harry potter book of crimes

"Please give me another glass of juice, thank you... Well, any flavor is fine, please, ma'am."

Holding a piece of pie with real ingredients in his hand, John nodded to the other person and expressed his gratitude with actions. Although this gratitude was somewhat hypocritical, here, John believed that every detail was meaningful.

Need to pay attention to.

Watching the so-called "lady" with four arms and six legs leave silently to get juice, John took a bite of pie and chewed it slowly while continuing to stare into space in a daze.

This is a restaurant, magnificent but deserted.

The person in charge of preparing food here is the "lady" who served him tea in the side hall earlier. To be honest, when John came in and saw her, he was not too surprised. Because he had already discovered that,

Nowadays, there are very few "people" in Buckingham Palace. So although it is not clear why, John probably already knows that he will probably not see too many non-repeating faces in the future.

As for the "lady" who is responsible for the food and beverages in the restaurant... Since the other party seems to be quite taciturn, John has already excluded the other party from the target candidates who can "communicate and test" from the beginning, so he

The other party actually didn't have much interest.

Even though the other person's appearance is definitely the most... well, how should I put it? The most special... no, perhaps it should be said more honestly here, among the people he has met since arriving in London today, it looks...

There is no living corpse that feels the most "disgusting".

But rather than wasting his efforts on a person who seemed completely unable to communicate with him, John was more willing to spend his energy on other breakthroughs at this time... For example, the floating curtain that he had glimpsed upstairs before.

At that time, after estimating that the room where the window was located should be on the corridor around the corner, John thought for a while and did not rashly try to confirm anything. The reason was actually mentioned just now, because he found the palace

The "people" inside are extremely rare - so that means that every "person" he can meet here deserves his careful treatment.

"despair."

Suddenly, there was a soft sound of the bottom of a cup touching the table, slightly interrupting John's thoughts.

"Oh, thanks."

He watched the other person put down a glass of juice, and then slowly backed away with the empty tray in one hand, without any additional reaction to John's thanks. John blinked, didn't say anything, just reached out and picked it up.

I took a sip of the full glass of what looked like orange juice.

The juice was not fresh. It flowed over the tip of the tongue, leaving a slight turbidity and astringency. John didn't care where the juice came from, because it was probably the original stock in Buckingham Palace. If you can drink it, just drink it.

And the "many-handed and multi-legged" living corpse lady didn't seem to have any intention of staying. She probably nodded slightly to John, and then walked in again "kick-kick-kick-kick-kick-kick-kick-kick-kick-kick-kick-kick-kick her head."

She walked through the side door in the corner of the dining room, perhaps going back to her kitchen.

A moment later, John, who was still in the restaurant eating pie with juice, vaguely saw a familiar figure that looked very scary flashing past the half-open side door. The "lady"...

There seemed to be something in one hand, and he was going somewhere else alone.

"Hmm...are you going to deliver food to someone else? Maybe the person who lives in 'that room'?"

Although I can't say that I am very sure, if I really guessed it right, then in other words... the person living in that room should not be a "living corpse" - now John finally understands that living corpses

Although this clan can also eat and even learn to make many desserts and delicacies, they have no dependence on these human foods.

Therefore, without eating anything and it will not affect survival and activities, these things that can only satisfy the appetite can probably only be classified as their little interests, right?

But humans are different. If they don't eat or drink, whether they are Muggles or wizards...or any other magical or non-magical creatures, they will die.

"Are they Miss Granger and the others from Hogwarts? If so, it means that the 'Miss Living Corpse' deceived me... and what does this mean? You don't want me to know this.

Are there other humans here?"

Although it is certainly impossible to infer anything based on this guess, and maybe even this guess is wrong - maybe the other party just sent some entertainment wine and food to their "owner"?

"It feels really bad to know nothing! Isn't there someone who can come over and talk to me?" John drank the orange juice in the glass, then smashed it in his mouth and said to himself.

After he finished speaking, there was still no one in the restaurant except for himself. The words that sounded like he was talking to himself seemed a little loud, and they echoed slightly in the huge hall, and then it became quiet again.

John looked around twice, then shook his head alone - is it really true that no one is spying on him?

"Maybe I still think of myself as too important." He shrugged and smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly.

After hurriedly finishing the pie on the plate, John did not wait for the scary-looking "lady" to return, and left alone from the main entrance of the restaurant. Not long after, the other party picked up the food again.

The basket passed by the side door, and when he saw that the restaurant was empty, he opened the door and walked in.

The round table where John was sitting just now contained a dinner plate with a little bit of dough left on it and an empty goblet. She calmly put them away, then put them both into the basket in her arm, and then turned around and walked out of the restaurant.

left.

When I opened the rattan dinner basket, I saw a pale head with dull eyes, occupying most of the space of the basket.

If John could see it, he would definitely find it very familiar, because the owner of this face is called "Manster Jonker".

…

When John walked out of the restaurant, he didn't wander around anymore, and he didn't even have the urge to give up his usual caution and run to a certain room to test something. He planned to go back to his room to rest.

However, on the way, he still stopped by the garden.

In fact, because most areas in the UK are now in a long period of darkness, and because the entire city of London has been frozen some time ago, most of the plants in the originally well-maintained and beautiful Buckingham Palace Gardens have long since

Withered and ruined.

In short, there's really nothing to see here.

Therefore, of course John is not here to enjoy the beautiful scenery, he just wants to have a good relationship with the living corpse girl "White Night" in front of him.

At least in his opinion, this "girl" is probably the easiest to contact here, isn't it?