harry potter book of crimes

"Back off!"

Hermione's quick retreat and warning caused everyone else who was about to follow them to freeze in place. Then, with a "bang" sound, the door to the Response Room was quickly closed again by Hermione.

When everyone avoided that section of wall and returned to the corner, the door frame began to slowly disappear, and it would probably return to its original ordinary brick wall as usual before long.

But at a certain moment before the door completely disappeared, there was a soft "chi" sound, and a sharp blade shining with silver light suddenly penetrated the door panel.

So, while Hermione and others were in shock, the transforming door suddenly froze at that moment.

"What...what should I do?" Neville, who was tall and tall, shrank his neck and asked timidly, "This...Harry, he...is he okay?"

Before the others could respond, another "swish" sound was heard, and the sharp blade that could cut people's eyes was withdrawn.

Hermione's breathing couldn't help but become much heavier.

"I think we should strictly implement every word of Maka..." She pursed her lips and said, "He said that Harry must be left alone inside, so we shouldn't go in...even open the door without authorization.

Will not work."

"Uh... now the key is that we should... do something?" Ron said nervously, "I remember Maka said that Harry himself is not in danger, but other living creatures around him will...

"

His words could be regarded as an answer to Neville who was confused. But to be honest, they were not quite sure what they should do now.

In these short few seconds, probably everyone except Luna was thinking over and over again about one question - why didn't the second sword pierce the door panel start?

There is no way, because no one can imagine what will happen next.

But after a few seconds of silence, the door was suddenly opened from the inside. Under the focus of the eyes, a head popped out.

what's the situation?

The mere sight of some short black hair made everyone squeeze their imaginations. Unfortunately... or should be said to be "very lucky", at least they didn't see a pair of red hair shining with blood.

Hitomi.

"Eh? What's wrong..."

Harry, who had his upper body exposed, immediately realized that everyone's eyes were on him.

He looked at everyone, then turned his head to look at the hole in the door panel, and quickly frowned.

"Oh... It seems that I have failed again?" He murmured to himself, "But, will my behavior inside affect the outside? Maka can guarantee that there will be no problem...

"

Hearing Harry talking to himself like this, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief. Hermione thought for a moment, then cautiously took a few steps forward, getting closer to Harry.

"I opened the door accidentally...Harry, are you...are you okay?"

Although Maka had said that nothing would happen to Harry, in this situation, how could Hermione not worry?

"I'm fine," Harry said regretfully as he walked out. "I waved it inside countless times. Later, I finally felt its power... However, I seemed to have failed again just now."

As he was speaking, he paused for a moment, lowered his head and glanced at his hand. There, the sword of Gryffindor was carefully wrapped in fine linen and did not come into direct contact with him.

"It was indeed an incredible power. Unfortunately, I only lasted about ten seconds...I don't remember what happened after that."

Seeing the long linen package, Hermione dared to walk to Harry's side with confidence and took the sword from the other man's hand.

"It's a little late today, but don't worry, you will be able to persist longer tomorrow."

While putting the package upright into her schoolbag, she also comforted Harry, but a little worry soon appeared in her eyes.

"But to be honest, I would rather you never pick up this sword again... Maybe we can try more rune combinations, which may consume more time and energy, and the effect will be..."

"Hermione," Harry suddenly interrupted, "This is my own choice - Maka is too hard on her own, and we must share the burden for him as much as possible. Isn't that what you said? Don't worry, since

Professor Dumbledore gave me that book, which means that the professor also supports me in doing this!"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but look back at the small flat hole in the door, which showed that his thoughts in his heart were not as fearless as he appeared on the surface.

"I just want to know now, how did I wake up just now?"

The guilt that he felt when he cut Luna with a sword could not completely disappear even after all this time. The feeling of completely losing control, although he had no intuitive memory, made his regret even more profound.

Fortunately, as the idea of ​​protecting the friends around me gradually became stronger, the guilt became somewhat relieved.

