harry potter book of crimes

When little Cathy saw that familiar figure in the waiting hall of St. Mungo's, she was really shocked.

Didn't Mr. McLean decide to leave St. Mungo's and continue searching for Herbo's location because all the injured patients could no longer be treated by him?

This was even just a few days ago, why is it back now?

And...what a coincidence, it happens to be today!

"...Actually, I'm a prophet."

The mysterious windbreaker wizard who suddenly appeared in the cemetery suddenly flashed through little Cathy's mind again. And then, there was a feeling that her future was being seen through by the other party, which made little Cathy tremble all over.

A layer of goosebumps.

Obviously, sometimes being too smart is not necessarily a good thing - now little Cathy feels that it would be better if she could be as ignorant as other people her age.

"Mr. MacLean—"

She only hesitated for a moment because of the inexplicable fear in her heart, and found that Maka had disappeared in the direction of the side door of the hall, so that her half-shouted words ended abruptly.

Immediately afterwards, little Cathy felt a little lucky. Fortunately, she didn't have time to call Mr. MacLean, otherwise, she was really worried that the other person would tell her what she had heard from someone.

Come.

Because if that were the case, she really didn't know how she should face it.

"Miss Pierce, what's wrong?"

Seeing that Little Cathy had stopped for some reason, Bernser asked her a little doubtfully. Then, he followed Little Cathy's gaze and looked over, but he didn't find anything that could attract her.

This little girl thing.

"That one just now was..." Little Cathy heard this and spoke subconsciously, but soon she shook her head and changed her words, "No, it's okay... I was just looking at that portrait."

"Oh, you mean Ms. Delise Derwent?" Dean Bernthal smiled and said, "Her smile can make people feel warm, right? She was the best in the history of St. Mungo's

One of the healers who later became the Headmaster of Hogwarts and a great wizard..."

While he was telling little Cathy the story of Ms. Derwent, he led her to the stairs. After a while, the two of them went upstairs.

And just as little Cathy followed him up the stairs and was about to reach the second floor, she couldn't help but glance at the other side of the hall.

Why did Maca come here today? Will she really ask herself if she wants to go to France later?

These two questions have become a thorn in little Cathy's heart. The feeling of pain when touched really makes her feel uncomfortable whether to pull it out or not.

...

"Mr. MacLean, this spare potion preparation room is still at your disposal - Mr. Smethek said that he will explain it to you when the dean returns later."

"Oh, thank you very much...if I hadn't been unable to leave right now, I would have gone and thanked him right now."

It was still the potion preparation room located at the back of the hall. Maka let the old lady float gently to the hospital bed and lay down on her back, while nodding towards the trainee therapist Pai who accompanied him.

"Of course, thank you for helping me prepare this bed." He said.

Facing this young wizard who was several years younger than himself, Pai did not dare to neglect him at all.

Yes, even though he had met Maka many times before, he still seemed quite reserved until now. Because he knew very well that, let alone fighting against Haierbo, he was far behind in the treatment he was best at.

Not as good as this young Mr. MacLean.

Not long ago, there were so many difficult patients with wounded souls, but Mr. MacLean was the only one in St. Mungo's who had the ability to treat them!

"No, no, you're welcome. This is what I should do -" Pai Yi nodded repeatedly, "Then... then you go ahead and I won't disturb you!"

Seeing the other party leave the preparation room respectfully, although Maka was quite dumbfounded by this attitude, she didn't have the time to correct it like before.

This was not only because he knew he couldn't correct it, but also because he had more important things to do at the moment.

But when he turned around and waved his hand towards the hospital bed, the translucent soul rune flashed again, and the old Muggle woman's soul was pulled out of her body by him again.

And it can be seen that in the middle of the half-empty and half-real soul, the strange gray-black mass is still trying to shrink itself.

But since Maka had already imposed constraints on it with the help of soul rules before coming here, now it can only repeatedly stalemate in continuous contraction and expansion, and cannot truly reintegrate into the soul.

"Come out!"

The next moment, I saw that Maka had pulled up the white sheets that were stacked aside on the spot, took out the pen and ink, leaned down, and started sketching carefully on the spot.

Perhaps it was because he had already constructed this array diagram before, but this time he moved very quickly. It only took him more than ten minutes to draw all but a few lines and symbols on the bed sheet, which were not considered complicated.

