harry potter book of crimes

There is no need to say more, there is no need to say more.

When a girl hesitates and says the word "stomach ache" with flushed cheeks, the meaning behind her words is already clear.

"Why did I ignore this one?"

This thought flashed through his mind. In addition to being somewhat embarrassed, he felt more regretful.

For a young girl to personally introduce to a boy the "good friend" she always meets every month...I believe that the embarrassment in Hermione's heart is definitely much stronger than that on his side.

"That's enough," Maka raised her hand and stopped her. "There's no need to force yourself to continue."

Hermione watched Maka's expression change again and again, but how could she understand Maka's thoughts at this time? She paused for a moment because of Maka's sudden interruption, but then she pursed her lips and shook her head.

.

"However, in order to avoid misunderstanding, I think I'd better make it clear... Including Harry and the others, I will tell them later not to hide anything when something happens..."

"Well, that's good...very good..." Maka said immediately before she finished speaking, "But you don't need to say it this time, because -"

"Why don't you need to say it!"

Hermione saw that Maka was a little abnormal, and suddenly took a serious look at his face, and she started to wonder if there was something wrong with Maka.

However, she couldn't see anything.

"In short, there can be no exceptions, including...well, including you, it's the same."

Yes, what Hermione said makes sense - that's what Maka thinks now. It's just the truth, some things are not convenient to be disclosed even in the face of good friends, right?

"listen to me--"

In fact, Maka didn't really want to discuss this level of personal privacy with Hermione - now he knew it, but Hermione seemed to have a slight misunderstanding.

"Hermione," Maka raised her hands to signal her not to speak, and then carefully explained, "In fact, I already understand your troubles... you have a stomachache, and you have stomachaches every month, and other things.

Just like girls. In fact, I am...well, I am 'a little aware' of this matter, but I don't usually notice it."

Every time Maka said something, Hermione's face turned redder, and by the end she looked almost like a fire crab's shell.

To be honest, Hermione couldn't help but find that her cheeks were getting hotter and hotter just listening to Maka's words. If she had really said it by herself just now, this... I'm afraid she would have been casual before she explained it clearly.

Did you find a crack in the ground and crawl in?

As for Maka, only halfway through his words, he felt a little apologetic for some reason.

"So... I'm sorry, I should be more careful on weekdays."

It's a pity that his "sorry" was in vain, because at this moment, Hermione's head was filled with the words "stomach pain every month", and she could no longer hold any more content.

"It doesn't hurt 'every month'..."

After a while, she mumbled to herself, muttering softly in a voice that could only be heard by herself.

…

As long as both parties sincerely want to communicate, sometimes misunderstandings may not be so difficult to resolve.

After the two people finally made things clear to each other, Maka sent Hermione to the portrait of the Fat Lady and watched her walk safely into the Gryffindor House common room.

"Oh, by the way!" Before going in, Hermione suddenly turned back, "Thank you for taking me to watch the dance of the Moon-Crazy Beast. It was truly an unforgettable experience."

Seeing the portrait slowly closing the doorway again, Maka began to hesitate whether to return to Slughorn's ball.

As far as time is concerned, it hasn't actually been too long. But after a lot of tossing just now, he is more inclined to continue his various magic research than dancing.

"Professor MacLean, what's wrong? Do you want to go in too?" The fat lady in the portrait stared down at Maka with a goblet in her hand, then raised the cup in her hand and said, "If you want to go in, please tell me first.

Give me the password."

Although the Fat Lady has always been a bit out of character and quite fond of vanity, she still appears to be very reliable in her role as "gatekeeper of the common room".

Anyone who wants to pass her portrait must give a password, even the professors at Hogwarts will not be exempted.

"Oh, no need -" Maka bowed slightly to her and said, "I was just thinking about something and am getting ready to leave... I wish you a sweet dream!"

Looking at Maka's back as she turned away, the fat lady's left hand that was not holding the cup gently held up her face and softly sang in her oily aria:

"Oh - he is such an elegant and polite young gentleman!"

When an old wizard in the frame opposite saw this, he blocked his ears with familiarity and moved his gaze into the distance with a blank expression.

…

As Maka expected, Slughorn's personal dance was still going on. Maka hadn't opened the door yet, and just standing outside the door could hear the faint sound of light dance music coming from inside.

