harry potter book of crimes

"Okay, that's enough... The refuge point for the wizards is in Calais, France, across the Strait of Dover. There is a family wizard from the Chateau Blois on the other side of the port who is responsible for assisting them. You can apparate there first! At most

In an hour, I will take your father there with me on my broomstick."

The deformation and vibration during the use of the Apparition Spell will obviously put a great burden on people with poor health. This is the same even if they are hiding in the space superimposed by the Traceless Stretch Spell.

Hermione tightened the drawstring of her handbag and said to the other party:

"By the time I get to the port in Calais, it should be completely dark, and there are still a lot of things to do here... Let's go! We can't waste any more time."

After seeing her finish speaking, he hung the beaded handbag on his body, then picked up the broom and walked towards the window. The wizard who looked grateful suddenly hesitated for a moment, and then finally couldn't help but said:

"Wait! Miss Granger... I think there is one more thing I need to talk to you about."

"What's up?"

When Hermione heard this, her hand that had just opened the curtain immediately paused.

"Actually... Gary came to my place just now." The other party hesitated behind her.

"Gary?"

"It's my eldest nephew you met before."

After he said this, Hermione understood immediately.

Yes, the other person should be talking about the boy who has always been hostile to them. It turns out that guy's name is "Gary".

only……

"Didn't he and his family have been sent to an evacuation site early? Is it because he couldn't worry about grandpa, so he sneaked back alone?"

"It should be like this," the wizard nodded and said, "The child came over to visit his grandfather again, and then left again... However, although he only said that he was visiting his grandfather, I later discovered

, he secretly took away his grandfather’s wand.”

"Um?"

Hermione couldn't help but frowned after hearing this.

"Shouldn't all your wands have been confiscated? They should have searched them upstairs as well."

"Miss Granger, don't get me wrong! I have no idea of ​​hiding the wand secretly!" The other party quickly shook his head and said, "His grandfather's wand was damaged in the battle in London. Even if it can still cast magic spells,

It has no power, and you may even hurt yourself if you are not careful..."

As the other party was talking, Hermione suddenly remembered the previous report from the Muggle liaison officer. So, the wizard who fled westward was probably Gary?

"Why didn't you say this earlier!"

"Because, Gary... I think that child probably wants to defect to Haierbo. He has grown up listening to his grandfather's stories since he was a child, and has always admired his grandfather who was imprisoned in Azkaban...

...After his grandfather came back, he also learned a lot of black magic from his grandfather."

"Does he want to ask Haierbo to cure his grandfather?" Hermione thought for a moment, then frowned again.

However, she soon saw the other person and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"No, I think he wants to be a 'real' dark wizard!" The man who had also been addicted to black magic sighed, "In fact, after my father returned from being seriously injured in the fog in London,

, my brother and I were very scared. We both have families, and that Haierbo... is obviously completely different from what we imagined!"

"However, when my brother and I no longer wanted to be dark wizards, my father, who was seriously injured, not only did not hate Haierbo for causing him such serious injuries, but even when he was lying on the bed unconscious,

They keep saying... that Haierbo is a 'real dark wizard' and a 'dark wizard greater than the Dark Lord'."

When Hermione heard this, she couldn't help but put her hand lightly on her beaded handbag. Is someone who would say such a thing really worth her traveling back and forth?

"This means that your nephew Gary... also has the same idea as his grandfather?"

"At least I think it should be like this."

After a slight nod, the other party looked at Hermione's hand on her waist and said:

"Don't worry! Father, he won't live long anyway. Even if he can hold on for a few more days, he won't cause any trouble to you anymore! As for Gary's kid...if he doesn't see the reality clearly as soon as possible,

Even if we catch him this time, sooner or later he will end up like his grandfather because of his extreme ideas!"

"But he is after all"

Hermione originally wanted to say, "He is still young after all," but then she thought about it. The boy named "Gary" was actually only a year or two younger than her at most. Thinking of this, her words seemed to make sense.

I can't say it anymore.

That's right, in today's disaster, everyone is already too busy to take care of themselves. If he cannot take responsibility for his own actions and decisions, others will not be able to help him even if they want to.

And just when Hermione's mind was wandering, she saw the other party who was also silent suddenly said:

"Miss Granger, the person who takes care of you is at the port in Calais, right? I'll go there first... I'll leave it to you to transfer my father!"

Before he finished speaking, he saw that the other party took the initiative to pick up the door key that Hermione had brought, and then disappeared from the place instantly with a burst of space.

"Forget it... Even his family members have said that, so why should I meddle in other people's business?"

Such thoughts passed through Hermione's mind secretly, and she seemed to not want to waste any more time, so she immediately opened the window with a "crash", got on her broomstick and rushed out.

Half of the sun in the west was obscured by the mountain-like gray fog, but the afterglow of the setting sun was still extremely bright. After looking at the beautiful scene a few more times, Hermione was about to turn back towards the strait.

direction of acceleration.

But just as she turned around, she suddenly turned back and flew straight towards the mist in the west.

"The quantity of the potion is sufficient, and there is also a spare..." Hermione waved her fist lightly in the air and whispered to herself, "'Gary', right? There's a brain problem like yours."

Guy, this isn’t the first time I’ve seen you... It’s okay to be confused, I will definitely use my fists to wake you up!”

If many of Hermione's actions in the past few years seem to be plausibly imitating Maka, then perhaps today's decision really came from her own thoughts.

Just like... Miss Hermione Granger who always wanted to punch Malfoy in the face.

And just as Hermione was flying at high speed in the direction of the setting sun, a figure was walking on the road between Faversham and Sittingbourne.

"...Maka...McLean."