harry potter book of crimes

When death gradually became a habit, Miriam thought that she would probably never shed tears again for the death of someone.

But it wasn't until the moment of Asaph's accident came that she realized that even if there were no tears in her eyes, her heart would still be filled with sadness, making her breathless.

When Sirius took her to identify the familiar man in the temporary ward at the back of the hall, Miriam finally realized that she might not be as strong as she thought.

This person of the opposite sex whom she had known since childhood was now lying motionless on the ground, lifeless.

"...Asaph."

While looking at the face with slightly closed eyes, Miriam couldn't help but call out softly, and she felt her voice trembling slightly involuntarily.

Miriam has not been able to see him since he was taken away and imprisoned by Haierbo. But even though she knew that he would not survive, Miriam never gave up looking for him - even if it was just like now, looking at

It would be nice to have his last look.

"Mr. Black, this is indeed my companion Asaph..." After looking at the spot silently for a long time, Miriam said softly, "You just said that he was actually dead long ago, right?"

Sirius had been standing by the side silently since just now.

In fact, when he saw Miriam's expression, he knew that the identity of the man who lurked in disguised as an injured patient could be confirmed.

Seeing Miriam asking for details, he nodded and said:

"Yes, he should have died a long time ago, but he was given terrible fighting abilities using black magic. As for his consciousness, I'm afraid he ceased to exist a long time ago..."

"Is it by that Haierbo?"

"I guess so!"

In fact, for Miriam, the answer is no longer important. Now that even Grandpa Raven has died, there is no need to delve into many things.

Otherwise, she was afraid that she would gradually understand that in fact, the lives of these children were an unknown mistake.

"Mr. Black, do you know... In fact, we were all just ordinary Muggle children. We should have died long ago. If we must say it, it is incredible that we can survive until now."

What an adventure..."

"And now, Asaph has finally returned to his original destiny."

"Really, I don't know what the meaning of our lives is. Maybe... dying as a Muggle was the most real thing for us."

When she said these words, Miriam's eyes seemed a little wandering, as if she was recollecting every bit of her childhood.

After a long time, she turned her head again and said:

"I wonder... could I have a funeral for Asaph? A normal Muggle funeral... Well, would that bother you?"

Sirius thought for a moment, then nodded.

"Ask Maka when he wakes up! After he checks...Mr. Asaph, it should be fine." As he said that, he walked out the door, "There is still time, I think you might

There are also many things I want to say 'alone' with him; say...I'll wait for you outside."

After that, Sirius left the room and went outside into the corridor.

"Ma——"

As soon as he came out, he saw Maka leaning against the wall and making a signal to him to speak out.

"Are you awake? Why don't you sleep a little longer?" Sirius lowered his voice knowingly.

Maka then waved her hand.

"That's enough," he replied casually at first, then smiled, "Sirius, what's wrong with you today? Being so considerate and leaving her alone space... This is not like your usual behavior.

Style?"

Faced with Maka's teasing, Sirius shrugged noncommittally... In fact, he saw his past in Miriam.

Harry's parents both died that year, and he and Lupine lost their two best friends.

But now looking at Miriam's calm look mixed with sadness, he suddenly realized that even though everyone was experiencing similar stories, everyone's choices were different.

At that time, he chose to let his anger burn unbridled. That anger could not be extinguished even after ten years in Azkaban.

Miriam, on the other hand, chose to endure it silently, nothing more.

If it were his younger self, Sirius would definitely sneer at this, but now, he somehow wants to agree with Miriam's choice.

Of course, even if there are changes in his heart, Sirius is still Sirius. He will not express his inner thoughts easily.

Seeing that Sirius didn't seem to want to answer, Maka smiled again indifferently.

"Since you gave her time to be alone, I'll come back later!" He said, "As for the funeral, of course there is no problem, but it will definitely have to wait for a while... See you later."

Looking at Maka's leaving figure, Sirius shook his head and didn't know what he thought of.

