harry potter book of crimes

"...The Stewart family is the foundation of Ilvermorny in the United States that has remained standing for so many years. Although Ilvermorny was founded mainly because of the Irish immigrant witch Isolt Thayer, but

It is her Muggle husband, James Stewart, who has kept this school alive to this day. The Stewart family...or rather the 'masonry's workshop' produces unique wands that are used by every new student in Ilvermorny.

The standard equipment, and wands are rarely replaced by wizards without any reason... You can also bring these wands to your master. With his ability, I think he should be able to see some problems.

"

In the room, Sarah said this while pointing towards the table next to her. On the table, there were about ten wands that were still in good condition and were piled there slightly scattered, like a pile of useless wands.

of firewood.

After the "lady" with the deformed living corpse following her silently stepped forward and swept all the wands into the empty meal basket hanging on her arm, Sarah took a few more steps forward.

She came to the pile of fragmented corpses in the center of the room. Although her feet had obviously stepped into the semi-solidified black and red blood around the pile of corpses, she did not move at all, apparently not caring about this filth.

She leaned over slightly, stretched out her hand to grab and lift the intact head, then turned around and handed it to the person behind her.

"But the most problematic person in this team is this person - his name is 'Manster Jonker', he is a wand-making master specially hired by the Stewart Family Research Institute. Before joining the research institute, he worked at

The American magic world is quite famous. Because he is quite strong, I think he should be the leader of this team... However, after checking his body, I found that he was controlled by someone——

Maybe it's the Soul Imperius Curse, or at least similar soul magic. Your master is better at this than I am, so I won't say more."

While Sarah was speaking, the other party had already taken the head from her hand and put it into the meal basket on hand. However, in response to Sarah's words, the other party was as silent and dull as usual.

From the beginning to the end, she never said a word, which made people suspect that she was a mute among the living corpses.

Of course, Sarah had no curiosity about whether the other party was mute. After doing this series of things, she waved her hand casually and said:

"Okay, I've told you what I know, and I've given you the most questionable clues I've examined. When you have time later, take away the corpses you piled up here again, and remember to leave the floor as well.

I clean it up and that’s it.”

After saying that, Sarah didn't say anything more, she turned around and walked out of the room door, and soon left alone, as if she didn't mind leaving the other person alone in her room at all.

And soon, the living corpse lady also walked out of the house and went straight to the stairs along the corridor. Before leaving, she didn't forget to close the door of Sarah's room.

Not long after, in Ron's room, Sarah, who had just sat down and picked up her fork, suddenly heard a series of footsteps passing from left to right in the corridor outside, and she couldn't help but pause slightly.

It seems that in her heart she doesn't actually care as much as she showed in front of the other party before.

"Miss Hohenheim?"

"It's okay, don't worry about her, just eat quickly!"

"Uh...oh."

…

Of course, others have no way of knowing what Sarah is thinking...at least with Ron's wisdom, they probably can't guess it;

On the other hand, no one else would know what John was thinking about at this time. But this is not the result of his thinking too deeply. It is because...at least so far, no one cares about it.

his thoughts.

However, John, who is not cared about by others, can be regarded as an elite among modern wizards after all. He usually seems very unreliable, but he also has his own reserve, his own sense of responsibility, and he is also responsible for the mission.

Entering this place.

Regardless of whether others pay attention to it or not, he himself obviously has his own purposes and goals.

"Does anyone really care what I do?"

John's muttering was not without reason. Because when he secretly said this, the tip of his wand was pressed against a strange-shaped gemstone. As soon as he chanted the spell, the palace would immediately

It will be completely enveloped by a powerful curse magic.

He didn't dare to say how much of a threat this curse would pose to the living corpses here - especially the "master" with mysterious strength - but no matter what he thought, it should at least produce some due consequences here.

Influence.

However, until now, he has not seen anyone appear to stop him!

After a moment, John had to move the wand away slightly, then sank back and leaned heavily into the soft sofa behind him.

This is the greatest test he can make at present. If this is not enough, do you want him to actually recite the magic spell and release some substantial magic waves? No, that is nothing at all.

"Testing", but provoking forcefully, is asking for death!

"Hiss..." John, who was leaning on the sofa, couldn't help but take a deep breath, and then resumed his usual lazy energy, mumbling to himself vaguely, "Well, maybe... this is good.

.”

Since he does not seem to be taken seriously by the living corpses here, doesn't it mean that he will have more opportunities to act at will?

To be honest, when he returned to the room and started testing this time, he was already a little worried from the moment he made the decision. He would never take such a risk again!

Unfortunately, when he thought about it, the truth turned out to be cruel. In fact, ever since he stepped into the disaster-stricken UK, adventure has become his only companion.

"well--"

John sighed to himself. After resting for a while, John stood up from the sofa again, reached out to put away the gemstone on the coffee table in front of him, and then picked up the cup and poured out the drink he had poured earlier, which had already warmed up a bit.

He raised his neck and drank the boiled water in one gulp.

Immediately afterwards, he was seen lifting his legs and walking towards the door again.

"She just said that another member of her tribe will come into the city...Should I go and take a look?" Just talking to himself, John gradually walked away in the corridor outside the door.

In this Buckingham Palace, which he was completely unfamiliar with.