harry potter book of crimes

...His name is 'Asaph', and he and Miriam are companions."

"Is this the Miriam who was taken to Hogwarts by Maka?"

"That's right."

In this temporary ward that had gone through many hardships, Kingsley, who was leaning on Sirius's shoulders to support his body, was looking at the man on the ground with a thoughtful look.

And the information about this man gradually came out from his mouth.

"Actually, there is not much information about these two people," Kingsley whispered weakly, "At least many places in their files are blank... Judging from some of Maka's hints, they seem to

It has a rather special identity, so probably only Maka himself knows about it at the moment."

"Maybe it's not that special?" Sirius thought for a moment, then said, "Look, Maka sent that Miriam to Hogwarts - let me see, now it's more of a secret than a secret.

It's better to say 'protection'; right?"

Kingsley listened to Sirius's words, then nodded slightly and said:

"It's also possible... things have changed too frequently recently. Maybe things that are being kept secret today will need to be made public tomorrow..."

Just as Sirius mentioned to him before, "Does the existence of Haierbo need to be announced to the public?", the situation will always change based on changes in the status quo.

To be honest, Kingsley, the head of the Auror Office, also feels a lot of pressure on the current wizarding world.

"Anyway——"

He temporarily put aside other thoughts in his mind and corrected the slightly deviated topic.

"St. Mungo's has been temporarily closed now. Even if we know that this is Miss Miriam's companion, we can't invite her over immediately. All we can do now is to hold on to this place and try our best to

Protect more injured people."

As he spoke, Kingsley glanced over his shoulder subconsciously, and then couldn't help but shake his head.

"Well, what's the point of talking about 'we' now?..." he said with a hint of helplessness, "Sirius, Miss Sinistra, Miss Granger - I'll leave it to you here."

"You don't have to be like this," Sirius smiled and said, "Also, it's not just us - the students at Hogwarts in recent years have become much better than in the past! Everyone is working hard!"

"yes!"

Not far away, Hermione, who was still lowering her head and writing something, also echoed.

...

However, when it comes to working hard, there is one person who seems to be teetering on the edge of the wrong direction.

At this moment, in the underground corridor of St. Mungo's, two boys were standing face to face. One of them had a puzzled face, as if he was still a little confused as to why the other had brought him here, while the other had a look on his face.

It's more of a hesitation.

"Harry, what happened? If there is anything you need my help with, just ask..."

Obviously, it was Harry who was the one who hesitated repeatedly even though he was the one who called people down. And the one who was called down by him was undoubtedly Neville.

"Harry," Neville saw that he didn't speak, so he had to continue, "you know - I used to be very introverted, and I was often bullied and laughed at by the Slytherins. But because of you, I can

I feel the warmth of friends in my life at Hogwarts..."

"You, Maka, Hermione, Ron... there are many, many people who are good to me. I remember every one of them! It can be said that without you, I would be even more cowardly than usual. If that were the case,

If it were, I probably wouldn't have the chance to become what I am now."

"So, if you have any difficulties and need me, please tell me! Just because you are my forever friend!"

Yes, Neville has really changed. At least Harry has never seen him look so reliable. If it had been in the past, Harry would never have believed that a person could have such a huge change.

But it was precisely because of the other party's heartfelt words of "friend" that Harry felt even heavier.

He brought Neville to the corridor of the underground warehouse, naturally to let Neville try the Sword of Gryffindor. As long as he seals this place up, Neville will surely not cause any terrible consequences even if he loses control.

Accident.

However, when Harry brought Neville to the corridor, he became worried again.

This was obviously a very inappropriate behavior - after all, he was just trying to pick up the sword, and he didn't even really succeed. He knew too little about the sword.

Even Maka once said that if you want to practice, you must be alone, and it must be done in the Room of Requirement. It is extremely irresponsible for him to want to let Neville try it when he is hot-headed.

"...Well, we are friends forever."

