harry potter book of crimes

"Ron? What are you doing in such a hurry?"

On the way downstairs, Maka met Ron who was running up the stairs. Looking at his anxious look, she didn't know what happened again.

When Ron came up, he saw Maka and wanted to say hello, but he had both hands used to carry the tray, so in the end he had to grin at Maka.

"Another Auror was sent yesterday when you were away. The situation is not very good. No, it seems to have relapsed just now. Mr. Pye is too busy, so he asked me to get some medicine for him..."

As he spoke, he walked up, and finally turned directly through the stairs where no one could see him.

"Oh, stop talking! See you later, Maka!"

Looking at the empty staircase, Maka couldn't help but shake her head and smile.

In this disaster, the friends of R.A. played a very big role. Not only did they join the ranks of resisting the dark creatures in time, but many people stayed after that to repair London, search and rescue the injured, and even

Come on, they are everywhere.

Even guys like Ron, who are usually not very motivated, are constantly contributing their share.

Passing by Ron, Maca met several familiar and unfamiliar volunteers on the way down, and then returned to the first floor.

After passing through the hall full of patients, he turned from the side door at the other end to an internal corridor at the back of the hall.

Most of the rooms here are usually used as warehouses and potion preparation rooms, but because St. Mungo's needed more space to accommodate patients this time, part of the warehouse was simply vacated.

But now, those who are arranged in these warehouses are some special injuries.

For example, the father and son of Victor's family are living here now...

"Hey! McClain, my health has been completely recovered for a long time, why don't you let us go back?"

As soon as Maka entered a certain warehouse, she immediately heard old Victor's questioning voice. It could be seen that he had been staring at the door the whole time, waiting to say these words!

But the fact is as he said, although old Victor is old and frail, he was just suffering from the cold from the beginning. Now, he has long since become lively and vigorous again.

However, without Maca's consent, it would be impossible for the father and son to leave St. Mungo's.

"I'm sorry, I really can't let you go home...especially you, old gentleman." He walked up to old Victor and said, "You two, why don't we go to the tea room on the sixth floor to have a cup of tea and some snacks?

?My treat——"

"What kind of tea are you drinking?" Old Victor said with a straight face. "We just want to go home and continue living our lives peacefully! You don't need to ask anything, because I don't know anything."

"dad--"

"Don't talk!"

Little Victor seemed to be trying to persuade his father, but was immediately blocked by the other party.

But in response to Old Victor's words, Maka showed a disapproving smile.

"Old sir, what you said is a little unreasonable, right?" He ignored the curious looks of other patients in the warehouse and spread his hands and said, "If you really want to live in peace and contentment, then why did you go out of your way to let him go?"

Is your son coming with me?"

Maka had already left alone, but it didn't take long for little Victor to catch up with him who was about to fly away. At that time, even little Victor himself was puzzled by this.

But now, the old Victor has expressed that he no longer wants to be involved with wizards. Isn't this inconsistent?

But no matter how clear Maka was, old Victor was still pretending to be confused.

"I don't know what you are talking about," he shook his head stubbornly and said resolutely, "and please stop talking about this... I just want to leave here and go home, can't I?"

Speaking of this, the old man said quite loudly:

"It's so hard to say that you still want to keep us, father and son, here for the rest of our lives just because you know that kind of magic?"

Seeing that the old Muggle man couldn't explain anything, Maka could only wave her hand casually.

"That's not the case," he chuckled. "At most, I just don't bother to ask you any more questions and just find out what I want from your mind. And after that, you can also leave safely...

…”

Maka didn't ask any more. After all, he had a lot of other things to do these days. If the old man didn't want to talk, he might as well talk about it later. He was not in a hurry.

When he left here again, he looked back for a moment, and happened to see the look of astonishment on old Victor's face.

It seems that Victor's family may indeed have had some connection with the magic world, but at least the old man doesn't know much about magic.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have shown surprise at Maka's words of "rummaging through your brain."

Under the apologetic gaze of little Victor, Maka walked out of the temporary ward again and opened another door not far away without stopping.

