"... I thought you were a wizard who really understood the charm of black magic... I thought you were a strong follower closest to the master... But now I understand that you are just another hypocritical fool under Dumbledore!"

"I'm not afraid of your soul magic! Come on! If you can't kill me today, I'll show you what the real black magic is!"

Little buddy Crouch's thinking has been completely eroded by the dark forces, but it is not only Voldemort's evil thoughts that affect and corrupt him, but also the negative inducement brought to him by various dark magic.

Looking at the desperate and completely crazy little buddy crouch, Maka gently shook her head.

In fact, Maka's words are already obvious.

He doesn't want little buddy's life at all, because it doesn't have much value for him now, but who knows, little buddy's stubborn temper doesn't even want to compromise and survive,

"In that case, you still..."

Before Maka finished speaking, she saw that little buddy suddenly burst up and stabbed him with a strange dagger in his hand.

"Hahaha... Come on! Kill me! Kill me!"

Looking at that posture, it seemed that she had to fight back before she died. Maka couldn't even say the second half of the sentence, so she read the mantra like a conditioned reflex.

"... awada claimed his life."

The seeping green light lit up silently in the bushes of the forbidden forest, and then went out quietly. Little buddy stretched his neck and lay on the ground powerlessly, cutting off his breath.

But Maka found that it was a coincidence that his left hand was awkwardly resting on his neck.

Maka seemed to think about it, and then pulled little buddy's left hand. Then, a brass key tied with a black rope, which was originally hanging around his neck, was pulled out of his collar by Marca.

Old buddy stood by the tree trunk, staring at the key and gasping vigorously. His feet were like nailed to the ground. He couldn't move half a step at all.

The next moment, the surrounding forest and the son lying on the ground suddenly disappeared, and the surrounding became dark and dead. In the twinkling of an eye, he felt his body lighter and rising quietly with a hidden force.

Then, with a wave of suction coming from behind, as soon as he spun, he felt the sense of down-to-earth again.

The stone basin still glittered in the cabinet in front of him, and Marca was still standing beside him, with one hand on his shoulder, saving him from falling due to unstable center of gravity.

"... Mr. crouch... Mr. crouch?"

Still immersed in the last moment, old buddy stood in front of the stone basin absentmindedly. He only felt Maka's call from far to near, pulling his thoughts back to reality.

"Er... Thank you..." old buddy turned his head and looked at Marca holding him, still with a trace of confusion in his eyes.

Seeing that crouch stood firm, Maka stretched out her wand and stirred it in the meditation basin, then put forward the previous flocculent memory, which dissipated completely with a wave.

"... that... That key?"

Old Battie seemed as like as two peas in what he saw. He put his hand in his trousers pocket and shook out a brass key that he had just seen.

It was this brass key that little buddy used to trap his father in the magic box; It was this key that Sirius saved old buddy from the magic box at Marca's request.

When old buddy was rescued by Sirius, he was already dehydrated. If Marca didn't notice the key, old buddy who didn't rescue in time was expected to die of thirst in the box.

Even Maka can't tell whether the last move of little buddy at that time was a coincidence.

But now, the fact is no longer so important.

"... thank you... Yes, thank you..."

Old buddy's eyes moved from the key to Marca's face. He thanked him sincerely.

He may be thanking Maka for indirectly saving his life, or he may be thanking Maka for letting him see what he wants to see

Marca just nodded, then watched old buddy say goodbye to Dumbledore and moody again, and walked away with his back bent. It's as if he came here today just to have a good look at what Maka looks like. He hardly said a few words.

"Mr. Crouch has just returned from the Ministry of magic," Dumbledore said softly, looking at the re closed door of the principal's office. "He told me that he had resigned just now. Next, he plans to adopt one or two orphans and grow up with them."

"Single parent families are not easy," Marca shrugged.

The crazy eyed man glanced at him and said casually, "the crouch family is short of population, not money."

"They don't lack money, but we do!" Dumbledore quipped. "Marca, what's going on in the new stronghold? I'm afraid it's going to take more effort to renovate the old house?"

