harry potter book of crimes

"The second one..."

There was a chilling sound of freezing, and Maka tossed the completely frozen monster back and threw it back into the room.

Just listening to the sound like a stone hitting the floor, this one is much worse than the "partner" flying in the sky before!

After that, Maka hung in mid-air outside the window, closed his eyes again and carefully sensed the flow of magic around him. Then, he chose a direction and rushed out again decisively.

In that room just now, he had already confirmed the signs that Halbo had just stayed. Based on the sporadic magic residue, it could be judged that Halbo did not choose to use space magic to leave, and... seemed to be continuing his activities in London.

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To be honest, if Haierbo ran away now, it would be difficult for Maka to find a way to track him. But if he still wants to do something, then Maka can continue to follow the clues.

Not long after, the remaining traces of magic extended all the way to an unknown path.

This is an aisle sandwiched between two rows of small apartment buildings - the kind that a car can barely drive through. Maka stepped on the magic book and found that the magic wave suddenly sank downwards, so she followed it down this aisle.

In the middle of the aisle.

Since both sides are blocked by apartment buildings, the view here becomes narrow.

Maka knew that at first glance, this road looked like a very conducive place for an ambush. Once they walked in here, many people would probably have the feeling that "maybe someone will jump out from the side at the next intersection."

But he also knew that if a smart person chose to lay an ambush here, he would most likely arrange it at the moment when he finally walked out of this narrow road.

Because during the whole process, people walking in it often only subconsciously relax at that time.

Therefore, Maka hardly slowed down when passing through this path, and even accelerated her flight speed by a few points along the way.

As expected, Haierbo did not disappoint him - the guy indeed prepared a "gift" for him here, and the gifts were really placed on both sides of the exit of this path.

This time it's two "dementors"!

However, they never expected that Maka would be so fast. The two monsters even flew out from both sides in advance, but they still could not keep up with Maka's high speed and could only watch him come from the middle.

Passed by in a flash.

What they didn't even expect was that at the moment when they couldn't dodge and collided with each other, Maka, who had already flown past, waved the staff with her backhand, and a dazzling light erupted from the staff.

The top suddenly lights up.

However, in that second, a look of thinking suddenly flashed across Maka's eyes.

Immediately, the glow suddenly stopped, and then turned into a blue-white beam of light that suddenly shot out.

"Bang!"

How could the two Dementor-like monsters withstand the light beam formed by the power of rules? In the blink of an eye, they turned into two ice sculptures frozen together and hit the road heavily.

After glancing back at the path one more time, Maka conveniently dropped a small-scale Muggle-repelling spell near the ice sculpture, then hurriedly left and continued flying forward.

Speaking of which, if he hadn't been too far away and it was difficult to sense the sparse magic power remaining, he probably wouldn't have had to go down that path at all.

"...It seems that Haierbo is planning to lead me somewhere?" While flying following the magic wave, Maka secretly wondered, "Well, or...is this a special 'invitation'?"

Based on the several confrontations he had with Helbo so far, he was almost certain that the other party would not underestimate him casually. Therefore, an ambush like this was good or bad... rather than an attack, it was better to say it was an attack.

A series of "little surprises".

Of course, there is another possibility that Haierbo didn't actually realize that it was him, Maca McLean, who was chasing after him.

Unfortunately, this possibility is not very likely.

“Anyway, you’ll know once you go there!”

Muttering softly, Maka suddenly bent his knees slightly. While leaning forward further, his speed suddenly increased again.

…

If Maka solves those monsters that look like "dementors", it's like moving smoothly and smoothly;

Well, on the other side... we were dealing with that kind of monster, but the stalemate showed everyone how different that monster was from ordinary dementors.

"Roar--"

A hollow roar sounded in the center of the square under the tall building, causing almost everyone to freeze.

The monster had roared several times before when it was high in the air, but none of them were as terrifying as it is now. The roar seemed to be mixed with some inexplicable power, making the listener feel excited.

The despair that can take your life away in one second.

To say that the people who were most affected by the roar were naturally the ordinary Muggles who were on the outermost edge at this moment.

Although they could only see a translucent gray color for the monster squatting in the square, the illusion of being swallowed was the strongest.

