harry potter book of crimes

Sirius and Lupine both appeared in the Daily Prophet.

But of course, neither of them will be the protagonists, either in that magic photo or in the large text below.

The subject of this headline report is actually an article about the upcoming establishment of a new wizarding settlement in the British wizarding community.

The most eye-catching person in that photo is naturally the current Minister of Magic, Scrimgeour. As for Sirius and Lupin, they became human figures together with several other Aurors.

But no matter what, there are a few more members of the Order of the Phoenix stationed in the Ministry of Magic. This is an indisputable fact.

Maka didn't express any opinion on this. He just glanced at the newspaper casually and continued to chew his breakfast.

"...Well, this bean is pretty good."

After speaking vaguely, he took another spoonful and stuffed it into his mouth, eating it very happily.

Over the years at Hogwarts, breakfast time was the one he was most satisfied with. Not only was the food good, but the people and environment in the auditorium were also the most in line with his wishes - everyone looked like they were still awake.

Lazy, yawning and eating, this is what I want in the morning to be so leisurely and undisciplined.

Speaking of which, there seem to be a lot of owls in the morning shift today. Usually at this time, those little guys have basically dispersed, but now it seems that there are still owls rushing in.

Look! As soon as he finished speaking, Maka saw another gray-white one with wings spread out... Huh? Looking at it like that, why do you think the person sending the message this time is himself?

With a "plop la la" sound of wings flapping, the owl landed lightly in front of Maka on the faculty bench. I saw it standing on the edge of the table, stretching out its calf, and holding the small mailbox tied to it.

exposed.

But Maka didn't go to get the letter immediately. Instead, she stared at the big bird and took a good look.

The owl was probably a little frightened by Maka's stare, and even its feathers stood on end, and then it shook its body vigorously.

A few tiny feathers immediately floated into the half bowl of soup in Maka's hand, but he didn't pay much attention.

"interesting."

He reached out and gently picked up the feather in the soup bowl, twisted it slightly with two fingers, and then threw it aside.

When he took out a small roll of paper from the owl's leg, he saw the little guy immediately flapped its wings and flew away again, and left in a hurry.

Maka held the note in her hand and watched the other party hurried away. She didn't lower her head until she couldn't see him and slowly unfolded the note.

"See you at the same place at noon."

Just such a simple sentence... No, it can only be called "a phrase". However, this did not surprise Maka at all.

In fact, from the moment he started observing the owl, he basically knew who the message was from.

Not long after, his hand holding the note shook slightly, and it turned into ashes silently.

"It seems that I have to go to Azkaban again..."

While muttering secretly to himself, his expression was not as impatient as the thought suggested - to be honest, he still had a lot of expectations for meeting old Yoon again.

…

"...This class ends here!"

At the end of the third class in the morning, Maka on the podium waved away the writing on the blackboard and announced the end of the lecture time.

But after that, he came back to his senses and added seriously:

"In fact, everyone's performance so far is very good! With the level you have reached so far, it is no problem to go directly to the final exam of this school year... and in the following courses, I will

We will further deepen the content based on what we have learned so far, and I hope that students who are willing to listen can use this new knowledge in the future.”

Speaking of which, most of the new students in this classroom decided to take elective courses because of Maka's performance at the beginning of each school year. Now that they heard Maka say this, many people raised their hands and were ready to applaud and cheer.

.

It's a pity that Maka didn't give them this chance.

"Okay, get out of class is over!" He waved his hand and said, "Don't be stunned! This is not the last class in the morning - hurry up and run to the next class! The bell has been ringing for three minutes!"

After saying this, Maka picked up the barely read textbook on the podium and was the first to walk out of the ancient magic text classroom.

It started to snow again today, with the same white snowflakes floating in the white sky, and a layer of soft snow finally accumulated on the ground.

Maka, who did not return to the office, just stuffed the textbook into her waist and went downstairs to the outside of the castle.

He savored the feeling of the soles of his shoes sinking into the snow, and looked up at the mid-air filled with drifting snow particles. The mountains in the distance became blurry.

The snow all over the sky seemed to remind him that Christmas was getting closer and closer.

