harry potter book of crimes

It can be said that from childhood to adulthood, Thomas never thought that he would be a special person.

He was born into an ordinary wizarding family. His father was a small sales manager at Flourish and Blotts Bookstore in Diagon Alley, and his mother was a little-known writer for a witch costume magazine.

As for himself, after graduating from Hufflepuff House at Hogwarts, he has been working as a keeper at the Owl Post Office in Diagon Alley.

Over the years, my father has long since retired from Flourish and Blotts Bookstore, and he also has a wife who is as ordinary as he is, and a pair of more or less cute children.

Therefore, in fact, he thought more than once that he would probably spend his whole life mediocre and without any achievements. Like his parents, he watched his children grow up slowly, and then become like his useless father.

Live an ordinary life like mead mixed with water.

Yes, it's like mead mixed with water. Although it's tasteless when you drink it, you can barely smell a slightly sweet aroma afterwards.

Of course, if you drink too much, you will definitely get drunk and stay in a daze until you fall asleep.

"Maybe, this is Hufflepuff?"

Thomas didn't know whether he should blame the Sorting Hat for his mediocre life, but he did occasionally use this excuse to comfort himself...especially when he encountered something unsatisfactory in his daily life or work.

when.

However, when Thomas discovered that there was a Hufflepuff that was beyond his common sense and appeared again and again in every corner of his life. He knew that he might never be able to say those words again.

Yes, there are also people with extraordinary achievements among Hufflepuffs. Even if we don’t mention Maclean, there have been many celebrities who were born in Hufflepuff in this world.

It's just him...or, it's just that many people subconsciously ignore Hufflepuffs because of their generally low-key character.

Yes, mediocrity is just the self who doesn’t know what hard work is.

So, when Voldemort and Grindelwald both died in the front yard of Hogwarts, and the entire wizarding world returned to peace, Thomas ordered a personal correspondence course on the protection of magical biology, intending to give it another try.

I remember that at Hogwarts, his grades in most subjects were average, but his talent in this course was pretty good. If he could seriously take the exam for a senior breeder's certificate, he might be able to obtain it.

There is no better job than raising owls.

Okay! He knows that his ambition is probably just this little bit, and he just gritted his teeth and reluctantly decided on it!

But who knew that things were unpredictable, and Haierbo's appearance ruined his already boring life.

One turmoil after another caused the quill shop where his wife worked as a salesperson to close down; various unknown dangers also made him have no intention of studying and working.

However, the trouble obviously doesn't stop there.

When this fog disaster unexpectedly came to London, he and his colleagues were dumbfounded while working in Diagon Alley.

At that time, there were no Aurors stationed in Diagon Alley, but the attack from the unknown dark wizards arrived first. Seeing his colleagues trying to escape home, when he thought about his wife and children at home, he subconsciously

He ran away.

But it was obvious that it was an extremely wrong decision. During the run, his colleagues were hit by the dazzling green light one after another, and fear kept lingering in his heart.

But should we say he is lucky? Or is he unlucky?

Unknowingly, he found that he had become one of the few people to escape from Diagon Alley, but he had also lost his way because of his running and the thickening fog around him.

There is no doubt that there are not many wizards in the wizarding world who often go to Muggle cities, and he certainly does not. For him, London is not a very familiar place.

After that, Thomas had been hiding in the streets of London, and was almost discovered several times by dark wizards who suddenly turned into madmen.

Fortunately, I don't know if it was because he had so much bad luck that he couldn't bear to see the world, but he managed to escape quite narrowly several times in a row.

It's a pity that he has never drank that extremely expensive elixir. His good luck will run out sooner or later, at least that's what Thomas thinks.

"...Ping, safe and protected."

At a corner of a certain alley, Thomas huddled between a large flip-top trash can and a brick wall, carefully casting the only protective spell he knew how to use.

Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts have never been his strong points. In every final exam that year, his evaluation was almost always above the passing line.

But now, he has no choice but to hide here and use this protective spell to hold on.

Because he discovered that a very scary-looking crazy wizard had walked into the alley ahead, and at the other end of the corner was a dead end!

