harry potter book of crimes

This was a disaster that only belonged to London. The restoration of urban buildings with the help of magic spells lasted until the early morning of the next day, not to mention the large number of residents who needed to correct their memories.

Overnight, every citizen was still immersed in the joy of surviving the disaster, but they did not know that what the soldiers were leading them to was actually a level to clear their memories.

After they line up and pass the temporary tents, they will completely forget this bad experience and will never remember "monsters" and "magic" again.

Although this is definitely not a bad thing for them, but...

Seeing them come out from behind the tent one after another, with confused and confused expressions on their faces, Maka, as a bystander, couldn't help but feel a strange sense of violation in her heart.

The work of cleaning up the memory lasted for a long time, and even if wizards from the International Confederation of Wizards joined later, it still took a long time to complete.

However, since the soldiers responsible for maintaining order will also need to adjust their memories later, they will probably have to continue to persevere for a while!

"Maka, you haven't eaten for almost a day and a night, haven't you? Come and have some..."

The hall on the first floor of St. Mungo's has been completely transformed into a temporary refuge camp. During this period, in addition to helping to repair the city in the city, Maka has basically been here to help treat the injured.

For those dark creatures that resemble dementors, he provided the therapists at St. Mungo's with more correct treatment directions. To be honest, this really helped everyone.

At this moment, Maka was sitting in a corner of the crowded hall, removing the last part of the fire poison from a wounded wizard who was burned by that weird black flame.

As for Kingsley, who also endured this kind of flame burning his soul, he has now entered the normal recovery stage.

Unfortunately, a large number of the injured had their souls directly devoured by monsters. Even he could do nothing for injuries like that.

There is nothing more that can be done except watching those people who are still breathing wait for death.

"It's okay, I just drank the magic potion... Just take it and you'll be fine!"

He gently moved his fingers, causing the bandage soaked in nourishing medicine to fly around the injured person's leg. After finally tying a knot delicately, Maka turned back to look at Hermione who came to find him.

"The buildings and roads in London have been restored to their original state this morning. You all should go home quickly! Well... I would like to inform those students who live in urban London that I suggest that I move with my family to live somewhere else for a while.

day……"

At this point, he shrugged again.

"Including your family."

"I..." Hermione pursed her lips and paused before saying, "Well... what about you?"

"I?"

Maka said while packing up the potion bottles that had been left on the spot:

"You know, Scrimgeour and Akinbad still need my help - although they have tried their best to finish the work this time, and even the Queen of England and the British government are fully assisting, but there is always such a big movement

It cannot be completely concealed.”

Their concealment is temporary, and even this "temporary" is the precious time they bought with Maka's efforts.

Next, they should use this short time to obscure the facts as much as possible.

"Rumors are definitely inevitable," Hermione listened and couldn't help but follow Maka's train of thought and thought, "Just looking at the various official and unofficial explanations, aren't they enough to control the public's hearing?"

Maka shook her head, then stood up, patted the hem of her robe, and continued casually:

"Simply 'explaining' is not enough... I have asked President Ajinbad to spread some of the facts. Of course, they are thrown out together with a lot of similar statements!"

In any case, the whole of London has been restored to its original state. And now that everything has been restored, those so-called "truths" will easily be self-defeating, and uninformed Muggles will only talk about it as an exaggerated story.

.

Sometimes it is true or false, who can tell?

"Okay, I should go upstairs to see Mrs. Longbottom..." Putting the topic on hold for the time being, Maka showed a slightly regretful smile to Hermione, "I hope the old lady can survive it."

! Otherwise, I'm afraid Neville won't be able to hold on... It's rare that his performance this time is so outstanding!"

At that time, Neville and Sirius left St. Mungo's together. His behavior was undoubtedly puzzling to most people.

However, Maka could somewhat understand that Neville, who had found the courage, was using his own way... no, using the Longbottom family's way to pray for his seriously injured grandma.

After that, Maka also saw the majestic silver lion on the street. When he knew that it was actually Neville's patron saint, he couldn't help but sigh secretly.

Like Harry, he is the boy pointed out by the prophecy. Neville is so inconspicuous most of the time, but no matter what, he has proven himself with his own hard work and courage.

