harry potter book of crimes

The banquet started, it wasn't very lively, but it was worth being happy about.

All kinds of meals continue to appear on the long dining table, large and small plates are piled one on top of the other, and everyone's goblet is empty and full, full and empty... During this period, everyone may also really

Everyone needs an occasion like this to relieve stress and put a smile on their face for a little while longer.

Even the living corpses are actually like this. After all, everyone who can come here to participate in this dinner today is a high-level tribesman who has been given the right to joy, anger, sorrow, and joy.

The light cluster cast over the dining table during the white night shimmered with brilliant colors, complementing the candlelight on the table, illuminating everyone's faces into different colors. After looking at it for a long time, even John seemed to feel that he had always felt

The horrifying faces of living corpses are no longer so unacceptable.

I don’t know when, a burst of melodious music sounded in the restaurant, adding more beauty to the dinner.

"If only Percy were here."

Ron didn't say these words. He didn't want to disturb the rare relaxation time for everyone. But maybe it was the connection between brother and sister! When Ginny across from him caught a glimpse of his dazed expression, she seemed to have used it.

The Legilimency spell accurately captured Ron's fleeting thoughts, and then her eyes couldn't help but dim.

However, it would be fine if Ron was the only one who was slightly dazed. When the Weasley brothers and sisters almost invariably became depressed, how could Hermione and others who had been with them for so long not know that they were harmonious here?

What’s the reason for gradually drifting away from the atmosphere?

Emotions are contagious. After a while, the restaurant, which had just been clinking cups and cups with people, suddenly became deserted again. Only the sound of music that sounded like flying from an old gramophone was still in the hall.

There was a faint reverberation inside. It was originally a slightly cheerful tune, but now it seemed to be inexplicably warm and slightly cold to my ears.

John, who was at the banquet together, of course could not guess the thoughts that suddenly struck Hermione and the others at this moment, but he could actually roughly understand the meaning of this silence - something was lost in this disaster.

, and not just Miss Granger and others in front of me?

He was stunned, then subconsciously turned his head and glanced towards the main seat, and found that the "Lord of the Living Corpses" seemed to be thinking about something, but he couldn't understand the other person's expression.

After a slight hesitation, with a soft "chi" sound, John secretly retracted his gaze and stood up. When many pairs of eyes suddenly turned to him, he bowed slightly apologetically.

"I'm going to the bathroom."

…

When he came out of the restaurant, John let out a long sigh of relief. This was not because he couldn't stand the suddenly oppressive atmosphere inside, but because he wanted to make "them" inside think that maybe he just couldn't stand that kind of atmosphere.

He just found an excuse to run out because of the atmosphere.

He needs this excuse to do something...

The corridor was still quiet and empty, just like when he occasionally came to the restaurant to eat these days, but there were a few more differences - standing at the door and looking deep into the long corridor, there were all kinds of things along the way.

The crooked, different-depth footprints were the traces left by Ron when he lost control of his prosthetic leg and ran away.

"The floor below is probably completely shattered...and what happened to the legs?"

John stared at the messy carpet and thought for a while, but quickly shook his head. Now is not the time to think about this.

Casually avoiding some particularly obstructive potholes, John walked forward slowly to ensure that his footsteps did not sound suspicious.

There are some paintings hanging on both sides of the corridor, all of which are very good works. John is sure that they are all precious, but fortunately, there are obviously no magical portraits in them, and his actions and whereabouts will not be revealed afterwards.

He admired it casually as he walked, until he reached the door of the bathroom, then he cautiously walked past the door and continued walking forward.

After passing the end of the corridor, Ron's previous footprints returned here, and the wall facing the corridor was slightly damaged. John turned around and went downstairs, because the magic torches were no longer so dense, and the surrounding area became

It got dark.

In front is the kitchen, which is "her" territory, and John knows it very well. And since the other party has not appeared in the restaurant from beginning to end, and the various delicacies have never stopped during the dinner, it means that "she" must be in the kitchen

I am very busy here! Even now, probably.

"Right there."

From a distance, John saw the door in front of him that was open a crack, and light came out from the crack, leaving a stretched silver spot in the corridor with insufficient lighting.

He paused with his raised left foot in mid-air, and touched the handle of the wand with his right hand. For a moment, he was not sure whether he should cast a silencing charm or a disembodiment charm on himself.

No, to be more precise, what he was not sure about was whether he would disturb anything if he cast a spell here... Since arriving here, many things that were common sense now seem to have become unknown.

After hesitating for a short while, John finally let his hand leave the handle of the stick. After all, if he was just discovered like this, he could just use the excuse of walking around - it seemed that no one had restrained him from the beginning.

Isn't it? But if you are caught while wearing the Disguise Charm, it will not be so easy to get away with it.

With this thought, he simply relaxed and moved forward.

"Um?"

When passing by the crack in the door, John, who was still filled with anxiety, couldn't help but be startled, because he found that there seemed to be no one in the kitchen?

This time he only hesitated for a moment, and John, who had decided not to be so sneaky anymore, boldly leaned against the door and looked back and forth a few times.

There's really no one here.

The kitchen is very large, but the stainless steel countertop where many dishes should have been displayed was mostly empty. They were all gradually moved to the dining room during the banquet and entered everyone's stomach. John actually ate a lot.

, to be honest, it tastes very good.

It's just that he doesn't have time to think about whether the food is delicious or not, because the female living corpse that impressed him so deeply is not staying well in the kitchen, which makes him feel very uneasy.

It was as if... it was as if at the next moment, "one of the other's hands" would reach out from behind him and gently put a hand on his shoulder.

Thinking of this, John couldn't help but turn around——

Fortunately, there was still no one in the dark corridor except him.