harry potter book of crimes

"Dementors have appeared in London. The number does not seem to be large, but the situation of Muggles is a bit bad... At present, the Ministry of Magic has sent Aurors to deal with it urgently. We have to wait for the news from Kingsley...

"

In the fire of the fireplace, coals and flames intertwined to form the shape of a human face, and the mouth opened and closed, and Lupin's voice came from it.

This is a way to use floo powder. Of course, it cannot be used by a guy like Maka who explodes the furnace at the touch of it.

"...Kingsley said before he went that if the actual number of Dementors was more than what was reported, or if this incident had too great an impact on Muggle society, Scrimgeour would probably not be able to bear the burden of looking for it.

your."

At the end of the sentence, Lu Ping paused.

"And..." He thought for a moment and asked, "Look, should we go and help?"

To be honest, as soon as Maka heard about Dementors, some words of Ewan Ravenclaw immediately flashed in her mind. Then she thought of the secret activities of Halbo, which was the most taboo, and the relationship between the two

There is almost no suspense about the relationship.

"Don't go there - I'm not too worried about the dementors alone. After all, Muggles can't see those magical creatures. What I'm worried about is that there might be other things..."

Aurors at the Ministry of Magic are not just messing around!

Since dark wizards in the magical world are always being suppressed, the selection and training of Aurors have very high standards. Kingsley alone can skillfully use the Patronus Charm to drive away dementors.

Of course, those things are indeed more difficult to deal with. If you want to really kill them, you must condense a physical guardian spirit.

"Anyway, I will go and take a look. You don't need to take action. Especially Sirius, keep a close eye on him!"

After Lupine took the initiative to end the conversation and the fire calmed down again, Maka shrugged at Professor McGonagall and the others.

"Oh, I'm afraid I won't have time to sleep tonight...Sorry, please don't make the tea!"

He said, glanced out the window, and then walked straight to the office door.

"By the way, good night."

…

Old Yoon mentioned that the Dementors were originally a by-product of Hai Erbo's research on the creation of Horcruxes.

However, although Haierbo is indeed very strong and his research on the soul is quite in-depth, it is still impossible for him to create a brand new life out of thin air.

Dementors were originally humans.

It's just that those poor people who fell into Haierbo's hands back then, he managed to "remove" part of their souls that represented positive emotions, so that they eventually turned into that ghostly appearance.

But is this change also part of the rules of the soul?

Maka didn't know...he only knew that dementors would try to devour people's happiness, probably because they instinctively wanted to make up for the lack of their own souls.

And in the end, devouring a part of other people's souls is truly trying to make up for one's own imperfections.

It is this kind of "one-to-one" inheritance that makes the number of dementors never increase, but always gradually decreases with the years.

If they had no natural enemies and almost never left the island where Azkaban was located, they might have disappeared from the world long ago.

As soon as Maka arrived in London, he found that the temperature here had indeed dropped compared to before. However, he just stood on the street and looked around, but he did not see any traces of suspected dementors.

"It does look like I'm passing by here..."

Because most of the entrances to the underground black market were concentrated along the Thames River, he habitually came here to take a look first. But when he actually found the Dementor, it was already close to the northern suburbs of London.

Standing on the roof of a certain house and looking up, you can see the black cloak like a rag bag, the dry and slender claws, and the black-gray mist covering the whole body... It only takes one glance to recognize that it is indeed a soul-capturing machine.

That's right.

There were three dementors in total wandering around the building opposite.

Maka stood on the roof of the building here and did not interfere much. Because before he arrived, two Aurors had already rushed over there controlling their condensed patron saints.

"Turtles and...is that a jellyfish? A marine combination?"

He was muttering to himself when he saw the silver-white jellyfish, which was larger than the dementors, shaking its long beards and rushing towards one of the dementors first.

The extremely condensed positive energy of the Patron Saint is very restrained by the Dementors. Before the jellyfish hits the Dementors' body, the Dementors already have the intention to retreat.

However, the dementor's retreating speed was obviously not as fast as the charging jellyfish guardian angel, and before it had time to dodge, it was hit hard.

At the same time, the Turtle Patronus who followed closely behind also attacked another Dementor from the side. Look at its clumsy appearance of sliding limbs, but its speed was as fast as in the sea, and its sprint was unexpectedly fast.

