harry potter book of crimes

"Boom-boom-boom."

A sudden knock on the door brought Enns, who was immersed in various thoughts, back to his senses.

To be honest, he was a little surprised now, because he actually knew very well why Maka wanted him to rest here directly.

Of course, in a situation like his, anyone would probably be suspicious. Therefore, Enns didn't feel dissatisfied with Maka who kept him under "disguised house arrest" here.

Logically speaking, no one should be able to come to him this way. After all, Maka should always be guarding down there, right?

Is it possible that Mr. MacLean thought of another problem so quickly?

This thought flashed through Enns's mind, and then he shook his head. They had just finished talking not long ago, so this was obviously impossible.

"Boom, boom, boom"

The man outside was still knocking, and Enns, who was already a little anxious, became even more irritable. And to be honest, he didn't want to see anyone right now. He just wanted to lie in bed, be quiet for a while, and sort out his thoughts.

"Who!"

Faced with the annoying knock on the door, Enns finally couldn't help but ask.

"...It's me! Alexander."

"It's you?"

After hearing this, Enns, who was lying on the bed, couldn't help but hesitated and smacked his mouth twice. Then he reluctantly got out of bed, walked over and opened the door.

"Why are you here? Mr. MacLean didn't stop you?"

"Professor? Why did he stop me?" Alexander stood outside the door, looking at Enns doubtfully, and then looked at him again and said, "How are you, are you okay? Did that guy Herbo do anything terrible to you?

Something?"

"He didn't do anything."

Enns was still blocking the door and said impatiently:

"Okay, I don't want to tell you this now... As you can see, I'm fine, everything is fine, so my 'friend', can you go?"

"Hey, Ens! You said we are 'friends'... Is it wrong to worry about your friends?"

As Alexander said this, he suddenly put his hand on Enns's shoulder very naturally, and wanted to squeeze into the room first.

However, the moment he tried to move forward, a stick was pressed against his forehead.

"Of course it's right to worry about your friends," Enns said in an unkind tone, "but at least you have to first figure out whether the person standing in front of you is your 'friend', right?"

"Uh, Ens, what are you doing?"

Alexander raised his eyelids and glanced upward, and soon discovered that it was Enns' silver snake staff that was pressing against his forehead.

"Don't you understand?" Enns curled his lips and said, "Why do you think I was able to escape from Halbo's hiding place unscathed? And came back so quickly? And why do you think McClain put me under house arrest in disguise?

At his place?"

"Oh...could it be possible that you..."

After hearing what Enns said so clearly, and with the top of the cold snake staff pressing against his head, Alexander seemed to finally understand the current situation.

I saw him looking at Enns with a rather complicated look, and said hesitantly:

"Have you already joined Herbo's side? What did he say to you, and how did he convince such a stubborn guy like you so easily?"

"Can you care?" Enns heard this and couldn't help but stretched out his hand and pushed him back to the corridor outside. "Still not leaving? Do you want to die?"

He actually felt that what he said was very unpleasant, but who knew that after Alexander stood still again, he immediately waved his hand and said:

"Hey! I said Enns, don't do this"

As he spoke, he walked towards the door again. But this time, even though Enns pressed the snake staff against his chest again, he just casually pushed it aside.

"I don't think there will be any conflicts between you and me that require a life-and-death effort to resolve... Seeing as we are friends, can you at least tell us what exactly Haierbo said?"

After saying this, Alexander squeezed into the room through the small gap next to Enns. The latter staggered due to his squeeze, and he was so annoyed that he almost wanted to throw a curse on the back of his head.

past.

"Stop! Who let you in?"

"Oh, I just want to have a good chat with you, why are you angry!" Alexander sat down directly at the small round table covered with embroidered tablecloth by the window, "What's more, Professor MacLean is down in the living room right now.

Sitting here, he must know exactly what we did upstairs. If you really become Haierbo's person, I don't think you will tell it under the nose of the professor!"

"You guy..."

Enns muttered through gritted teeth, but in the end he had no choice but to slam the door of the room shut with his backhand.

"Okay, okay...damn it, I've convinced you. I can't even take a break even if I really want to."

After closing the door, he didn't look at Alexander who had shamelessly barged in. Instead, he went back to the bed and lay down as before.

"Tell me! What do you want to know? Let me tell you first. Even I am confused here, but I don't have much to tell you."

After muttering like this, Enns began to talk to Alexander feebly. After Enns roughly told the other party the contents of the conversation with Herbo that had been shortened again,

Alexander said thoughtfully:

"So...if the professor agrees to Haierbo's armistice agreement, then this disaster will finally be over?"

"Finish?"

When Enns heard this, he immediately sneered and said:

"Although I don't know what kind of compromise the 'mirror' proposed by Haierbo is, I still don't think that Haierbo really wants to give up the fight. And even if I take a step back, then

At most, it's just a 'pause'...that's a 'despicable Haierbo'!"

"Even...Salazar Slytherin was originally Halper's favorite student?" Alexander thought for a while and asked.

"Yes, even if they have a teacher-student relationship, the relationship is the same!" Enns said almost without thinking, "Anyway, at least I couldn't hear the slightest warmth from Haierbo's tone... let alone,

Who knows if that was just a false story he made up casually to deceive me?"

"That's right," Alexander shrugged. "All the things that guy has done so far are already unforgivable. Thinking about it this way, his past events seem to be irrelevant at all... But, well,

Si, what are you going to do next? After all, the matter of 'you are a descendant of Slytherin' should have gone away, right?"