harry potter book of crimes

Sunrise, sunset, the same scene repeats itself every day. After seeing it too much, most people will subconsciously ignore it and only immerse themselves in daily life that is closely related to them.

And then occasionally... just occasionally! Occasionally I would look up in the early morning or dusk, and then while admiring the majesty and splendor of nature, I would turn my head again and integrate into my own life again.

Maka, of course, is no exception - at least that's what he has always thought.

Most of the people who had gathered in the central tent during the day had left at this moment. Including Hermione and the others, after discussing whether Maka would disappear midway again, they all did what they should.

Things have been done.

Maka came back after everyone left one after another. When he came in, Sarah was the only one in the tent who was still sitting in the shadow of the corner, whittling wood by herself.

“The sunset is so beautiful.”

He sat on a chair not far from the tent door with his back against the round sand table. The golden sunlight from outside shone in slantingly, and part of it fell on the skin of the back of his hands folded on the back of the chair.

The warmth seems to drive away all the darkness in my heart.

Looking over the top of the tent where the group of living corpses were on the opposite side, he could see the black and gray clouds across the strait in the distance, but what was more visible at this time was the golden-red sunset filtering through from the left. That brilliant light from the sun

The brilliance, even the clouds and mist originating from endless sin, are inevitably stained with a layer of crimson.

"Sarah, why don't you come and bask in the sun for a while? It will be dark again in a while!"

After admiring it for a moment, he suddenly turned back and asked the girl in the corner.

"I like the moon better than the sun." The girl was still busy with her work and said without raising her head when she heard the words. "At least the latter is not so dazzling."

"All right!"

Maka shrugged noncommittally, her eyes swept over the half-finished doll on the other side of the round table, and then returned to the scenery outside the tent.

After another ten minutes of silence, as his last words, "It seems that tomorrow will be sunny again," settled, the glow faded and the night gradually took over the sky.

Behind Maka, Sarah, who had always lowered her head, was out of sight. The half-finished doll leaning crookedly on the chair was still motionless. But for some reason, looking at it at this time always gave people a sense of

The weird feeling of "maybe it will move next second".

…

While Maka was watching the sunset in the central tent of Camp Granger, Hermione had already taken Harry and others, along with Mrs. Maxim, two heads of the three major families and a big housekeeper.

They gathered in the president’s office on the top floor of the federation’s headquarters building.

At this moment, Hermione, who was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, was also looking at the brilliant sunset outside the window.

It's just that although the Federation Building is located on the ground, the scenery outside its window is actually maintained by the weather spell and the mapping spell like the British Ministry of Magic. What she and Maka are looking at are not actually the same sky.

"Miss Granger, most of the Ministry of Magic and Muggle governments in Western Europe have responded. They have promised to maintain order in domestic society in accordance with the plans we have jointly formulated. And the remaining sporadic countries have basically

It has been stated that it will solve its own internal problems as soon as possible, and after reaching a state where the plan can be implemented, it will keep up with the overall pace. There are only a few countries due to their own national conditions..."

Next to Hermione, a secretary to the president of the Federation was making a detailed report based on documents. The content of the report was generally about the current situation in various European countries.

Madame Maxime was also by the side, and would occasionally add a few words, or make decisions based on her richer experience on issues that did not require Hermione to deal with personally.

Although Hermione's eyes stayed outside the window, most of her attention was still focused on the report of the president's secretary. It could be seen from the slightly frowning brow that no matter how smart she was, she had no idea about these important matters.

It’s quite difficult to think about business work.

In fact, she set off after having a hasty lunch with everyone in the camp.

Before coming here, I also went to the German-French border, the German-Czech border, and the regained German eastern defense line to conduct a series of inspections of battle conditions and disaster situations, so as to personally understand those who were engaged in a tug-of-war and blocking battle with the army of living zombies.

A series of wartime regional conditions in positional warfare.

Although the previous targeted strikes have indeed effectively stopped the expansion offensive of the zombie army, it is obvious that the battle is still happening and going on everywhere, and it will not disappear just because of those few limited obstructions.

The flames of war are still burning everywhere; life is still disappearing every second.

This is exactly why it is necessary to truly stabilize the rear area and prevent the defense line from collapsing again under the attack of the zombie army. Only then can the counterattack plan be officially implemented - to fight against the outside world, you must first settle down inside and escape wherever you go.

This is not true.

Not long after, the president's secretary finally finished describing the complicated report in an orderly manner, and left the president's office with a slight nod from Maxim.

The large room became quiet for a while, and several people present were sorting out their thoughts.

After a few seconds of dead silence, the butler Matuseyevich, who had only been sitting on one side of the sofa with the two heads of the three major families, suddenly stood up and leaned forward slightly, even though Hermione was facing away from him.

But he still said politely:

"As Miss Granger saw during her previous inspection, after Mr. McLean captured Herbo, the offensive of the zombie army was no longer as alarming as before, and even the internal chaos within them was the same as it had been many times in the past.

Chaos. And what I want to say is, in fact, Miss, you also know that our Matusievich family has some roots spreading in countries such as Norway and Sweden. According to family information, although there is also the North Sea and Denmark

It is also across the sea from the British disaster area, but so far there is no sign of living corpses landing... This should be considered good news."

"Yes." Hermione turned around and looked at him, then nodded slightly and said, "The information obtained by the Federation is similar. It is true that the coast of Norway is still calm."

"So," the chief steward paused, and finally said, "for the next counterattack, can we take advantage of Norway and land directly at the disaster area from the north? As you all know, according to our previous analysis, if we want to end this

After a disaster, the final destination is most likely the original site of Hogwarts Castle... right?"