harry potter book of crimes

"...Leni is working hard! Asshole Maka! Keep him away from Leni!"

In the study room of Blake's old house, Leni was standing on the wooden ladder cleaning the bookshelf. But at her feet, a big spider was rubbing its claws against her calf with its front feet, which scared her so much that the wooden ladder shook.

stand up.

"Don't worry...Xiao Qi actually likes you."

Behind the desk filled with various books and materials, Maca's slow voice sounded.

"Leni doesn't want to be liked by a big spider or anything like that!"

Maka actually quite likes this stronghold. Although the various structures are a bit aged, after recent renovations and cleaning, some scenes from the glorious period can still be vaguely seen.

For example, in this study room, the thick double-layer velvet curtains tightly cover the windows, but the exquisite magic lamp on the desk is shining brightly.

In this light, everything in the study was illuminated to perfection.

The wooden bookshelf with a warm texture exudes a faint halo in the light, and the ancient and fine carvings show its considerable value.

The floor is covered with a warp pile carpet woven from the fur of Motla rats. It is not only fine and soft, but also has the effect of enhancing the resistance to curses and bad luck when stepped on.

"Tuk Tuk"

Just as Maka was quarreling with Leni casually, there were two regular knocks at the door.

"Please come in."

After Maka answered, the study door was opened from the outside, and a girl wearing a wizard's robe and an apron came in carrying a tray.

"Mr. Maclean, the newly brewed Gordig root tea..."

Maka, who was engrossed in writing, raised her head when she heard the sound, looked at the slightly pink color and the slightly twinkling crystals in the teacup, and couldn't help but smile.

"Did you add some bubble pod fruits this time?"

"Yes."

Maka picked it up and took a sip, and immediately sneezed, with several colorful bubbles like soap bubbles coming out of her nose.

"Try putting less in it next time..." He put the cup back into the saucer, and then said, "Lena, take a rest! The house is almost tidied up, so don't be busy..."

"Hey! Bastard Maka, you are biased!" Leni, who was standing on the wooden ladder, immediately became unhappy. "Why can my sister rest, but Leni can't? Leni needs to rest too!"

"You? You can also rest..." Maka saw her suddenly happy face, then waved her hand and added, "If you can sit quietly!"

"Leni just sit tight if you let her leave here!" Leni immediately pointed at the Acromantula Xiaoqi at her feet and said loudly.

But Maka didn't even raise her eyes and said: "Do you think I will believe you?"

At this time, Lena, who was still standing by the desk, said softly: "Mr. MacLean, I don't need to rest... Actually, I quite like this kind of life."

It's strange to say that the personalities of these two werewolf sisters are almost polar opposites.

Sister Leni is like a monkey jumping up and down. No matter where she goes, she can't stop for a moment; but sister Lena seems to like a quiet and leisurely pace of life. Preparing meals and drinks can be said to be her only job.

Hobby.

But it can also be seen from this point how much she dotes on her lively and active sister - for this sister, she can live in such a turbulent werewolf group for so many years without any complaints.

"Then sit down for a moment, Lena." Maka pointed to the sofa next to her and waved to the spider squatting at Leni's feet, "Xiao Qi, come here!"

Use the shrinking spell to transform the Acromantula Xiaoqi into the size of a fingernail, and then gently return it to a pen holder on the table.

"Leni, come and sit down," he said, "come out with me later..."

"Finally we can go out again!" Leni threw her whole body into the sofa, bounced it a few times and then asked, "Bastard Maka! Where are you taking Leni?"

"Go where you belong."

"Where? Where?" Leni said excitedly, "What are you going to do?"

Maka raised her head and rolled her eyes at her.

"Go apologize!"

…

Thirty minutes later, Little Whinging, a suburb of London.

"...bastard, where are you going?"

In the Dursley's living room, Harry was about to go to the door, but his Uncle Vernon held up the wall with an annoyed look on his face to prevent him from passing.

Dudley looked at Harry proudly, obviously he was also responsible for the cause of this farce.

"Listen up, you bastard! This summer, you must stay in your damn room and you are not allowed to go anywhere!"

"Why!" Harry said angrily, "I told you, what happened that day has nothing to do with me! Do you understand?"

"It has nothing to do with you? Stop joking!" Vernon Dursley yelled, "Do you think you can deceive me? Dada told me that you made him post all day the next day.

burn!"

