harry potter book of crimes

Time is passing quietly and unconsciously.

Speaking of which, although some unknown accidents seemed to have happened on the streets of London before, nothing unusual happened afterward.

The mysterious wizard in the windbreaker seemed to have disappeared silently without anyone knowing, just as he had come.

And as this Christmas holiday gradually comes to an end, the impact of the London disaster seems to be fading day by day, even in the hearts of the wizarding people living in the British wizarding world.

Under Maca's treatment, a large number of the injured patients at St. Mungory have been discharged from the hospital one after another. Even Kingsley returned to the Ministry of Magic the day before yesterday and returned to work.

Seeing that many beds were slowly becoming vacant in the hospital wards, Maka knew that her role as a free "special therapist" was finally coming to an end.

"Harry, Ron, you can almost go back to the Burrow."

As evening approached, Maka did regular checks on the remaining patients as usual. When he saw Harry and Harry packing the trolleys skillfully and preparing to go back downstairs, he finally announced their plans.

So much for "punishment".

But just when they wanted to cheer for this, Maka smiled slightly and said subtly:

"There are still a few days left. I think it's enough for you to finish your homework - but don't think of excuses not to write it! Especially Professor Binns's paper on the history of magic, finish it well!"

"Oh! Maka, are you a devil?" Ron said with a bitter face, "Can't you just let me be happy for a little longer!"

"Okay," Maka patted him on the shoulder and reminded her kindly, "Let's go! I'll take you to the door... If you want to have a hearty meal at night, go back now! Your mother doesn't know that you

I’m going home today, and if I’m late, I’ll have whatever is available for dinner.”

"Ah! We have to go faster -" Ron slapped his thigh immediately, "Harry, let's go faster!"

After putting the cart back in the warehouse, Maka accompanied the two of them through the front door glass and came to the street outside.

The weather has been quite good in recent days. Just like today, even London, where wind and rain are the norm, is covered with the golden color of the sunset. Looking at the streets reflecting the brilliance, I have been busy in St. Mungory all day long.

Both Harry and Ron couldn't help but let out a deep sigh of relief.

To be honest, although they have deeply understood many principles of life in the process of taking care of patients these days, even though they have gained a lot, they will inevitably be infected by all kinds of pain and gloom.

Now that they had taken a step out of the environment filled with life and death, and were bathed in the sunshine again, they couldn't help but feel relieved.

"If you have any insights, let's think about it later in the evening!"

Maka took a glance and saw through what they were thinking. But just when he was about to urge them to leave, a fluttering sound of wings suddenly sounded from above his head, and then an owl landed on his shoulder.

superior.

"Gu Gu."

He smoothly took the envelope held by the owl in his hand.

"Who wrote you a letter?" Harry asked subconsciously.

"Don't worry about it," Maka took out the letter, unfolded it and glanced at it casually, and said while reading, "It's Mundungus. He just asked me to go to the bar to sit down at night."

"Mundungus?" Ron said, "Isn't he in charge of intelligence? Did something happen again?"

It can be seen from the reactions of the two of them that everyone is now a little sensitive to some small movements, including Hermione and others who went home before them.

Maka shook her head and said:

"Even if something does happen, it's just a small thing - maybe bigger than your dinner today, but it's not as big as the unfinished homework you two have!"

After sending Harry and Ron away, he unfolded the letter and read it again before putting it into the bag on his waist.

Yes, that letter was indeed just a bar invitation from Mundungus, and the information conveyed in such an unhurried way was naturally not very important.

only...

Turning his head slightly, Makafu glanced at today's gorgeous sunset again. Muggles were walking in and out of the street in golden clothes, and traffic was criss-crossing on the road - now this perfectly normal street scene can look like it used to.

Reappearance, it must be said that he also has a share of credit.

Thinking about it this way, no matter how small the abnormality is, it is worth paying attention to, right?

...

When night fell that night, Maka finally put down the quill in her hand after finishing her work.

He was seen carefully picking up the potion bottle on the table and putting it away to his waist even more cautiously. The bottle contained the source of disaster that he had extracted from Willy's body.

In fact, since Helbo left St. Mungo's, he began researching this special item.

Compared with other "sins" similar to it, it is indeed very special - this is the first time Maka knows that the power of rules itself can actually remain in the body in this form and be passed down through the bloodline from generation to generation.

