harry potter book of crimes

At the dining table in the living room, there was a sharp contrast between Maka, who was drinking tea calmly, and Penny, who was trembling with anger.

Vernon, Dudley and Harry looked at the two of them with puzzled faces, not knowing what they were talking about.

In fact, after Petunia screamed to stop, Maka did not continue talking. What he did was nothing more than a small warning to Harry, his aunt.

At this point, even if we talk about those nonsense about old millet and rotten sesame seeds, it actually doesn’t make much sense.

In other words, unless Penny is willing to take the initiative to tell certain past events, the true value of it cannot be reflected in other people's words.

"Harry, go pack your luggage. It's time to leave in a moment."

Harry was stunned for a moment when he heard this. Seeing that no one came to stop him, he felt a little uncomfortable. After he nodded slightly, he turned around and ran to the second floor.

In the following time, no one spoke anymore. In this moment of silence, Maka slowly drank the black tea, and then put the empty tea cup back into the saucer.

At the same time, Harry happened to be dragging his big suitcase down.

"Thank you for your hospitality, madam..." Maka stood up and said politely, "Then, we will be rude first."

He gave a slight nod to the Dursleys, then turned back and walked towards the door. Harry and Leni hurriedly followed.

But when Maka walked to the door, he paused slightly as if he remembered something.

"Harry, why don't you say goodbye to your aunt, uncle, um, and cousin?"

"unnecessary!"

Harry turned around subconsciously, but before he could say anything, Vernon in the living room had already shouted out.

On the other hand, his Aunt Petunia didn't say anything, she just looked at Harry's eyes blankly, with an inexplicable confusion on her face.

"Look! I guess there's no need for that." Harry took a deep breath and replied dully.

Maka shrugged and said softly: "This is your decision... I just want to remind you that these people in front of you are your only remaining relatives in this world."

After that, he no longer cared about what Harry thought, and quickly walked out of the Dursley's house while dragging Leni, who still wanted to watch the fun.

This time, Maka's words rarely contained any profound meaning. He was just stating an objective fact in a plain tone.

As for how to choose, that is Harry's own business. No matter how close others are, they cannot, or rather have no right to, make any choice for him.

Not long after, Harry dragged his suitcase out and closed the door to the Dursley's house.

On the street outside, Lena was standing quietly next to an old-fashioned bicycle, holding a large paper bag filled with fruits and vegetables in her arms.

"It's pretty fast! What's for dinner tonight?" Maka asked with interest.

"Maka!"

Lena was about to answer, but was interrupted by Harry.

"Those dementors in the living room..."

Of course Maka knew what Harry wanted to ask. He waved his hand and said: "The magic power of the dead dementors will continue to dissipate. If it is not dealt with in time, it will disappear completely soon."

Seeing Maka take out a thick magic book as she spoke, Harry quickly asked the second question, the one he most wanted to know the answer to.

"What happened recently? Why do dementors appear one after another?" He hesitated, "Is it... Voldemort?"

Maka threw the magic book forward and suspended it at her feet, then nodded casually.

"Who else could it be besides him?" He said, raised his legs and stood on the magic book, and then urged, "Don't ask anymore, take out your broom, you can do it when you get there later.

Just ask."

"'Arriving'?" Harry asked slightly uneasily, "Where are we going? The Burrow?"

"No, not there...it's not safe there." Maka watched Harry get on the broom, then stretched out her wand and nodded on his head, "Follow me, Harry."

Just when the tip of Maca's wand touched the top of Harry's head, he suddenly felt a warm coolness soaking his whole body from head to toe.

Harry looked down at his body. Now it seemed as if it didn't belong to him at all. It was not invisible, but the color and texture had become consistent with the surrounding environment.

Maka cast a disillusionment spell on several people. The spell seemed to be very effective, and only at a very close distance could a slightly distorted outline be seen.

"Let's go! Remember, follow up..." he reiterated, "I remember that you flew very well, didn't you?"

To be honest, it was really novel to fly around on a broomstick in the Muggle world. But Harry had no time to enjoy the joy of flying.

It was hard for him to imagine how Maka could step on a magic book and fly up at an astonishing speed. Maka's disembodiment spell was even more effective. Harry tried his best to fly in order not to lose him.

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Fortunately, as the speed increased, the time taken would be shortened, and soon Maka was beckoning Harry to dive down.

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The facades of the houses in Grimmauld Place are still gloomy, maintaining the appearance of being repellent from thousands of miles away.

