harry potter book of crimes

The prosperous London of the past is still wrapped in ice, like a huge piece of clear amber, freezing everything here in a certain moment.

In recent days, many living corpses have been gradually digging under the leadership of high-level kin, trying to reopen some roads to some usable buildings in this city of icicles - after all, the ice city here was originally

They were quickly poured and frozen by heavy rains. Many buildings are not filled with ice and can be used for normal living with a little cleaning.

However, because the ice that is condensed according to the rules in the city is extremely hard, even if it is only necessary to dig out a passage, it is not an easy task, so the progress of digging seems a bit slow.

However, at this moment, in the depths of this extremely solid ice, there is a tall figure wandering among it. Every time he takes a step, the solid ice blocking him automatically melts away like spring snow, and then

As he walked, a long and winding ice cave as tall as a person gradually formed behind him.

I don’t know how long this figure walked in the ice like this, but suddenly he finally stopped for a moment. After looking left and right thoughtfully, I saw him stretching out his broad palm with sharp claws.

, lightly wiping it on one side of the ice wall that had re-frozen in just a moment.

Through the small piece of ice that was wiped away, the city outside, still frozen in endless ice, immediately came into view.

This was originally the corner of a certain commercial pedestrian street - the colorful shops on both sides of the street were silently depicting the past style of this place. To say that when London was frozen that day, this place actually no longer belonged to those who created all this and made it happen.

Ordinary Muggles lived quietly here, but to this day, the traces they left have not faded away.

The figure in front of the ice wall stared here for a long time, then suddenly raised his hand and waved. In an instant, the ice on the entire street corner in front of him melted and disappeared quickly, and finally it was no longer covered by the ice, completely revealing its original appearance.

And the next second, as if he had been here before, he stepped onto the pedestrian street that he had reopened and walked straight to the street rest area with an awning at the corner.

The plastic round tables that were once placed here had been destroyed in an unknown battle, and there were only some incomplete wreckage and fragments left on the ground. He glanced down and found that there was a folding back chair still there.

When it was ready, he bent down, lifted it up, opened it, and put it in place, then turned around and sat down on the street.

"Click."

How could his inhuman weight be something that this weather-beaten folding chair could withstand? With a crisp sound, the seat beneath him cracked and collapsed in an instant. Perhaps even it itself didn't expect that it would be in trouble.

In this disaster that hit the whole country, I managed to stay intact, but I still couldn't escape.

The figure reacted very quickly. At the moment when the chair cracked, he moved his feet and instinctively regained his balance without falling. However, after being stunned for a moment, he was only slightly helpless.

He shook his head and then simply sat down on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, he looked at the dilapidated and deserted streets in front of him as the ice melted away, as if he was lost in some memory.

Time is still passing slowly bit by bit, and the ice that seems to have frozen the entire city cannot stop its progress. The light transmitted from the top of the icicle gradually becomes dim, and this is the only thing left.

The dead street corner was covered with a faint layer of sunset.

It was at this moment that a series of inaudible footsteps gradually came from the ice cave not far away where he came from, and then, another figure walked out of it.

"Owner."

The person who came was the living corpse girl, one of the twins. After going to the palace to convey the master's will to Hermione and others, she went to guide the tribe as usual and was busy for a while, and then searched all the way back.

Arrive at the owner's side.

"Um."

The figure sitting on the ground responded casually.

The zombie girl felt that compared to the master who usually sat on the throne in the main palace, the fierce power on him at this moment was faintly weakened. Instead, there was a kind of peace and indifference that she had never felt before.

After a moment of hesitation, the zombie girl came back to her senses and spoke again:

"I have already told the human guests what the master ordered, including Mr. John Stewart - he stayed in his room most of the time today, and I made a special trip to find him to tell him alone."

After talking about the serious matter that needed to be reported, and seeing the figure in front of her who was still looking at the street scene gently nodding her head, she turned around and said:

"...In addition, when I passed by the hall, my brother told me that one of the new guests had gone to his place alone and asked to see the owner."

Hearing this, the figure who had never made any movement moved slightly, turned his head slightly and looked at her and said:

"which one?"

"My brother said that he calls himself 'Severus Snape'." The living corpse girl said, and then paused before adding, "The gentleman also said, Master, after you hear his name,

, maybe you’ll want to see him.”

However, the master in front of her did not show any strange expression either when he heard the name or when he heard the words that followed her.

He just retracted his gaze, and then turned to the street in front of him again, and said calmly:

"I see."

The master is indeed the same master, as if he is in control of everything at all times, and will never be surprised by anything happening - the living corpse girl couldn't help but think in her heart.

So she didn't say anything more, just shut her mouth and stood aside, silently admiring this lonely street corner without the ice shroud along with her master.

It wasn't until the light slowly dimmed and another night was about to fall that the figure sitting on the ground stood up again with his knees in his hands. His eyes inadvertently passed over a broken shop window not far away, and one of them might be the upper part of the window.

A red and green scarf with a snowflake pattern left there at Christmas was hanging on the edge of the shelf, dirty and inconspicuous at all.

He didn't look any further and quickly took steps towards the direction he came from.

"Let's go!"

"Okay, my master."

The zombie girl didn't notice her master's last glance. She immediately followed him obediently and left the street corner behind her master's tall figure.

Then the ice came back and once again sealed the street corner, leaving only the broken folding back chair in the corner. Maybe you still remember that a tall figure who broke it once came there alone.