harry potter book of crimes

Just the day before the Gryffindor team members burst into mourning, Hufflepuff's new house team was training...

"Senior Diggory."

Amid the downpour of rain, a clear voice came from below.

"Wait, stop for a moment." Cedric shouted loudly, "I'll go down and take a look, you continue training!"

The Quidditch uniforms of the little badgers were all soaked, but they didn't notice it and continued to practice hard before the game.

Cedric controlled his broom to fall down. At first, he only vaguely saw a figure. It wasn't until he got closer that he could clearly see the appearance of the person coming.

That's Maca!

He was standing in the rain at the moment, but as soon as the violent rainstorm fell around him, it seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier, sliding away from him.

At this moment, his body was still dry, which was completely different from Cedric's wet and embarrassed look.

"Oh, MacLean? Your waterproof spell looks really good..." Cedric looked at him strangely and asked, "What's the matter with coming here today?"

During the period since the beginning of school, he invited Maka to join the academy team again and again, but Maka always declined politely, without any exception.

As the game day approached, he gave up the idea of ​​extending an invitation again.

He was a little confused as to why Maka came here despite the heavy rain today.

"I'm here to apply for a spot in the first game." Maka said calmly, "I've been thinking about what I have to pay for the honor of Hufflepuff House, so I'm here."

"Oh - really?" Cedric said happily, "That's great! Let me ask you - there must be someone willing to make a place for you!"

Sure enough, when Cedric called everyone down to assemble, the new team members all welcomed Maka's arrival.

In Hufflepuff House, where the sense of collective honor is extremely obvious, individual honor is not that important. Everyone is willing to contribute their seat to the achievements of Hufflepuff House.

Of course, Maka still chose the position of chaser.

Although, for his plan, it was most appropriate to replace Cedric, but to suddenly come out and replace the captain's position was a bit inappropriate no matter how he looked at it.

After that, Maka also removed the waterproof spell and started a hasty running-in training with other team members.

It has to be said that Maka's talent in flying is indeed very strong. As soon as he joins the team, the entire rhythm will gradually revolve around him.

It didn't take long for Cedric to adjust his tactics again and again to accommodate Maka's addition.

Until the end, the Hufflepuff team once again returned to the original tactical mode - a point-winning strategy that focused on obtaining basic points and focused on the chaser's offense and defense.

To be honest, everyone is a little impatient for the upcoming game, because Hufflepuff's "score-scoring monster" is back again!

But the first game came faster than they imagined.

The next day, when the Hufflepuff team members had just finished training, Marcus Flint, the captain of the Slytherin team, suddenly appeared at the entrance of the Quidditch locker room.

"Hey, Diggory!" Flint, with a ruffian look on his face, leaned against the door frame and said, "I need to talk to you about something."

Cedric looked at him doubtfully and asked, "What's the matter?"

The Hufflepuff players all walked in wet, and when they saw Flint, they all showed a look of disgust.

Flint is a guy who will do whatever it takes to win. He leads the other Slytherin players on the court and makes constant moves. No one in the other houses likes him.

"In fact, our team's seeker was injured before - he was injured by the hippogriff raised by that stupid professor. I think you should know..." Flint chuckled, "So we

I have to switch the preliminary rounds with you."

"Isn't this unethical?" Cedric frowned.

"It's just a change of venue, nothing against the rules?" Flint smiled, showing his crooked teeth, which looked a little disgusting.

"Senior Flint, haven't you graduated yet..."

Suddenly, Maka came out from behind. He looked at him calmly and said, "If I remember correctly, you were already in seventh grade last year, right?"

Flint's evil smile immediately froze.

Yes, this guy should have graduated and left school last year, but because he failed in many courses, he was actually repeated a grade! This is undoubtedly a shame in the pure-blood family, and his father was so angry that he beat him.

Dayton, thinking that he had smeared the Flint family.

"Humph! Yes! I failed the grade, so what?" He glared at Maka fiercely and gritted his teeth.

"We already know about the competition," Maka walked up to him calmly, looked at him coldly and said, "Is there anything else you want to say?"

Maka pulled out the wand, and emerald green light appeared at the top of the wand. Flint was immediately frightened and took a few steps back.