Then, he directly covered the old lady's body with the sheets, and reached out his hand to send out a steady flow of magic power.

Suddenly, with a burst of faint blue light floating from the bed sheet, the magic symbols slowly lifted the strange gray-black substance out of the old man's soul.

And since this array can do this, it indirectly confirms one of Maka's conjectures.

"Sure enough, is it related to the dark magical creatures that were ravaging London?" He stared at the thing silently and thought to himself, "Or, in other words, this is actually Haierbo's prediction that those monsters will be eliminated.

So I deliberately left another backup plan behind."

In fact, since Maka used the rune pattern to prove the source of the strange substance, this was no longer just a "guess" on his part.

It can be said that this is undoubtedly the back-up plan set up by Haierbo, and it cannot be wrong!

At that time, Maka was fighting fires all over the city of London, destroying all the monsters. But that was actually not only the end of one disaster, but also the beginning of the next one.

After thinking for a moment, he took out a medicine bottle and placed it in the center of the rune array on the sheet.

Immediately afterwards, he took out his staff and pointed decisively at the potion bottle.

"Go in."

Before he finished speaking, the array pattern on the bed sheet suddenly began to squirm.

I saw a large number of magic words and lines wrapped around the mass of matter, rushing towards the body of the potion bottle, and soon completely trapped it in the bottle.

After the faint blue light disappeared due to the loss of Maka's magic support, Maka reached out to pick up the bottle and put it into the bag on her waist.

"Let's wait until all the specific research is done before we talk about it!"

With this thought in mind, he simply turned around and left the slightly gloomy potion preparation room without even lifting the sheet with the array pattern on it.

...

"Tuk-tuk-tuk."

As soon as she heard a knock at the door, little Cathy's heart skipped a beat.

When the dean, Mr. Bernser, who was sitting behind his desk, heard the sound, he habitually turned his head to look at the schedule on the desk, and then said loudly:

"Please come in."

There should be no appointments at this moment, and the therapists’ reports will not start until after lunch. So, who will be knocking on the door now?

"Crack——"

The door handle was unscrewed from the outside, and the person who came in immediately was the chief therapist of the Biological Injury Department on the second floor, Hibbert Smethyk.

"Dean, I hope I didn't disturb your work!"

Smesek's tone was still so brisk, and even though he was as busy as a house elf being exploited by his master not long ago, his good mood never left him.

"Oh, no," Bernthal said with a smile, "Look! Miss Pierce is going to be a volunteer at our St. Mungo's for a period of time, and I am discussing with her what to do!"

"Really?" Smethyk couldn't help but said enthusiastically after hearing this, "That sounds good - of course, I don't recommend that you come to our department. Whether it's a burn, laceration, or stab wound, look at it.

It looks terrible."

Although little Cathy sitting aside seemed to be listening attentively, her mind was elsewhere now. She didn't even pay much attention when Bernser was talking to her just now, let alone now.

"I think the scariest thing is the Department of Strange Bacterial Infections," Bernthal shrugged, and then asked, "By the way, you came to see me now, what's the matter?"

Seeing the dean mention this, Smesek clapped his hands in surprise.

"Ah! Yes, I have to tell you something," he said. "Mr. MacLean came over again. He said he wanted to borrow a place to examine an old Muggle man - you know, Dean,

Since you happened to be away, I took the initiative and let him use the spare potion preparation room."

Maka's name finally brought the slightly absent-minded little Cathy back to her senses.

It seemed that she was indeed right when she was in the hall - that very familiar figure from behind was Mr. Maclean's.

"Mr. MacLean...is here?" she said subconsciously.

Smethyk nodded to her immediately.

"Oh, I remember Miss Pierce got along very well with him when she was in the hospital, right?" He thought for a moment, "Do you want to see him? Well, I mean, after he's done with his work?"

"No!"

Little Cathy hurriedly refused, but then quickly realized that her tone was inappropriate, so she quickly added:

"Well, what I mean is... Mr. MacLean must be busy with something very important, so I won't waste his precious time."

"That's true," Smethyk said. "From what Pye said, he did seem to be in a hurry before. Alas, at his age, he should have been happily studying with his classmates at Hogwarts.

Woolen cloth..."

As he was speaking, he suddenly said:

"Speaking of which...Miss Pierce, are you almost old enough to go to Hogwarts?" (To be continued)