harry potter book of crimes

If wizards can be seen by Muggles, but various magical creatures cannot be seen by Muggles, then when those wizards born through blood transformation appear in the eyes of Muggles...

What will they look like?

Maka couldn't be sure of this, but he could always understand one thing from old Victor's surprised eyes - Muggles could indeed see something!

Taking his eyes away from old Victor, he turned his head again and looked into the distance again.

It was a Dementor, and it was a Dementor that was different from the previous ones. Its black cloak was as elegant and complete as a gauze, its eyes were filled with blood-red light, and its flying speed was even faster than usual.

Dementors are much faster.

What's more important is that its palms are still full of flesh and blood, not the skinny and almost dead bodies of ordinary dementors.

But Maka actually discovered that the majestic magic power fluctuations of that "dementor" actually hid a regular characteristic originating from the wizard.

Maka has only seen this kind of magic wave in two non-humanoid creatures: one is a wizard in the Animagus state; and the other is transformed by blood like Miriam.

And can transform into a magical wizard.

For a moment while watching the extraordinary "Dementor" flying around a certain tall building, Maka easily thought of the only candidate to be the culprit - the despicable Halbo.

Let’s not talk about who else besides the dead old Youn can master this level of blood transformation technology. Judging from the creatures such as "dementors", Haierbo, as the manufacturer, is probably involved.

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"Can you all see 'it'?"

While Maka casually asked Victor and his son beside him, he was ready to take out the staff at any time. As long as the special-shaped dementor no longer hovered like that, but made a slight movement, then he would

Will take action immediately.

Because he understood that even if the barrier between the wizarding world and the Muggle world would be broken down again one day, it shouldn't be now.

In particular, it should not be broken in such a "bad form".

"Of course you can! Are you short-sighted?" Even though he was hesitating in astonishment, Old Victor's tone of voice was still so aggressive.

Behind him, his son Victor Jr. does not have the bad temper of his father, but his mental endurance seems to be far inferior.

"Oh...then, what is that? Can't you see it? That gray semi-transparent shadow?" He said with trembling lips, "I can feel waves of chill even from such a distance...

.Hey, you really can’t see? Don’t scare me!"

"Of course I saw it too..."

Maka reached out and touched his arm, then gestured in the direction of old Victor.

"I suggest you take your father to hide in the woods first, and I'll go over there and take a look."

"Why!"

As soon as he finished speaking, before he could move his legs, the other party grabbed his arm.

"What are you doing there? Who knows whether that thing is a ghost or an alien... I watch all kinds of random events on TV, and anyone who is curious will probably be in bad luck, so it's better not to join in the fun!"

"Don't worry! Scotland Yard is much closer than we are -"

The "Scotland Yard" in Maka's mouth is actually the nickname of the Metropolitan Police Department. But because of this, he felt a little guilty in his heart... Since this incident happened in a downtown area, Muggle witnesses were not sure

Quite a few, so subsequent processing will become much more troublesome.

Of course, this time it was obviously far less grand than the last scene where wizards and large magical creatures gathered in Haifa City.

After gently pulling his arm back from the opponent's hand, Maka quickly ran forward. But before leaving, he also left a small "mark" for the father and son. After all, here

He planned to ask a few more questions later!

However, he didn't expect that little Victor would catch up with him not long after he ran. If this guy had been a few steps later, he would have had the opportunity to sneak into the nearby woods and cast a disillusionment spell on himself.

"What's wrong?"

Maka looked at the slightly panting uncle next to her and began to consider whether to cast a confusion spell or some other magic on him.

only...

"Dad... insisted that I follow you. He said that he wanted me to accompany you to have a good look at something..." He also said with a confused look on his face, "To be honest, I don't understand what he wants from me.

What are you looking at...see how that translucent monster killed me? If he hadn't forced me..."

"Um?"

Hearing what he said, Maka suddenly felt a little strange - why did old Victor say that? Could it be that the weird and alcoholic old man... was actually a slightly special squib?