"No, no...it's nothing..." he stammered, ran away after exiting the locker room, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Several senior Hufflepuffs were a little frightened when they looked at Maka's wand. They had also learned the horror of the Unforgivable Curse and knew that the magical light of the Death Curse was green.

"That's—" Cedric asked cautiously.

"Huh? Oh..." Maka turned around and waved the wand, extinguishing the green light on the tip of the wand. "It's just a variant of the wand glowing spell, don't be nervous."

They all heaved a heavy sigh, and only a few lower-grade team members still looked confused.

"Slytherin just doesn't want to compete in this kind of weather, but no matter what, their strength is only that much, and they won't have any chance even if the competition environment is changed." Maka analyzed calmly, "They even

You may not win Gryffindor."

On the eve of the competition, the wind and rain continued, even worse than before.

The corridors and classrooms were pitch dark, and the professors had no choice but to light more torches and lamps for lighting. The Slytherin team did look complacent, and no one could match Malfoy in this regard.

"Ah, if only my arm were better!" he said loudly, sighing deliberately from time to time.

At this time, the strong wind outside was hitting the window, making a constant clanging sound.

Harry got rid of Captain Wood who was chattering behind him and stopped outside the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. He opened the door and rushed in.

"I'm sorry, I'm late, Professor Lupin, I-" he said as he walked inside.

However, the person looking at him on the podium was not Professor Lupine, but Snape.

"This class started ten minutes ago, Potter. I think I should deduct ten points from Gryffindor. Sit down."

"Where is Professor Lupine?"

Lupine is naturally not here. Because at this moment, he has to huddle in the corner of the office and wait for the werewolf's transformation state to pass.

The wolfsbane potion brewed by Maka is very effective. Although Lupine turned into a werewolf on the night of the full moon last night, he still retains his human sanity.

It's just that the more times this happens, the more painful and uneasy he becomes.

Remus Lupine is a lonely man, which is inseparable from his painful experience. When he was four years old, his father offended the werewolf Fenrir Greyback. Out of revenge, one day

At night, Greyback invaded Lupin's house through the window and bit the young Remus Lupin.

Since then, Lupine's life has become obscure and lonely.

As time passed quietly, his parents tried various methods, but failed to cure him. Both he and his parents thought that it was impossible for him to enter Hogwarts-other parents would not think

Letting their kids get close to a werewolf.

But Dumbledore gave him a chance, and he made many friends in school, including Sirius Black and Harry's father, James Potter... and of course, Peter Pettigrew.

That was the happiest day he lived.

But after graduation, Lupine, who was immersed in friendship, had to face reality. Given his situation, it was difficult to get a suitable job, and his life became difficult.

But no matter how hard it was, it didn't matter, he could persevere.

But what saddened him the most was that he once scared a child on a full moon night.

Although he tried his best to suppress his wolfish nature and left there quickly, he could never forget those young eyes of panic and fear.

Lupine was a person who loved children, but he frightened an innocent child, which made him feel disgusted with himself for the first time.

In the past, even if he knew he was abnormal, he would mostly view himself as a victim - which was indeed the case. But starting from that day, he suddenly understood a conclusion that made him feel sad.

Sometimes, the victim will become the perpetrator, which is probably an inevitable result in himself.

"McLean, are you...really not afraid?"

Lupine looked very ugly in his werewolf form, but because the effects of the wolfsbane potion were continuously taking effect, he looked very calm.

"Why?" Maka asked calmly.

Entrusted by Dumbledore, Maka was responsible for guarding Lupine when he transformed, so as to avoid any misunderstandings during this critical period.

He was sitting behind Lupin's desk, lowering his head and writing something, while Lupine was huddled in the corner between the bookshelf and the desk.

"Werewolves are always disturbing - they are cruel, bloodthirsty, keen to attack humans, and very dangerous." Lupine, who had turned into a werewolf, said angrily, "Isn't it?"

"Professor, are you doubting the effectiveness of the wolfsbane potion I prepared?"

Maka moved his gaze from the notebook to Lupine's furry face. He reached out and patted Lupine on the shoulder, forcing out a dry smile.

"Don't worry, at least I think the medicine is very effective." He joked harshly.