harry potter book of crimes

"Bang bang bang - bang bang bang -"

Maka knows that when you knock on the door here, you have to be louder. Otherwise, not only will the owner of the room not be able to hear you, but you will also waste precious time because of wasting your efforts.

There's no way, usually those guys who are still inside at this time every day are definitely sleeping.

"And it's probably when I sleep the deepest."

"...Bang bang bang!"

It can be seen that Maka gave up his decent and polite knocking method, and there was obviously a reason. But the reason that forced him to do so was probably not malicious.

Otherwise, charging in without saying a word is his most common choice when dealing with enemies.

"Bang bang——"

This time, his third attempt finally failed because the door opened by itself.

"……Well?"

As soon as the door opened automatically, Maka saw a disheveled man in pajamas looking at him sleepily, and the inarticulate hum was also coming from him.

To be honest, due to the spooky atmosphere in the corridor outside, the effect of this guy's cute and cute appearance can't help but feel particularly absurd.

"Oh, I'm sorry... you must have been knocking on the door for a while, right?" The uncle, who had obviously just been woken up from his sleep by the knock on the door, actually seemed quite friendly, "Please come in! Ha--"

As he was speaking, he yawned loudly, then lowered his eyelids and motioned to Maka.

Seeing this, Maka shrugged indifferently, and then followed the other person into the house. After entering, he didn't forget to close the door.

As the door of this room was closed again, the corridor once again returned to its previous lifeless state, with only a few light bulbs on the ceiling flickering slightly, providing very little light.

And on the nameplate on that door, a few words were faintly visible among the rust, and they read - "Vampire Tolerance Association."

…

"Sir, please sit down! Um...I'm sorry, I seem to be a little sleepy...Oh, by the way! Do you want something to drink?"

In fact, the entrance here is a room similar to a collective office, and next to the large room, there is a small reception room.

Now, Maka was brought here and invited to sit down.

"Ah, sir, you don't have to be busy!" He waved his hand and said, "I probably can't get used to your taste... To be honest, I did try it a few times!"

"Oh?" The man in pajamas suddenly turned around and looked at Maka, "Really? Well, actually I just wanted to pour you a glass of orange juice... But have you really tried it?"

Since vampires are often in an awkward position in the wizarding world, they are more sensitive when it comes to topics related to their food.

Therefore, the vampire uncle immediately understood what Maka meant.

"Yes, I have indeed tried it." Maka smiled, "Although it is often just for research purposes, I have tasted many types of blood intentionally or unintentionally - for example, dragon blood, that stuff is really

Very hot!"

"Oh, it sounds very deadly!" After hearing this, the vampire uncle immediately showed a frightened look, "We can't drink dragon blood, I'm serious... one bite will definitely burn our tongues.

Bleeding blisters are coming!”

In order to get along better with heterogeneous people, most people will always try to avoid sensitive issues as much as possible, but that is never a good idea. Only by letting the other person feel that those issues will no longer be a problem between you and me, then

Only then can both parties truly put aside their scruples and prejudices.

In this regard, at least Maca thinks so, and the effect has always been very good.

"That's probably because the flame energy in the dragon's blood is too active. You guys are always at a loss when it comes to things that can breathe fire, isn't it? You can try diluting it next time, maybe you can find a new one.

Where’s the food?”

He agreed casually, and then turned to ask: "Sir, I would like to ask, is Ms. Saint Guina here today? I need to ask her for a favor——"

"Aha! So you're here to see Nien?" The other party pointed to the wall on the left, "She's sleeping too! She usually won't get up until the sun goes down... So, I don't really recommend that you do it now.

Go find her!"

"Really?" Maka said with a smile, "She must have been woken up by me just now... Is she in a bad mood?"

"Well," the uncle shrugged, "Maybe my sleeping posture is not right recently? In short, I don't want to disturb her anymore...otherwise she will definitely go crazy."

"Is that so?" Maka thought for a while, then stretched out her hand to signal, "Although I'm sorry for waking you up, there are indeed some important things today - please show me the way! Let me

Just go and call her, I won’t let you help me ‘take risks’!”

