harry potter book of crimes

"It's been very lively outside recently..."

Haierbo stood by the window and took a few glances. He clearly saw the orange cat getting through the school gate, and he also saw the big black dog at the other end of the street.

However, he just watched in front of the window from beginning to end and did nothing.

"It's just that the excitement is great, but it seems that the fire is not enough. In that case, why not add more fire..."

Seeing the black dog hiding in the grass running out, he waved his hand and lit the fireplace in the dean's room.

"Well, I think those little guys are almost ready."

After saying that, Haierbo left the window and walked downstairs. In the dean's room, Miriam was the only one left in the room, still using her shackles to mark down the stairs.

The ground knocked on the bed legs.

The sound of metal tapping was continuous, but it could never be heard.

…

Facts have proved that plans can never keep up with changes.

It can be said that the International Federation of Wizards attaches great importance to the changes in the Israeli magic world. However, I don’t know if it is because the modern magic world has been quiet for too long or something else. When encountering such major dark wizard incidents, people will always feel

Insufficient efficiency.

Maka actually agrees with the secrecy action advocated by Ajinbad. Letting ordinary wizards know about Haierbo's appearance is definitely not a good thing that is conducive to social stability.

Unfortunately, they are still too poor at making plans.

No, before the Federation came up with a feasible plan, it was overtaken by Haierbo's follow-up actions.

Today, three days have passed since what happened that night. At this time, Maka is reading the latest news delivered today.

First of all, I need to explain that the ciphertexts in recent days are all written by Sirius, and the contents seem a bit messy. But I have to say that that guy is really good at twisting things.

Just when he and Lupine changed shifts, something big happened so quickly.

Maka still remembered that there was basically nothing that could be seen in the note about the night when the two of them changed shifts.

It was nothing more than that Sirius caught a cat, and then nothing happened after sending the cat to school. Sirius himself sneaked back to the hiding place with almost no gain.

The next day, it was even calmer than that night. It was so quiet that even the movement of students in class at Xibohe Magic Academy seemed to disappear out of thin air.

But finally on the third day, yesterday...

"...Peepers sent by various forces were attacked, with more than twenty people killed and injured. Most of the attackers were small in size, wore large robes to cover their faces, and used some unknown black magic. Lu Ping was slightly injured.

Me too, we decided to find a secret place to hide and wait and see for the time being."

Maka shook the piece of parchment paper, burned it to ashes, and then rubbed her forehead.

"'Small size'... Is this obvious?" He shook his head, "The point is not here. The key is whether he touched the 'eyes' of a specific group of forces, or whether he did it once and for all.

attack?"

Even though Maka is always far away in the British magical world, he can still guess a thing or two about Haierbo's current environment. If he were in Haierbo's position, he would definitely choose the former.

Because, indiscriminate attacks are equivalent to muddying the waters. If you look at it on a global scale, Haierbo must muddy the waters as much as possible, but in today's Israeli magic world...

"He needs enemies and helpers."

Maka tapped the table with her fingers and clicked on the biggest possibility.

Christmas is not far away, and Halbo has made his second move. If the Wizards' Federation doesn't come up with some means, Maka will have to intervene secretly.

He must ensure that before Christmas this year, Haierbo will not completely gain a foothold in this era that does not belong to him.

Nodding silently, Macafu moved the stack of manuscript papers next to him back in front of him, and continued following the calculations just now.

Behind him, the snowflakes outside the window were still floating, and from time to time a few flakes would fall on the window glass, and then quickly melt by the heat from the indoor fireplace.

The windows looked foggy.

…

While Maka was still busy racing against time, Ron was troubled by his love.

Ever since he took the initiative to let go of his feelings for Hermione, his love seemed to have become a dead branch, with no new shoots sprouting in the past few years.

Oh, okay! Even if Lavender Brown's love for him is added in, it can only be regarded as a poisonous bud at best!

"Harry, stop trying to persuade me. It won't work if I go there a few times! You saw it yesterday. I went to look for her, but she ran faster than Sirius!"

"Hey! That's my godfather, that's my father!"

Harry was obviously a little dissatisfied with Ron's metaphor, but he also knew that Ron was just talking nonsense out of depression.

