The Existence of Harry Potter

4625, continue to ask for collection, recommendation and click! Although it was delayed until the next day, it was still updated. Today, which is Saturday, in addition to this one, the book next door will be updated.

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With the help of the mysterious [Boss], the three Asker came to the core of Azkaban Prison without a hitch. The boat was moored on the shore. When Asker followed Kris to disembark, he found that Dias dragged two large bags on his shoulders from nowhere, and followed them decently towards the prison.

"You are..."

"Have you ever seen smuggling?"

At this time, Dias couldn't see the useless face lying on the boat when the Dementors attacked. He seemed to know that they would be fine with Asker. Now he is like a fox and a tiger's legs, arrogant and arrogant. With his head held high, he followed behind Asker.

"I've seen smuggling, but it's the first time I've seen them smuggled to Azkaban." Asker slowed down, and when Dias reached his level, he stretched out his hand and squeezed the bag. Soft, like sponge or cotton.

Dias explained consciously: "Sponge mats and quilts, winter has arrived. Without these things, some people's relatives and friends may not be able to survive this winter."

After a little thought, Asker knew what Dias meant, but he was still a little curious: "How did you send things there before?"

"Buy the guard." Dias curled his lips, "you know, no one wants to be a guard in this ghost place, but there must be someone here, otherwise the Ministry of Magic will not be able to know in time if something goes wrong. So, magic The most unlucky people will be sent here to guard the prison, and they will have to spend money to get out of here. They are very few people who can order those dementors to some extent, I As long as every time something is sent to the perimeter, they will bring it in and put it in the hands of those who need it and they will get the money.”

"I see."

Asker nodded. Sometimes it seems impossible, but the truth behind it is very simple. People die for wealth, birds die for food, a Muggle said something like this—

"If there is a 10% profit, the capital will be guaranteed to be used everywhere; if there is a 20% profit, the capital will be active; if there is a 50% profit, the capital will take risks; for the 100% profit, the capital will dare to trample everything. Human law; with more than 300% profit, capital will dare to commit any crime, and even risk hanging its head..."

No matter how you look at it, the money that those guards received at one time was more than a hundred times more than those ripped quilts. Even the kiss of a dementor couldn't stop this level of profit.

"You move faster."

Chris, who was walking at the front, urged him. He stood on the first step of the stairs and looked at Ask and Dias, who were still at the gate of the prison, with a clear look on his face.

[The distance is more than five meters, but the dementors still haven't kept up... Except that I may have the boss's breath, the boss must have touched him, otherwise he wouldn't have been so embarrassed when he came last time... Strange, When did you move your hands and feet? It's only been half a year, and he's been at Hogwarts most of the time...]

"No hurries."

Asker stretched his back. He was negotiating business with Dias. If all goes well, he also has the opportunity to get involved in the lucrative industry of smuggling.

"Are you afraid?" Chris pointed to the ceiling, "If you are afraid, we can go back now."

"How could I be afraid."

Asker shouted at Chris. His reaction was a little too intense. Realizing this, Asker closed his mouth and quickened his pace a lot. The whole person revealed a taste of concealment.

Chris ducked to the side, and Ask, who was almost running, passed him and ran up the stairs three or two, only to hear the sound of footsteps getting farther and farther. Reaching out his hand to stop Dias, Chris took out a suitcase from his pocket that was no smaller than the package on Dias's body, smiled slightly and showed his white teeth: "Just right, I also have something to send, let's go together. ."

"Uh, okay... But he won't have an accident alone, will he?"

"Who knows." Chris' smile was a little gloomy. "The big deal is that we are responsible for taking his body back."

"Uh…"

"Let's go."

Leading Dias on a completely opposite path, Kris was not as relaxed as he appeared on the surface, as if his heart had been dusted with ticklish powder, he took a lot of effort to suppress the flaming gossip Fire, no tail line Ask and then go to the corner.

[Damn! Why doesn't the boss let me follow! 】

Unlike Chris, who was very sad and angry at this time, Ask trot all the way to the third floor. Although the corridor here is very dark and dim, Ask has run all the way to the door of a room on the third floor as if he had turned on auto-navigation. stop.

"Dong, dong, dong."

Asker knocked on the door a few times, then stood at the door quietly waiting for a response.

"Please come in."

A sweet and crisp female voice sounded, the door automatically opened a crack, and a dim yellow light emerged from it.

"excuse me."

Asker stretched out his hand to open the door. Through the half-opened door, he could see what was inside. Asker's eyes suddenly widened and then returned to normal, but the surprise on his face lingered. Continue to exert force until the door is fully opened, Ask is standing at the door, looking at the man sitting on the sofa in the living room, reading the novel and drinking milk tea, the familiar and unfamiliar face makes Asker's head tingle slightly, and he can't help but reveal a trace of the corner of his mouth. wry smile.

"Did I remember the room wrong?"

"No, you have a good memory."

Delia Hill put down the book, walked gently in front of Asker, raised her head slightly and looked at Asker's helpless smile, she smiled, stretched out her hand and stroked Asker's hair and gestured towards herself. a moment. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

"You've grown taller again, Ask."

"But it's not enough." Ask reached out and grabbed the little hand that was messing with his hair, his smile was gentle, but his eyes were extremely complicated, "It turns out that I'm not as smart as I think, at least in front of you, I will always They're all just a child, very stupid and naive."

Delia smiled and shook her head: "You underestimate yourself too much."

"Really?" Ask shrugged his shoulders and said with some self-deprecation: "I thought I knew who you are, but now I'm not sure if the person I know exists or not... Although it's a bit embarrassing to say that. , it's like admitting defeat without doing anything, but I still want to ask - who the **** are you?"

"Delia Hill."

Asker shook his head: "I don't want this answer."

"But I'm Delia Hill now." Delia stretched out her hand to straighten her hair and leaned against the door with her head tilted. "Do you want to just stand at the door and chat with me in the cold wind?"

"Why not?" Ask asked back, "At least, the cold can remind me not to be easily deceived."

"Hehehe."

Delia covered her mouth and laughed softly. Ask frowned at her and asked, "What's so funny?"

"You think I lied to you?"

"Is not it?"

"Okay, then tell me, how did I lie to you?" Delia couldn't help laughing as she spoke.