harry potter book of crimes

Overnight, London was covered with scorched earth, thick smoke, and ruins. Most of the black market residents hurriedly left this land of right and wrong.

Speaking of which, no matter how numerous and powerful the elves are, it is unlikely that they can compete with so many wizards, let alone drive them away almost unscathed.

But the fact is that when danger comes unexpectedly, most of what everyone thinks is:

"I just have to run faster than those idiots behind me."

And what Maka takes advantage of is this strange psychology that seems a bit subtle when you think about it.

In fact, most of the places Maka asked the elves to bombard with magic spells were vacant mansions located in residential areas. After that, they basically focused on the open spaces at the end of the crowd and cast them.

As for whether anyone was injured, it was obvious that there was... But when the wizards who fled the black market looked around for their relatives and friends, they found that almost none of them had lost their lives.

As a result, some plausible rumors began to spread.

"Dick, did you know? This chaos was actually caused by the Ministry of Magic. They are trying to break up the forces in the black market. Maybe they are preparing to take over the black market and transform it into a new wizarding colony!"

"Xie Te, please stop fooling around! Let me tell you, certain dark wizard forces must have united together and plan to form a group to occupy the black market..."

"Look what you said is true! Dick, Shet, let me tell you! I have got the latest news from my uncle who is the head of the Auror Office——"

"Shut up, Demet! Is there anyone in the entire black market who doesn't know that your uncle is a seller..."

Of course, rumors are always a little weird, and no one will talk about them seriously. As long as they can satisfy the entertainment after dinner, their mission will be completed.

As for what to do with these wizards who escaped from the black market, this is what Scrimgeour should worry about.

But what Maka is concerned about is actually some people in the black market.

"Mr. MacLean...thank you for today's matter..."

On the banks of the Thames River, Maca walked along the river beach, and his mind was filled with all the bad things about Haierbo. Behind him, Asaph, who had just recovered, was being supported by Miriam, and followed step by step.

When Maka heard Asa say thank you, she just raised her hand and waved it without even looking back.

"Instead of thanking me, it's better to think about what to do next. Don't think that I will really take you in - I don't have that idea, and I don't have that interest."

When he said this, his expression looked a little strange, but the two people following him didn't notice it.

"Oh! We would be very grateful if you could help us once regardless of your previous grudges. How dare you..."

"Asaph!"

Seeing that he kept expressing his gratitude to Maka, Miriam looked a little bored.

To be honest, although she also had a slight affection for Maka, in her heart, everything "Grandpa Raven" told her was the most important thing to her.

But the task that "Grandpa Raven" gave her was all about going against Maka.

"Not to mention that you violated the boss's mission instructions, and now you are thanking the enemy again and again. You..." Halfway through, Miriam subconsciously looked up, and Maka's back was right next to her.

shaking slightly in his field of vision.

"Thank you once...that's enough, right?"

It seems that the conscience deep in her heart prevented her from saying some words that were too ungrateful after all.

However, Maka, who was walking in front, suddenly nodded after hearing Miriam's words.

"Miss Miriam is right. After all, I am still your enemy - as long as your boss doesn't change his mind, this will not change for the time being."

"Of course, I personally don't agree with your 'boss' idea!" - Maka just thought about this in her heart and did not say it out loud.

After a brief pause, he suddenly turned around and shrugged at the two of them.

"Okay, it's already very late, so while it's still dark..." Maka stared at Miriam and glanced a few more times as if inadvertently, "Well, in short, let's go back and have a good sleep.

Bar!"

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The night is still deep!

After returning to Hogwarts from the river bank, if nothing else, at least the air suddenly became much fresher.

Maka originally thought that the light in the entire castle would be gone. But when he raised his eyes, he found that the window of the principal's office was still brightly lit.

Is Professor McGonagall still asleep...oh, maybe Charlotte is there too?

He originally wanted to go back to the office and lie down, but suddenly felt a little ashamed, so he went all the way to the top of the main castle.

"Tuk-tuk."

If there is an emergency, Maka usually won't knock on the door. He can also come and go of the principal's office at will, which is one of the few privileges he has had since Dumbledore was still there.

But it was so late, so I thought it would be better to knock on the door.

"Please come in."

Hearing Professor McGonagall's voice from inside the door, the door opened automatically and Maka walked in.

To his surprise, there were more people in the principal's office than he expected.