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So the more he studied, the more he couldn't help but want to find out one thing, that is, whether the power of other rules could also be stored in the wizard's body.

It's a pity that he had some idea of ​​the rule runes in it earlier, but he still couldn't do anything about the blood-like red liquid substance.

As long as he cannot place the power of rules elsewhere, he will not be able to analyze the mystery of the substance itself.

Of course, today's research has come to an end for now, so he won't think about it for the time being.

When doing research, you can never be in a hurry.

After clearing the table somewhat, Maka left St. Mungo's and quickly went upstairs to the Pig's Head pub in Hogsmeade village through the portkey.

And when he walked down the stairs to the first floor, he immediately saw Aberforth wiping wine glasses behind the bar.

As for Mundungus... it seems that Maka got there first.

"Hey, a bottle of butterbeer."

"Um?"

Aberforth's hand wiping the wine glass paused for a moment.

"Why, are you free?"

"Absolutely!" Maka sat down in front of the bar and said while looking at the drinkers in the bar, "I'm here to see Dunge, I'll charge this bottle to his account... St. Mungo's is pretty much the same these days.

You don't need me anymore, obviously everyone is in great shape like you."

"Hmph," Aberforth curled his lips, and the big white beard on his chest trembled a little, "If you look at it, there must be a lot of people dead...Here, butterbeer! Here you go!

Yes, Mundungus is not allowed to keep accounts here. If you want to drink now, you have to pay for it yourself."

"Then just pick someone and write it down! As long as it's someone I know -" Maka sighed, "I just received a treatment fee from a mother and daughter, and I don't want to touch it again today."

Money."

Hearing this, Aberforth couldn't help but glance at him lightly.

"Got a story?"

Maka leaned against the bar, chuckled and shrugged.

"There is a story," he nodded slightly, "but let's save it for the future..."

Being accustomed to Dumbledore's younger brother's personality and habits, he could hear the other person's good intentions. He knew that Aberforth wanted him to say it out, and if there was one more person to share it with, it would naturally be better than leaving it all alone.

I feel much better.

To be honest, Maka was very grateful that Aberforth was willing to listen, but he still felt that it was obviously not a story that could be talked about over a drink in a bar.

At least, that is until things finally come to an end.

"It's up to you," Aberforth didn't seem to care, but then he added, "Then this bottle of butterbeer will be charged to Severus' account."

After Maka heard this, she was stunned for a moment, and then nodded towards him.

"Thanks."

Snape had been discovered by Aberforth when he eavesdropped on Trelawney's prophecy in his early years, and was placed on a permanent blacklist that was not allowed to enter.

Now Aberforth said that the butterbeer was charged to Snape's account, which was obviously an excuse to treat him.

Just when Maka, who happened to know what happened, felt warm in his heart, he and Aberforth suddenly raised their heads at the same time and looked towards the door.

"he came."

This sentence was said by Aberforth.

Of course, Maka could know that the wizard who came in from the door was Mundungus. Even though the guy's disguise was always clever, it was impossible to hide it from his magic perception.

But what makes Maka often curious is where did Aberforth identify it?

He waved casually over there and put aside this irrelevant question.

"A glass of firewhiskey."

Mundungus, who dressed up like a weird priest, sat down not far from Maca. After ordering a drink and placing the coins directly on the bar, he turned around.

"Oh, long time no see!" he said in a low voice, "To say that the British wizarding world has been really scary recently, those of us at the bottom have been hiding in nooks and crannies all day long, and only recently have we barely dared to show our heads - St. Mungo's

How's it going over there?"

"Is it you or me who is running information?" Maka said with blank eyes and aloofness.

With Mundungus' sharp eyesight, he knew as soon as he heard Maka's tone that he was probably not in a good mood, so he immediately said with a smile:

"Hey! There's nothing we can do about it. You're guarding St. Mungo's now, and we brothers can't get in at all... That's what I'm saying, don't worry about it."

"Come on!" Maka shook her head and said, "You can't get in, but aren't the patients coming out? If you want to say something nice, just be careful - or to be serious, you asked me to come this time.

Is there any new gossip?"

If this guy was accurate, he wouldn't have told him face to face in the bar. He would have written a cipher text and sent it to Lupine. In a situation like this, this guy would always find it suspicious, but on the surface

But it's not information about a big event.

"Well, actually, this time it's about a Muggle thing..." (To be continued)