harry potter book of crimes

The group of Flobber caterpillars that formed cocoons on the Whomping Willow at Hogwarts finally emerged from their cocoons and became butterflies... But in fact, it was more than that.

Since the first signs of the disaster, a large number of Flobber caterpillar farms around the world have experienced abnormalities.

These little guys who have never been able to form cocoons, this time they looked for suitable places to form cocoons after eating all the sea stuff. For a while, the thickener production of those farms dropped sharply. Just because in

After that, disasters occurred all over Europe, so that no one had the time to take care of such trivial matters.

However, in this day and age, some legends that were once well-known have apparently become almost unknown.

"The migration of Florber caterpillars into butterflies is a sign of impending disaster. Their appearance at this time means...the worst thing has happened."

Delphi looked at the group of gray butterflies in the sky flying majestically in the distance, feeling the uneasiness rising in her heart, and murmured in a voice that only she could hear clearly.

"Yes, that's right... Although the process may be different, the result is the same. In fact, nothing has changed. That nightmare future has finally arrived."

"Delphi, what's wrong?"

Seeing that she was just standing there, muttering to herself as she looked at the flock of butterflies that were gradually leaving towards the south, Willie couldn't help but call her again.

It was only then that Delphi finally came to his senses.

"Well... no, it's nothing." She shook her head and said, "It's just... I suddenly felt a little worried, and I always felt that something terrible might happen."

"Oh," Willy put down the flowerpot in her hand and nodded, "It seems that I have some similar feelings."

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In fact, so far, except for Delphi, the other wizards outside the UK may at best suddenly feel uneasy. But for people in the UK, their uneasiness is visible to the naked eye.

"Mr. Weasley, there is a new situation with the zombies outside! They...oh, I think you'd better come out and take a look for yourself!"

At the entrance of the command tent at Weymouth Camp, a wizard guard rushed in from outside and said this with a serious face.

When Percy, who was reading the information behind the table, heard this, he immediately stopped what he was doing, a little confused, but he stepped back from his chair and stood up decisively.

"What happened to the living corpse?"

As he asked this, he followed the other party out of the tent and all the way to the defense line outside the camp. Soon he saw that Charlie had also arrived here.

And when he truly saw the actions of the zombies outside the defense line, he finally understood why the guard just now insisted on him coming to see it himself.

Because the current movements of the group of living corpses are really hard to understand.

I saw those living corpses that had just calmed down after a commotion not long ago, but now they were all facing the north inexplicably, kneeling on the ground one after another. Since the group of living corpses was already quite large, this

This scene immediately made people feel a little nervous.

After all, you must know that these living zombies always look like walking zombies on weekdays, and they will not do anything to make people think that they are intelligent.

But now, looking at their devout appearance like believers kneeling before gods, it makes people even dare not to test them easily.

However, a few courageous wizards on the defense line couldn't bear it anymore. They suddenly waved their wands and released a powerful crushing spell on the living corpses lying on the ground.

"Bang!"

Accompanied by an explosion, the skin and flesh of the ordinary living corpse that was hit were immediately torn apart, and the black-gray putrid flesh and blood suddenly spattered away.

However, the living corpse, which had clearly not lost the ability to move, did not turn its head and run towards this direction as usual. It seemed that it didn't care about this attack at all, and it still knelt down tightly on the ground.

, almost motionless.

"You didn't even react when you were attacked," Charlie, who was also holding the wand, stood by the defense line and asked doubtfully, "What happened?"

Obviously, the more unresponsive these living corpses are, the weirder they will be. Coupled with the uneasiness that surged in their hearts when they saw the group of big moths flying by not long ago, everyone can't help but feel more and more uneasy at this moment.

Got up.

"Percy, look at them all kneeling down towards the north. I think something must have happened there...otherwise, Norberta and I should go take a look first?"

"Hmm... OK," Percy pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "But be careful. If you find anything unusual, don't approach easily, and don't do anything. By the way, didn't you say before, that

Is an old Mr. Aslan taking people to settle in the Yorkshire Dales? If you haven't made any decisive discoveries there, don't go further north and come back quickly!"

"okay, I get it."

Charlie nodded clearly, then took out the dragon whistle and blew it, summoning the fire dragon Norbert to carry him and fly high into the sky.

"Mr. Weasley, what about us?"

Hearing the questions from several guards around him, Percy hesitated for a moment, and finally waved his hand and said:

"While they don't fight back, you can try to clear out a group first. But you still have to be careful. If something unexpected happens, immediately retreat to the camp... Do you understand?"

After saying this, he turned around and walked back, while adding:

"I will go and inform Madame Maxime of the changes here."

Thinking that Mr. Blois was in Beauxbatons right now, Percy felt that the other party might know something about this strange situation.

Not long after, he returned to the tent and immediately picked up a quill, wrote a letter in a hurry, and had it sent to France.

However, not many people in the world know about the omen of the Florob Gray Butterfly or the truth about the group of living corpses kneeling down. Although the Blois family has a long history, they also have relatively more inheritance from ancient times.

But even if there were some records in the ancient books at home, he might not be able to notice something like this that no one had mentioned for a thousand years.

Percy watched the letter being taken out of the tent by the wizard who delivered it, and then he put down the pen in his hand. He sat behind the table with a rather solemn expression and thought for a while. After a while, he got up and left the tent again, rushing back again.

Towards the line of defense.

Needless to say, because the situation this time was so abnormal, he could no longer sit still in the camp. If he didn't keep an eye on the scene, he was afraid that some accident would happen that he would not be able to deal with in time.

"Ginny, Ron... when will you be back?"

Looking at the group of living corpses kneeling on the ground outside, Percy couldn't help but think so.