harry potter book of crimes

When Harry woke up from the hospital bed, Maka had already left.

In fact, Madam Pomfrey was not willing to let Maka go first, but when she was overwhelmed by a lot of Maka's theories, she had to admit that Maka was indeed fine...probably.

So, Madam Pomfrey pointed her gun at poor Harry.

Under Madam Pomfrey's unyielding force, it didn't take long for Harry to understand - it seemed that he would have to stay in the school hospital until the weekend.

In the evening, many people came to see him, and they all wanted to cheer him up.

Hagrid gave him a bouquet of centipede flowers, which looked like yellow cabbage; Ginny came with a red face and gave him a homemade get well card. If Harry didn't close the card,

If you close it up and press it under the dishes or fruit basket, it will keep screaming and singing an unknown song.

After that, the Gryffindor team members also came, and Wood followed at the end. His voice was hollow and he looked lifeless. But he told Harry that he didn't blame Harry at all.

Profit's mistake.

Of course Ron and Hermione arrived early. They stayed at the bedside and didn't leave until evening.

Everyone could see that Harry was not in good condition.

However, no matter what others said or did, it could not make Harry feel better, because people only knew half of his troubles.

He told no one, not even Ron or Hermione, about what he had seen ominously, because he knew Ron would panic and Hermione would laugh at him.

However, the only thing he was not sure about was Maka.

"Perhaps, Maka already knows something..." Harry recalled the warm silver-white haze at that time, and it was that thing that pulled him.

He thought about it for a while, but could only shake his head.

By the way, there is also the black dog, which has appeared twice!

Every time I saw the black dog, something almost fatal happened: last time, he was almost run over by the Knight Bus; and this time, he fell from the broomstick fifty feet above the ground.

Is that really as ominous as Professor Trelawney said?

If that's the case, then will the bad luck haunt him until he really dies? Will he have to be wary of this beast for the rest of his life?

"If you have any trouble, come to me and I will help you solve it." - Harry inexplicably recalled what Maka had said to him.

But Harry always felt that he couldn't just rely on Maka. This was not what he should do.

The arrogance of the little lion will always burn out spontaneously at times like this.

Oh, and those damn dementors!

Every time he thought of them, Harry felt disgusted and humiliated - everyone said they were scary, but no one else was like him. They fainted when they came near? No one else heard the words of their parents approaching repeatedly in their heads.

The voice before death!

And Maka can even use such a powerful magic spell to drive them away!

Late at night, Harry was lying in the hospital. He didn't know whether it was because he slept too much during the day or for some other reason, but he couldn't sleep.

He stared at the ceiling, the moonlight leaking in through the gaps in the curtains.

"Oh, have the rain clouds left?" Harry murmured.

At this time, he seemed to hear "her" words, hearing those words repeated again and again.

When the dementors approached him, he heard his mother's dying voice. She tried hard to protect him from Voldemort; he also heard Voldemort's laughter before killing his mother...

Throughout the night, Harry woke up and down, dreaming in fits and starts. He dreamed of wet, slimy, rotten hands everywhere, and creepy begging sounds.

He woke up with a start, but his mother's voice still lingered in his mind.

…

Just as Harry was tossing and turning, he was in a depression deep in the Forbidden Forest.

"...Aragog, has there been a black dog running around in the woods recently?" Maka asked casually while preparing the potion for transformation.

"Black dog?" Aragog clicked, and asked a few more questions to the children not far away, and then said, "There seems to be one, but that little thing only moves around the edges, rarely

Will run inside."

"That's good."

Maka wasn't planning on making contact with Sirius Black, at least not yet.

After he said that, he shook the reagent tube and walked towards Aragog.

The experiment has been carried out several times, and Aragog is used to it - at least he won't be as nervous as the first time.

As the medicinal liquid was introduced into its body, Maka sat directly on a dead tree trunk next to it, quietly waiting for some changes that might happen next.

Although from the data point of view, the compatibility between the transformation potion and Aragog has been greatly improved, the probability item is always a probability item, and it will not become inevitable just because you have expectations.

