harry potter book of crimes

The so-called "peace" means that the teachers assign homework desperately, as if they want to bury the students; the so-called "peace" means that the news in the "Daily Prophet" is full of trivial matters, making it look like the latest issue of "The Quibbler";

The so-called "peace" means that even if the Whomping Willow is covered with cocoons of Florob caterpillars, it will only attract curious onlookers.

Overall, peace is reassuring, but it often becomes boring over time.

Today is the first day of Easter vacation. Harry and Ron, who had been dragged to the common room by Hermione early, were yawning as they watched her tap her wand on the parchment.

According to the usual practice in previous years, Hermione would make a review schedule for the two of them every Easter holiday. Since she has done this every year in the past, this year's final is the O.W.Ls exam, so it is naturally more necessary to plan carefully.

.

Just like Ron said before - even if the reason for Voldemort's resurrection may have been discovered now, compared with this exam that is related to the future of life, it seems to be a little less interesting.

"Okay, that's about it for you!" Hermione slapped a timetable marked with various points in front of Ron, and casually pulled out another blank piece of parchment, "Follow what's on it.

Do it, if you are serious enough, your final performance on the exam will definitely not be too bad..."

"Oh, thank you!"

Ron looked down at it with a frown, and sure enough, there was another fully arranged timetable. Most of the table boxes were flashing with a red light representing "important", which meant that if he pressed this completely

If Zhang Sheng has been there, this year’s Easter holiday will be a complete farewell to rest.

"Huh?" He looked at it and suddenly raised his eyebrows, "Hermione, why is there an evening set aside on the last day of every week? If they were included, wouldn't this schedule be a little more relaxed?

Is it a little bit like that?”

"That's for us to train together," Hermione said without raising her head, "Don't tell me that you just want to use your current skills to help Maka lighten the burden - be careful! I will

If you continue to increase the intensity of training, remember to keep up!"

"What about...the other members of R.A.? Do you want to invite them too?" Harry, who was staring at Ron's timetable next to him, asked immediately.

When Hermione heard this, the wand in her hand paused for a moment.

"In fact, I have been thinking about which people I should tell the incident to." She said, "First of all, Fred, George and Ginny are definitely fine... Neville should be too

Okay, um... Luna told me that Hannah Abbott of Hufflepuff House can also be trusted..."

As she thought about it, she announced the names of several people, but the more she went on, the more hesitant she became. Logically speaking, most of the members of R.A. should be trustworthy, but since the last time she met Helen Sher

After En suffered a loss, some bad effects still remained in her heart.

In the end, Hermione simply shook her head and put the question aside again. As the tip of her wand continued to scratch on the parchment for a while, Harry's review timetable was also completed.

"Your schedule is a little looser than Ron's. Remember to practice by yourself during the extra time. Don't be lazy!" She gave Harry another serious warning. At this time, how could anyone think of her?

Like the stern Professor McGonagall.

Harry shook his timetable and nodded resignedly.

"I will do that..." he said honestly, "Dear Ms. Granger."

…

When Harry and Ron were about to spend an Easter holiday that was destined to be dark, Maka was sitting at the bar of the Three Broomsticks pub with Hagrid and Slughorn.

Coming here to drink early in the morning is probably an idea that only a bald old man like Slughorn could come up with.

Hagrid didn't care. With his barrel-like giant hybrid physique, he was lucky not to have the habit of drinking. But Maka didn't have the habit of drinking so early. At the moment, there was only a glass of juice in front of him.

I watched boredly as the two guys next to me started drinking wine early in the morning.

In fact, there was a reason for this drink - according to Slughorn himself, this year's Easter happened to be his birthday. According to the habit of previous years, he always organized a group to hold a private party on his birthday.

, I found many old friends to celebrate my birthday.

But this year was different, because he was now a professor at Hogwarts, and it was not so convenient to hold a party in school.

"...I have mentioned this to Minerva several times beforehand, but she has never agreed to lend me a small hall to hold a birthday party." Slughorn poured a sip of mead into his mouth, and then smashed it.

He said, "Oh, I'm too old to have a good time... Tell me, is it easy for me?"

