harry potter book of crimes

"Mom, who are they?"

"It's British."

"Are they bad people?"

"No, I don't think so... maybe."

"Then...if they are not bad people, why did they rob our neighbor's home? Bernard, Leroy, Durand...they are all gone."

"That's not the case, it's just that someone bought their home and then lent it to these British people who lost their home..."

At the edge of the block where the refugees had settled, a little girl held her mother's hand and stood at the door of her home, staring blankly at the street that was gradually getting quieter.

She didn't quite understand what her mother said, because in her impression, something like "home" should always be there. Even if she went to play in a small park "far away" every day, when the time was up, she would always be there.

Under the guidance of my mother, I returned home to eat hot vegetable stew.

unless……

"Oh, so, someone also robbed their home?"

Things that were "borrowed" by others could be returned, but things that were "robbed" by others would most likely never be returned, she still knew.

Because, before, she had a rubber ball taken away by Dubois, a bad boy in this area. At that time, she sat on the ground and cried for a long time!

The little girl pursed her lips and thought hard with her slightly confused little head, and thought she could already understand the meaning of "losing her home".

And it was at this moment that she was suddenly attracted by a figure approaching slowly from far away on the street.

At that moment, she and her mother were still standing at the door, probably because they saw that the other person seemed to be worried, so they didn't speak, but just watched the figure slowly walk past in front of them.

It wasn't until the other party passed by them that the little girl looked up at her mother in confusion.

"Mom...then," she asked softly, as if she was a little curious, "did someone robbed that beautiful sister of her home too?"

As soon as she finished speaking, before her mother could answer, she noticed that the beautiful girl who had not walked far suddenly stopped, apparently after hearing what her daughter said.

"I'm sorry, miss...my daughter didn't mean any harm..."

"I know, it's okay."

The figure turned around lightly and responded softly to the little girl's mother in fluent French. Then, she was seen walking towards this side step by step.

Yes, this girl who looks exceptionally beautiful and delicate is none other than Delphi, who was walking alone on the street before.

"Oh, thank you for your tolerance."

As the girl's mother said this, she suddenly realized that this pretty girl spoke French that was so idiomatic that she didn't look like someone from abroad, and she seemed to have a Parisian accent.

In other words...she was probably not with the group of British people, but just happened to pass by.

However, this young mother did not know that Delphi was actually surprised at this moment that her memory was given to her by Maca, but Maca herself only knew a little bit about French.

And just now, she almost subconsciously answered in French, and she was so fluent as if she had said it many times.

In this way, when Delphi looked back at the memories deep in her mind...she suddenly felt that the language spoken in her childhood memories seemed to be more French.

"No, something must have gone wrong...but why?"

Memory is undoubtedly very ambiguous. When you recall something you have experienced, the images and experiences are the focus, while the words often only stay on the general content.

If she hadn't opened her mouth unintentionally this time, it would have been difficult for her to discover this.

"Miss?"

"Ah, sorry!"

Delphi smiled a little reluctantly, and then, already very strong, she decided to put aside this creepy question for the time being.

"Is this your home? It's a beautiful potted plant."

She looked at the row of flowers and plants placed against the wall. The lush greenery was mixed with various colorful potted plants, which reminded her of Willy in her memory, who had long silver hair and often smiled at her.

sister.

"Thank you! My mother and I planted it together!"

This time, before her mother could speak, the little girl spoke first.

"Really?" Upon hearing this, Delphi couldn't help but squat down in front of her, caressing her silky hair and said, "It's amazing..."

As she was speaking, she suddenly thought about it, and then continued:

"Just now, did you say that my home was also robbed? You were wrong! My home has always been there, or in other words, as long as there is my father, it is my home."

"Then... where is mom?"

When the little girl's mother heard what her daughter said, she immediately began to regret taking her daughter out to bask in the sun.

Fortunately, Delphi did not feel any displeasure about this.

"I don't have a mother," she said quite frankly. "If I have to say it, I have a group of older sisters who grew up with me. They are all very, very good to me, maybe even better than my mother."

"Oh, um"

"Those must be some very good people."

The little girl's mother seemed worried that her daughter would say something like "Mom is the best" again, so she quickly interrupted her daughter's words. Although if her daughter really said that, she herself would

You will definitely feel very happy.

"Yes, they are all very kind people."

After hearing this, Delphi couldn't help but nodded seriously, then gently took back the hand on the little girl's head and stood up again.

"Madam, don't worry! There are also many good, brave, and kind people among those who live here. I think you will get along very happily with them."

After saying this, Delphi said goodbye to the mother and daughter for a while, and then wanted to turn around and leave. And it was at this moment that she heard the little girl say:

"Pretty sister, are you leaving? Where are you going?"

Delphi turned his head slightly, suddenly smiled and said:

"I'm not going anywhere, I'm going home."

After that, she walked further along the street step by step just like before, but she had changed the direction. Not long after, the mother and daughter standing at the door watched her disappear into the distance when she came.

That street corner.

"Mom, that sister just said that home is where dad is; but then she said that she also has a group of very good sisters... So, where is her home?"

Her mother listened to her daughter's question, stood there blankly for a moment, and then said softly:

"I don't know, maybe... it's in Paris!"