harry potter book of crimes

In Taotao Department Store, the man had already stood up.

He didn't move, didn't even open his eyes. But one step ahead of him, a hazy shadow appeared silently.

It was like a shadow, an upright, gray-black shadow with an outline and image. If someone has ever seen the real body of Haierbo, they would probably be able to tell that that is the most real appearance of Haierbo.

With a bald head without a trace of hair, well-proportioned and strong muscles, and a straight bridge of nose... there is no doubt that this is a typical ancient Greek man - at least he should have been like this when he was young.

That is Haierbo's soul, strong and solid, like substance.

"boom!"

Suddenly, the shadow suddenly knelt down and punched the ground heavily.

"Bang! Bang!"

Another hit, two hits, and it landed firmly on the floor in the store, with an momentum that completely broke the floor.

Finally, he didn't know how many times he hit it in total, but suddenly there was a dull cracking sound from somewhere. The shadow stood up again and slowly, and his hands calmly dropped back to his sides.

However, the floor was not damaged at all, and there didn't seem to be even a crack.

But at this moment, the figure behind the shadow suddenly moved!

He walked forward expressionlessly, passed through the shadow, and reintegrated it into his body.

Immediately, Haierbo raised his right hand, and a blazing flame condensed in his palm without warning.

"Not bad magic, yes... it's really good," he looked at the flame and said softly, "It's a pity that no matter how complex the defense is, there will always be loopholes that can be cracked... Since you

If you don’t like my first gift, then you should accept the second gift, right?"

Before he finished speaking, Haierbo decisively urged the flames to pour down from his palms, rolling and flowing towards the floor.

Perhaps those flames instinctively found an invisible entrance, but they all rushed towards the location that had been hit repeatedly, and for a while, the surrounding temperature also quickly increased.

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After a long time, Haierbo slowly grasped the source of the flame and let it go out again in the palm of his hand.

"Humph...Is it on the sixth floor? Then, McClain, prepare to pick me up..."

He didn't know what he sensed, but the next moment, he suddenly stepped on the place where the flames had penetrated.

First one foot, then the other, he began to sink gradually...from his legs to his waist and then to his chest, and finally his entire head sank into the ground and disappeared.

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St Mungo's Underground Corridor.

Because the torrent of flames was still rushing, Hermione and the others had some difficulty walking - no matter whether they opened their eyes or not, they could only see a bright flame and nothing else.

Therefore, they had to touch the wall and move forward one by one, so as not to distance themselves from each other when it was still difficult to see.

"Although this flame has no temperature at all, it still makes people feel uncomfortable walking in it...Hermione, Sirius, can't we wait at the top of the stairs for a while?"

The one who spoke was Ron, who was dragged here by Harry when Hermione and others passed by in the hall.

Of course, Neville and Professor Sinistra came down with them. One of them was considered the first witness, and the other was a professor. There was no reason not to come.

Hearing Ron's complaints, Hermione immediately said:

"Are you still going to wait for the flames to stop on their own? Don't be stupid, it will be too late by then!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly noticed that the waves of flames around her had slowed down. It seemed that...these flames that appeared out of nowhere had stopped increasing.

They did not stop because of this, and continued walking deeper along the corridor, trying to find the culprit who released this sea of ​​​​fire as soon as possible.

"Wait! Stop it all!"

This time it was Sirius who spoke.

His words were obviously not as insignificant as Ron's. As soon as they were spoken, everyone stopped moving forward.

Then, they cast doubtful glances at Sirius one after another.

Sirius did not look at everyone, but he obviously felt the gazes of others, so he immediately lifted the bar and gestured to the ceiling.

"If you get too close, stand back and prepare for a fight!"

Following Sirius and looking upward, everyone soon discovered that there was actually a pair of feet sinking silently in the shadow of the ceiling.

To be honest, if Sirius, who was experienced and careful in observing, had not reminded her, even Hermione's keenness would not have noticed that there was an extra pair of feet on top of her head.

When they saw that someone was clearly coming down, everyone present, including Sirius, all moved back some distance.