"This is really..." The uncle vampire tugged on the collar of his pajamas and twitched his eyebrows playfully, "If you are sure you want to do this - come with me! Remember to wait for me to go far away while you are screaming

——”

As he spoke, he once again led the way for Maka, and he kept making fun little jokes about himself and Maka.

In fact, the place where they slept was right next door. If I had to say it, it was probably the strangest "bedroom" Maka had ever seen.

The place was very big, much larger than the collective office at the beginning, and it was almost pitch dark inside.

However, it could be seen that there was a desk lamp on near the door. Through the not-so-bright light, Maka saw a bed that was placed vertically, and the mattress on the bed was still curved.

You can tell at a glance that the curved bed is just right for a person to lean into the recessed position.

If it were slightly tilted, Maka might be able to lean on it and sleep.

"This is a tradition left by our ancestors," the uncle turned around and whispered to Maka, "but we still found a way to make a small change - we were always persecuted in our ancestors' time, so we had to hide in coffins.

Sleep, but it would be too inappropriate to sleep in a coffin now."

"I think so," Maka nodded, "Besides, beds are always more comfortable."

The two chatted softly, and not long after, the vampire uncle led Maka to a scarlet bed. After the former pointed at the bed and waved to Maka, he really

He ran away in a flash.

In the dark, although Maka can clearly perceive the surrounding situation through various means, it is not as intuitive as vision after all.

So after arriving at the place, he stretched out his finger and shook it, and immediately a faint light appeared quietly at his fingertips.

As the light illuminated a small area around it, the bed in front of Maka and more beds arranged nearby were revealed one by one.

Immediately afterwards, Maka saw at a glance that Ms. Saint Guina, who was still an acquaintance, was wearing a nightgown and sleeping sweetly next to the upright bed.

As for the quilt... maybe vampires usually don't cover themselves with quilts when they sleep? At least on the beds around them, Maka didn't even see a quilt.

"Ms. Saint Guina," he looked at the female vampire in front of him and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, but it's time to get up."

Before he finished speaking, Maka's finger trembled forward slightly, and the glimmer of light immediately turned into a small flame. And the next second, the small flame escaped from his fingertips and was under his control.

He slowly floated down to the bed in front of him.

"Hmm? Wha—"

Vampires are quite sensitive to flames. Although high temperatures cannot cause fatal harm to them, their physical characteristics determine that the burning effect will be particularly good.

It's just that Maka can control the size of the flame very well. It's just such a small amount that other vampires except Saint Guina in front of him won't have much reaction.

Seeing that the other party was obviously awake, Maka also waved her hand to disperse the flames, replacing them with the faint light group at the beginning.

"Hello, Ms. Saint Guina, we haven't seen you for a while!"

"You... who are you? Why are you scaring me with fire! Stay away from me, I will warn you! If you dare again..." As she spoke, Ms. Saint Guina seemed to feel that something was wrong, and the words in her mouth were also...

Then it stopped.

After staring at Maka in front of her for a while, she suddenly frowned slightly, with a trace of hesitation on her face.

"'It's been a while'? Do we know each other? Why don't you wear a hood to prevent me from seeing..." She looked at Maka while thinking hard, and it seemed that Maka's voice was very familiar.

As for Maka, he didn't come here to give her a "surprise" to see her again after a long absence. At the next moment, he raised his hand and turned his hood behind his back.

When Maka's face was completely exposed, Saint Guina finally opened her eyes in surprise.

"Mr. MacLean?"

"Please allow me to say it again here," Maka nodded slightly, "I'm very sorry for disturbing your sweet dream... But please clean up first, and then come out and listen to my request!"

"Oh, this... don't say that!"

Saint Guina immediately took two steps forward and shook his head hurriedly.

"Although you did not show up in person, our Tolerance Association was able to successfully open in London because of your help in various aspects..."

At this point, she leaned forward sincerely and said: "If there is anything I can do to help, please just say so. We have been thinking about how to repay you!"

"Anyway," Maka spread her hands and said, "Why don't you get dressed first?"

The moment he said these words, the collar of Ms. Saint-Guinea's nightgown could no longer hang on her silky shoulders and slid down silently.

"Yeah," she grabbed the collar on her shoulders and pursed her lips and said, "Actually, this can be regarded as a kind of repayment, right?"