It seems that the song has reached a fast pace now.

He pushed the door in front of him slightly open, then walked sideways.

Perhaps it was because of the previous dance that everyone found someone to chat with, most people did not pay attention to the door, and Maka's return was basically not noticed by anyone.

Of course, this definitely does not include Harry and others - Hermione's departure made them quite worried. Just out of their trust in Maka, they left everything to Maka to handle.

As soon as they noticed movement on the other side of the door, Harry and Ginny immediately looked up.

"Don't worry, Hermione is fine, she's just not feeling well." Maka knew what they were worried about at a glance, so as soon as she walked to the two of them, she immediately whispered, "As long as you rest, you'll be fine -

She also asked me to let you know and say see you tomorrow morning!"

"Not feeling well?" Ginny asked with concern, "Are you sick? Or -"

Maka shook her head and pointed at her belly.

"Not sick."

When Ginny nodded her head knowingly, Maka also sat down at the table, pulled out a plate of shortbread and ate it casually.

"Where are Luna and Ron?" He asked vaguely while eating, "Where did they go?"

The most popular person at this dance tonight is undoubtedly the vampire man named "Blood Ni".

Vampires have fair skin due to their bloodline, and they are usually not that ugly. In addition, Xueni always looks like he has not woken up, and his dark circles actually add to his appearance.

A kind of decadent beauty.

Young girls in this era probably like this style - at least the "sunny idols of the previous generation" like Lockhart have been somewhat on the decline recently.

It's just that it's not surprising that vampires are popular with girls. What Maka didn't expect was...

"Oh, Luna is eating over there! Professor Slughorn prepared many kinds of snacks today, and she said she wanted to try everything." Harry said, but shrugged,

"As for Ron—"

He and Ginny pointed to a corner at the same time in perfect agreement, with strange smiles on their faces.

Maka turned her head to look, and soon showed a somewhat similar smile.

"This... isn't bad! It's pretty good!"

But he saw that Ron was dancing fast with a slightly chubby girl. Both of them were obviously very unfamiliar with the dance steps. Either you would step on me or I would step on you.

If you listen carefully, you can also find that the fast-paced dance music is actually mixed with the two of them crying out in pain.

"It's just... they will probably go to the campus hospital after this dance?" Macca said a little speechlessly.

"Who says it's not?" Harry shrugged and suddenly couldn't help laughing, "Haha... In short, Ron seems to have found a good girl who suits him!"

"Who is that girl?" Maka couldn't help but ask after hearing this, "Which college is she from?"

Seeing Maka asking about Ron's dance partner, Harry shook his head. It seemed that he didn't know. Fortunately, Ginny was here. Judging from her expression, he should know some information.

"That girl is in the third grade this year and is from Ravenclaw." She recalled, "I don't know her name very well. I just remember that she was quite introverted when I saw her a few times - I didn't expect that she would be like this tonight.

Let go."

In fact, it was Hermione's fault that Ron was able to meet that Ravenclaw girl.

If she hadn't asked Ron to find a dance partner by himself, Ron wouldn't have been shameless enough to take the initiative to invite that girl, not to mention the "painful and happy" dance time like now.

"Well," Maka listened to Ginny's narration and stuffed another piece of shortbread into her mouth, "it doesn't sound bad, we can let them develop on their own."

As he was talking, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure walking this way from the corner of his eye, and waved his hand helplessly.

"I guess I'll have to stay somewhere else so I won't disturb you!"

After saying that, he stood up and took another piece of shortbread before walking away - the buttery flavor was very rich, and as far as snacks were concerned, it tasted pretty good.

Hearing the teasing tone in Maka's words, Harry and Ginny looked at each other sheepishly, and the shy feelings of boys and girls could not help but be revealed.

As for Maka, his teasing was secondary, because he saw that Mr. Walple, who claimed to be a writer, obviously wanted to encourage him to write his autobiography again.

But when he suddenly turned around, a person he had not noticed before suddenly entered his field of vision, attracting his attention.

"Huh? That person is..."

Just looking at the back, Maka felt that she shouldn't ignore this person - did he just arrive when she was chasing Hermione? (To be continued)