harry potter book of crimes

Ron suddenly felt that Maca's "secret mission" was becoming increasingly difficult to complete!

Not to mention who is more suspicious than whom, he wants to doubt everyone now, but no one can find any doubts. The more he thinks about it, the more he thinks about it, and his head becomes a ball of mush, which makes him nervous.

I'm about to start doubting myself.

Yes! What if the control magic of that old bastard Herbo is always latent, and even the victim himself cannot detect it at all?

"Well, hopefully that's just me overthinking it!"

Looking at Harry and Ginny who were hugging each other in front of them, Ron was muttering to himself at the back of the crowd. Although he was clapping vigorously like everyone else, he looked a little absent-minded.

a feeling of.

Yes, Harry and Ginny were able to explain things clearly, and they got closer emotionally. Ron was naturally happy for them.

However, he really can't be happy right now!

Just as Ron was muttering to himself, looking away from Ginny, and wandering around in the crowd, Hermione on the other side also glanced in his direction for no apparent reason.

Then, Hermione was seen waving her hands to the people around her and saying loudly:

"Okay, okay, if you want to give them some blessings, you can wait until breakfast. As for now, I think we should prepare breakfast earlier!"

After all, they are here to help make breakfast, not to cause trouble. If we delay for a while, other refugees may come to receive the meal!

It was at this moment that Hermione suddenly saw several figures crackling in a corner of the open space.

"Today's fruits and vegetables have arrived! Come on, please give way."

I saw the wizards and witches carrying their suitcases, walking through the crowd and running straight to the back of the long table where the meals were being prepared.

"Miss Granger, there are vegetables in this... Oh, by the way, remember to save the sandwich for lunch and the salad for dinner!"

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

"What's the hard work? It's just a trip to pick up a box... Sigh, if I weren't very good at food magic, I would also like to help you share some of the work! You are the ones who have worked hard..."

"How could it be possible? We all feel very happy that everyone can eat what we make! We don't feel hard at all."

Hermione took the suitcase from the other person's hand, and while chatting a few words, she subconsciously glanced at the other person's face.

This enthusiastic-speaking male wizard was originally an employee of the Ministry of Magic.

According to Kingsley, the other party is a very outstanding elite-level dark wizard striker. He has participated in various operations against dark wizards and black magic in the past ten years, and has personally captured many dangerous dark wizards.

However, in this London Fog Disaster, half of his face, one eye and one ear were irreversibly damaged, and one of his legs was lame, making him unable to continue participating in combat missions.

If he can survive until this disaster is over, receiving a gold galleons as a bonus and then retiring, this should be his best destination in the eyes of others, right?

Well, no one knows whether he will feel relieved about this ending.

"Okay, then I'll go back to the tent to take a rest, and I'll come over later to taste Miss Granger's craftsmanship!"

Watching the figure limping away slowly and quickly disappearing into the crowd, Hermione felt sorry for him and couldn't help but sigh secretly.

In fact, among the unfortunate people who had faced the mad wizard in the first place, the elite striker just now was lucky. Because at that time, no one knew much about those mad wizards, and those who were attacked by them from the beginning

, most of them are dead.

Although the hitter suffered serious physical injuries, he was at least still alive, right?

Perhaps because of this, he still showed enough optimism after his injury was barely treated. Well, at least on the surface, that's true.

"Alice, have you ground all the sesame seeds?"

Putting aside the thoughts about this disaster in her mind, Hermione stopped waving her wand and let a row of sausages fall into the meal basket lined with absorbent paper. Then, she asked not far away

A sentence from the girl at the office.

It must be said that the girl who was just brought over by Maka is really a very well-behaved girl. She will do almost anything others ask her to do. And as long as she is nice to her, she will also express it silently through actions.

My own thanks.

The only drawback is that she doesn't like to talk much, and in most cases she only answers questions by nodding and shaking her head. Sometimes, this can make people confused about what she wants to express.

At this moment, hearing Hermione's question, Alice raised her head slightly, and then nodded her head gently.

"here."

She pushed the small pot of sesame powder in her hand towards Hermione and gestured.

"Oh, okay!"

Hermione flicked her wand, causing the small basin to float in front of her, but her eyes still lingered on Alice for a moment before she quietly moved away.

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While Hermione was doing things, Ron was actually glancing over at her from time to time. He thought that if he were Herbo, he would definitely pick a smart person to attack.

However, he seemed to have ruled out the possibility of Hermione for the time being last night. At this moment, it was just because he didn't want to miss anything suspicious that he didn't directly skip Hermione.

Therefore, apart from occasionally taking a peek at Hermione, he has now begun to focus most of his energy on observing Hannah Abbott.

Speaking of Neville's girlfriend, we have to mention Luna. They actually have somewhat similar personalities and have always been good friends in school.

But compared to Luna, who was sometimes demure and sometimes out of control, Hannah was always a very low-key girl, although she was always a little careless in doing things.

Well, to put it bluntly, it is inconspicuous.

But precisely because of this, she seems to have become one of Haierbo's best choices for finding spies.

At this moment, Hannah was making fruit pudding with Mr. Florin, the owner of the original cold drink shop in Diagon Alley, and she didn't realize that a pair of eyes were passing over her again and again.

"Well"

After a while, Ron put down what he was doing and scratched his scalp vigorously.

"It doesn't look like a spy at all... Oh, how can I find this!"

But he didn't notice that when he forgot to look at Hermione, Hermione turned her head and looked in his direction.