harry potter book of crimes

After the rain, St. Martins Island is a bit fresher than in the past. The leaves and branches are still hung with unfinished water drops, shining with crystal brilliance in the morning light. The island is not big, and the sea in the distance does not need to be seen.

You can vaguely see it when you look at it, and it is sparkling with the breeze from the sea.

It's just a pity. If it had been sunny this day, it would have been a wonderful picture of wind and sunshine. But the weather these days is either raining or preparing to rain. Even if the rain has just stopped,

The sky was still gloomy and it was difficult to see a clear sky.

At this moment, Hermione and Delphi were walking under this unpleasant gloomy sky, wanting to take a walk to adjust their uneasy mood before the upcoming tomorrow.

The dirt road under their feet was muddy, but neither of them felt much of it. It could be seen that the mud in their hearts was far worse than this small country road.

"Delphi?"

After walking for a long time, among the two people who had always remained silent, someone finally couldn't bear to break the increasingly obscure atmosphere between them.

"Yeah." Delphi responded.

"Delphi," Hermione continued cautiously after seeing her response, "You...you seem to know a lot more about Maca than I do - it should have been like this from a long time ago.

Of course, although I am curious and concerned, I also know that you and Maka must have your reasons for not telling me and everyone else some things... To be honest, even if I can't completely believe you, at least I still believe in Maka.

Card selection...so I won’t have to chase you and ask you about some things.”

At this point, Hermione paused for a moment, and when Delphi saw this, she just said "hmm" softly.

After hearing this, Hermione couldn't help but reveal a wry smile, shook her head and then continued:

"But...Delphi, isn't there even one thing you can tell me? For example, that time you asked to go to London, I remember you mentioned that Maka might be in London.

, Thinking about it now, it seems that you have already had the relevant speculation that Maka is the Lord of the Living Corpses since then, right?"

After saying this, there was silence between the two for a while. Delphi didn't say anything immediately. She just stopped and thought for a few seconds, then suddenly raised her head and looked around.

There are two small villages on St. Martins Island, one in the west and one in the east. The names of these two villages are also very simple. According to the terrain, they are called "Low Town" and "High Town" respectively.

At this moment, Hermione and Delphi were walking in Gao Town, which is relatively close to the wasteland to the east. There were some not-dense farms and houses on both sides of this dirt road, as well as one or two scattered small shops.

It has rained frequently in recent days, and the way in and out of the island has been lost. The villagers are staying at home, and naturally none of these shops are open.

Delphi caught a glimpse of a small dilapidated bar on the roadside. On the surface, it looked just like the nearby houses. Only an old wooden sign with a wine glass hanging under the eaves made the identity of the place unclear.

Looking through the window, you can see that the owner of this small bar is cleaning up some remains of cups and plates that were probably left by the noise last night. It seems that the villagers of Gao Town have nowhere to go these days. This bar

The bar's business is actually much more prosperous than usual.

After taking a glance, Delphi turned to look at Hermione and said:

"Sit down and talk?"

"There's no need to disturb others, right?"

Hermione was a little hesitant. After all, she had just chosen this island as the location to negotiate with the Lord of the Living Corpses, and she had always felt sorry for the Muggle residents on the island. If a battle broke out, these residents would probably be the most unlucky.

of the party.

However, the wasteland on the east side of St. Martins Island was flat and open, which was very suitable for setting up a large rune array. During the past three days, she did not have many better choices.

However, after the first thought of not wanting to disturb the residents passed, Hermione's eyes briefly glanced at the beer mug on the sign, and for some reason she suddenly wanted to drink a cup of fragrant butterbeer.

I don't know if there is one here.

Thinking about this, Hermione finally nodded and said softly:

"Oh well!"

"Click."

The small bar, which had been closed early this morning, once again opened its door to this special pair of guests. Delphi took the lead and walked into the door, stepping on the old wooden floor and making a "crunch" sound.

Sound softly.

"Confuse the audience——"

Before the bar owner who was cleaning the table could say anything subconsciously, a confusion spell fell on him, and the Muggle owner with two mustaches froze there.

Hermione, who came in behind, saw this, pursed her lips slightly, and then hesitantly said:

"Boss, do you have butterbeer here?"

…

This small bar opened in the island town does not have butterbeer, which is natural. After all, you can make this drink at home, and the island residents are also accustomed to a slow-paced and hands-on life. The shops on the island -

—Including this bar, they only bring in things from outside the island that the residents of the island cannot make on their own.

Hermione and Delphi sat on the seats by the window, each taking a sip of wine that they had never drank before, and it was quiet for a while.

Hermione was waiting, and Delphi seemed to be waiting for something too.

After a while, I saw Delphi subconsciously touching something hanging close to her chest, and then she slightly lowered her eyes and said quietly:

"Miss Granger, I remember I said before that there are some things that I cannot say. I know that it may not be fair to you. After all, what are you trying to do these days?

, I also see it."

"It doesn't matter." Hermione shook her head, put down the wine glass in her hand, and smiled more or less reluctantly, "Just like before, no one dared to call Voldemort by his name. At first, I just thought it was people's name.

Fear - many people seem to think so. But in fact, Voldemort also studied the magic of names. He put a curse on his own name... This is probably why people started to avoid his name.

The original reason. So if you don’t want to say it, I can at least understand it.”

There are actually many things like this in the history of magic, so in the magic world, the word "secret" often means more than just the secret itself, and there may be a hidden danger of losing one's life.

"At least you definitely don't have any ill intentions towards me or all of us, because you are Maka's friend." Hermione said at the end.