harry potter book of crimes

"...It's time to go home."

"To be precise, it's time for 'you' to go home."

Maka waved her hand at Hermione and others.

"Get in the carriage and I'll accompany you to the train station. Today I'm leading the team... Well, I think Hagrid is already waiting for us on the platform with his handkerchief!"

Almost every time Hagrid sent his students home during the holidays, he would burst into tears and burst into tears, so Maka joked about it.

Perhaps as old students, Hermione and others had already seen Hagrid's red eyes many times, so everyone was amused by his joke.

But soon, Hermione, who also smiled, elongated her face again, returning to the reluctant look she had at the beginning.

"Maka, if... I mean, if you are willing, my parents and I don't mind if you... uh, we don't mind if you come to our house to spend this Christmas vacation..."

Most of her words came from an impulse, so the more she spoke, the softer her voice got. Eventually, she might not even be able to hear her clearly.

As for Maka, although he could hear it, he knew it was better for him to pretend to be confused now!

"Of course, of course I am willing -" he said quickly, "I will find time to visit your home, and remember to prepare more delicious food when the time comes!"

Naturally, Maka couldn't really go and stay. Let's not talk about anything else. He had too many things to do during this long holiday this year. Not to mention that he couldn't stay at Hermione's house, even he himself might not be able to spare too much time.

Spend more time sleeping.

And after he hurried through the conversation, he immediately said:

"Okay, everyone, get in the car! I'll go over there and urge you again, and I'll be back later..."

As she spoke, Maka turned around and walked towards the other carriages. Luna and others who were already seated in the carriage saw that Hermione hadn't gotten on yet, so they all waved to her.

Hermione stood there and glared at Maka from a distance, then returned and got into the car.

"What were you talking about just now?" Harry was a little curious.

"I'm talking about whether there is meat between the Thestral's skin and bones!"

Hermione pursed her lips first, and then said angrily after a moment.

…

Not long after, the Yeqi carriage team set off quickly under the organization of Maka.

Originally, the journey from Hogwarts to Hogsmeade Train Station would have taken at least half an hour, even if we walked faster. But with the tireless Thestrals towing us, everyone soon arrived at a slightly shabby train station.

Entrance to the station.

Watching everyone board the Hogwarts Express one by one, and then watching them stick their heads out of the car window and wave vigorously. Not only did Hagrid blow his nose again like it was equipped with a small speaker, but even Maka

It was also somewhat emotional.

Parting is always a bit sad, not to mention that he originally planned to resign this time, but he finally stayed because of an accident.

If he had successfully completed the "Reaching for the Stars" step before, he would now be forcing Haier Bo to run around the world instead of staying on the train platform and silently waving goodbye to the little wizards.

"Maka, the train has gone far, we will go too..."

"Oh, no, I still have something to do - you go back first!"

After Hagrid slowly left with his already soaked handkerchief, he turned his head and glanced behind the pillar not far away, and said casually:

"Miss Miriam, why did you come with me? Didn't I say that you may not be safe yet and can't show up in crowded places easily?"

After he finished speaking, there was silence for a few seconds. After following the pillar, a concave and convex figure stepped out.

She walked along the train's track extending into the distance for a while, and then whispered:

"That girl likes you, doesn't she?"

To be honest, Maka didn't expect that the other party would suddenly say such a sentence, so she couldn't help but be stunned for a while. But when he reacted, the other party had already turned back to look at him.

"Yes, you are right." Maka nodded.

"Then why did you—"

"You want to ask...why I didn't respond to her?" He shrugged, "Actually, I responded a long time ago, but she chose to stick to her own ideas..."

In fact, it is not difficult to see that due to Hermione's persistence, Maka has already been trapped in this emotional dilemma.

It seems that he did not clearly establish a relationship with Luna at the beginning, and even deliberately alienated her. Perhaps it could also be said that he wanted to protect Luna from Voldemort and Grindelwald.

But until the two Dark Lords were defeated, that period should be the best time for him and Luna to officially get together.

However, he inexplicably did not do that.

It is said that "emotional matters are mostly unreasonable", but in fact there are often traces to be followed. Maka's hesitation proved that Hermione's hard work and not giving up still had an impact on him to some extent.

