harry potter book of crimes

"Has another group of warriors arrived in Hogsmeade? I understand... let them rest here first! Remember to take three rune cards from the cabinet at the door and bring them to their leader... Okay, thank you

!Wish you good luck too.”

Watching a liaison wizard leave the door again, and looking at the other person's dusty back, Hermione couldn't help but sigh. But after that, she lowered her head again and devoted herself to making as many gravity trap runes as possible.

Get rid of the complicated work of cards.

And sitting against the wall by the window not far from her, the old butler who originally came here as a guest had already taken over part of Hermione's work.

Having been a butler all his life, he had almost no obstacles when handling these coordination tasks, and he even appeared to be more proficient than Hermione most of the time.

However, even though her efficiency was much higher than before, Hermione seemed to become more and more silent.

Because, after the previous conversation, another layer of invisible shadow had covered her heart, making her feel flustered.

Fortunately, she still remembered that now she was the one person who couldn't panic the most. So she had to keep all her anxiety in her heart, and only sighed softly when there were only two people left in the room.

, to relieve the depression a little bit.

"ah!"

Suddenly, Hermione let out a brief cry.

The next moment she stopped the pen tip, then threw the half-drawn card on hand into the wastebasket aside, and habitually took a new blank card and placed it on the table in front of her.

.

Then, she put down the quill for a moment, and then slowly straightened her upper body.

"Isn't there any news from Harry and the others?"

She muttered to herself, while using her left hand to gently knead her right forearm that she had been holding a pen on for writing a few times. The soreness made her frown slightly.

Of course the old housekeeper on the other side heard her words. But the old man obviously understood that she just wanted to say something to herself and did not want anyone to give her an answer.

After all, even if Sarah's contact came now, she still didn't know whether she should go or not... Well, she definitely had to go, otherwise Harry and the others would be in a desperate situation. But if we want to complete the original

Plan... To be honest, after learning the information about "Witch Kern" from the old housekeeper, the little certainty in her heart had been completely reduced to the lowest point.

"Mr. Butler," as expected, Hermione quickly put aside her words, turned her head and said, "Your family's reinforcements should be arriving soon, right?"

"Well, it's almost time--"

As the old man was saying this, he suddenly saw a patron saint in the form of an owl flying in from the window, and quickly and silently stopped on the window sill on the side of his table.

Then, a series of French words flowed out from the body of the owl, which was sprinkled with silver. The old butler tilted his head and listened for a moment, and then watched the other person dexterously flap his wings and fly up to the sky again, and said at the same time:

"Coincidentally, the main force sent news saying that it will arrive near Hogsmeade in about half an hour. In addition, five reconnaissance teams have rushed to the predetermined frontline positions, and fifteen elite teams are also on the way.

Leave the team and rush freely to support the weak point of the battle line given by Sirius..."

While talking, the old housekeeper had already got back to work on the task at hand, and he was still calm and without any confusion, which shows his ability.

Hermione listened to his narrative carefully, thought about it carefully, and then said:

"Thank you so much for your family's help all the time! Without the help that the Blois family has provided in various forms so far, it would be impossible for us to reach this point with our own strength... Even if despair seems to have always been there

With our footsteps, at least your family and everyone who has helped us have given us enough courage to get here little by little."

"Mr. McLean's kindness to the Blois family is far greater than the things we have done. The head of the family and I both think so." Hearing this, the old butler raised his head and smiled.

, "What's more, in the face of this disaster, who is qualified to stay out of it?"

"Maka's kindness...ah!"

Hermione subconsciously repeated this in her mouth, and then suddenly seemed to think of something. She reached out and pulled the beaded bag she placed at the far end of her desk. On the way, she dropped a stack of file belts on the floor.

She didn't even have the mind to pay attention to it. After pulling the small bag over, she unzipped it and rummaged through it in a hurry.

In fact, there was no need to search very carefully, because the things had just been put in not long ago. Not long after, when she took her right hand out of the bag, she found a newly cut wand, which still felt a little rough on the surface.

Lying quietly in her gently spread palms.

"The Elder Wand?"

The old housekeeper couldn't help being stunned when he saw it, then he frowned and was stunned again.

Hermione nodded slightly.

"Yes, the Elder Wand. But it's just a model. Look, sir, my name is engraved on the handle..." She raised her hand to show it, "But Maka made it herself and gave it to me.

Yes, not long ago, on our way here."

"From Mr. Maclean?"

The old housekeeper seemed to realize something, but the look of confusion on his face became even stronger, and soon, there was a hint of solemnity in his expression.

"Sir, he also thought of it." Hermione looked at the other party's expression and said, "Yes, I just thought of it... Sir, Maka took the time to make this for me on the way here, does it mean...

What are you looking for? You know, he is always accompanied by deep meanings in his actions, which are unexpected and unpredictable. And afterwards, he can always be proved to be right..."

"...This is also the reason why, Miss Granger, you can still maintain a minimum level of trust in Lord Maclean after encountering 'something like that', right?"

After the old butler said this, while Hermione fell into silence for a while, he thought about it and said:

"I probably understand what the young lady wants to say... Yes, if it is Mr. McLean, no matter how small the action is, it cannot be easily ignored. Not to mention, it is the Elder Wand, one of the three holy weapons of death.

At this time, even if it is just a 'model' that is only in form, it deserves our most careful treatment."

The two mentioned the Deathly Hallows in their conversation just now, but unexpectedly, not long ago, Maka had already cut an "Elder Wand" with her own hands and gave it to Hermione, one of the interlocutors.

How could such a coincidence happen?

Even though the order was quite contradictory, it still inevitably caused the two of them to fall into deep thought one after another.