harry potter book of crimes

Three days may seem very short to some people, such as Lu Ping and others who have had a smooth journey; but to others, it may seem too long, such as...the person who has been walking all these days.

Mr. John Stewart, who has been staying in Buckingham Palace, unable to do anything.

During these three days and nights, John often walked around the second-floor corridor on the west side, because after noticing the slightly moved curtains that day, he had been trying to figure out who lived in that room.

Because except for the living corpse girl Bai Ye, almost no one would take the initiative to pay attention to him, so John has become a lot more courageous these days. Except for the entrance hall, where he still doesn't dare to run around at all, there are many people in the palace.

He had already visited various places under the guise of taking a walk.

There was no one, and most of the rooms were empty. The only one that might be occupied by someone seemed to be the suspicious room with the curtains that had been slightly swayed.

But for some reason, no matter when he passed by, the door that should have corresponded to the window he saw was always closed. The more times he saw it, he felt that he was beginning to wonder if it was

I misjudged it. Maybe the curtains were just slightly moved by the wind at that time?

No! There must be someone there. The windows outside the curtains were closed at that time. Where did the wind come from in these rooms with only one window?

So to this day, he has more or less realized that if there is someone living in that room, then the other person may be deliberately avoiding him. After all, he has come so many times, as long as the other person knows how to

If you go out, you can always meet someone once or twice, right?

However, as an "alien" who was "invited" by the living zombies to stay here temporarily, it was obviously impossible for John to squat in this corridor. Coming here so frequently to try to create "accidental encounters" was all he could do.

It was so extreme that he even felt that he might have been noticed by the zombies because of his too deliberate actions.

"Since you don't want to see me... then just don't see me for the time being!"

In the room, John was leaning on the sofa and shook his head depressedly.

"You can't just go and knock on the door hastily. You don't even know who is there, whether it's an enemy or a friend! Now I'm just a bald bird locked in a cage, so I'd better be careful."

As he was thinking this, suddenly, some sounds came from far outside the window, interrupting his thoughts.

After a short pause, he stood up on the sofa, went to the half-open window and looked in the direction of the sound.

Naturally, there is a green garden outside the window. The most common thing there is the white night. It seems that she is studying human writing. She will often sit with a book picked from the library and sit with only weeds and withered flower stems.

I looked through the flower bed and read lightly. It was quite interesting even though I was stumbling while reading.

Three days ago, a new living corpse clan member came to this palace with few "residents". He would occasionally go there to keep Bai Ye company, and with Bai Ye's help, he learned to speak more stumblingly than her.

John didn't know what the use was of letting these living zombies learn human language, because he had learned from Bai Ye, who was relatively easy to talk to, that the living zombies didn't seem to need this kind of substantive language to communicate with each other.

. And these seemingly "useless" studies, in his opinion, are actually more like a way to kill time.

Is it just because you want to communicate with humans? Then why is this?

The longer he stayed here, the more he saw and thought, the more puzzles in John's mind became, which made him feel very uneasy and increasingly annoyed.

Today, of course, Bai Ye was still in the garden, and he saw the figure of the other party as soon as he looked out. Besides Bai Ye, the short "new resident" who seemed not even as tall as Bai Ye seemed to have just arrived.

The sound he heard was the sound of two people talking.

John didn't think much about it, thinking that Bai Ye's small class was about to start again, and he had no interest in getting involved. Because after trying to get in touch with him a few times in the first few times, he found that the "new face" was obviously not as willing as Bai Ye.

When he sees himself, he may even feel a little hostile - he doesn't want to bring trouble on himself at all!

After taking a casual look at the window, John was about to turn around and sit back on the sofa to continue his thinking. But at the moment when he took half a step back, from the corner of his eye, he saw the living corpse girl beside the flower bed suddenly stand up.

Come, he seemed to be a little excited and ran towards the door after him, and soon left his sight.

"what happens?"

John, who immediately realized that something might have happened, frowned, stood there and thought about it, and finally made up his mind and walked out of the room quickly.

There are four entrances to the garden downstairs from different directions. Judging from the direction Baiye and the others left, they should be heading towards the foyer. And this was actually the reason why John hesitated just now.

However, he still decided to follow and take a look.

There was still no one in the corridor, and the passage from upstairs to downstairs was naturally unobstructed. When he reached the entrance to the foyer, John stopped briefly, feeling a little hesitant in his heart.

He had no choice but to see that look that day that left a deep impression on him. If the guard at the entrance to the main hall was still there, should he go out?

It's a pity that Bai Ye and the two left from the garden very quickly. He didn't meet them when they came down. No one can tell him what happened and whether it's worth taking the risk to find out.

After hesitating for a moment, John finally gritted his teeth and walked out carefully from the half-open hall door in front of him.

"Well."

As soon as he took a step, John twisted his stiffened neck and glanced secretly to the left... No one was there... Wasn't that very scary guard not there?

John had the courage to glance a few more times in the shadows by the door. After confirming that he did not see anyone, he walked out of the door and turned back towards the door after a few steps.

There was no movement, and no one came to stop him. It seemed that no one was paying attention to his actions. It even seemed that no one cared whether he walked out of Buckingham Palace.

However, John, who had already reached the wide open front door, stopped when he was only two or three steps away from the door.

"Huh?"

A soft voice sounded outside the door, seeming to be confused and curious about John who suddenly appeared at the door.

"Who are you? Are you here to make friends too?"