After that conversation in the library, he, Hermione and Luna seemed to have a subtle tacit understanding.

And today, with the intervention caused by Hai Erbo's sudden appearance, he has finally made a temporary decision that is not a decision.

"...You know what? I really admire her persistence and confidence, so I choose not to make a choice."

"Choose?" Miriam was startled when she heard the words, and then said silently, "Sorry, I clearly don't know the cause and effect of the matter, but I still talk too much..."

Macadamian shook his head, and then chuckled.

"You didn't say anything wrong? You said she liked me - you were right. You asked me why I didn't give her a response - this is also right." At this point, he suddenly said as if he was joking,

"If I have to say there is something wrong, then it is probably this world that is wrong, right?"

If he had done something wrong, it would ultimately be the fault of some force in the world - if he had not come here in the first place, everything would have gone on as planned and led to a certain ending.

"Well, that's right." After a slight pause, Maka suddenly changed her subject, "You followed me all the way here, obviously you didn't just want to relax, right? Tell me, what's wrong?"

When Miriam saw him asking, she immediately felt a trace of hesitation, and some kind of confusion mixed with worry occupied her heart again.

"Mr. MacLean," she said faintly, recalling her heart palpitations in her sleep last night, "do you know anything more important has happened recently? It's about me..."

"Well?"

Maka raised her eyebrows.

"Oh, I'm sorry! Actually, what I want to say is that I had a very confusing nightmare last night, and then I woke up with an indescribable uneasiness. It was as if...as if I suddenly lost something very important.

Things are normal, I——"

"It's Eun who died."

Maka didn't let her continue, but suddenly interrupted her.

"...that is, your 'Grandpa Raven'."

"La--" Miriam opened her mouth, and then changed her words, "Ah, I mean...'he'...is dead?"

"Yes, he is dead." Maka said calmly, "It can be said that he committed suicide, it can be said that Haierbo killed him, or he was killed by me. But no matter what, he is indeed gone... I think this

That’s probably what woke you up!”

"No, this... no, why?" Miriam shook her head repeatedly and said, "He is dead when he is dead. Why do I have to wake up in my dream because of his death?"

Maka didn't pay too much attention to her slightly unreasonable question.

I saw him turning his face sideways and looking at the vigorous cedar trees on the other side of the track. They were still tall and tall under the year-round snowfall in Hogsmeade Town. The frost-white crowns reflected the dazzling light in the setting sun.

After watching for a while, Maka said calmly:

"All relationships thrive under the turns of giving and receiving...and once it grows into a towering tree, no matter how good a lumberjack is hired, it can't be cut off with just a few axes.

It fell over."

He did not mention what Old Yoon said to him before, because what Old Yoon did was not correct; and he also did not mention some of his speculations, such as Miriam's nightmare, maybe it was not true at all.

It was just related to the bloodline transformation that Old Youn had done for her.

Ewan Ravenclaw is dead, as dead as ever. And since he no longer exists, some so-called truths can actually go with him.

The organization marked by the raven had caused Miriam to suffer so much that Maka felt that there was no need to let her continue to live in pure disappointment and pain.

"Think about it!" He finally waved his hands and said, "Everyone is thinking and living while thinking. I don't think there is anything wrong with this... Just like I am thinking now, will I die after I die?

Will we go to another world? Will it be filled with high-rise buildings, or will it be simply blank?"

There are too many confusing things, and Machata just gives Miriam one more question. Instead of living with certainty, perhaps the rest of her life with doubts will be more meaningful.

After that, he took Miriam back to the school gate with the door key, and then walked towards the castle step by step.

Feeling that life can only be done occasionally, and if you think too much, you don't have to work... After chatting for a while, Maka went straight back to his office and continued to do some of his preparations.

There wasn't much time, and after he finished sorting out the required information, it was time to go to the Muggle world for a long time.

"Oh, maybe we can drop by there for a visit then..."

Maka, who was busy writing at the desk, suddenly raised his head, as if he thought of someone, and after muttering something like this, he continued to work hard.

Behind him, the setting sun filtering through the window was still warm, silently spreading all over his back.

It's a pity that not long after, the red sun in the distance lying on the mountainside refusing to let go will reluctantly sink below the horizon. I don't know if the sky tonight will still be as cloudless as during the day.

.(To be continued)