harry potter book of crimes

Maka finally took Hermione and Luna in.

Because when he saw old Binns passing through the door panel and returning to the classroom, he subconsciously reached out and turned the door handle. But even he didn't expect... with this "click", the door actually opened!

Poor old Binns suffered the disadvantage of being a ghost. Even if he tried to block Maka from entering, it was useless. And perhaps because of this, he did not stop him, but just glared at him angrily.

"Oh, I remember that except for the last time I argued with Professor Binns, I have never seen him show such a full expression!"

Because Hermione muttered something in surprise behind her, she finally got a look from Old Binns. Even though that look was incompatible with the "kindness and friendliness" that elders often have, she looked

On the contrary, I was quite happy.

"Sorry, Professor Binns -" Maka apologized quickly, "I actually didn't mean to break in without your consent, but the door... I thought it was locked."

Old Bins's translucent white body floated gently above the ground, and his expression returned to his usual carelessness. But after hearing Maka's words, he still shook his goatee slightly.

"I just asked Minerva to take it with her before she left," he said casually, "Well, since you have already come in, come over..."

After saying that, Old Bins floated smoothly towards the middle of the classroom.

Perhaps because her attention was attracted by Professor Binns' rare expression just now, Hermione realized only now that the desks in this classroom had been stacked around, leaving a large space in the middle.

space.

Speaking of which, this classroom of the History of Magic class seems to have not changed for many years. The tables and chairs are all placed where they should be, and they have remained the same for dozens or even hundreds of years, so much so that the hard stone floor has become

There are many dents and wear marks.

These details were not very noticeable in the past, but when all the tables and chairs in the classroom were removed today, it was discovered that this seemingly inconspicuous classroom had such amazing traces of time.

Maka, Hermione, and Luna followed Old Binns to the center. They soon saw the only desk in the middle, and the desk was covered with a large piece of black.

Opaque velvet.

Judging from the outline of the piece of cloth, there should be something else on the table below.

"McLean, go over there and help me open all those cabinets."

In fact, it seems that there are not many people who can control Maca now, and Professor Binns is one of the few people.

Upon hearing this, Maka walked towards the back of the classroom without hesitation - the cabinet door could be easily opened with a wave of his hand, but he had no intention of using magic.

It can be seen that even though Old Binns did not reveal any truth about the contradictions between the founders of Hogwarts, he completely denied that there were any unknown disasters and hidden dangers in Hogwarts. But for this person in Hogwarts

Maka still respects the ghost professor who has stayed at the school since its founding to this day.

And when he personally went to the back wall of the classroom and opened the entire row of cabinets, he was immediately shocked by the things stored inside.

You can see that those cabinets have many layers of partitions, and many small bottles are neatly arranged on each layer.

The specifications of those bottles are exactly the same, and there are also small yellow labels on the bottles. Even the contents inside are similar - it is a white floc.

Seeing this, Maka suddenly understood that the desk in the middle of the classroom was probably the pensieve that had been stored in the principal's office.

As for the flocs contained in the large number of vials in the cabinet, they should be various kinds of memories.

"Professor Binns..." Maka was startled, then suddenly turned around and said in surprise, "Could it be...are these all memories you collected?"

"Well," Old Binns nodded casually, "but they are just some old things of little value... Even if memories are materialized, they will eventually dissipate. Besides, they are always too subjective. And subjective things

It is one-sided and can only be used as a historical reference..."

Maka's surprise soon attracted Hermione and Luna, who went to the back of the classroom and looked into the cabinet curiously.

Beside them, Maka suddenly reached out and took out one of the bottles, and carefully read the label on it.

"It is indeed Borbus... Is this the memory of the first magician professor at Hogwarts?" He said in surprise, "Hmm... 1051? The last giant hunting in history?"

"That's right, in December of that year, Borbus went to Greece to look for local magicians. As a result, he was affected by the hunting... At that time, he almost couldn't come back."

Based on the situation at that time, Old Binns opened his mouth to speak, which shows that he knows all these stories. But such a thrilling personal story, he almost never tells it in class.

Obviously, with Old Binns' insistence on "historical facts", he would never allow such an extremely one-sided story to appear in the minds of students who have not yet laid a solid foundation.

