The Three Kids' Crime

In an instant, countless possibilities flashed through Amosta's mind, but none of them explained the alarm and suspicion Harry and Lawrence were showing now.

Since the start of term, Harry had been keeping his head down at Hogwarts. There had been no word of him causing trouble, and he had not returned to his aunt and uncle's home halfway through the term. What could have made Lawrence worry about Harry, whom he had met only once?

Or even ask outright whether he had gotten himself into some kind of trouble?

Amosta showed no change in expression, but inwardly, he became wary.

"What's wrong, Lawrence? Why did you suddenly bring up Potter?"

Amosta showed just the right amount of surprise and confusion.

Lawrence seemed to be waging a fierce internal struggle. His breathing gradually quickened, and a flush rose to his normally composed face. He hesitated, uncertain whether he should tell Master Breen the truth.

Though what had happened before his eyes that day had been utterly incomprehensible, he could keenly sense that there was a conspiracy behind it. If he told the young master, would he drag him into a dangerous whirlpool? Those people possessed such abilities... But if the conspiracy itself was aimed at Master Breen—

That child named Harry Potter was the young master's student. He had mailed something to the orphanage. He knew about Hass Orphanage, which meant he was clearly someone the young master trusted greatly. Yet the thing he had sent had been used by two people with powers like gods to kill a postman.

Over this period of time, Lawrence had gone over the matter again and again. No matter how he looked at it, it seemed inextricably linked to the young master.

Suddenly, Lawrence's expression changed. Elated that the young master had truly