Maka withdrew his gaze and stepped on the snow on the lawn across the campus vestibule, leaving a series of crooked footprints. When he walked out of the school gate, in the blink of an eye, the sky above his head changed to another boundless one.

Endless gloom.

This island still gives people the same feeling as before, with a sense of decadence everywhere. But once a thunderstorm breaks out, that sense of decadence will immediately turn into despair.

If they had a choice, even if there were no dementors, I believe that none of the prisoners locked up here would want to live here.

Maka shook her head, walked around a dead tree and headed straight for the black stone fortress.

At this moment, he found that the two Aurors on duty at the gate of the fortress were still standing there - he had arrived earlier, so the old man hadn't arrived yet?

Maka, who didn't plan to waste any effort, just concealed her figure, and quickly broke the warning spell over the fortress temporarily, and silently entered the black stone fortress with the magic book under her feet.

When the defense was being strengthened here, he had always been there to help with the defensive spells. Now that he was here, it was like going out for a walk.

However, when he found two unfamiliar figures at the entrance of the fortress prison, he knew that even if these two people were not here for a walk, they probably wouldn't have put in too much effort to get in here.

"Oh, Mr. Maclean..." A young male voice suddenly broke the silence here, "I haven't come in last time, and I didn't expect that the defense methods here are not simple? You are the one who helped those guys from the Ministry of Magic.

Did you do it?”

The one who spoke was the young wizard who followed Old Youn last time. His tone was still so frivolous, but he didn't speak too loudly.

After all, if an Auror heard it, he would definitely be the one to waste time erasing his memory.

Oh, by the way! Maka still remembers that his name seems to be "He-Man"?

But Seaman didn't expect that the old man sitting in the wheelchair next to him waved his hand with difficulty.

"You're not young anymore, so don't always be so out of tune," Old Yoon said slowly, "Do you think you can judge others with your little ability?"

But it can be seen that Old Eun has always been very tolerant towards these children who are not even a fraction of his age. However, Heman curled his lips nonchalantly and glanced at Maka a few more times, intentionally or unintentionally.

"Boss, didn't you give me this ability? Don't worry, I have great confidence in you, boss - in fact, didn't I prove this when doing tasks?"

He-Man has been a bit naughty since he was a child, and he is also a person who doesn't like to admit defeat. After surviving the transformation of Thunderbird's bloodline in a desperate situation, his abilities have indeed increased rapidly.

If they really want to fight, even Asaph, who has the ability to transform into a giant, is no match for him.

When Old Yoon saw that the child wouldn't listen, he stopped nagging him. Although He-Man was always so casual and uninhibited, he was already a sensible man in his heart.

At least this child has always treated him with enough respect, and that's enough.

"McLean," the old man suddenly looked at Maka again, and said slowly, "I wonder if you have done any calculations on your own after the last meeting? Well, if you had done the calculations, you would have discovered that the action

The best time is almost here..."

After hearing this, Maka ignored Naximan and nodded slightly.

"Yes, I have calculated it." He said and couldn't help but spread his hands, "Just to be honest, I don't think the plan you mentioned can be completed smoothly - I thought about it and decided to do it.

If so, the failure rate will definitely be very high.”

"Of course, I can understand your point of view, and your judgment is not wrong. I believe that the reason why you made such a judgment is because this plan involves too high a proportion of calculations, and this is what Muggles are good at.

thing."

Seeing that the old man had hit the point, Maka nodded again in agreement.

When Old Youn saw this, he couldn't help but sighed:

"But thankfully, the thing I don't lack most in my life is probably time. Don't worry! I've already prepared the necessary calculation models... It's just that I'm not good at regular runes, let alone like them.

Rowena constructed the magic circle like that. That’s why I need the help of candidates.”

Speaking of which, the "lucky" the old man said was for Maka. From his own point of view, these thousand years would have been much more painful and unbearable than death.

"I still remember what Rowena said. She said, 'Extraordinary intelligence is the greatest wealth of mankind.' Unfortunately, I never understood it from beginning to end. How did she feel about saying this?

For me, an ordinary sailor who can only winch up and down the sail?"

When he said these words, the old man's skinny face became a little more depressed, as if he still couldn't see clearly what his former wife had been thinking.

"Perhaps she just fell in love with your thousand-year wait?" (To be continued)