This is the potion preparation room. Unlike the other large preparation room located in the basement, this one is only set up and maintained as a spare room on weekdays.

And now, this place has been borrowed by Maka as a personal preparation room.

He casually placed the patient record book in his hand on the table at the door, quickly walked to the writing table inside and sat down, then took out a thick notebook from his waist.

Under the illumination of the newly lit magic light, Maka flipped through the notes, and then devoted herself to the soul rules project she was currently researching.

No matter how busy these two days are, he will never completely abandon the research at hand.

After all, all the messy things in front of us can be said to be caused by Haierbo. Tracing back to the source, if we want to completely solve these troubles, we must start with Haierbo.

Not to mention, who knows what trouble that guy will cause next - you know, this guy ran away with a new body!

About an hour later, Maka finally raised her head from her research homework, frowned and rubbed her swollen temples.

After taking out a bottle of magic potion and taking a big sip, he blinked and breathed a sigh of relief.

"There are still a few days...well, only three days at most!"

After closing the notebook on the table, Maka immediately took out a thicker one from her waist, and flipped through a small half of the pages that were filled with his writing.

"With this situation, I don't expect to be able to rest... let's do it in three days!"

For Maka, at least one benefit of being a wizard is that you don’t have to worry about your fatigue slowing down your work efficiency. No matter how confused your brain becomes, a bottle of improvement potion will immediately restore you to a pretty good state.

in status.

Therefore, no matter how full the schedule is during a certain period of time, it will often not affect the final effect.

Of course, there are always advantages and disadvantages. Even he needs to clean up the drug deposits afterwards to avoid certain negative effects caused by overdose.

She also closed the notebook. When Maka put it away, she habitually glanced at the cover.

This notebook called "The Book of Sin" seems to have been accompanying him for many days.

…

More than ten minutes later, in St. James Park.

After people from the International Federation of Wizards arrive in London, apart from performing tasks, they usually set up tents here to rest or deal with other matters.

Just like President Ajinbad, he has always been here giving orders and assigning work to everyone.

Paired with his robe covered in dust and mud, those who didn't know better might have thought he was a contractor on a construction site!

However, whenever he needs to go to Buckingham Palace, which is just opposite the park, he will immediately put on a brand new robe. Although the clothes underneath still look a little dirty, at least they are still very polished on the surface, right?

At this moment, he looked like he was hiding something from his ears.

"McLean...oh, I've been waiting for you here for a while! Come on, come with me, they have been waiting much longer than me..."

Seeing Maka appear from the lake in front, Ajinbad immediately ran over, grabbed Maka and walked towards the park gate.

Everything here has been cast under a Muggle-repelling spell, including the surrounding streets.

Therefore, although all Muggles have been transported back to the city, and their lives have even begun to return to normal, there are still only wizards in this place.

"No, there's no need to pull, I can just walk by myself!"

After being dragged by Ajinbad for a few steps, Maka quickly pulled back her arm - it was too uncomfortable to walk like this.

After that, he continued to explain:

"Mr. Akinbad, you also know that St. Mungo's is not much easier than a Muggle temporary refuge. After all, before the army intervenes, the only ones who can contain some of the enemies are wizards... This time

The number of injured and injured is really high!”

Generally speaking, if Muggles are targeted by those monsters, they will basically die on the spot. Therefore, it is true that there are more injured people than wizards.

But when it comes to the dead, then...

"Sigh... I know this too," Ajinbad couldn't help but slow down his hurried steps after hearing what Maka said. "I believe the Muggle Queen also understands that this time, neither side will

It’s easy!”

That's right, the Queen of England specially invited Maka to be her guest in the afternoon today, saying she wanted to have afternoon tea and chat casually, but the specific reason is actually self-explanatory.

"Mr. Akinbad," Maca asked casually when they arrived in front of Buckingham Palace, "what do you think the royal family has planned?"

The Federation has always been in contact with the British royal family. Otherwise, Maca would not have thought of letting Ajinbad be responsible for controlling the Queen's side.

Of course, the lateness of the Federation in the end also made this relationship useless. (To be continued)