Unfortunately, Maka did not sense any signs of magic activity from the opponent's body. Logically speaking, even the magic power of the squib has a certain amount of activity - even if that activity can be said to be extremely weak.

And old Victor...even if he is, at least he is not a general type of squib.

"If that's really the case, then just follow!" Maka thought for a while and said, "But if you just run like this, I don't think you can keep up..."

I don't know what he was thinking about, but in short, he seemed to be willing to take this real "burden" with him.

"Remember, what you see next will probably be forgotten in the future. So... if you can enjoy this kind of excitement, then look at it a few more times!"

After saying that, I saw Maka dragging him into the woods beside the road. Not long after, two figures that almost no one could see suddenly jumped out of the woods, and then flew high into the distance.

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In the back garden of Greenwich Park, old Victor was still looking at the gray shadow in the distance, but he was completely unaware of Maka and his son, who were also flying through the air.

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"Roar--"

Ordinary dementors can't make any sound, let alone such an incomparable roar. However, this special dementor can.

Under this high-rise building, the Muggles on the street were already in chaos. Even though the translucent monster had not done any harm, there were already some people escaping in the crowd.

As for the remaining people, most of them gathered around and looked up attentively.

For a time, at this intersection, there were people shouting, screaming, whispering, and even laughing and pointing at the monster in the air.

When Makati sneaked the pale-faced little Victor to the nearby area, there was already a mess underneath.

Landing on the roof of an inconspicuous office building, he easily lifted the floating spell on little Victor and saw him collapse with trembling legs.

"What...what the hell is going on? Flying? Did you fly just now? Can I fly?" Little Victor held on to the concrete slab under him and kept shouting, "This world is crazy.

Or am I crazy?"

Maka, who was standing on the edge of the roof, looked at the Dementor opposite and said without looking back:

"Just think the world is crazy!"

He is just watching now and has not directly taken action to get rid of the dementor.

Because he knew very well that Haierbo was most likely nearby. If he did not dig out the source, simply dealing with the dementor would not only be meaningless, but would also increase his own danger.

Haierbo is not an ordinary character, and his previous failures have taught him enough lessons.

However, at this time, Maka was not just keeping a wait-and-see attitude. Under such circumstances, he actually continued to talk to little Victor, which was a bit puzzling.

Just listen to him saying to the Muggle behind him:

"Actually, I can give you a brief explanation... For example, my identity is actually a 'wizard'; I can use all kinds of strange 'magic'. And the one hovering around the tall building opposite is

A dangerous dark magical creature."

"Wizard? Magic?" When Little Victor heard this, he was so surprised that he even forgot about fear, "Do you mean the kind of 'magic' in those fairy tales?"

"Part of it is similar!" Maka shrugged, but her eyes were still wandering back and forth nearby.

"Oh...ha! Magic?"

Perhaps everything was so bizarre that little Victor couldn't help but laugh strangely, but there was no trace of smile in it.

"Well... to be honest, if I hadn't flown once just now, I wouldn't have believed it..." After he struggled with confusion for a while, he asked tentatively, "Then... like you

Are there many 'wizards'? How come I've never seen one in my entire life? There's not even any reports in newspapers or on TV..."

Maka then shook her head and said:

"If I have to say it, there are still some traces in those news media - for example, if you see an inexplicable event on it, it might be related to the 'wizard'."

When he said this, he spread his hands again.

"As for the number of wizards..." he roughly estimated, "well, the number of clearly registered wizards in the UK seems to have recently risen to 5,000, but if you include black households... it may exceed 10,000, right?"

"So many--" Little Victor thought this was a lot at first, but he quickly shook his head and said, "Uh, okay... should this be considered too much or too little?"

"It's already a lot," Maka said. "As far as I know, if you only need to go back ten years, this number will be reduced by nearly half...and it will be even less if you go forward."

I don't know why he was still talking to the same Muggle about the increase and decrease in the population of the wizarding world. Although at the same time, his search for Haierbo did not actually fall short.

"And the so-called 'monster' you see now is the work of one of the 'most dangerous gangsters'." (To be continued)