Harry rubbed the brim of the Sorting Hat in his right hand, responded softly, and then said:

"Neville, I... did encounter a problem. As you know, I am practicing how to use the sword of Gryffindor..."

"Ah, yes." Neville nodded and said, "Have you encountered a bottleneck? Just like when you are practicing the Patronus Charm, you can't summon the Patronus no matter how you wave your wand?"

This is the biggest bottleneck that Neville has ever experienced personally, so when he mentioned "bottleneck", he immediately thought of his troubles of not being able to find the right path after practicing continuously over the past few years.

But in Harry's ears, the word "Patronus" was a big wound for him now. When this sentence came out of Neville's mouth, it obviously stimulated him even more.

After taking a breath, Harry leaned against the wall of the corridor again and continued:

"Yes, the bottleneck... In fact, compared to the beginning, I can hold the hilt of the sword tightly to maintain my consciousness for a much longer time. But I found that the longer I can maintain it, the less I dare to

Pick it up again..."

"Do you know? The first time the accident happened, I almost killed Luna...The second time, I stabbed Hermione with the sword without hesitation! And all this happened only to me.

You know nothing about it."

"I know I'm afraid. I'm worried that one day when I have to pick it up, my blade will fall on every friend!"

"But...even so, I want to pick up this sword like Gryffindor and fight to protect it. I don't want to hide behind others anymore, that's not who I am at all..."

"...Harry." Neville blinked, and after a while he said seriously, "So, since you asked me to come here, it means that I must be of some use, right? What do you want me to do?

Say it!"

"That's right..."

Although Harry had never considered doing anything other than letting Neville test the sword at first, but now, another idea came to his mind.

"Neville, tell me - how did you summon a lion patronus?"

Upon hearing this, Neville hesitated and said:

"Do you also want to summon the Lion Guardian... Although I want to help you, I don't understand such profound magic principles! Maybe Maka can do it, but I really can't do it...

"

All R.A. members, including Neville, also studied according to the analysis materials given by Maca.

If there is any difference in the learning process between Neville and Harry, in fact, Harry, who has been taught by Maka himself, has more experience in casting spells.

Of course, Harry knew this very well.

"No, I...to tell you the truth, I did think about summoning a lion as a patron saint," he said frankly, "but we all know that it is difficult to change the image of a patron saint by one's own will.

."

"So, I don't want you to tell me if there is any trick to summoning a lion...I want to know, what are you thinking about when you summon the patron saint? I...I need more

Courage and confidence!"

"Oh, this! No problem, I can tell you everything I know. But you have to wait a moment and let me think about how I felt at that time... At that time, everything was very confusing..."

Neville seemed a little tired from standing, so he followed Harry and leaned against the wall. He frowned and began to recall the crisis-ridden scene at that time.

And then, when one of them was telling the story and the other was listening, they were so focused that they didn't notice an inaudible movement that suddenly sounded deep in the corridor.

The sound... was like something cracking.

...

Like the big guys in St. Mungo's, Macca, who is still at Blois Castle, is also working tirelessly.

Mechanized work always causes a lot of fatigue, not only physically, but also mentally. Even with his strong will, he repeated a nearly identical action thousands of times without stopping.

After doing it again, it was difficult for him to concentrate as much as he did at the beginning.

Maka's breathing seemed to gradually become a little heavier.

But fortunately, he has been doing boring research of this kind over the years. Although there is no time like this that needs to last more than ten hours without interruption, he feels that he can still hold on if he has to endure it.

And more importantly, although repetitive tasks are extremely monotonous, the speed will gradually increase accordingly after getting used to it.

Judging based on the current progress, he feels that the end time of this first phase may be earlier than originally estimated.

But at a certain moment, he felt a sudden heat somewhere on his arm, causing him to immediately stop what he was doing.

When he rolled up his sleeves and looked at his forearm again, a strange and weird pattern appeared in the middle of the blue symbol circle.

"Have you finally gone in? In that case, then..."

Just when Maka raised his hand as if he wanted to do something, he raised his eyebrows slightly and suddenly paused. (To be continued)