A lion patron saint that is the same as Gryffindor, this is enough to explain a lot of things.

…

A moment later, the cursed injury ward on the fifth floor.

"Maka, you're here."

As soon as he arrived at the door of the room, Sirius, who was sitting at the end of Kingsley's hospital bed, greeted him, and Kingsley, who was half leaning on the hospital bed, also smiled slightly reluctantly.

"Stop laughing. It's not much better to laugh than to cry."

Maka waved her hand, then turned a corner and walked straight to the bed further outside.

"Neville, step aside, it's time for inspection."

"Um."

This tall young man didn't seem to be in good condition. When he saw Maka approaching, he just responded feebly and then silently stepped aside.

When Maka was about to start the inspection, he added in a low voice:

"Maka...thank you, sorry for bothering you."

As early as when he met Mrs. Longbottom, Neville was still running around with Sirius outside. By the time he returned to St. Mungo's, Maka had actually re-treated the old lady.

The previous therapist in charge was very good, at least he managed to hang the old lady's life even when the injury was quite serious.

Unfortunately, although the body damaged by the crushing spell at close range can be easily repaired, the brain damage caused by excessive blood loss is a problem that cannot be easily solved by magic.

Not long after, Maka retracted her extended right hand, then turned around and patted Neville on the shoulder.

"Don't look sad next to your grandma all day long. Your mood will affect her recovery," he warned without hesitation, "show the same faith you had when fighting monsters."

After that, regardless of Neville being in a daze on the spot, Maka bypassed the old lady's bed and went straight to Kingsley's bed.

"Is it appropriate for you to say that? You don't understand other people's feelings..." Kingsley looked sideways at Neville, who was still in a trance, and couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

But Maka then shook her head.

"At least I think he doesn't need other people's understanding now - Sirius, you have fought with Neville, you should be able to understand what I mean, right?"

Sirius on the side thought for a while and couldn't help but nodded.

"Listen to what you say...well, the child doesn't lack willpower now, he just lacks someone to give him some guidance."

When his grandma was seriously injured, Neville changed a lot. But for him, this change came too suddenly.

To put it bluntly, he just needs to adapt to his current self.

"So, Sirius, please take a look at him during this time." Maka said casually while checking Kingsley's soul, "As long as he can accumulate all the gains this time, we can do more.

A new combat force that has potential and is extremely reliable."

After Maka finished Kingsley's routine examination, and when he turned around to leave the ward, he saw that Neville seemed to have cheered up again.

Looking at his honest but determined face, Maka was also secretly happy for him.

"Maka!"

When he passed the end of the old lady's bed and was about to leave the ward, Neville suddenly walked up to him and said very seriously:

"Thank you very much... No matter whether grandma can wake up or not, I want to thank you. If you hadn't come here in time, grandma would have already..."

"Don't say that, that St. Mungo's therapist...what's his name? In short, he has done more credit than me. He is the one who tried his best to keep your grandma alive."

Just as he was talking, Maka raised her hand and put it on Neville's shoulder, a smile suddenly appeared on her expression.

"Besides, we were good friends who walked together in Hogwarts at night and were punished in the Forbidden Forest together! Isn't it natural to help your grandma treat her?"

Before he finished speaking, before the memories and emotions in Neville's heart could be revealed to the surface, he took the lead and said:

"Okay, go and stay with grandma! I have other things to do, I have to go down..."

After saying that, Maka stopped continuing the ink stains and turned around to leave neatly, keeping all Neville's gratitude in her heart.

Kingsley and Sirius on the other side saw this and couldn't help but look at each other and smile secretly.

Sometimes, being too good at people and sophistication is actually not a good thing.

Just like Kingsley and Sirius at the moment, they can be said to know a lot about Maka. At this moment, they have no idea whether Maka's performance just now was sincere? Or was it deliberate?

For that.

"I wish it was true then," Kingsley suddenly whispered.

Opposite him, Sirius quickly felt relieved.

"Think of Dumbledore in the past! I think... that's true!"

Maka, who was going downstairs, of course didn't know that the two people were discussing him. He was still busy thinking about where he had to go in the future! (To be continued)