Is he still going to die? Oh no, he doesn't want to die at all... Although he is lucky enough to survive in hiding until now, it is already the result of overwhelming luck.

But he really didn't want to die. He still had a wife and a pair of children at home who were eagerly waiting to return. He could never leave his mother and son to die like this.

However, his worthless life seemed to no longer belong to him.

"Ta...ta...ta..."

Maybe it was because everything he looked at was covered with gray fog, but the messy and dragging footsteps seemed so clear. Before the person could reach him, the chilling atmosphere had already come to him.

The air around him seemed to be freezing.

A feeling of suffocation made Thomas couldn't help but want to take a deep breath, but he held it back because he was afraid of being easily noticed by the other party.

Perhaps because he had held his breath for too long, he felt a little dizzy, and the scene in the alley in front of him became increasingly difficult to see clearly.

And at this moment, a foot suddenly stepped out of the mist in front of him...and then came another leg, half of his body, and a gloomy face with a dazed expression.

The guy seemed to have phlegm stuck in his throat, making a "ho-ho" sound as he wandered towards the corner where Thomas was.

Thomas knew the other person. Two of his colleagues were killed by this guy before!

Because the second colleague tried his best to cast a crushing spell on this guy's waist before he died, so the waist and eyes of the other person were still a blur of flesh and blood, so Thomas remembered it very clearly.

However, the injury on the opponent's body not only did not make Thomas feel that there was an opportunity, but instead made him even more frightened.

Because for some reason, these crazy wizards seemed to have completely lost their sense of pain and didn't care at all about the rather serious wounds.

These guys are complete lunatics.

"Don't find out...don't find out that I'm here...don't...just walk over like this! I beg you..."

Thomas no longer knew what to do. He could only pray in his heart, although he didn't even know who to pray to.

There's no way, wizards don't believe in gods and Buddhas, do they?

Maybe it was because he couldn't even find someone to pray to, so his helpless expectations didn't come true. When the crazy wizard walked over with all his body parts dangling, he stopped in front of him.

The moment he stopped walking, Thomas' mind suddenly went blank.

But for some unknown reason, by some strange coincidence, he raised the wand in his hand.

"Expelliarmus."

This is the disarming spell, which I learned in school in the past. It is an extremely basic Defense Against the Dark Arts spell.

I remember that when he and his classmates practiced in a team in class, he couldn't even complete the magic spell. Every time, his wand would be taken away instantly by others.

So when Thomas realized that he had cast this spell as a last resort, only a flash of self-mockery flashed through his empty mind.

but……

"Stab bang!"

An arc of red light that was so dazzling that it almost burned the eyes, popped out from the tip of his wand like lightning, and hit the chest of the mad wizard who was very close in the blink of an eye.

Then, Thomas saw the arc of light pushing against the opponent's body and pushing him backwards, falling far back into the mist.

When the wand in the opponent's hand rolled to his feet with a "clack", he woke up from his daze and raised his hand and slapped himself in the face.

"Hiss...it hurts!"

What happened just now? Was that a disarming spell? Was it a disarming spell he cast with his own hands?

What a joke!

Even though he was not good at Charms at all, Thomas had studied at Hogwarts for seven years. He clearly remembered that disarming spells of such strength as just now were only taught by professors back then.

Saw it!

Thomas looked down at his hands, looking at the rustic wand that had been with him for many years and was slightly curved. His mouth was half open and he was completely speechless.

"...what the hell."

But at this moment, another rustling sound suddenly sounded in the mist in the alleyway ahead, reminding him that now was not the time to be dumbfounded.

Fortunately, because he was in the corner just now, and the crazy wizard was standing in front of him, so his disarming spell accidentally knocked the opponent away to the direction leading to death.

But now, the road the other party came from is obviously clear.

"escape!"

Thomas attributed the surprisingly powerful disarming spell just now to an unexpected explosion between life and death. Needless to say, he didn't think he could do it again.

Therefore, the best option now is to flee before the opponent comes over.

However, just as Thomas stood up in a hurry, raising his legs and about to run wildly, his right foot that was moving forward stopped for no reason.