"Maka, how's the situation? Why did you come back so late?"

As soon as he entered the door, the first thing he saw was Charlotte. She probably happened to be near the door just now, so she opened the door for him with her own hands.

"The situation...at least it's not bad."

Maka smiled and was about to walk in with her, but she realized that Snape was also here.

During recent holidays, Snape has been spending time at home with his sister Tia, and tomorrow is a new week. Calculating the time, has Snape been waiting here since he came back from home?

"Uh, good evening, professor..."

Seeing Maka, Snape just twitched the corners of his lips, hummed casually and passed him by, heading out the door first.

Okay! You don’t even have to open the door again.

"Professor Snape is waiting here after hearing the appearance of Halpo. He is knowledgeable and knows that the despicable Halpo is an extraordinary wizard. He is worried that you may need treatment if you are injured."

Charlotte followed Maka and explained a few words as she walked, but Maka's expression was a little subtle.

"Did the professor really say that?"

Hearing Maka ask this, Charlotte couldn't help but smile. That unreserved smile reminded Maka subconsciously of certain times in the past.

"No, I guessed it..." she smiled, "Even if Professor Snape thinks so in his heart, he can't say it out loud, so I can only rely on guessing!"

The two of them walked a few steps, and when they were about to reach Professor McGonagall's desk, she suddenly moved slightly closer to Maka.

"This time, I really thank you."

This is the second time Maka has been thanked tonight. To be honest, who doesn't like to be thanked? But for some reason, these two thanks made Maka feel very complicated.

Maybe Charlotte felt the same way, so after saying thank you, she immediately took two quick steps forward.

"came back?"

Professor McGonagall was obviously very happy about Maka's return, but Maka could see that there was accumulated fatigue in her eyes.

This time Hogwarts was also involved a little bit. Although it didn't last long and not many students were involved, the name of "Despicable Halbo" made it impossible for those who knew him to ignore it easily.

Look! Even the portraits of past principals hanging on the wall have pairs of gray-black eyes glancing at Maka from time to time.

It's a pity that these principals are all after the four founders. Even if they each have their own expertise, it is difficult to give random opinions under the current situation.

It can be seen from this that Professor McGonagall is definitely under a lot of pressure.

"Well, I'm back."

Maka didn't know what to say... Like the matter of Haierbo, or the matter of the two ancient wizard families, these actually have nothing to do with Hogwarts.

I have to say that the person who has something to do with it is the old man Ewan Ravenclaw, but I can't just say it casually.

Seeing a few wisps of frosty white appear under Professor McGonagall's pointed hat, Maka couldn't help but sigh a little more.

"Don't worry, Professor McGonagall! I will take care of this matter..."

Thinking that Halbo's target seemed to be herself, Maka unconsciously had an idea that she had considered several times before - should he formally consider leaving Hogwarts?

Just thinking about it, Maka quickly shook her head.

Let’s not talk about other problems. The Monument of Bewilderment and the Mirror of Devouring alone are a big problem. Especially the latter. Last time, he took advantage of the opportunity of Hai Erbo to lose his body to seal it. Unsealing it now is really not a problem.

Smart move.

"Sit down! I'll make you a pot of tea and warm yourself up before going to bed... Just sleep a little longer tomorrow morning! You don't care about one more lesson or one less lesson in your magic text class."

Seeing the thoughtful look on Maka's face, Professor McGonagall couldn't help but sigh to herself - this child is too tired from life, even more tired than she, the principal.

As everyone knows, Maka is also secretly lamenting her hard work!

"Oh, I think it's still not possible." Maka said in a dumbfounded voice, "I still have to go to class. You can't just give up on me just because I've been absent from class in the past!"

When he thought about going to class, he suddenly realized that next school year, Hermione and the others would be in seventh grade.

"But you can still have some tea..." Maka sat down on the chair next to her and said in a gentle tone, "Time flies so fast. Even if I didn't drop out of school, I wouldn't be far away from graduation.

.”

"I'll make the tea! Professor, you've been busy all day, but I haven't done anything yet!"

Seeing Charlotte pick up the teapot from the side and walk briskly towards the fireplace, Professor McGonagall and Maka, the old and the young, immediately looked at each other and smiled.

But at this moment, Charlotte looked down at the flames of the fireplace and let out a soft cry. (To be continued)