harry potter book of crimes

The atmosphere of this dinner was indeed quite good. With Fred and George as a couple, plus Leni and Tonks, at least on the surface it looked really lively.

However, everyone sitting around the dining table probably understood that this was just an illusion created by everyone.

Putting aside the matter of Percy, the fact that there is still no clue about the disappearance of Mad-Eye Moody is enough to make everyone upset.

To be honest, Maca also has a headache about this.

Moody was originally a pillar of the Order of the Phoenix. Many on-site affairs were originally decided by him. His importance was even greater than that of Dumbledore.

If Moody was still here, Dumbledore would not have put the burden of the Order of the Phoenix on Maka's shoulders so early.

At this moment, opposite Harry's seat, Tonks was eating and deforming her nose to make Hermione and Ginny happy.

Every time she closed her eyes tightly, showing a hint of pain.

Her nose suddenly elongated like a beak, looking exactly like Snape's nose; then it shrank back, becoming as big as a round mushroom, and then a large number of nose hairs sprouted from each nostril.

This had been a regular part of the mealtime entertainment lately, and soon Ginny and Hermione were giggling and asking her to conjure up a certain nose that they liked best.

"Give me a pig's nose, Tonks."

Tonks happily complied.

Harry raised his head, and at that moment, he almost saw a female version of Dudley, grinning at him across the table!

On the other side, Mr. Weasley, Lupine and Bill were having a heated discussion about goblins.

"They are still tight-lipped and won't reveal anything," Bill said. "I still haven't figured out whether they believe in his return. Of course, it's also possible that they don't want to support any party and don't want to get involved.

head."

"I believe they will never fall to the mysterious man," Mr. Weasley shook his head. "They also suffered heavy losses... Do you remember the family of goblins who were killed last time, the one near Nottingham?"

"I think it may depend on what price they are offered," Lupine said. "Of course I don't mean gold...if someone offers them the freedom they have been dreaming of for centuries, they probably won't be able to resist it.

Tempting..."

"To be honest," Maka suddenly joked, "we can't ask the goblins to have the same ideas as the wizards - as far as I know, what the goblins really value is not freedom or gold... but

It’s a magic item!”

He picked up a sausage, took a bite, and said while chewing: "...That is the nature of goblins, and it is also tradition."

"I dare say that if we give the goblins the Sword of Gryffindor as a reward, they will even dare to help us bulldoze Voldemort's lair!"

"This doesn't make sense?" Lu Ping said doubtfully.

When Maka heard this, she smiled and waved her hand.

"Don't try to reason with different species... This is like those centaurs in the Forbidden Forest. How many years have they been neighbors of Hogwarts? But there are very few signs of being subtly influenced..." He

Said, "When it comes to faith, reason doesn't make sense."

"Belief?"

Seeing that Harry, Leni, Tonks and others were also attracted by his words, and they all seemed to understand, Maka couldn't help but spread her hands.

"This is just like the question of 'Does Santa Claus exist?' No one has seen it, but some people really believe that it exists - this is a belief, and when this belief is repeated, deepened, and strengthened,

After it is affirmed, it may evolve into a belief.”

"Santa Claus?" Hermione widened her eyes and said, "He does exist - he was a bishop named Nicholas in the fourth century AD. He was nicknamed this because he liked to help the poor secretly.

of."

"Well, yes! Hermione, you know so much." Maka smiled at her and then continued, "But I'm not talking about Nicholas, but the one who breaks into people's houses in the middle of the night every Christmas.

, the old man with a white beard who goes from house to house stuffing packages into wool stockings on the fireplace."

"I never received a Christmas gift when I was a child, so I never believed in the existence of Santa Claus." He said, "But I know that many Muggle parents will let their children believe that Santa Claus is actually always there.

existing."

"Children like gifts, which is the same as goblins like magic items, but the belief in them is much stronger..."

Maka was talking while eating, but she stopped as she was talking, looked at them dumbfounded and said, "I just found a random topic to talk about. Aren't you hungry?"

"Maka, there is actually a question I have always been curious about..." Ron said excitedly, "Why does the wizarding world also celebrate Christmas? I heard Harry say, isn't this a Muggle holiday?"

"Ron, Muggle Christmas and wizard Christmas are not the same thing at all!" Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "I won't copy you any more history of magic homework! Otherwise you will definitely fail.

Karmic..."

