harry potter book of crimes

"Oh, I think I should go. Please continue to eat! I won't disturb you."

Bernthal glanced at the hospital bed again, then turned around and left hurriedly. Ron, who was standing at the door, saw that his expression seemed a little confused and hesitant when he went out.

"Dean?"

"Ah! Mr. McClain?"

In the corridor outside, Bernser suddenly and unexpectedly bumped into Maka who had returned from Diagon Alley. It can be found that although he was still smiling when he saw Maka, his smile was even more stiff.

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"It's lunch time! Mr. MacLean, sausages and mashed potatoes are being served below. I wonder if you saw it when you came up..." Bernthal was still thinking about the doubts just now, and said almost subconsciously,

"To be honest, it tastes pretty good. I'll have someone bring you one."

"No, no need, I'm not hungry."

Maka took one more look at the strange look on Bernser's face, then nodded slightly to the other person, and then walked past him.

Since Bernser had just come out, the door to the ward was not closed yet, which saved him the trouble of opening the door.

To be honest, if the door was closed now, he would definitely have to be mentally prepared outside the door. After all, he really didn't dare to see Luna's pale little face right now.

"Maka, you're back!"

As soon as he saw Maka appear at the door, Ron, who was closest to here, immediately came to greet her.

"How's it going? What's going on outside now...have you met Harry and Neville?"

"Well, they're at the Leaky Cauldron right now, guarding the entrance."

As Maka spoke, he walked inside, and his eyes moved involuntarily towards the direction of the hospital bed. The more he didn't dare to look, the more he couldn't help but look. That's why he felt a little nervous even stepping into this place.

difficulty.

Forcibly moving his eyes away from Luna's face, he looked around the room for a while, passing over everyone's faces one by one. Suddenly, everyone looked a little confused by him, not knowing what he wanted to do.

After a moment, Maka's eyes finally fell on Pansy, who was sitting in the corner.

Obviously, although she is now completely on Maka's side, Hermione and the others have gradually recognized her as a new companion in Slytherin House. But after all, she was not very friendly to Hermione, Ron and others in the past.

In the past two days in this ward filled with Gryffindors, I felt somewhat out of place.

"Ms. Parkinson...well, you can eat first! After lunch, I think I need you to accompany me and take me somewhere."

"Uh... me?" Pansy nodded a little confused, "Of course, no problem. But... where do you need me to take you?"

"We'll talk about this later!" Maka waved her hand and said, "You eat first."

After saying this, Maka seemed to have remembered something and turned back slightly to look into the corridor outside the door.

"Mr. Bernthal came just now. Did he say anything?"

"Well, he didn't say anything special!" Ron said, "He just came to take a look and say hello... Oh, according to Hermione's guess, I think he came to confirm whether we had a good meal.

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"What are you saying!" Hermione heard this and immediately interrupted, "Maka, this is actually what happened."

So, Hermione told Maka about the food rationing plan implemented by St. Mungo's starting from this meal, as well as the "preferential treatment" they received. Maka listened, nodded slightly, and finally thought

Thought:

"Well, there's nothing wrong with your consideration, so just do it!"

Hermione might have hoped that Maka could say a few more words on this issue, but Maka simply expressed her agreement, and then shut her mouth and said no more.

The other friends may not have felt anything, but Hermione noticed from such small signs that Maka's mood at this time may still be because of Luna, and Maka seemed quite uncomfortable in this ward.

Probably because Maka was waiting silently at the door, Pansy ate the lunch very quickly, and soon stuffed all the mashed potatoes and sausages in the lunch box into her stomach.

"That...I've eaten."

"Oh... drink some water! Don't worry... I'll wait for you outside."

Although Maka said "there's no hurry", he still turned around and walked out first. Seeing this, Pansy naturally didn't care about pouring water, and hurriedly chased him out.

Everyone who stayed in the ward watched the two of them leave one after another. They all subconsciously followed the two people's departure and looked out the door with some doubts.

Hermione saw Ron standing at the door and seemed to want to follow him out to take a look, so she immediately called him out.

"Don't go."

"Ah?" Ron paused immediately after hearing this, "What's wrong?"

"Anyway, don't go," Hermione shook her head, "Don't waste Maka's time."

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"Ms. Parkinson, your parents should be at home now, right? Take me to your home. I want to ask them something."

Just as Hermione thought, Maka didn't have enough time at the moment, and he needed to find a working time turner as soon as possible.

As a former pure-blood family, the Parkinson family had another ancestor with evil intentions who served as the Minister of Magic in the mid-eighteenth century. Although the minister named "Perseus" only served for one year.

He has never been re-elected after one term, but like some things that line his own pockets, one term is more than enough.

So Maka was thinking that it might be a good idea to start with their family first.

"Oh, my father and brother may still be at the Ministry of Magic...but my mother should be at home."

"Well, as long as someone is here!"

As Maka spoke, she led Pansy downstairs, and quickly left St. Mungo's in the sight of many refugees downstairs and Akinbad and other support teams.

"McLean...Professor."

"Huh?" Maka said casually while taking out a broom and handing it to her, "What's the matter?"

"It's just that... my mother's temper is not very good, and her attitude may make you angry," Pansy whispered, "Look, why don't you go to the Ministry of Magic to find my father first? He should be able to talk better."

"No, I don't think it's necessary." Upon hearing this, Maka immediately shook her head, "I'm in a bit of a hurry."

"Oh well!"

Pansy felt a little unsure. To be honest, she was already imagining a dispute between Maka and her mother.

You know, my mother is actually a typical pure-blooded person, and she is far less tolerant and far-sighted than my father.

But with these words, Pansy really didn't know how to tell Maka that she was her mother after all!