Seeing that Aragog's abdomen and feet are gradually turning green, and its eight eyes are also vaguely gray-this is the state that appeared in the last experiment, Maka just

Calmly record the time and extent of the change, and continue to focus your attention.

At this moment, Aragog had a further reaction!

Its eight long legs trembled slightly. Not only its chest, abdomen and feet, but also its back covered with stripes turned a dark green color! There were some scale-like things rising from its forehead.

spread up.

"Hiss—" Maka glanced at its eyes subconsciously, but immediately covered her eyes and looked away.

He felt that his skin seemed to become tight.

After noticing this, Maka immediately took out a potion bottle, pulled out the stopper and poured a small sip of the potion into his mouth - it was the mandrake resurrection potion he had prepared long ago, just to deal with it.

This is the current situation.

Although he was accidentally tricked, the bloodline transformation experiment was successful!

"Aragog, how are you feeling?" Maka looked at the experimental record in her hand and did not forget to ask about Aragog's status immediately.

He had to completely record this precious experimental data.

"Yes... I feel... very good!" Aragog's clicking sound disappeared, and it seemed that his change was indeed not small.

"I think I have indeed gained the ability of that thing," it said. "Although most of it is incomplete, at least I can enter hibernation - which will allow me to gain it for a longer period of time."

"Your children will gain more complete abilities, that's for sure." Maka nodded, "However, I suggest you close your eyes, otherwise your children won't be able to bear it, and your wife

Too."

"I think you are right..." Aragog said, closing all eight eyes.

It was only then that Maka was able to fully see Aragog's changes.

There is no doubt that its changes are significant.

At this moment, almost half of Aragog's body was covered with a layer of fine snake scales like armor, and its size became larger as a result.

On its back, the original striped spots were slightly black in color, while the rest of it turned into a dark green.

Its claw-like mouthparts seemed to have become sharper, and the faint light on them flashed faintly, seeming to contain deadly toxins.

What interests Maca the most is the round red spot on Aragog's forehead - perhaps, its descendants will also grow horns like a basilisk.

"Aragog, we succeeded." Maka stepped forward and patted its long legs casually, but his other hand was already holding the handle of the wand in his sleeve.

"Yes, I didn't expect that it was really successful!" Aragog looked very excited, "Thank you very much, this will give my tribe more chances to survive!"

"Yes, my friend." Maka put her hand on its leg and continued, "Your tribe will last as long as our friendship!"

"Oh, of course, my friend!" Aragog said naturally. "After my next child is born, I will take my tribe to live deeper in the forest! You can come to me at any time. We, except you and Hagrid, don’t welcome anyone!”

Well! After becoming stronger, I become even more timid...

However, this is probably one of the reasons why Aragog has been able to develop such a large group! This is also a kind of survival wisdom, and Maka feels that she can indeed understand this kind of thinking.

Perhaps, Aragog has improved more than just his strength - Maka couldn't help but have such a guess in her heart.

Only then did Maka let go of the hand holding the wand secretly.

After repeatedly telling Aragog not to open his eyes casually, Maka left the depression and went to the dormitory to sleep. Today's things were really tiring, and he did feel a little tired.

Although the integrity of the soul had been confirmed at the beginning and the doubt of permanent loss of emotion had been denied, even his successful casting of the Patronus Charm today indirectly proved this.

But there is no doubt that "emotions have been suppressed by some unknown force".

Casting the Patronus Charm in this state is not only laborious, but also always leaves him with an unreal feeling of seeing things through smoke and mirrors.

"Should I feel lucky, or should I feel helpless?" Maka was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling and thinking, "Well, in fact, I can't feel anything."

Maka suddenly wanted to experience the kind of touch he felt in the Bee Duke candy store that day - he felt that that should be the key to cracking the test.

In a daze, Maka thought further and further, and his consciousness gradually became hazy. Soon, he was completely immersed in sleep.

The night sky after a heavy rain seems to be exceptionally clear, and the stars are full of stars shining with a blur of brilliance.