harry potter book of crimes

"...Please rest here for a while. I will ask the tribe to bring you some food and drinks... You may know that our tribe does not need to eat, but the master will occasionally taste some of your human food. There is a place in the storage room.

There are still some reserves on the side. Oh, if you feel bored, you can also go for a walk - the master has told us before leaving that you are honored guests, so you cannot be sloppy, and we are not allowed to sit on anything that restricts your movement."

When the living corpse who claimed to have worked in Diagon Alley sent everyone to a wing of Buckingham Palace, he left temporarily, leaving Hermione and the others sitting in a corner of this former royal room.

, looking at all the magnificence around him, he couldn't help but feel a little dazed for a moment.

"Hermione, do I...do you want to go check around?"

Seeing that there were obviously no living zombies to monitor the surroundings, Harry hesitated. Originally, according to the plan, he should have explored in the invisible state in order to find some possible secrets of the living zombies.

However, I met the Lord of the Living Corpses once before, and was almost frightened back to the team. But now, I was a little at a loss because of the particularly "tolerant" attitude of the living zombies.

In addition, the thought that the Lord of the Living Corpses was probably Maka kept lingering in his mind, and he really didn't know what to do.

"Well," Hermione frowned and shook her head, "Anyway... let's sit down for a while! The zombie just said he would send something over, at least wait until he comes."

"……good."

After Harry paused for a few seconds, he nodded and responded.

Then the huge side hall suddenly became quiet again.

In fact, many people in the team are still thinking about what the living zombie who brought them here just said - if they remember correctly, this may be the first person they have encountered who still retains

A living corpse with some clear memory fragments of his life. Although everyone only vaguely remembers that Flourishes and Blotts Bookstore did seem to have such a clerk who worked there for a period of time.

…

Let's rewind the time slightly. Just as Hermione and her group had just entered the city and were still walking to Buckingham Palace, the living corpse said something casually——

"Actually, I don't remember it very clearly, but I do remember Flourish and Blotts Bookstore. It seemed that school was about to start and the bookstore needed people, so I went there to work part-time... Why do I still remember it?

, maybe because... At that time, a batch of magic books that were difficult to deal with were brought into the store - I don't know which professor at Hogwarts specifically specified that it was necessary to use the kind of books that bite people. It was really scary.

Yes! I was bitten badly at that time... Haha, now that I think about it, it doesn’t seem too pleasant to be able to remember these memories."

"Oh, don't take it too seriously. I don't remember any of the guests... You said you might have met me? No, I don't know... I only have some fragments left in my head."

"Well... I used to be a wizard who lived a very useless life. My family conditions were not good, and life seemed to be quite difficult. I don't know if it was because I didn't have a father since I was a child. At least in my memories, I only have a sick mother...

…But I can’t find a long-term job and my life is difficult…”

"Actually, I occasionally think that there may be many tribesmen in this world who can retain some memory fragments - just like me. Because you know what? I crawled out of the cemetery with the first batch of tribesmen.

The birth process seems a little different... The master said that maybe I died before the 'disaster' you mentioned happened, and I just got lucky and got this opportunity."

"Yes, the master also said that people like me may retain some memory fragments from their lives, and are more likely to have wisdom and more complete emotions... I don't know why, after all, I didn't seem to be

He is a smart human being, but he can hardly be considered smart now... You are calling us 'living corpses', right? It's a very appropriate title, but I don't think we all like it."

"...Huh? The name of the professor who ordered the book is 'Hagrid'? Oh, I'm sorry, I have no impression... But again, don't pay too much attention to it, after all, I don't miss that kind of life very much. If there is still

If tribesmen like me existed, maybe they would care more about their past lives, but I personally don't care much... As you know, I didn't live well before. In order to buy magic potion for my mother to cure her illness, sometimes I would

I will still be hungry. But now, at least I won’t be hungry anymore.”

"Of course my mother passed away... It doesn't matter, it's just that fate made a difficult choice for me that I was too weak to make. Her illness was too serious, and she would probably only be tortured while she was alive. Maybe for her, leaving

It's a relief...but she can't let go of me, and I can't let go of her."

"I don't know, I don't remember anything related to other people, and I didn't seem to have much contact with other people before."

Ever since the living corpse suddenly opened his mouth to talk about his life, he who was originally taciturn seemed to have been opened up to talk a lot. His words may not all fit together.

It shows that his memories are indeed only fragments, and he can't remember much intermittently.

But it's obvious that he really wants to keep these in his heart...or maybe only their "master" has ever listened to them. However, if some things are kept in his heart for too long, the more he will tell them.

desire.

In fact, most living corpses are not able to control their own desires. For their own reasons, they often have stronger desires and mobility. This living corpse that still retains some memories that once belonged to humans is obviously also

so.

However, his desire was just to express his desire, and he did not need Hermione or the others to do anything else for him. Once he had finished speaking all the words that had accumulated in his heart, he left without taking any dust with him.

It was as if, at that moment, the past was completely cut off.

This made Hermione and the others feel a little uncomfortable, and they couldn't tell what it was like. Maybe it was because they were reluctant to let a former human being turn to the living corpse, or maybe it was for some other reason.

In short, it was precisely because of this zombie that everyone seemed a little silent. After a while, the zombie came back again, and everyone cheered up again... Hermione seemed to want to say something to him.

What.