"He just caught a cold that night! He caught a cold, do you understand?" Harry said angrily, "How many times do you have to tell me to understand?"

"Cold? On such a muggy and hot summer day?" Aunt Petunia screamed, "If you want to make up a story to find an excuse, you should choose a better one!"

Harry was also furious. To be honest, he didn't know how to explain it more reasonably.

Yes! On a hot night, Darren suddenly caught a cold. This is really not normal.

"So what!" He was extremely irritated by the Dursleys' quarrel, and suddenly waved his hands and said, "Even if I tell you the reason, can you understand it? Yes, yes! It's a dementor.

!The dementors have appeared! Do you understand?”

"Photo-what kind of mess?"

"Phenomenon!" Harry said syllable after syllable.

"This Dementor...what kind of weird thing is this?"

"They guard the Wizarding Prison of Azkaban." Aunt Petunia said subconsciously.

As soon as these words were spoken, there was a few seconds of dead silence, and then Aunt Petunia suddenly covered her mouth with her hands, as if she had accidentally said a dirty word that made her feel sick.

Uncle Vernon stared at his wife, and Harry's mind was even more confused.

"How did you know?" He was really surprised.

Aunt Petunia seemed to be frightened by herself. She glanced at her husband tremblingly, with an apologetic look in her eyes, her hands hanging down weakly, and her yellow teeth inside a half-grin.

"Many years ago...I heard...that terrible boy...mentioned them to her." She said intermittently.

"If you mean my father and mother, why don't you call them by their names?" Harry asked loudly, but Aunt Petunia ignored him.

At one point she was extremely panicked.

The shock in Harry's heart was very strong. A few years ago, Aunt Petunia had an emotional outburst and screamed that Harry's mother was a freak. Apart from this, Harry never heard her mention his sister again.

However, she actually remembered such details of the magical world, and she has not forgotten them after all this time.

Harry was really surprised. Didn't his aunt always try her best to pretend that the wizarding world didn't exist?

Uncle Vernon opened and closed his mouth, his jaw opening and closing, obviously struggling to figure out what to say.

He opened his mouth again and said in a hoarse voice: "Since... so to speak... they... um... they... um... really exist? They... um... these 'dead' soul monsters?

"

Aunt Petunia moved her jaw slightly, seeming to nod.

But at this moment, there was a loud noise in the kitchen. Aunt Petunia, who was already in panic, screamed in fear, Uncle Vernon roared and bent down to avoid it, and Dudley even earlier

He stuffed his round body under the table.

And what about Harry? He is looking for the source of this chaos...

After a while, he immediately discovered a dazed barn owl with disheveled feathers lying on the windowsill outside the kitchen - it must have hit the window glass just now.

Uncle Vernon shouted in annoyance, "Owl!"

Harry ignored Vernon. He quickly ran to the kitchen and threw open the window.

The owl stretched out a foot, revealing a small roll of parchment. It fluttered its feathers, and when Harry took off the paper, it flapped its wings and flew away.

Harry gently shook open the parchment, and found a few lines of scrawled words on it, stained with stains.

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Harry: We already know what you have encountered. Don't leave the Dursleys' house and don't use magic. Someone will pick you up soon.

Arthur Weasley

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"Oh? Are you finally going to tell me the specific situation?" Harry calmed down immediately, and he thought deeply, "Someone is coming to pick me up? It doesn't look like Mr. Weasley, so who can come?"

besides--

"Don't do magic?" He whispered to himself, ignoring the shouts of the Dursleys.

Does he need to use magic somewhere? To teach these three unreasonable guys in the living room? Or...

Harry suddenly had a bad feeling.

But sometimes, good things are not easy to come true, but bad things may always become worse.

At this golden dusk, the windows of the Dursley's house suddenly became dark, and the cold air of that night quietly filled the Dursley's house again.

Darkness was gathering, and frost was spreading on the surfaces of various furniture in the room, as if the whole world had fallen into an extremely quiet coldness.

Seeing the mist coming out of his mouth, Vernon was so frightened that he took a few steps back, tripped and fell to the floor.

"Ah - here it comes again! Stop it!" Dudley wailed with all his strength, burying his face deeply in the corner under the table.

Harry's aunt Petunia's face turned pale. But surprisingly, although she was trembling, she was leaning against the wall with her eyes wide open, looking around at everything around her.

At this moment, the living room window cracked open, attracting everyone's attention except Dudley.