When people came to their senses one after another in some common hallucination, more than half of the people on the spot no longer dared to watch the fun anymore.

But now even if they want to leave, they can no longer do it.

"Everyone, pay attention and cheer up! It has been seriously injured. As long as we are careful, it will not be difficult to capture it."

In the square, it was Kingsley who was conducting the command. On both sides of him, many Aurors and strikers were lined up. Everyone was holding a wand and staring at the monster cautiously.

They are obviously much better than the Muggles outside. Although they are closer, their strong willpower allows them to resist the strange influence of the roar.

However, in actual combat, even a brief pause can easily lead to loss of life. Wizards like them who have experienced many battles can understand the dangers involved.

Therefore, they could only maintain a static posture for the time being and find opportunities to launch attacks.

And if you ask why the Muggles who were watching couldn't leave, it was directly caused by them.

In fact, Scrimgeour is smarter than Maka thought.

After he had asked a few questions from Crocker, the silent man in the Department of Mysteries, but failed to get any answers, he did not wait there for too long.

Because he waited and figured it out, just asking Mr. Bode, who was good at magical biology, didn't seem to bring him much benefit.

And after that.

Perhaps no one expected that Mr. Scrimgeour, who had never been good at communicating with others, would actually decide to take the initiative to negotiate with the Muggle Prime Minister.

But while several ministers and secretaries looked particularly surprised, Scrimgeour could only smile bitterly in his heart and shake his head.

Of course he is not willing to discuss cooperation with the Muggle Prime Minister who "knows nothing", but when he thinks that this mess will eventually fall on him, it is naturally better to communicate early than late!

So, after Scrimgeour's trip to the Prime Minister's Office, he finally quickly opened the joints with a combination of magic and spells, allowing his Aurors and Strikers to cooperate with the 1st Battalion of the Irish Guards in London.

While the Aurors and strikers tried to solve the root cause of the problem against the monster, the Muggle soldiers cooperated with the Scotland Yard police to control the Muggles at the scene within a certain range.

To be honest, this is the most appropriate solution that Scrimgeour can think of. Not only does it allow Muggles, military and police to help at the same time, but it also brings nearby Muggles together afterwards, making it easier to erase their memories together.

But the key lies in whether the Aurors can successfully deal with the monster, and whether the British royal family can fool it.

You know, the most difficult thing to deal with in the wizarding world is still those pure-blood families, and they are also behind the Muggle royal family.

"Anyway, it will be up to Mr. MacLean then..."

Scrimgeour had been busy for a long time and finally returned to his office. Now he was holding the newly delivered report sheet, but he could only mutter to himself.

He only knows that he has already done everything he can do, and the rest can only be determined by fate.

"Oh! Please, we can't delay this any longer... Merlin bless you! No matter what, let's do it!"

He shook off the list in his hand, threw it aside, and then leaned back weakly on the back of the chair.

…

Maybe Merlin really heard Scrimgeour's prayer. The Aurors and Strikers at the scene finally stopped maintaining the deadlock and raised their wands one after another.

But in reality, they are forced.

At that time, the monster seemed to have been watched by such a large group of people for too long, so it was in a bad mood. Therefore, when the Aurors were still frightened by the roars and were afraid to step forward, it first

Take action in one step!

"Roar--"

With another angry roar, the body that had been frozen by Maka's cold current barely floated up.

At this time, you can see that the black cloak that was intact at the beginning has become more damaged than ordinary dementors, and there is still a large piece of ice crystal debris hanging on it, and a lot of ice debris will be shaken off when it moves.

And because it was already naked, its body was clearly exposed in front of the Aurors. Although the strong body that was not like a dementor was as gray as an old rag doll, it could still grow from strong muscles.

Feel the powerful force in it.

As for its face... because the cold current did not spread to its head, the hood it was wearing was still undamaged, and only its glowing red pupils were still clearly visible.

All in all, this is definitely not a simple dark magical creature like a dementor...

Oh, maybe I should say this - even the dementors that can easily make people despair and take people's lives are far from comparable.

Even though there are too many similarities between the two.

"Careful!" Kingsley suddenly shouted. (To be continued)