The windows of some houses were broken, giving off a bleak glow under the newly turned on street lights. The paint on many doors was peeling off, and the front steps of several houses were filled with garbage.

Several people stood in front of two equally dilapidated houses. Harry looked at the rusty iron fences in confusion and glanced at Maka blankly.

"Remember to keep the address in your mind for a while, so that you won't be unable to find the door when you come by yourself next time."

Maka said, stretched out her wand and waved it casually, and the house in front of her immediately gave out a rumbling vibration and moved to both sides. Soon, a dilapidated house with the same old appearance seemed to have recovered from the state of being squashed.

Normally, it appeared out of thin air between the two previous houses.

"Let's go!" He called to Harry, who was dazed, and then raised his legs and walked forward.

At this time, sisters Leni and Lena had already taken the lead and pushed open the mottled door.

As he walked into the foyer, Harry opened his mouth in surprise - it couldn't be said that he was surprised, because the appearance of the house and the feeling inside gave people really different feelings.

A row of exquisite magic hanging lights on the wall were all on, casting a soft light that clearly illuminated the exquisite wallpaper and brand new carpets in the long foyer.

Above the head, a copper-inlaid silver chandelier shone brightly, and two rows of magical oil paintings featuring landscapes were neatly arranged on the wall. You could even see the branches inside swaying slightly with the wind.

Everything here looked neat and bright, making Harry feel as if he had arrived at a museum or something.

With the sound of hurried footsteps, Ron's mother, Mrs. Weasley, walked out of the door at the end of the hall. She hurried towards them, with a warm smile on her face.

However, Harry noticed that she seemed much paler and thinner than before.

"Oh, Harry, I couldn't be happier to see you!" Mrs. Weasley whispered, and hugged Harry into her arms, almost breaking his ribs.

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Then she grabbed Harry's shoulders and pushed him away a little, looking up and down.

"You look like you've lost weight. You need to eat more!" Mrs. Weasley said at a very fast speed, "Oh! Lena, you go to the kitchen first! I'll be here in a minute..."

After that, she turned to Maka and said softly: "He just arrived, the meeting has already started!"

"Really?" Maka nodded, "Okay, madam... Harry, do you want to come together?"

"No!" Mrs. Weasley immediately hugged Harry and said, "He is still too young, and those things are too small for him-"

"Ma'am," Maka said dumbfounded, "I think there's nothing wrong with it, you see! I'm the same age as Harry..."

Mrs. Weasley opened her mouth, but she still held Harry tightly, obviously not wanting to let him go.

"No, no matter what, only members of the Order of the Phoenix are allowed to attend the meeting." She said stubbornly, "Ron and the others are upstairs! Harry, you can stay with them until the meeting is over, and then everyone

Then we can come down and have dinner together.”

"Okay, okay..." Maka spread her hands and said, "Harry, maybe you can go up first? Actually, there's nothing interesting about following me in..."

"But-" Harry couldn't help but tighten his lips when he heard this.

"Okay! Let me tell you where you should sleep..." Mrs. Weasley babbled as she pushed Harry towards the stairs. "We will explain it to you later. Now I

You have to go there quickly, I should be at the meeting too..."

Maka looked at Harry's depressed look and had no choice but to shrug at him helplessly.

Speaking of which, Maka can deal with everyone very well, but she can't deal with Mrs. Weasley. Maka has never refused her kindness, and she doesn't know how to stop or object.

He himself vaguely understood the reason, perhaps because...Mrs. Weasley was indeed a "model of a good mother".

Gently shaking off some of the thoughts in her mind, Maka walked toward the reception room opposite.

Perhaps because they knew that Harry was coming today, the reception room seemed very lively. Many people came and crowded around the long table.

At the end of the long table near the door, Snape was looking towards Maka with a cold face.

"Good evening, Professor." Maka smiled and said, "Would you like to stay for dinner tonight?"

"Hey! Maclean," Sirius on the other end said with a sullen face, "I don't think Snotlout would want to stay for dinner."

"Hmph!" Snape snorted coldly, "Even if you invite me, I won't stay."

Sirius spread his hands and said, "Look!"

Maka couldn't help but sigh when he saw this - this was a problem left over from history, let alone whether there was any misunderstanding. Even if there wasn't, he didn't think Snape and Sirius would be able to get along.

What's more, Snape, as a double agent, does need to maintain a certain distance from people in the organization.

This job is really a perfect fit for him.

"Okay, okay! Then... let the meeting begin!" Maka clapped her hands and said loudly, "Professor Snape, please read the secret report first..."