Hermione was standing relatively close to the front, and next to her was Harry. At this moment, Hermione subconsciously glanced at Harry, wanting to see what his expression was now.

But she didn't expect that Harry happened to turn his face at this moment, causing the two of them to look at each other.

"Hermione... tell me, is it possible that it's Herbo?"

"...Uh, I don't know."

Compared to Hermione's cautious answer, Harry was much more natural. When he heard Hermione say "I don't know", he had already put his hand on the brim of his hat, and with his right hand he drew out his wand neatly and decisively.

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Apparently, this has become his most effective preparatory move when facing a battle.

Seeing that there was nothing unusual about Harry, Hermione didn't dare to relax easily. However, she still took out her wand and focused her attention on the ceiling for the time being - at this time, the figure above had sunk down to around her waist!

To be honest, it is undoubtedly an excellent choice to attack the opponent before they fully appear. But almost everyone is hesitating and waiting without saying a word. Everyone holds their hands firmly.

Your own magic wand.

Is that Herbo? Yes, or no?

All kinds of rumors and realities have caused tremendous pressure on everyone, and made the muscles and joints all over the body seem to be stagnant.

"Wow——"

The brilliance of three curses passed through the air one after another, and suddenly shot in the direction of the legs. The three people who did it were Sirius, Harry and Neville.

And closely followed by Hermione, her spell became the fourth light that illuminated the shadow.

However, four consecutive curses penetrated through the half-drawn figure, and finally hit the ceiling, splashing large amounts of light particles and dust debris.

The figure was still sinking, seemingly unaffected.

"Back off! Back off again! No...get out of here! Organize everyone to go to the sixth floor!"

Sirius started to chase people away.

There is no way, the magic spell they cast seems to be unable to hit anyone at all, so how can they hit it?

Unfortunately, no matter how fast he shouted, it still seemed a little late. Before he even finished speaking, everyone saw the figure suddenly completely detached from the ceiling and "squeezed" down from above.

"...Let's all go... Let's all go! I'm staying!" Harry took off the sorting hat, stared at the figure floating down the corridor, gritted his teeth and said, "This time,

You can't put out a fire with a sword, right?"

When Hermione and the others saw this, they knew that if they stayed, something bad might happen. Everyone shouted "Harry, be careful", and then they dragged Ginny who refused to leave and turned around and ran away.

Not for anything else, just because they had all seen the visitor's eyes that seemed to hide endless cruelty.

Those eyes slowly opened.

That's Haierbo! It's definitely Haierbo himself! It can't be wrong.

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"Um?"

Halbo, who had just arrived in the St. Mungo's underground corridor, first glanced at the boy in front of him, then looked past Harry and behind him.

It can be seen that there are still many roiling flames in this corridor, at least at knee height, licking everything around them.

However, no matter how hot those flames are, the group of wizards, big and small, can move freely in the flames.

This point made Halberdang frown.

Of course, although this is a little confusing to him, it is not surprising - there are many ways to avoid being burned by flames, and even the flames he cast are by no means irresistible.

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What's more, when you think that Maka seems to have appeared in this hospital, many things will not seem so strange.

At least Haierbo knew that these flames would probably not cause too many problems for the young man.

"What, you...are you going to stop me alone?"

Returning his gaze to Harry, Halbo asked calmly.

Although there was some cruelty hidden in his eyes, his tone was still calm and gentle.

In fact, even the cruelty in his eyes was just because he had become a little impatient after repeatedly trying to enter here.

However, Harry across from him didn't respond a word. He just put his right hand in the hood of the Sorting Hat and stood motionless.

Harry gently slid his fingertips over the hard object in his hood, and the cold touch seeped into his heart through his fingers, making his heart seem to beat even more intensely.

Suddenly, his fingers trembled, slightly leaving the hilt of the sword, and then the whole palm of his hand was silently clenched around it.

He knew that since he could not retain consciousness for a long time, it was best to accurately control the time of holding the sword. After all, during this period, everyone probably would not be able to evacuate from St. Mungo's.

At this moment, all the previous worries were gone in his mind, and only a dull thought remained in his mind.

Harry Potter - Hold on! (To be continued)