When the jellyfish hit the dementor and fled hastily, and turned around to chase the third one, Maka knew that it was almost over.

As he expected, the Aurors would not encounter too many problems in expelling the dementors. The problem was how to capture or eliminate these dementors.

After observing the battle between the patron saint and the dementors, Maka began to explore other areas. Occasionally, she would encounter a few dementors or Aurors working together in pairs, but there were no

Find some "something else" he envisioned.

Not being discovered is naturally a good thing, but judging from Maka's current understanding of Haierbo, the other party would not do such an obviously meaningless thing.

"What is he planning?"

Hiding his figure and holding the magic book under his feet, Maka flew quickly in the air. Kingsley's initial intelligence seemed to be correct. There were not many dementors brought to London. What Maka saw

All added up, there are only a dozen of them.

"Is that Kingsley?"

When he saw a dark, bald man on an uninhabited street below, Maka subconsciously took a closer look. After confirming that he was right, he landed directly on that street.

"How is it going?"

"ha?"

Maka released the invisibility effect next to him, which shocked Kingsley. Maka stretched out her hand to gently block the wand that the opponent suddenly stretched out, and an apologetic smile appeared on her face.

"Sorry, I'm a little anxious..."

"Oh, is it McClane?" Kingsley took a closer look and then lowered the wand in his hand to his side, "The situation is not bad, better than expected... How should I put it? Fortunately it is at night."

His words really expressed Scrimgeour's feelings.

If Dementors appeared in broad daylight, it would be a headache just thinking about it... Although the relationship between the British Ministry of Magic and Muggle politics is not as bad as that in the United States, if something goes wrong, sooner or later the blame will fall on

The current Minister of Magic.

"Well, and it's not in the city center," Maka agreed, and then continued, "What about the dementors? Are there any other unexpected situations?"

When Kingsley heard this, he immediately frowned.

If this sentence were said by others, he would at most send one or two men to investigate, but if it was Maka who said this...

"Is it related to the evacuation of the black market?"

This elite Auror has always been very clever. If someone said that he would be the next elected Minister of Magic, Maka would not be surprised at all.

It can be heard from his words that he actually knows very little about Haierbo, and the Auror team that went to the black market to evacuate the wizards this time was not led by him.

But even so, he could still make a reasonable guess.

Of course, even Maka can't make a conclusion easily without finding any solid basis.

"I'm not sure yet, it's just my guess for the time being... But to be cautious, you'd better ask them to be careful and check around more."

Having said this, Maka stepped on the magic book and climbed up again, nodding towards Kingsley along the way.

"Come here, I will search everywhere again to see if I find anything. You should also pay more attention to yourself. If there is danger, send a signal and I will rush over immediately... If it is really as I think, the danger is

It’s definitely not small.”

"OK."

Seeing Maka disappearing in the air again, Kingsley responded, but he didn't know if Maka heard it.

Out of the "despicable" vigilance against Helbo, Maka did not just wander around the northern suburbs. There were already enough Aurors busy here, and what he wanted to guard against were some possible threats.

Conspiracy.

"Bang!"

While flying over a residential area, Maka suddenly paused because he seemed to hear a slight impact.

That is to say, it was dark and quiet at the moment, otherwise, he might not have been able to discover it.

But just a little movement, there are too many possibilities. Maka paused in the air and waited for a few seconds. When the impact sound was heard for the second time, he decided to go down and find out.

This is a very ordinary residential street, with houses on both sides. The houses are not big, but at least they are single-family homes, which is quite good for some Muggles who live in apartment buildings.

.

The sound that Maka heard came from one of the seemingly ordinary houses.

"Bang——"

There was another impact, and Maka, who had already landed on the ground, could even feel the slight vibrations on the ground. Seeing that some of the surrounding residents had turned on their lights, they had obviously noticed the unusual movement.

He first waved his hand and used a silencing spell to isolate the sound from the surroundings, and then walked quickly towards the window of the house.

The curtains on the first floor were open, but there was no light in the room. Looking inside against the window, I could only see a dim living room.

And at this moment, the sound, accompanied by a slight vibration, passed by Maka's ears again.

"Bang!" (To be continued)