harry potter book of crimes

What does it feel like to be in a nightmare that is difficult to wake up from? This is actually not too unfamiliar to Tia, who was only twelve years old at the time. In fact, it has been a long time since she spent an entire life with her.

It had only been about a year since I left the orphanage of my childhood and entered life in Ilvermorny.

Speaking of which, she hadn't even really adjusted her mentality to get rid of the shadow of the past, otherwise she wouldn't have had this trip to New York where she skipped school for no reason.

However, compared to the days when I was bullied in the orphanage, the current situation is obviously much more serious!

Tia felt very scared - probably because she had not studied well in the past year. The newly acquired identity of a witch did not seem to play any role in this crisis. So now, before

After those figures passed by, huddled in the corner and hugging her knees tightly became the only thing she could do.

This kind of...this kind of fear and uneasiness of curling up and hiding in the darkness and confinement, unable to wait for the pain to come, this kind of anxiety and depression that seems to make even the air thick and suffocating, is it any different from the past?

"In the final analysis, I am just a bed bug who can be stepped on at any time. In the orphanage, in the magic school, in New York, the result is the same... No one can save me, God and Sister Talisa

They can't save me, Ilvermorny and Mr. Stewart can't save me, and neither New York nor Alyssa...because, because I have no qualifications or value to be redeemed!"

In this cold prison where she couldn't even see her fingers, the petite and thin Tia would only hug her body tightly, and then tremble slightly in fear, inferiority and self-abasement. She was talking to herself in her heart, counting silently.

Those who have reached out to help themselves and conveyed kindness to themselves no longer even try to distinguish whether those kindnesses are true or false.

Is that important? No, it actually doesn't matter to Tia at all, because even if it's just false kindness, it's warm and beautiful enough in her feelings.

Then the warmth will eventually fade away and leave, and I can only continue to hide in the darkness and taste the bone-chilling coldness that is even more cruel because of the contrast while the remaining warmth is still there.

Who can be blamed for this? Obviously not, the only thing that can be blamed is my own cowardice and powerlessness.

"This is my destiny."

In the end, Tia's chaotic mind gradually only contained this sentence, but it became impossible to get rid of.

Until, the sound of footsteps sounded faintly from outside the iron gate again.

"Here... again? Who is it this time?" Tia was shocked all over and couldn't help but shrink back to the corner, "The person before said that it will be my turn soon, so...

…Is it me?”

Because of the darkness in the dungeon and the obstruction of the thick walls, she still doesn't even know how many other prisoners like herself are around her. For her, everything she has to face next seems to be...

Unknown.

So, since you don’t know anything and can’t do anything, then… you just have to give up, right?

So when the footsteps gradually approached and reached the aisle outside, Tia completely closed her eyes that had been hidden behind her messy hair and gave up thinking.

"Ta...ta...ta..."

"Clang!"

"Oh, dear, are you waiting obediently? Then... let's go..."

Fragmented sounds lingered in my ears, and then there was a cold touch on my arm. It was a dry and strong palm, and it pinched the arm with great force, which was very painful.

"Well."

Tia could feel that she was being dragged up from the ground quite roughly, and her thin body seemed like just a toy under the other person's strength. She staggered a few times, subconsciously trying to follow the other person's strength, but she couldn't.

It soon became apparent that this move was in vain.

"clang!"

"ah."

Her ankle probably hit the half-opened cell door, which was so painful that Tia almost shed tears. In order to no longer feel this unnecessary pain, Tia honestly allowed the other party to drag her mercilessly, even if she was naked.

My heels still hurt when they rubbed against the rough ground, but at least it was tolerable.

That’s it! Whatever you want!

Under the slight illumination that was probably caused by the glowing spell of the wand, the cells on both sides finally took shape. If you look carefully, you might be able to see the figures of some people who were also imprisoned here. But at this time, Tia was still closed.

My eyes were no longer interested in caring about the surrounding situation.

She just hoped that no matter what was going to happen next - even if she was going to die today - it would be all over as soon as possible.

"Well."

It seemed that after passing a corner, Tia's calf hit the corner or something again, causing her to groan.

"Oh, I'm sorry, dear, it seems to hurt you again? But don't worry, it will be there soon, it will be there soon... When the master has personally checked your qualifications, we can truly become a family..."

The hoarse and unpleasant voice was still muttering something, as if it was talking to Tia, or just talking to herself. Tia didn't listen carefully, and just let the nightmare go on by itself.

I don't know how long it took - the opponent was walking very fast, so maybe it didn't take long before Tia felt as if she had stopped. The skin on the heel had already been worn out, and maybe it was dripping with blood at this moment, and the wound was burning.

The pain was so intense that she couldn't tell whether she had stopped or not.

"Click... click... click..."

There was a sound like the lock cylinder turning and the hinges opening and closing, followed by a tooth-softening sound of opening the door.

The man dragged Tia into a heavy iron door, then waved the wand with his backhand to close the door. With a muffled "bang", he was left behind. Tia, who was almost completely empty-headed at this moment

I finally realized that I might have been taken out of the dark prison before.

"Well."

Tia, who had regained consciousness somewhat, began to open her eyes. Suddenly, light came in from the gap in her eyelids that gradually opened. The light was a bit dazzling, which made Tia's eyeballs feel a slight pain as she had already adapted to the darkness, but she still

I endured the pain and tears oozing out of my eyes and looked around.

What appeared in her constantly shaking field of vision was a gallery-like corridor. Almost every painting hanging on the wall was of dynamic figures and scenery, similar to those she had seen in Ilvermorny.

It's the same. It's just that there are portraits staring at her in some paintings, with fierce and cold eyes, so she subconsciously avoids them.

But in short, this place is no longer in the dark prison area.