harry potter book of crimes

"It's nothing hard or hard. I'm just doing what I think I should do - completing a deal. There's nothing here that deserves your gratitude."

Safina's words were still so jarring.

However, everyone may have become accustomed to her attitude. Whether she means something different or... maybe she really thinks so? In short, everything she has done so far has brought almost everyone

Irreplaceable help, that's the truth.

"Miss Geoffrey! Anyway, thank you!" Harry said still seriously.

Yes, it is Harry after all, who has always been so serious about right and wrong. Perhaps it is precisely because he comes from the bottom of his heart without thinking that his frankness makes people feel that there is no falsehood at all, and no one will think that he is just pretending.

.

Just like this moment, even Safina could only purse her lips when facing Harry like this, waved her hand at him impatiently and said:

"It's up to you! Thank you if you want, no one will stop you!"

After saying that, she picked up half a piece of bread, dipped it in the jam Hannah brought and ate it by herself.

Safina's actions were like a signal to start dinner. As soon as everyone saw her, they all started to fill their stomachs.

The dinner was obviously not sumptuous. When it came, no one had the thought to prepare food. But now in this newly rebuilt burrow, there are only enemies outside. In fact, it is no different from a battlefield in the wilderness. I can eat something.

The drinks are already very good.

"Oh, Hannah, this bottle of jam tastes good." Ron said from the side, "It feels better than the bottle yesterday!"

"Thank you," Hannah nodded slightly, "but this bottle is no longer made by me. It is a product produced by the McMillan family's farm - our two families have been in contact since our ancestors, and their family will make it every season.

I brought a lot of things, and these jams have actually been in my bag for a long time."

"Is it from Ernie's family?" Ron thought for a while, but couldn't help scratching his head and sighing, "Speaking of it, the time since I left school is actually not as long as I thought, but the memory of school seems to have been

It’s become very long ago.”

"Yes!" Harry couldn't help but recall when he heard this, "McMillan? I don't know how they are doing on the Change."

Because Ernie Macmillan used to be Maka's roommate, and Harry and the others have always been close to Maka, everyone still somewhat remembers the Hufflepuff boy.

Even now, Harry remembered that Ernie had invited Maka to his house for a dance one Christmas.

It's a pity that, as Ron said, after experiencing so many changes, the memories that were not so recent in the first place, now looking back, I find that they have gradually faded unconsciously.

Of course, at the moment, memories of MacMillan are only brought up by Harry and the others. On the other hand, Safina and the others are not so emotional.

In other words, since Ursula had a satisfying body after reaching this deal with Maka, she had said enough.

"Was the past really that good?"

While chewing the bread, Safina muttered something vaguely. The corner of her mouth was stained with jam without even realizing it, which made her look a little cute.

"This kind of thing always varies from person to person." Sarah chuckled and said, "But, I think it is better to have a better past? After all, everything we experience will eventually become the past.

'of."

Among everyone present, she was the only one qualified to say this. Although she had lived for so many years, it seemed that most of them were just wasting her time.

"Maybe!"

Safina curled her lips, but did not refute. She just hurriedly stuffed the remaining piece of bread into her mouth, then clapped her hands and stood up.

"Then what are you still procrastinating about? Get some rest early so that you can get up earlier tomorrow! If you clear out all the living corpses one day earlier, you can reduce the bad memories for one more day in the future, right?"

After saying this vaguely, she immediately turned around and walked up the stairs, apparently ready to go to bed - because she had one of her subordinates responsible for defense and the one who contributed the most during the day, Hermione did not give him any advice.

She assigned the duty of vigil.

"That's true," Harry shrugged and ate faster, "Hermione, remember to go to bed early and don't work too late."

"Um."

Hermione nodded casually, but her eyes were still staring at the pieces of manuscript paper placed in front of her. It seemed that she was still concentrating on the design of the magic text formation that Sarah had proposed previously.

And probably because of what Safina just said, everyone seemed to eat a little faster. After a while, everyone ended the relatively shabby dinner one after another, except for the one responsible for tonight

Except for Ron, who was keeping watch, everyone went upstairs.

Well! In fact, there is one exception, and that is Blois, who seems to have more conflicts in his heart recently.

"Sir, aren't you...going to rest?"

To be honest, Ron has actually never been very good at dealing with Willy's father. This was the case in the past, and perhaps even more so now. Because in the past, Blois was always more considerate when Maka was around, but now the situation is completely different.

It’s different.

"Why should I rest so early?" Blois sat by the window, looking at the night outside gradually seeping into the entire sky, and said calmly, "I haven't participated in a battle during the day, so I'm not tired."

Speaking openly about his inactivity made it difficult for people to focus on the surface. Just like Ron at the moment, he subconsciously began to wonder if there was any reason behind the other party's behavior that was concerning.

.

Of course, it's definitely not Ron's style to ask directly... In other words, he really isn't used to talking to Blois.

"oh."

He smiled awkwardly, and then turned his attention to the world outside the window.

Because of Safina's hard work during the day, it seemed very quiet at night. There were no living corpses wandering and noisy in the field of vision, which made people feel a lot more at ease. Even though the clouds were still gloomy and depressing, it still made Ron's heart rise.

There was a sense of inexplicable comfort.

It's right to think about it, this is the burrow, his home. Although after the reconstruction, some places are always different from the past, but with so many friends accompanying and guarding them, the feeling of home has not diminished much... I guess.

!

Ron held up the tea cup and took a sip quietly, letting the warmth flow down his throat and into his belly.

"Weasley, the night is still long... tell us about MacLean!"

Absolutely, said Blois.