"We don't know either..." Hermione turned around and walked towards Luna and the others, "At that time I only heard you yelling, and then I quickly closed the door, and then the sword came out of the

It was poked out of the door panel."

Harry saw her going that way and followed her.

"Oh, I think I have to mention this to Makka. Even if you can't control the Sword of Gryffindor for a long time, as long as you can figure out how to wake up, it will still be a big gain."

After both of them left the door of the Room of Requirement, the door continued to fade, and finally returned to its original wall safely.

It seems that the sword marks on the door will not make it lose its original miraculous effect.

But just when Ron and Neville approached Harry, intending to ask about the details inside, a familiar footstep suddenly came from the other side of the corner of the corridor.

"Oh, it's Filch here."

After walking around Hogwarts so many times at night, they had already become accustomed to hearing Filch's unique shuffling footsteps, so in the blink of an eye Ron spread his hands helplessly.

Hermione glanced out the window subconsciously, remembering something she had temporarily ignored because of Harry's accident.

"Professor McGonagall may have sent him to find us, but we didn't expect him to arrive so quickly... Maka must have told the professor that we were here before leaving."

Sure enough, when Filch hurriedly appeared in front of them, there was no unexpected expression on his face.

"You are indeed here -" he waved his hand casually and said, "Follow me, the principal wants you to come over."

…

London, near a certain section of the Thames River.

"Mr. McClain, the minister ordered us to go to the black market to pick you up, but... what is the situation down there, and why are all entrances closed?"

On the river bank, three teams of Aurors gathered together. Their leader was none other than Kingsley, the recently appointed head of the Auror Office and a member of the Order of the Phoenix.

But when they were outside, he and Maka would tacitly maintain a certain degree of distance and put the Order of the Phoenix in their hearts for the time being.

"The situation is a bit complicated," Maka said quickly, "The time is urgent now, we will talk about the details later... You first separate a team to settle them properly. The other two teams come over to collect the door keys, and then go down to rescue more people.

come out--"

At this time, around him, in addition to Aurors, there were also some ordinary wizards. They were all acquaintances brought by Maka from the black market.

He is not a saint. At this time, the most important thing is to ensure that the people he knows are out of danger.

For example, his seniors on the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, Christian Cooke and Charles Brown, who had been opening shops on the black market after graduation.

Oh! It seems like I have to call Christine "Mrs. Brown" now.

Let's not mention these for now. Next, under the instructions of Auror, the more than 20 people rescued by Maka began to move to the Ministry of Magic.

The other two teams of Aurors led by Kingsley stepped forward one by one and took some weird door keys from Maka's hand.

Maka did this by the way when he was looking for someone. The spell was very simple for him, and... after all, these Aurors were the ones he wrote to Scrimgeour, so now he would naturally want more.

Put it to good use.

In fact, preparations like these are bound to have some loopholes, but they are considered relatively thoughtful. You know, less than twenty minutes have passed since he learned that the black market was about to be blocked from within.

time.

However, I would like to ask, will Haierbo give him too much time to transfer the wizards in the black market?

The answer is obvious……

"Mr. MacLean, the portkey does not work."

"This is the same for us."

"Ah, it's the same here."

Seeing Maka's eagerness, these experienced Aurors knew that they should also speed up. So before Maka finished distributing the door keys, the people who received them rushed there in groups of four or five.

The black market goes into action.

But this time they tried, they found that the door key had not been successfully activated.

When Maka heard this, his expression changed slightly. After holding the door key in his hand and sensing it carefully, he immediately shook his head.

"The space on the other side seems to be completely isolated from the outside world. You..." He looked at the remaining two teams of Aurors, frowned and said, "Forget it, you go back to the Ministry of Magic and mobilize more people there.

Stand by. I'm going back to Hogwarts first, Mr. Scrimgeour should be there by now."

If the spaces on both sides are really isolated by Haierbo in some way, Maca will not be unable to enter.

However, he needs more time to organize his helpers, because if he only relies on himself, the efficiency will be too low.

Before she finished speaking, Maka activated another door key and disappeared from the sight of the Aurors. (To be continued)