harry potter book of crimes

Luna was sitting in front of the ice coffin in a daze.

Because everyone was busy today, no one came to disturb her daze. This was good, because she needed more time to daze and just think about random things based on her own intuition.

For example, she really wanted to know what Maka was doing and thinking now, and what exactly she should say when she saw him again soon.

For another example, she also wants to know if she has some responsibilities and should do something that she actually doesn't want to do.

Luna is not Hermione. She usually doesn't make many strict plans for her actions, and even her thinking is different from ordinary people. She just follows her intuition and then comes to a conclusion.

"Maka...if it were mother, what would she do?" Luna stretched out her hand, gently brushed away the hoarfrost on the ice coffin, looked at the lifeless figure inside, and murmured, "I

I feel that my mother should only tell me that these are small things...because my mother always believes that only doing research is the real big thing."

Luna actually knew very well that her mother, who died young, was not a great genius witch, just like she had always understood that her father who wrote "The Quibbler" was not always right.

But she would rather believe every article her father said, because her father wanted her to believe it. Therefore, when she saw Maka, who had transformed into a demon and the Lord of Living Corpses, sitting in front of her with a deliberately unfamiliar attitude, she

He also decided to continue to believe in Maka, and even hoped that Hermione and the others would do the same.

In this way, father will be happy, and Maka...should also be happy, right?

"ha--"

Touching the ice coffin made her palms become a little cold. Luna retracted her hand and breathed a sigh of relief. But her eyes did not move. She always stayed on the ice with frost marks wiped off, looking through the ice head.

Go to the warm gaze.

That look did not melt the ice coffin, but the ice coffin melted her heart.

After staring for a long time, frost accumulated on the small piece of ice, covering the profile of the face in the ice coffin. Then with a series of slightly chaotic footsteps, the tent curtain was lifted, and Hermione waited.

People came in from outside.

"Luna?"

Because of Luna's confirmation on St. Martins Island, everyone no longer paid attention to the ice coffin, but they didn't expect Luna to come here and stare at it in a daze.

"Hermione."

Luna turned her head and showed a brisk smile to Hermione and others who walked into the tent.

"I miss dad a little bit...what about you?"

The family was destroyed, and so was the hometown, but at least many family members were still there. And even the Weasley family, who lost Percy, knew that as long as there was even one family member alive, they were the ones who could persevere.

power.

Of course Hermione is like this too, no exception.

"I think so too," Hermione nodded, "I have taken the time to ask Professor Lupin and the others before. Everyone is doing well. At least there is no danger for the time being."

After Luna heard this, she couldn't help but nodded slightly, but then she changed her subject and said a little confusedly:

"Maka is family to us too."

"Uh, um, yeah!"

Hermione was stunned, wondering why Luna suddenly said that and what she meant specifically. But just by saying this, she naturally didn't feel wrong.

After thinking about it, she felt that she had understood Luna's thoughts, and immediately nodded and said:

"Yes, Maka will definitely make it clear to us afterwards."

After saying that, she reached out and helped Luna up from the ground, pulled her to the chair next to her and let her sit down.

"Don't get too close, the ice coffin is too cold."

After saying this, Hermione took the other friends who came in with her and walked inside. It seemed that they were going to get together to discuss some plan again.

Luna didn't say anything else, she just sat there and watched Hermione discuss with everyone from a distance. She opened her mouth several times, but never really spoke.

In the end, she stopped looking at everyone who was making plans to return to England, and just focused her attention again on the ice coffin not far away.

The package was still covered with frost, and there were traces of cold air, making it impossible to see what was inside. But Luna seemed to be able to see the figure, and the familiar face had a more familiar look.

of peace.

It's like saying, it's okay, don't worry.

…

On the west coast of Denmark, somewhere on the rugged coast, a tall figure stands. This figure is as dark as the "Greed" incarnated by Maka, as strong as it is, as majestic as it is, and its appearance is different, but it is also the same.

Pretty much the same.

The only difference is that he is missing an arm.

Of course, if it's just one arm, it doesn't matter much to him, even the difference in strength won't be much.

Because he is Haierbo, the despicable Haierbo, he never thinks that pure fighting ability is the whole of strength. Even in terms of fighting ability alone, few people in this era can match him.

However, during this period of time, he only felt aggrieved.

So even though his living corpses had spread across the sea from Denmark to the Netherlands, he still stayed on the coast where he first arrived and did not follow them.

He just stands here every day, like a human sculpture, looking at the other side of the sea from a distance.

That's where "greed" lies.

The sea in front of him was sparkling, reflecting dazzling brilliance against the sunlight. The scene was wonderful, but it couldn't take away half of his attention. The salty sea breeze blew around him day and night, and he didn't know whether it was cold or cold.

Warm.

Because he doesn't care.

Now there are only two people he cares about, one is Maka McClain and the other is Kern.

What is worth mentioning is that there are still many figures standing next to him at this moment, no less than a hundred people. These are all the subordinates he recreated here.

It's a pity that even if he has so much power reserve, he still can't move anything. He can only stand here looking at the continent opposite and wait silently. Because the man doesn't agree and the lady doesn't agree.

"Ms. Kern...how long do I have to wait?"

Haierbo stood in front of the reef and murmured to himself in a gloomy whisper, but his words could not reach Hogwarts Castle or the place on the other side where he wanted to go.

"Damn...McLean."

Haierbo felt that he hated that inexplicable boy even more, but at the moment there was really nothing he could do against him.

As for the witch Kern...he didn't dare to have any opinions about her, let alone show any disrespect.

So he could only continue to wait.

The waves hit the rocks heavily, causing large splashes of water.