harry potter book of crimes

"Miss Tia, if you want to see Professor Snape so much, why do you say almost nothing to him when you meet him?"

Snape has already left. In his words, "I don't have that much time to spend with others looking at me and me looking at you."

Maybe it was for Maka's sake, or maybe it was for some other reason, but in the end he didn't say that.

"...I, I don't know what to say."

Looking at Maka who was leaning against the wall next to the door with a curious look on her face, Tia timidly replied.

"So...you have also met Professor Snape, what are your plans next?" Maka looked at Tia who was shrinking and couldn't help but smile, "Don't be so nervous, I won't do anything to you.

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Tia pursed her thin lips and tucked her hair behind her ears. She just didn't dare to look at Maka.

"Do I look terrible?" Maka touched her cheek and asked strangely.

Finally, after hearing this, Tia glanced at Maka's face subconsciously.

"No, it won't..."

Seeing Maka looking towards her, she quickly looked away, but her tone of voice was calmer.

"...Mr. McClain seems very kind and not scary."

To be honest, this was the first time Maka heard someone use the word "kind" to describe him. For a moment, he didn't know whether he should be happy or sad.

"Really?" Maka nodded and said, "By the way, you said you were from the United States before, right? Then why is your accent..."

Tia lowered her head and was silent for a while. It could be seen that she didn't seem to want to recall those past events.

"...I grew up in an orphanage, and the nun who taught us how to speak was British."

"A church orphanage?" Maka said thoughtfully, "...that's not a good place."

This may sound like nonsense, but in fact, what Maca wants to express is more than just what it seems.

Not to mention what his childhood was like, at least he once went to several orphanages to do some trivial "little things" in order to get a Muggle noble to take out the pound.

And in those orphanages, he saw with his own eyes the conditions of the so-called "orphanages".

Combined with Tia's various cowardly performances, Maka also understood a little bit - whether she was Voldemort's person or not, at least her weird personality was indeed explained.

"Yeah..." Tia nodded slightly, "That's not a good place."

"You graduated from Ilvermorny, right? How is it there? What do they teach?" Maka put aside the previous topic and continued to ask.

The conversation between the two was always guided by Maka, and the conversation was very scattered. They talked about each other, which made Tia gradually relax.

Not long after, Mrs. Weasley hurried up from downstairs - dinner was ready.

By the way, Maka also vaguely heard two explosions not far away from the bedroom where Harry and the others were staying, probably because brothers Fred and George had disapparated again.

"Want to go down and eat together today?" Maka smiled and said, "The other people here are also good people and will not hurt you."

"Yes, I'm sorry..." Tia seemed to be nervous again.

Maka quickly waved her hand and said: "It's okay, don't force it, let's talk about it next time! I'll ask Lena to bring some up later."

"……Thanks."

After thanking her softly, she retreated into the bedroom and closed the door tightly.

"The meeting is over, now you can go down and have dinner..." Mrs. Weasley stood at the door of the bedroom not far away and said, "Everyone wants to see your style, Harry... and who is it?"

Put those dung bombs outside the kitchen door?"

"Crookshanks." Maka vaguely heard Ginny's voice, "He likes to play with those things."

"Oh!" Mrs. Weasley said, "I think it might be Kreacher, he always likes to collect such weird things... OK, remember to lower your voice when passing by the hall, or better yet, don't make any sound!"

She paused and then said, "Ginny, why are your hands so dirty? What did you do just now? Remember to wash your hands before serving!"

Immediately afterwards, Mrs. Weasley turned around and went downstairs, and Ginny soon followed. As mother and daughter walked towards the stairs, they both smiled and waved to Maka, gesturing for him to come too.

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Maka nodded, letting them go down first, while walking towards the bedroom where Harry and the others were.

"Witness my elegance...what elegance?"

"Harry——"

Harry's slightly muffled voice and Hermione's helpless voice entered Maka's ears almost at the same time.

"Yes, I know," Harry sighed, "I'm just...angry with myself."

He thought for a while and asked curiously: "Who is 'Kreacher'?"

"The house elf that lives in this old house," said Ron, "is crazy! I've never met an elf like him before."

Hermione frowned at Ron.

"He's not crazy, Ron."