Indeed, after Ron complained to Harry before, he found time to try to get close to the shy girl. However, he obviously failed again.

After that, Harry, who felt sorry for his good friend, also asked Ginny to collect information about the girl.

But in the end, he discovered that although there were many students who knew each other, there seemed to be no good relationship with any of them.

Everyone is saying that she is a very shy little girl.

"Ron, how did you invite me that day? Since others say she is so introverted that she dare not even speak, how could she agree to dance with you?"

When Ron heard this, he suddenly looked confused and said:

"Actually... I actually don't know! I seemed to have asked her something that day, and then..."

"Don't tell me, and then you drag people in?" Harry asked in disbelief with drooped corners of his mouth.

Seeing the surprised look on Harry's face, Ron didn't know how to answer.

"I think...maybe? I don't know what to say, my mind was all in a mess at the time," he hesitated, but quickly but tried hard to explain, "But you also saw -

—She also danced happily afterwards!"

"Oh, we all saw it," Harry shrugged. "We all saw you stepping on that girl's foot, and then she stepped on yours - the sound of you two screaming in pain filled half the hall.

I can hear it!”

"She and I just need to practice our dance moves..." Ron struggled for a while and suddenly said hesitantly, "Harry, do you think she is... afraid of being stepped on by me?"

"Perhaps she woke up the next day and found that all her toes were swollen, and then she had to go to Madam Pomfrey. Although her foot healed quickly, she felt a dull pain when she saw you."

Just when Harry was still helpless about Ron's weird guess, a voice came from not far behind them. They both looked back and found that Hermione seemed to have just come back from outside.

"Are you telling the truth?" Ron asked impatiently.

"Of course it's fake!"

Hermione, who had just returned to the common room, threw her schoolbag to the table, then sat down and started to take out books. It can be found that she seems to have more books than before.

"I just met Luna in the library, and I asked a few questions for you - that little girl seems to have a good relationship with Luna, and the two of them occasionally do homework together."

I remember that the slightly chubby little witch is a third-year Ravenclaw student. Therefore, it is indeed a normal thing to have a good relationship with someone like Luna who is stress-free to get along with.

"Really?" Ron asked immediately, "What did you ask about?"

However, Hermione did not answer immediately, but casually glanced at the table in front of Ron. There was a roll of parchment spread out, but there were only a few words written on it.

"Hurry up and do your homework! I'll tell you when you're done -"

After saying these words, Hermione no longer paid attention to Ron, but lowered her head and concentrated on doing her thing.

Ron stared at her pitifully for a short while, then looked at the nearly blank paper in his hand, and couldn't help but sigh deeply.

"Harry, are you ready?"

"Write it yourself!"

As soon as he finished asking, Hermione gave a warning without raising her head, and Ron's expression suddenly became more painful.

In fact, Ron couldn't get anything from Hermione throughout the evening, because when he barely finished all his homework, it was time to turn off the lights and go to bed.

To be honest, such appetizing behavior is undoubtedly the most torturous.

Ron, who usually sleeps very well, tossed and turned that night and couldn't fall asleep, which also affected Harry on the bed opposite him. From time to time, he would be woken up by the sound of him turning over.

It wasn't until the next morning when they looked in the mirror that they found a pair of dark circles on their faces.

"Harry, I mean... I'm really sorry..."

Looking at Ron, whose eyes were wide and bloodshot, Harry's eyes were moist - he yawned so many times that night that he could hardly stop crying.

"Stop talking, go to the common room and wait for Hermione! By the way, let me sleep a little longer..."

After saying that, Harry waved his hand decisively, then leaned down and got back into bed to catch up on his sleep. Ron was left blinking his dry eyes a few times, nodded and left the dormitory.

It's a pity that the sun has just risen over the mountains at this moment... I hope Hermione got up early enough as usual!

But when he passed a window on the stairs, Ron, who was crossing his arms and complaining in a low voice about the cold weather, was suddenly stunned.

"That is……"

Looking out from the window opening, he saw a small figure walking outside, wrapped in thick clothes. But no matter how far away he was, Ron could still remember the familiar hat on the other person's head.

"It's her!" (To be continued)