harry potter book of crimes

"Miss Pierce...how about you go and rest for a while first?"

In fact, Bernthal had naturally discovered little Cathy's absent-mindedness a long time ago.

Especially when Smethyk was still there just now, little Cathy was obviously a little distracted. So much so that when Smesyk left the dean's office, she couldn't react in time.

But this seems to be natural - little Cathy has just lost her mother, how can she feel better?

Therefore, he had no idea that what was bothering the child right now was not the death of his mother, but the words spoken by an unknown person.

"Rest?" Little Cathy was stunned for a moment, then nodded immediately, "Um... Okay. I'm sorry, Mr. Bernthal, I clearly insisted on asking you to bring me here, but now..."

Upon hearing this, Bernser immediately interrupted:

"No, no, it's nothing. Go have a cup of tea and some snacks in the tea room on the sixth floor! Just say it's my treat!"

"Oh, how can this work? I-" "Tuk-tuk."

Before little Cathy finished speaking, suddenly, several light knocks came from the door.

"Mr. Bernthal, I heard that you have come back, right?"

"Oh? Mr. MacLean?"

When Bernser heard this, he immediately wanted to respond, but little Cathy suddenly stood up from the chair. And immediately after, she was seen hurriedly signaling Bernser to stop talking, and then

He hurriedly hid behind the floor-length curtains behind Bernser.

Obviously, this curtain is not only very thick, but also very long, which looks very suitable for Tibetans.

Bernser watched the child sneak in there so quickly. He was stunned at first, but then he seemed to recall what he looked like when he was young, and showed a somewhat nostalgic smile.

"He's still a child after all!"

After muttering secretly, he headed towards the door and said:

"Mr. MacLean, please come in!"

As Bernser spoke, the door opened in response, revealing Maka's figure standing outside the door.

"Hello, Mr. Bernthal... I didn't expect us to meet again so soon."

I saw Maka saying hello and coming to the desk. Although his tone still sounded so unhurried, it could be seen from his slightly faster steps that he was

This time is not just for a casual chat.

But just as he said this casually, a pair of eyes also looked at the curtains behind Bernser.

"Well?"

Even though Maka was suddenly curious as to why little Cathy was hiding behind the curtain, he didn't immediately go to find out. After a moment of confusion, he continued:

"Mr. Bernthal, first of all, I have to thank your hospital for lending me the potion preparation room again - I am really grateful! In addition, because time is tight, I will just say it... I also

I have to ask your hospital for one more favor."

Seeing that Maka was speaking seriously, Bernser temporarily put aside the matter of little Cathy, nodded seriously and said:

"What we at St. Mungo's can help is to treat illnesses and save people, right? This is our job. If you need anything, please feel free to ask."

But who would have thought that Maka would wave her hand at this moment.

"Oh, well--" he said, "it can be said to be to save people. After all, that is one of my goals. However, what I want to ask the therapist from St. Mungo's to do is some nursing work...

…And it has to be said that it may be dangerous.”

"Nursing?" Bernser suddenly asked confused, "Of course this is also within the scope of work of our hospital, but what danger is there? Is it a highly contagious disease?"

"Ah, no, that's not the case..."

After denying Bernthal's guess, Maka briefly introduced to him the situation of the Muggles who would soon be gathered together by Aurors sent by the Ministry of Magic.

In order to facilitate understanding, he simply explained those Muggles with things lurking in their souls as a group of patients who are affected by black magic and may murder the people around them.

Since once the mysterious substances hidden in human souls were successfully integrated into the soul, not even Maka could peel them out again, so he could only temporarily isolate those Muggles.

"...To put it simply, that's it."

After giving a rough explanation, Maka continued:

"Because I'm not yet sure whether that kind of black magic will give those Muggle patients suddenly powerful powers. So I have to ask your hospital to send therapists to the dungeons of the Ministry of Magic for care work - by then, magic will

The Ministry will also have Aurors and Strikers stay on patrol to ensure the personal safety of both the patients and the therapists dispatched by your hospital."

