harry potter book of crimes

"Barbrey, we have just received the news that Mr. MacLean will not be coming tonight due to something else... In addition, His Highness the Prince is waiting for you in his study and wants you to come over right away."

At nightfall that day, in the foyer of the British royal family's manor, Barbray was waiting for the arrival of Maka, Kingsley, and Delphi on time as he had done the past few days.

In the past few days, he has gradually adapted to his new magical power.

Although he can still only slightly control the violent hurricane, the feeling of being able to control natural phenomena has really made him become addicted.

Therefore, recently, Barbre's awe and admiration for Maka may be much more than that of the Queen.

"Mr. MacLean isn't coming tonight?"

Hearing what the former colleague said, Barbre couldn't help but feel disappointed, so much so that he seemed a little less interested in the prince's summons.

Fortunately, at least for now, he is quite obedient to the royal family members. After knowing that the prince was looking for him, he quickly nodded.

"Okay, I'll go over now...thank you."

After expressing his gratitude to the other party, Barbre passed by the other party and walked quickly towards the stairs on the side of the foyer.

Not long after, he stepped on the royal family's rather gorgeous carpet to the third floor, and after passing a corridor, he reached out and knocked on the door of the prince's study.

“Tuk-tuk-tuk.”

"Come in."

After the prince's response came from inside, Barbre immediately gently opened one of the double doors, and then stepped in.

It has to be said that as the heir to the throne, even if this is just a temporary refuge manor, His Highness the Prince's study is still very large.

It is still a typical royal style decoration that is splendid but not tacky. Even Barbre is generally used to it, but when there are members of the royal family present, he will still feel the pressure doubled.

At present, His Royal Highness the Prince, who has met Maka many times with his mother as the Queen, is sitting behind his desk that is as big as a dining table, slightly raising his head to look at Barbray who appears at the door.

"You're here...well, come here!" the prince said to Barbre, "Oh, by the way! I just asked the maids and guards in charge of my place to leave first. Before you come over here, remember to open the door first.

Bring it with you!”

When Barbre, who had just come in from the door, heard this, he immediately turned around and closed the door, and then followed the prince's words and walked over quietly.

However, on the way to the prince's desk, he inadvertently glanced at the bookshelf on the side of the study room, and then he realized that there was another person besides the prince himself in the prince's study room at this time.

"That's...Mr. Davidson?"

Barbray looked at the back of the figure who seemed to be reading a book. Just looking at the robe, he realized that it should be the old Bishop Davidson. Because Mr. MacLean didn't like it, so these days, every experiment

He could only stand outside the door with the guards, feeling very aggrieved.

Who would have thought that this former archbishop, who was once so trusted by the Queen, would suddenly fall into such an embarrassing situation?

"It is said... that he is also a wizard?"

While thinking this, Barbre had already walked to the prince's desk. Then, he immediately put aside the messy thoughts in his mind and bowed to the prince.

"Your Highness, please come to me. Is there anything you want me to do?"

"Oh, no, at least not yet!" The prince smiled calmly at Barbre and nodded slightly, showing some kindness and kindness. "I asked you to come here this time because I just wanted to have a chat with you.

Just chatting... don’t stand there, there are chairs there, sit down first!”

"Thank you for your generosity, Your Highness."

Barbre bowed again, followed by walking to the side of the desk, and sat down somewhat cautiously.

At this moment, the prince behind the desk looked at him again and said:

"You don't have to be so restrained. You know, you were no longer an ordinary guard a few days ago! That's right, that's it. Just relax a little."

Seeing that Barbre's sitting posture was obviously relaxed, the prince changed his subject and said:

"Speaking of this matter...how do you feel? Are you satisfied with the latest treatment given to you by the royal family? Without the usual patrols and guard duties, do you feel that your daily life has become much easier?"

When Barbre heard this, he immediately leaned forward slightly and said:

"I have to thank Her Majesty the Queen for her love and Her Royal Highness the Prince's concern... Yes, it is indeed a lot easier to say it is easy. However, in order to live up to the trust of the royal family, I am currently working hard every day to become familiar with it.

The feeling of using magic. If I can master more tricks as soon as possible, I can serve the royal family as soon as possible."

Barbre knew that he would say something to anyone he met. He knew very well that the reason why the royal family valued him was ultimately due to magic.

At this moment, the prince immediately said:

"Don't have such a big psychological burden, don't worry! Your hard work and persistence are all seen by my mother and I. Whether it is your perseverance when undergoing experiments or your persistence in practicing every day at the back of the manor, we

You can all see it!”

At this point, the prince paused for a moment. Then, he finally asked Barbre a question that seemed to be the real purpose of this conversation.

"By the way," the prince said suddenly, "How should I put it... Barbray, I don't know what you think of the wizard Mr. Macca McLean? Do you 'hate' him? After all, he is so...

The administration of the reagent really caused you a lot of pain. I was watching from the side, and I could see that you were obviously in quite a lot of pain at that time."

"'Hate'...?" Barbre was stunned when he heard this, "Maybe a little! Because anyway, the experiment has the possibility of death. And after experiencing this kind of thing, I think who probably

Everyone will hate and fear them!"

As he spoke, Barbre quickly but hesitantly said:

"Of course, there is definitely nothing to hate now. It can even be said that if I hadn't experienced that kind of pain, I wouldn't have the strength I have now."

"Well, is that really the case?" The prince nodded slightly, "But don't you think Mr. MacLean is... a little too arrogant? Let's not talk about his attitude. At least I think he excluded Mr. Davidson from the experiment.

The process is somewhat inappropriate..."

When he said this, the old bishop on the other side of the bookshelf finally turned around.