harry potter book of crimes

In the entire room, the concentration of magic power has reached an unprecedented height.

It has been more than ten hours since Maka started to lift the curse for Willy early this morning. During this period, except for a pause when dealing with Haierbo who invaded St. Mungo's, he has been silently working at other times.

Separate and extract the cursed substance from Willie's bloodline bit by bit.

At the same time, he also needs to use soul runes to resist the power of the curse on Willie.

Perhaps because of this, he was constantly mobilizing his magic power every minute and every second, so that even the escaped magic power slowly accumulated in Willy's bedroom.

To be honest, even with the staff that can save the use of magic power, Maka still feels quite tired.

Fortunately, however, the cursed substance accumulated in the potion bottle placed on the ground became more and more. Judging from the weight inside, this first stage must have finally come to an end.

During this period of time, nothing unexpected happened at St. Mungo's, and Haierbo had not been able to escape from the "trap" yet.

Things are developing in a good direction.

Willie was still lying on her side on the bed, sleeping quietly with her arms on her head, her breathing soft and long.

But Maka knew that she didn't actually sleep - after all, she slept too quietly, and basically didn't even move much.

Without paying too much attention to Willy who was asleep, Maka continued to pull out the red light spots repeatedly while thinking about the blood curse of the Blois family again.

As far as the power of the curse that Maka is currently feeling personally, he has begun to be more or less convinced that the essence of this curse definitely comes from one of the soul rules.

And just like the Monument of Bewitchment, the Mirror of Devouring, the Dagger of Pain... and even the Sword of Gryffindor in the Sorting Hat, the power of this curse can also cause terrible disasters.

However, the "source of disaster" in Weili's body is obviously very different from several other things.

Thinking of this, Maka glanced at the blood-red mysterious substance in the potion bottle, making calculations in her heart.

If we exclude its special nature of carrying curses...or in other words, carrying rules, then the substance in this bottle is almost no different from blood.

However, the value of a substance that can carry complete rules goes without saying.

In fact, Maka came to Blois Castle on time despite the crisis this time. In addition to abiding by the agreement with Willy and Mr. Blois, it has to be said that the curse itself was indeed responsible.

The reason for coming is in it.

If he can not only help Willy smile again, but also gain something in dealing with Haierbo, then his trip will definitely be worthwhile.

Therefore, Maka also has some expectations in her heart at this moment.

So, after who knew how much time passed, Maka gently put the last particle of light into the potion bottle, and then she couldn't help but feel relaxed.

After a whole day, and having to go through a long-distance confrontation with Haierbo, this first stage was finally over.

He picked up the potion bottle on the ground, put the cork on the bottle and cast the spell immediately, and then he brought the bottle to his eyes and took a closer look.

The sticky red liquid is exactly the same as blood.

"Is this... a curse?"

Suddenly, Willie climbed out of bed and walked to Maka's side. While she asked softly, her clear eyes stared straight at the potion bottle in Maka's hand, seemingly curious.

But judging from her expressionless expression, it was clear that removing these substances from her body had not been able to free her from the mutual influence of the curse and the seal.

"No, this can only be regarded as 'part' of the curse; right!"

Maka didn't say anything more. He just put the potion bottle into the pocket on his waist, then gently pushed Willy's shoulder and drove her back to the bed.

"You should go back and lie down!" He said with a smile, "The next step is the next step. If nothing else happens, this will be the last step. Well... you may feel a little sleepy after a while, I

I think you can really have a good sleep this time."

He was naturally teasing Willy for pretending to sleep just now. Unfortunately, Willy has always been immune to this kind of thing. But he saw that she actually nodded seriously after hearing Maka's words.

"Good night then."

"Oh, of course, good night!" Maka nodded and said, "If you think you might not be comfortable with it when you wake up tomorrow, I think you can practice it in your dream first."

...

When Maka began to make final preparations for the subsequent stages, everyone in St. Mungo's seemed... to feel a little idle.

In fact, until it was getting late, many patients put out the lights with a little uneasiness in their hearts. Everyone was very tired after the day's torment.

As a result, the R.A. members no longer had to come and go to take care of patients. Except for those who were responsible for the first patrol, the rest gathered in the hall to prepare for rest.

Due to the temporary isolation of St. Mungo's from the outside world, the sumptuous meals that had been praised by Old Victor were no longer available. What everyone ate tonight was just some very ordinary dry food reserves.

But at present, everyone's life safety is not fully guaranteed, so no one cares about the quality of the food - even if it is okay to put a big table in the hall at this time, not many people will be happy about it.

Inspire.

If nothing else, just by looking at the way the pairs in the hall occasionally look at each other and occasionally look away carelessly, you can roughly feel the stagnant atmosphere here.

"Harry and Neville are over there, chatting away for half an hour, right? What do you think they are talking about so enthusiastically?"

Ron leaned against a wall pillar in the hall, tilted his head and glanced at the door boredly. Although he was indeed a little curious about the conversation between Harry and Neville, he was too lazy to go around so many floors to listen to the song.

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On the other side of the wall pillar where he was leaning, Ginny subconsciously shook her head after hearing this.

Of course she also cares about Harry. In the past two days - especially today, Harry has often shown a slightly strange side. Although she can feel that it is not from Haierbo's influence, it is difficult to let go.

Come.

"I don't know," Ginny shook her head, regardless of the fact that Ron, who was sitting on the other side of the wall pillar, couldn't see her movements. "It's just... I think Harry must be working hard! He doesn't look like that."

You are lazy and useless."

"Hey, did you say that about my brother?"

Ron immediately rolled his eyes, the wand in his hand dangled between his fingers, and then fell to the ground with a "clack".

"But you're right... Let's not talk about laziness or laziness, at least I'm really 'useless';."

"Ron!"

When Ginny on the other side heard this, she suddenly leaned on the floor and looked at Ron. Then she raised her hand and slapped her brother on the head.

"Ouch! What are you doing!" Ron said helplessly, covering his head.

"What?" Ginny rolled her eyes at him, "Aren't you a Weasley child...Didn't Dad often say, 'We can't just do it because we can't do anything'? I just said it, didn't I?

Do you really think it’s useless?"

"Then you can tell me how I can be useful?" Ron picked up the wand from the ground and patted the scattered dust on it.

Ginny thought about it for a while, and finally said in an uncertain tone:

"Um...know Maka?"

"Oh, my sister!" Ron raised his hand, patted her shoulder weakly and said, "I know you want to urge me, and maybe you want to give me some encouragement... But, are you sure this is

An encouragement and comfort?"

"It's not because you are really useless."

Ginny glared at him again, then shrank her head and returned to the wall pillar.

Ron also leaned back to his original position, scratched his scalp vigorously, and sighed quietly.

"Birds flock."

He waved the wand in his hand gently in front of his face, and several birds flew out from the tip of his wand, chirping and flying in the hall.

He tilted his body and raised his head, controlling the birds to circle back and forth for a few weeks, and then called them back to his bent knees.

This spell is not difficult, but it is not very easy either - it requires a certain degree of transfiguration skills to cast.

After practicing in recent years, Ron's strength has actually become very good. He can cast many spells that only adult wizards can cast, and there are even some spells that are as effective as Aurors.

If so many messy things hadn't happened and he was just in the peaceful and stable magical world of the past, he would have been able to graduate from Hogwarts with excellent grades.

However, at his current level, it seems that there is still a long way to go.

What exactly is the standard of measurement? (To be continued)