"Okay, I will select a few therapists from our hospital to go to the Ministry of Magic to stand by..." Bernthal said, but then apologized, "But you must also know, Mr. MacLean, that the therapists from our hospital and

Hospitals also have an employment relationship. If there is indeed danger, I have to obtain their consent..."

Obviously, this is actually the reason why Maca specially brought the old Muggle lady to St. Mungo's instead of going directly to the Black Mansion for inspection.

Because after finding out what was in the old man's soul, he had to hurry up and come to Bernser personally to ask for him.

After all, if the Ministry of Magic were to do this work, the whole process would be too slow.

"Of course, I can understand this. Just do it as soon as possible."

At this time, Maka no longer needed to be polite. But after a small urging, Maka turned around and walked towards the door.

"Sorry to trouble you, Mr. Bernthal." He said as he walked, "I have something to do next, so I'll take my leave now...Thank you."

Behind the curtain, little Cathy bit her lip and still stood there silently.

When she heard that Maka was about to leave, she was still very conflicted. There was an impulse to drive her out to call the other party, but she subconsciously refused to give in to those words that looked like prophecies.

They become reality.

However, just as Maka unscrewed the doorknob and opened the door, she saw that he suddenly turned his head again. Those eyes directed towards the curtains, it seemed that little Cathy could see them through the curtains.

Feel it clearly.

"By the way, beautiful Cathy," Maka said bluntly, "Don't you know if you want to live in France for a while? There happens to be a group of children about your age who are going to go there, and I think you can also go and have a look. Then

The side is very beautiful, and there is a very big castle, I think..."

"No, wait! Don't say it yet—"

When little Cathy heard these words, she couldn't help but burst out.

She was seen waving her hands repeatedly, interrupting Maka's invitation. At that moment, you could even see a trace of inexplicable panic in the eyes behind her hands.

"Um?"

You know, this little girl is usually very calm, and she was able to maintain her inner strength even before her mother died. If this is the case, what else could make her act so panicked?

"Little Cathy..." Maka quickly walked up to her, squatted down and pressed her shoulders, "What happened? You know, you can tell me anything."

"Mr. MacLean..."

Things in the future are often unpredictable, so sometimes, when people know what will happen to them in the future, they will feel scared about it.

Especially, that future was spoken clearly from someone's mouth.

Because of this, after Voldemort learned about the prophecy about himself, he immediately wanted to kill Harry Potter, who was most likely the boy in the prophecy.

"I...was in front of my mother's grave before..."

Little Cathy didn't know what she should say, let alone whether she should say it. Because just now, the prediction of the windbreaker wizard actually became a reality!

So, will the remaining sentences also become facts?

If I speak that "language" now, will it have any unknown impact?

It is precisely because her wisdom is far beyond that of her peers that she feels even more overwhelmed, because how can she understand the future?

"Cathy...Cathy?"

Maka patted her shoulder gently, making her finally focus back on herself.

"You still can't believe me? If you believe me, then say it!" He smiled gently, "Don't worry, if it will cause any trouble after saying it, just leave it to me to solve it."

It was this smile - when little Cathy was feeling extremely distressed about her mother, it was this smile that made her tense heart relax, and she finally understood what she had been holding in her heart.

Catharsis.

After that, although her mother finally left her forever, at least she left with a smile.

Now, even if what is bothering me is another completely different thing, but... if I tell him, I might still get a good result!

"Actually, I met a person in front of my mother's grave... The person was wearing a dark windbreaker and a wide-brimmed hat on his head, which made it impossible to see what kind of face was hidden underneath..."

Under Maka's guidance, little Cathy seemed to have completely given up her own thinking, and softly recounted her conversation with the strange wizard.

Although when she was retelling the other party's "prophecy", her expression still became a little nervous. But Maka gently held her hands, giving her the strength to continue speaking.

However, little Cathy seemed to be completely relaxed, but Maka frowned as she made each statement.

Prophet? Prophecy?

While listening, he shook his head to himself, but his eyes suddenly became darker. (To be continued)