"...Since you chose that one, take it over here! Help me lift this piece of cloth."

Maccay returned to Old Binns as he was told and called Hermione and Luna, who were still looking at the labels, to come with them. When he pulled off the black cloth on the table, a flowing silver light immediately appeared on the table.

The classroom was filled with ripples.

Suddenly, even this classroom became a bit more mysterious.

There was no need for Old Bins to say anything. He skillfully pulled out the cork of the bottle and poured the white catkins inside into the hazy pensieve.

When those flocs quickly melted away inside, and as a faint magic wave that only Maka could sense suddenly flashed through, he seemed to smell a vague sense of vicissitudes of life.

Maybe this memory was from a very long time ago, which caused him to have some psychological illusions.

"Remember, what you see here is one person's memory, and memory is subjective. So, what you see may be 'real', but it can never be called 'history'."

Old Binns emphasized it "vigorously", and then waved his hands, indicating to Maka that they could help themselves. Perhaps because Maka was very skilled in her movements, Old Binns even skipped explaining the use of the pensieve.

step.

"Okay, we'll just watch it as a personal adventure..."

Seeing Maka and the other three people forming a circle around the table, each putting his face into the pensieve, Old Bins suddenly looked into the cabinet behind him with a complicated expression.

In fact, these well-preserved memories are all the personal collection of old Binns. Long before he was invited by Gryffindor and the others to join Hogwarts education, his collection was already astonishing.

It can be said that some of the memory bottles were already priceless at that time, especially several memory fragments about the ruins of the ancient wizard civilization.

And his collecting habit actually continues to this day. For example, Dumbledore's habit of organizing memories during his lifetime actually came from Old Binns.

However, for Old Binns himself, the value of these memories lies only in historical reference and research... Of course, there may also be some nostalgia for the old friend in them, right?

"...How did Borbus die?" He suddenly thought about it, and then gave a rare smile, "Oh, he choked to death on hazelnuts."

…

On the other side, just as old Binsi was slowly immersed in the memories of the past, Maka and the others had already entered that ancient memory.

As the silver light circulated in the field of vision, first a fat figure suddenly appeared, and then large swaths of light dispersed, transforming into the entire world in memory.

It was a path on the side of a mountain, and the fat wizard was walking forward slowly.

His steps were very small, and his head was always lowered. He was staring at a rubbing of an inscription along the way. When Maca noticed it, he immediately went up and took a look - it should belong to ancient Greek.

A certain variant branch of .

Next to Maka, Hermione seemed a little hesitant.

"Maka, is this... the memory of the 'Bolbos' you just mentioned?" She looked at the fat wizard carefully, "He... can't see us?"

"That's right," Maka, who was leaning next to the fat wizard, turned around and said, "We are just 'spectators' here and cannot interfere with anything - do you still remember Lockhart's audio-visual performance? It mainly relied on

This is the thing..."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and waved at the fat wizard, and his arm completely penetrated it.

"Well, let's just think that we have all become Professor Binns! And it's the kind that others can't see."

"Oh, that sounds interesting!" Luna said nonchalantly.

She had a bigger heart than Hermione. Seeing Maka's arms going through the fat wizard's body, she immediately went over and stretched her hand into the other person's head, and then even put her head in

Enter the other person's body.

Not long after, she finally took two steps slower, then raised her head and whispered seriously:

"Maka, Hermione, I have to tell you - it turns out that the human body is so dark that you can't see anything!"

Maka and Hermione couldn't help but look at each other, and both of them couldn't help laughing. But Luna still pulled Maka's sleeves seriously and said stubbornly: "Everything I said is true! Don't believe it.

Come and see for yourselves!”

But just as the three of them followed the fat wizard Borbus, talking and laughing, and gradually came to a village, several sharp arrows suddenly drew an arc from the air and fell towards them.

"Duh-duh."

The three arrows were dangerously inserted into the dirt road in front of the fat wizard, and penetrated quite deep into the ground. Looking at the tail of the arrows, they could not help but tremble, showing that their strength was quite astonishing.

"What's wrong?" (To be continued)