"His goal in life is to cut off his head and hang it on a plaque like his mother!" Ron said anxiously, "Is this normal, Hermione?"

"Cut off your own head? Hang it on the plaque?" Harry said in shock.

"Those decorative panels have been removed by Maka, otherwise you can still see them on the wall," Hermione explained, and then said stubbornly to Ron, "I think that is indeed abnormal, but that is not

Its fault!"

"Okay... yes, he's just a little weird, but that's not his fault." Ron winked at Harry, "Hermione is still like that, isn't she?"

"What's wrong with this?" Hermione said excitedly, "Not only me, but Maka also wants us to treat Kreacher kindly?"

"Makako only said 'don't pay attention to what Kreacher said'..." Ron muttered.

"I think it would be good if you were willing to treat Kreacher nicely." Maka suddenly walked to the door and said with a smile, "Okay, come downstairs! I think Harry must be hungry..."

"Oh, Maka..." Harry became much more honest as soon as he saw him, "Yes, I'm starving to death."

When the four of them came downstairs together, they saw Lupin, Mrs. Weasley and Tonks at the front door. After some members of the Order of the Phoenix left, many large locks and bolts were relocked.

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"We eat down in the kitchen," Mrs. Weasley whispered as she met them at the bottom of the stairs. "Harry, dear... I think you'll have to tiptoe, after walking down that corridor, the kitchen is

Behind the door at the end—"

"On tiptoes?" Harry asked doubtfully.

But before he finished speaking, everyone heard a "crash" sound. It was not loud, but it was enough to attract everyone's attention.

"Tonks!" Mrs. Weasley turned around and shouted angrily.

"I'm sorry!" Tonks said with a smile while lying on the ground, "It's that stupid umbrella stand. This is the second time I've been knocked down by it——"

However, her next words were drowned out by a terrifying, hoarse scream.

"It's a portrait of Sirius's mother." Maka shrugged. "She cast a 'permanent sticking spell' on the back of her portrait. It's really not easy to remove."

That said, but in fact it was because Maka didn't want to take down the portrait - it was one of the few remaining thoughts of old Kreacher. Before certain things were done, Maka thought it was better to keep it.

It's better to wear it.

Harry looked over and found that inside the life-size portrait, an old lady wearing a black hat was screaming loudly, as if she was being tortured, making people feel numb.

"That's Sirius' mother?" Harry asked in surprise.

The old lady was drooling, her eyes were rolling, and the sallow skin on her face was stretched out as she screamed, which looked really creepy.

Lupine and Mrs. Weasley rushed forward and struggled to pull the curtain to cover the old lady, but the hook that came with the portrait was a bit loose and it was not that easy to hang.

The old lady screamed even louder, waving her skinny claws as if she wanted to tear their faces apart.

"For the fifth time! Damn it! This is a nasty and dirty by-product! You half-monsters, mutants, and freaks, get out of here! How dare you slander my father's umbrella stand in this house—"

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Tonks apologized over and over again, and put the huge, heavy, giant-legged stand up again.

Mrs. Weasley gave up hanging the heavy curtain for the time being. She took out her wand as if she wanted to fix the hook that always broke down.

At the same time, a man with long black hair ran out from behind a door facing Harry.

"Shut up, you damn old witch, shut up!" He grabbed the curtain Mrs. Weasley had given up and yelled, and the old lady's face suddenly turned pale.

"Oh! It's you!" She opened her eyes hard, stared at this man and howled loudly, "Pure-blooded traitor, the remaining scoundrels of mine are so disgusting! I'm ashamed of you!"

"I said it! Shut-up-" the man growled.

After Mrs. Weasley repaired the hook again, several people worked hard again for a while to hang the curtain up again, and the tall portrait was finally covered up again.

The old lady's scream disappeared without even an echo, and the hall fell into silence.

The man was panting slightly. He wiped his long black hair away from his eyes and turned his face towards Maka.

"Hello, Harry..." His anger was obviously still not gone, and he said with annoyance, "I think you have met my mother."

"Uh...oh! Sirius..." Harry said in confusion, "I think so...but why is your mother's portrait here?"

"Didn't I say?" Maka said, "This is the old house of the Black family, left by Sirius's parents."