harry potter book of crimes

The conference table in the tent of the camp command post was thrown into the tent next door, freeing up a large space to park the ice coffin that Ron brought back. And just around the ice coffin, at this moment,

There were many people sitting or standing, but almost everyone kept their mouths tightly closed and remained silent, making the air in the tent seem to gradually solidify.

Although there were many people in this tent, it was eerily quiet.

However, it is worth mentioning that the twin living corpses who followed Ron were also in the tent at this time. These two special siblings stood side by side between the ice coffin and the tent entrance.

On that small patch of ground, because everyone in the tent was still wary of them, and no one wanted to get too close to them, the siblings looked somewhat lonely at this time.

But... of course, no one will pity them, because they are living corpses! They are high-level living corpses! Even though I had roughly asked them about their purpose before letting them in, living corpses are still living corpses.

It is the natural enemy of mankind.

However, regardless of whether they were enemies or something else, in front of the ice coffin, everyone had obviously temporarily lost interest in paying attention to them. As long as these strange and suspicious twins of living corpses did not attack first, everything would be discussed later.

But how "backward" is this "Queen Rong"? The solemn atmosphere in this tent made even this pair of living corpses who had just formed some superficial emotions feel more and more depressed.

But since Ron made it clear to Hermione who was in the ice coffin and moved the ice coffin here, no one spoke.

I don’t know how much time passed before I saw Sarah, who was also standing in the crowd, suddenly took two steps forward. She waved her hand to wipe away the white frost on the ice coffin, and then looked deeply at the familiar line in the ice.

After taking one look at the figure, he raised his head again and turned to look at Hermione, who was standing in front of the ice coffin, still motionless until now, and said:

"Hermione, I think... the most important thing we should do now is to find out the complete cause of Mr. Maclean's death."

"Maka is not dead."

Perhaps because she hadn't spoken for too long, Hermione's voice became a little hoarse. But after hearing Sarah's words, she finally spoke, with an air of stubbornness, awkwardness, and even some willfulness and paranoia.

"How could Maka die? Maka is not dead, definitely not dead!"

"Hermione..."

Sarah looked at her with some pity, as if she was worried that she would be hurt by her tone, and was deliberately gentle and gentle. However, you still have to say what you should persuade, especially in this situation where everyone seems to have forgotten how to open their mouths.

when.

"You know, we - I, Miss Geofein, Mr. Blois, and Delphi - have all checked repeatedly. This is indeed...Mr. MacLean's body. There are fatalities on his body.

The injuries, the magic power fluctuations that are still involved, and the various tokens including his staff...Hermione, although we all understand that it is very difficult and painful to admit this fact, but...the more times like this, we...

...Especially you, you have to be stronger!"

After saying these persuasive words to Hermione, Sarah subconsciously glanced at Ron and the twin living corpses at the end of the ice coffin, with deep worries in her eyes.

In her opinion, the most urgent thing to face right now is the other thing mentioned by the two zombies just now.

As for the death of Maka in front of us... Indeed, this is a very shocking news. It not only hits everyone's heart, but also truly becomes the biggest loss we have suffered so far.

But even if you die, what else can you do? For Sarah, who has lived for so many years and has long been accustomed to separation and death, there seems to be nothing unacceptable about this.

"...but why?"

After saying that, Sarah took two steps back and returned to the crowd, but her eyes still fell back on the ice coffin in the middle. Suddenly, she raised her hand, lightly touched her cheek, and then

He lowered his hand again, gently twirling the slightly wet and greasy feeling between his fingers, feeling a little confused for a moment.

On the other side, Sarah's words didn't seem to have much effect. Except for Hermione's stubborn and blunt opening, nothing changed, and the tent soon became quiet again.

"Luna...Luna? You go and persuade Hermione? Otherwise she...Luna?"

In the corner of the tent, Hannah and Neville were standing together holding hands, and next to Hannah was Luna. After Sarah's persuasion just now, Hannah came back to her senses first - she seemed to

I want my good friend Luna to try to persuade Hermione again. After all, Hermione is indispensable in many aspects now, and she cannot be allowed to sink like this.

But after she called out twice and stretched out her hand to pull Luna beside her, she realized that Luna, who seemed to be quite calm on the surface, was actually in a more serious state of daze.

Hermione could at least say something, but Luna...

Just when Hannah was anxious and subconsciously wanted to find someone to take a look, suddenly, a particularly cold hand gently grabbed her palm.

"Luna?"

Yes, the owner of this cold little hand was Luna. Hannah could feel it trembling slightly.

And at this moment, another voice suddenly sounded from the crowd on the other side of the ice coffin.

"I agree with what Miss Hohenheim just said...Miss Granger, you must wake up."

As soon as he finished speaking, Harry, Ginny and others standing at the front all turned to look, and then unconsciously stepped aside, revealing Delphi standing at the end.

The words just now seemed to be what she said.

At this moment, Delphi's expression seemed to be quite calm, but her pair of slender eyebrows were frowned together as if they were about to be twisted together. Her delicate and beautiful face was pale, with not a trace of blood visible.

She didn't walk out of the crowd like Sarah, but still stood there, with one hand lightly placed on her chest, as if she was holding something, while the other hand hung down by her side, tightly holding the handle of her wand.

.

"Miss Granger, there are two high-level zombies here, as well as the invitation to cooperate and negotiate from the master of the zombies they brought. Although they don't seem to know about Mr. McClain..., their...

The owner obviously knows a lot of details. I couldn't see him last time when I went to London, so this time, I think we must meet - not only for Mr. MacLean, but also to understand the reasons behind the disaster...

…certain truths.”

Having said that, in fact, Delphi only cares about the former. The truth and so on are just excuses used to convince Hermione.

"Miss Granger?" Delphi pursed her lips and raised her voice a little.