...

Speaking of which, Maka did wake up a little early, and it had only been six hours since she fell asleep.

However, this is really because there is still a very important thing waiting for him to do!

After going to the hall to ask someone, he walked straight to the stairs and went straight up to the sixth floor of St. Mungo's without stopping.

After the formation stopped operating, Sarah had already returned to Hogwarts. But perhaps because Victor and his son were still here, Sinistra stayed here.

At this moment, the sixth floor has been restored to its previous furnishings like the lobby, and the afternoon tea room and gift shop for visitors have reopened.

"Oh, you are indeed here!"

Maka poked her head into the tea room and soon saw Sinista's figure, and sitting opposite her was old Victor.

After Hermione's "meddling", the father and daughter, who had never met each other, finally put aside all the obstacles between them and truly confirmed each other's existence.

In such a troubled period, this family relationship is undoubtedly extremely precious.

Since Maka had almost no involvement in the whole process, and even heard most of it indirectly from Hermione, he actually didn't know much about the details.

But this did not prevent him from using this as a topic of conversation and sitting down next to the father and daughter for a few words.

"Professor Sinistra, I heard you were talking about Diagon Alley just now...are you planning to let Mr. Victor settle in the magical world?"

As he spoke, he naturally sat down at a table next to him.

But leaving aside old Victor, Sinistra's immediate reaction was not to answer Maka's question, but to subconsciously say like Sirius:

"McLean, are you up now? St. Mungo's has nothing to do now, why don't you take a rest?"

"Oh, why do you ask this question every time you meet someone?" Maca said dully, "Don't worry, I had a good rest...really!"

To be honest, if only one or two people asked, he could tell himself that everyone cared about him. But if he was told to sleep more when he met someone, it would make him feel a little strange.

Not only Sirius and Sinista, but also the people I met in the hall and on the stairs just now, it seems that everyone I know can't help but greet me like this.

But it's always a sign of caring, isn't it?

Putting aside the doubts in her mind, Maka didn't intend to beat around the bush and said directly:

"Well, actually, I'm here to see Mr. Victor... I know you are a Muggle professor of astronomy, and this time, I need your help."

After getting to know Sinista, old Victor was obviously very different from before.

Although he still wore the coat of a cleaning volunteer, his hair and beard were still messy, making him look a bit unkempt.

But now, there is a sparkle in his eyes, and he no longer looks like an old drunkard soaking in a barrel of wine all day long like in the past.

When Maka asked, the old man quickly nodded and said:

"Astrophysics, to be precise."

This was also an opportunity for him to meet Sinista's mother. If he and Aurelia hadn't loved the starry sky as much as he did, the two wouldn't have met and combined so smoothly, and there wouldn't have been such a bizarre incident afterwards.

life has developed.

Although Maka had some concept of "astrophysics", it was just a general impression. Seeing that old Victor answered seriously, he was a little reluctant to answer.

Fortunately, the purpose of his conversation was still very clear.

"Mr. Victor, let me tell you the truth! I don't know much about science, but there is a problem currently. I think science must be involved to have any hope of solving it..."

"Is it a magical thing?"

Old Victor suddenly became curious.

As a veteran Muggle scholar who has always had an unfinished relationship with the magic world, he also wants to explore the mysteries of magic from a scientific perspective. Whether it is the magic world or the Muggle world, the mentality of all researchers is actually the same.

Pretty much the same.

Unfortunately, what Maka did this time was not a pure research, but wanted science to help him solve a real crisis.

After thinking for a moment, and secretly pondering the possible consequences of revealing the truth later, he waved his hand and placed a silencing spell around him.

"Mr. Victor, this matter is very important...Whether you can help or not, at least please promise not to tell anyone else about it except us."

After getting Old Victor's nod, Maka said slowly:

"You must be aware of the recent comet Hale-Bopp, right? I must say that it will bring us a very bad disaster... There are only three months left.

"(To be continued)