Given Slughorn's importance in Hogwarts, if it were normal times, such a trivial matter could still be passed by Professor McGonagall. But during this period, in order to maintain good conditions before the Alchemy Competition.

School image, Slughorn's birthday party will be difficult to pass.

Of course, Maka was well aware of this, but he did not tell the truth. After all, the Alchemy Competition is still a confidential matter, and those who know it will naturally know it already.

It's very clear, but there are still many people who don't know.

As for Slughorn, a loudmouth with so many "friends" that he could cross borders, it would be better for him to be told.

"Slughorn, I think you should make more real friends," Maka propped up her elbows, leaning on the bar, sipping freshly squeezed juice through a straw, and casually advised, "

If someone can take the initiative to hold a birthday party for you on your birthday, that would be a beautiful thing."

"Maka is right!" Hagrid on the other side was holding a big wooden cup with an iron band. After taking several sips, he continued, "I also think... no matter how many friends you have, it's not as good as having one."

Someone who treats you sincerely, well...that's right!"

"Hey," Slughorn grinned, "So, you guys have someone celebrating your birthday every year? No, right? Hmm... Hiccup, true friends are hard to find! It's hard to find...

"

"Oh, why don't some of you come to the store to celebrate your birthday every year? Just like Mr. Slughorn did today..." Ms. Rosmerta at the bar said with a charming smile, "As long as you remember to pay for the drink, I promise

I can celebrate your birthday with you every year.”

As she spoke, she picked up her wand and waved it around, and suddenly a large number of balloons and ribbons appeared in the bar, flying wantonly in the air.

"Today is Mr. Slughorn's birthday. Everyone, come and have a drink with him!"

Perhaps, the atmosphere of every individual or group festival does not exist naturally. Only when people consciously create it can the flavor of the festival become rich and fragrant.

Looking at the increasingly lively surroundings, and seeing the drunkenness on his face gradually melting into the smiling Slughorn, Maka couldn't help but smile knowingly.

But at this moment, as the wooden door of the bar creaked, it seemed that another customer had arrived. However, what is puzzling is that this time, the sunlight outside did not open when the door was opened.

Looking into the bar, everyone still saw only dim lights flickering.

Like other guests, Maka glanced back subconsciously, but in the next moment she discovered the reason why the sun didn't shine in.

"Unexpectedly, I was invited to drink with you by chance today, and I happened to bump into two acquaintances..."

While he was thinking this, he picked up the cup filled with juice, stood up, and slowly walked towards the door.

"You two have really come to Hogwarts as guests, welcome!" Maka said with a smile, "Why didn't you inform me before you came? I can make some preparations in advance to welcome you!"

The visitor heard Maka's voice and immediately took a few steps inside. The light from outside the door finally had a chance to shine through. Unfortunately, the door automatically closed again the next second. After all, there was only one person in the bar.

It was bright for a moment.

It turns out that the reason why the sunshine did not come in was simply because it was "blocked"!

"Aha! It's you, McClain -" As soon as the other party saw Maka, he immediately hurried a few steps and hugged Maka's shoulders, "I saw you as soon as I arrived, what a fate! Yes!

You are here, what else do you need to welcome me?"

"You really haven't changed at all," Maka tilted her head under his arm and winked at the other guest in front of her as a greeting, "Oh, Miss Hohenheim, how are you?"

"……Hello."

The little guest was obviously not that interested in Maka's greetings. She reluctantly nodded towards Maka, but her eyes quickly moved elsewhere, no longer looking towards him.

Yes, this pair of rare guests are the Hohenheim brothers and sisters that Maca met in Beauxbatons, France. The fat brother Noah Hohenheim was as enthusiastic as ever about Maca; but he happened to be with the man who took care of Delphi.

Sarah Hohenheim, the sister of a Muggle woman with the same name, was just as reluctant to deal with Maka as she was in France.

However, she was not interested in Maka, but Maka was very interested in her!

"Come on! Come with me. I'll introduce you to the two professors of Hogwarts first." Maka got out of the fat man's flesh and led them inside. "It's just a good day today."

It's Professor Slughorn's birthday... Oh, I think you may also know him, he is quite famous!"

Under the leadership of Maka, the cheerful fat young master and the not-so-interested little Sarah also walked towards the bar.