"What? There is such a content in the History of Magic?" Ron looked extremely surprised. He couldn't help but open his mouth, and the half-eaten chicken leg fell back into the plate.

"Wizards celebrate Christmas as a continuation of the customs of the ancient Jazz Cult, and the same goes for hanging mistletoe and making Christmas trees." Maka explained, "Do you know about the Jazz Cult? It is a wizarding religion that advocates nature, and Merlin is the last member of the religion.

A traditionalist."

"Oh! This sounds really cool!" Ron nodded and said, "At least if I take this exam next time, I will definitely not forget it!"

"I don't think so." Hermione immediately poured cold water on Ron out of habit.

Three portions of butter mixed with bread crumbs, followed by a large bowl of custard, which everyone felt was too much to eat.

But Maka was still stuffing it into his mouth. Although he seemed to be eating very calmly, he actually ate no less than the others here!

"Have you... finished eating?" Maka looked at everyone, because everyone was looking at him.

"Oh - I think so." Ron said, looking around.

"Giggle...bastard Maka...hahaha, you can really eat it!" Leni on the side held her belly and laughed happily.

"Wasting food is the worst behavior." Maka said matter-of-factly without feeling dissatisfied.

When Maka finally put down her spoon, the conversation at the dinner table gradually calmed down.

Mr. Weasley was leaning back in his chair, looking very satisfied after eating and drinking; Tonks was yawning with her mouth open, and her nose had returned to normal.

Crookshanks, seduced by Ginny, got out from under the cupboard and was now lying lazily on the floor, flicking the corks of some Butterbeer.

"It's almost time to go to bed, I think," Mrs. Weasley said with a yawn.

"Not yet, Molly." Sirius pushed the empty plates aside and turned to look at Harry, "You know, I'm really surprised for you! I thought it was the first thing you got here.

The thing must be to ask about Voldemort's situation!"

The atmosphere in the room suddenly changed so quickly that it almost made people feel like a dementor had appeared.

A few seconds ago it was still so leisurely and relaxed, making people feel sleepy; but now everyone is alert and even nervous.

Upon hearing Voldemort's name, there was a momentary shudder around the dinner table. Lupine had just picked up the glass and planned to drink, but at this time he also slowly put down the glass, showing a slightly wary expression.

There were only a few people in the audience who were still relaxed, and Maka was naturally one of them.

"I asked!" When this matter was mentioned, Harry felt annoyed again, "I asked Hermione and Ron, but they said that we were not allowed to join the Order of the Phoenix——"

"They're right," said Mrs. Weasley, "you're too young."

She sat on the chair and straightened her back, clenching her fists tightly in front of her chest. Her sleepiness had disappeared without a trace just now.

"Since when did we have to join the Order of the Phoenix before we can ask questions?" Sirius tapped the table lightly and said, "Harry has been trapped in that Muggle home for a full month. I think he has

Quan knows what happened-"

"Wait, wait!" George shouted, interrupting Sirius.

"Why did Harry get an answer?" Fred asked angrily.

"For the past month, we have been trying to ask something from your mouth, but you have refused to answer anything!" George said.

"You're too young, you didn't join the Order of the Phoenix," said Fred, in a thin, high-pitched voice that looked exactly like his mother, Mrs. Weasley, "and Harry isn't even a minor yet.

!”

"No one told you what the Order of the Phoenix was doing. It's not my fault," Sirius said calmly, "That was your parents' decision. But Harry is different -"

"You don't have to decide what is good for Harry!" Mrs. Weasley's usually kind and kind face showed a very scary expression at this time.

Hermione, Ron, Fred and George's heads turned back and forth between Mrs. Weasley and Sirius, as if they were watching a back-and-forth tennis match.

Ginny squatted among a pile of butterbeer corks, her mouth slightly open, watching their conversation blankly.

Lupine stared at Sirius without blinking.

"Who will go online and smash first?" Maka thought indifferently, picking up another cake and eating it.

He could decide many things in daily tasks, but now he didn't want to care about it, and indeed couldn't care about it - this was one of the things that Harry should face by himself.

"I'm only going to tell Harry what he should know, Molly," Sirius said. "He should be the most powerful person in the world to know about Voldemort, isn't he?"

"He's not a member of the Order of the Phoenix yet!" said Mrs. Weasley. "He's only fifteen years old! Besides—"

"McLean, what do you think?" Sirius suddenly raised his head again and asked Maka, who was sitting at the other end, "I remember that you have never expressed your opinion on this matter!"