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In the early morning, two old and one young people were chatting on Marca's side, while Harry had just woke up.

The scarred boy, who wears a pair of black framed glasses from morning to night and likes to mention his trousers and belt when he is free, has suddenly kept a low profile since he almost broke through irreparable consequences in the second project.

He's sorry, really sorry!

Even if he had already obtained the understanding of the party concerned, he could never let go. He didn't know how long the depressed mood would last, maybe a month or two? A year or two?

Or a lifetime?

Maybe time will dilute all this? I'm just not ready!

I need more time

Harry lay on his back, looked at the curtain overhead, and recalled the years he had been to Hogwarts.

Whether others regard him as the savior or the plague, Harry Potter is always a popular teenager. Here, it's like everyone knows him, everyone knows what he doesn't even know about the past.

But the foundation of this popularity is based on the fear that people dare not even name - Oh, I remember Maka said, it seems to be because of what name magic?

ok In short, others will know him because of Voldemort!

The word "Voldemort" has always represented cruelty, panic and death... He has a reputation associated with such a terrible guy. If he can, he really doesn't want Harry Potter!

With a long sigh, Harry turned up. When he finished washing in a hurry, he found Ron still asleep in bed!

Harry actually noticed recently that Ron and Hermione seem to be abnormal. But he is very bored himself! I really don't have the heart to worry about them.

Is it just a quarrel? How many times is this?

Just the other day, they seemed to make up again... For nothing else, because when Harry woke up to drink water at night, he could hear Ron's snore again.

Instead of disturbing Ron's sleep, Harry turned away from the bedroom and walked out to the common room.

A new day begins again. He must prepare the third event of the top three.

The troubles in his heart can only continue to be buried deep in his heart. He has to act as relaxed as usual. Ron and Hermione can't let them worry about him instead

Ron's exam will end on the day of the third project. He should have taken the time to review, but he was very enthusiastic to help Harry and Hermione prepare - although he sometimes helped a little.

"Don't worry," Ron said without any hesitation when Harry pointed out the review problem to him and suggested that he and Hermione could practice by themselves. "At least I can get high marks in the defense against the Dark Arts... Even mad eye moody won't teach so many spells in class!"

"And..." said Ron, suddenly trying the obstacle curse on a wasp buzzing into the house, making it suddenly stop in mid air, and then he said excitedly, "... It's a good training for me to be an Auror in the future."

"You want to be Auror?" Harry said in surprise.

Ron awkwardly tilted his head and said, "just talk... It's cool, isn't it?"

With the passage of time day by day, it has unknowingly entered June, and the atmosphere in the castle has become tense and excited again.

Everyone is looking forward to the third competition to be held one week before the holiday.

Harry and Hermione practiced the spell as soon as they were free. It could be seen that they both worked very hard because they obviously felt the lack of their own strength.

According to the first two projects, this third project is definitely a journey full of difficulties and dangers.

Professor McGonagall always caught Harry, Hermione and Ron practicing around the school, so she allowed them to use the deformation class classroom at lunchtime.

At the same time, the world outside the school is also undergoing earth shaking changes. Those messy information has spread to the students' ears through various channels.

As Maka said, Voldemort did have a lot of frequent and trivial actions, ranging from roadside theft to house explosion. All kinds of cases are rapidly consuming the security force of the Ministry of magic.

What is hidden is the fierce collision between the new order of the Phoenix and the old death eaters.

It's not convenient for Maka to shoot directly for the time being. However, with the potions he provided from time to time, he became an excellent logistics personnel unanimously praised by all members of the order of the Phoenix.

Sirius now sends owls to send letters to Harry every day. Like Ron, he seems to be bent on helping Harry pass the third project before considering other things.

In each letter, he reminded Harry that you have no responsibility for matters outside Hogwarts, and you have no ability to influence them.

Early this morning, when Harry was reading Sirius's letter again, an owl sent Hermione the morning's Daily Prophet as usual.

She opened the newspaper, habitually glanced at the front page, and immediately sprayed a mouthful of pumpkin juice on the newspaper.