"She was wronged!" Hermione recalled the conversation she heard in the toilet, "by that man with glasses! We have to help her!"

"If she's a wanted criminal..." Harry looked at the woods, "maybe we have to go straight to the woods to find them?"

No one suggested that there was anything wrong with helping a wanted criminal, and didn't care how much trouble helping a wanted criminal would cause—

Oh, Gryffindors, at a glance, did Anna stab Gryffindor's nest?

interesting.

"Flying with \'Rachel?\'" Anna shook her wand symbolically.

"Uh! Cough!" Harry almost choked on his own saliva. "Maybe there is another safer way?"

"I do know one," Fred stopped torturing the 'corpse' on the ground.

"Don't you know it from the Chocolate Frog card again?" George groaned at him.

"Hey! Can't I read a book for a day--though it wasn't learned from a book either--did you forget? We used to follow Ron!"

"?" Ron's eyes widened.

"Oh! I remember! He tried to make friends with goblins that time!"

"I've never - tried to be friends with goblins!" Ron yelled, blushing.

Harry smiled to reassure Ron, and finally someone felt the pain of \'privacy being made public\', of course Harry would never admit that \'wart on ass\' is his privacy, because Not at all, is it?

"What method is that?" Anna was a little curious.

"Use an owl!" The twins said in unison.

"The more detailed the things you give the owl, the better it will be able to find people. Although there are big restrictions, it's more than enough to find a goblin lover or a muggle."

"I'm curious—" Ron stared at them, "What did you give the owl when you looked for me?"

"Uh, what else could it be? It can't be your drool-stained pillow, right?" George's eyes were dazed.

"..." Ron wanted to say something, probably to argue that there was no saliva on his pillow, but he was too angry.

"I'm going to tell mom."

During this time, Hermione accepted the statement that Ginny explained to her, "We all ride big brooms, we are all little wizards", and refreshed her three views. Because she was still young, there was no cognition. The tragic situation of being subverted and exploded.

She took out a pen, "there's the blood of the man with glasses on it, okay?"

"Of course," Fred took the pen with both hands, "do you want to call our old friend Errol?"

Errol is the owl of the Weasley family. Judging from his age, he is indeed an 'old' guy.

"Don't bother it," Anna whistled, "let's meet my new baby."

A brown horned owl flew over from a distance, the hair on its head stood up into two sharp horns, and fell silently on Anna's arm.

"Wow! It really looks..." Ron thought for a long time, but couldn't come up with a good word, "Handsome?"

Hermione reached out and touched the owl's feather lightly. This was the first time she had come close to an owl. "What's its name?"

"Catherine, you fly very fast—" Anna rummaged through Catherine's feathers and took out a watch, "It's just some bad habits."

"Huh? My watch?!" Hermione looked at her wrist, where the watch was gone, "Why is it in its feathers?"

"It just likes to take other people's things," Anna returned the watch to Hermione, "I'm already educating it..." Catherine flapped her wings twice and hit Anna on the shoulder, Anna felt helpless, "but it seems to take this as a a game..."

"It's amazing," Harry paid attention to the strange place, "I didn't even see it start!"

"Catherine," Fred put the pen in front of Catherine, "find the owner of the bloodstain." Catherine tilted her head and stared at the pen, nodded her head twice, grabbed the pen and flew towards the woods.

The group followed Katherine along a small road. Anna looked at the map cached from the notice board to the system. They had already run to the boundary of Central Park.

"Hide!" Harry saw a car parked in the alley outside the woods from a distance, and a man was standing outside, wearing glasses and bandaging himself with a grim expression.

"**," the man with glasses cursed in a low voice, smashing the alcohol bottle against the wall.

Ginny hid behind Harry, and George pulled the two of them into the grass helplessly.

Anna saw Catherine parked on the roof of the car, staring curiously at the man with glasses, who waved it away with his hand, "Go away! Bad luck!"

Catherine dodged angrily, flew behind him and pecked his ass, and flew away amid the man's angry yelling and scolding.

"Hermione, is that the one?" Fred asked, "The one who tapped her buttocks?"

The description is very apt, and it just hits Anna's laughing point.

Hermione couldn't believe that the man in front of her was the one who recklessly threatened the girl in the toilet. He looked so embarrassed now, "It's him!"

"Very good," Anna began to move her knuckles, and finished the task early. When she went back, she could see \'Princess and Joe say goodbye\'.

"Attention...safe!" Harry was a little worried.

"Of course, I will." Anna held her wand and walked out majestically.

Actually, I wanted to say pay attention to the safety of the man with glasses, and don't make him die. Harry wiped the sweat from his forehead.

This street is very remote, and several shops have closed early. Anna observed that a watch shop had surveillance cameras, so she decided to go to the alley to start.

The man with glasses noticed Anna, he hid his injured hand behind his back, and pulled the glass shards from the ground under the trash can with his feet, thinking that he was lucky today, waiting for Vincent to come over, he harvested three in one day——

"Girl, are you lost?" He watched Anna walking towards her, and moved forward impatiently.

Look at her, she has fine skin and tender flesh, this beautiful face can have many wonderful uses.

"Oh, of course not," Anna walked into the alley, which was narrow and dirty. She came to the car and could see a young girl lying inside through the rear window.

"I just wanted to ask," she raised her wand and smiled, "do you want to go to heaven?"

"what?"

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

A group of people hiding in the woods silently watched the man screaming in the air, Ginny smiled, and Harry somehow thought of the afternoon he met Anna, and Ron patted his head.

Hermione closed her chin with her hand, and she heard the twins cheering, "...the great—heroic—confident—Anna the Bearslayer!"

The man with glasses slowly floated down, and Anna found that he had fainted, and waved to the woods, and the group ran towards the alley.

"Is this Rachel?" Ron leaned on the backseat window and looked in hard. "It doesn't look like the one on TV..."

"How did he put Rachel in the car?" Hermione squatted beside the 'corpse' of the man with glasses, "He has no car keys on him!"

"Then let's do some magic." Anna pointed her wand at the passenger's door, "Open the Araho hole!"

"Crack!" With a loud noise, the co-pilot's door bounced outwards and got stuck in the tin of the trash can.

"Merlin's briefs! If I used these just now, the man with glasses wouldn't know where to put them on!" The twins curiously approached the trash can to observe.

"Cough," Unable to control her power, Anna coughed twice to hide her embarrassment, and reached around to open the back seat door.

A wet girl was lying in the back seat, she was wearing a simple sweater and jeans, her long blond hair was stuck to her face by the water, and there were several wounds on her pale skin-it looked miserable, but even so, there were still A messy beauty.

Everyone was shocked by the \'artwork\' that suddenly appeared in front of them.

"This should be a famous painting—" Ron compared the frame with his hand, "\'Rainy Night Rose\'."

Anna gave him a surprised look. She didn't expect that the magic world's aesthetic education was good, but it's not very gentlemanly to treat a wounded lady like this.

Ginny and Hermione stood in front of Ron at the same time, "Go stare at the man with glasses and leave some space for this lady!"

"Uh..." Ron was a little reluctant.

"Let's go Ron, the twins told us to throw the glasses man into the trash!" Harry pulled Ron.

Maybe boys of this age are much more interested in \'throwing people in the trash\' than looking at beautiful women, Ron readily accepts.

"She's all right," Ginny pushed Rachel's hair aside, and they put on the glasses man's dry clothes that the twins handed over to Rachel. "She's just a little weak, but look at her wrists—" Kim Ni rolled up Rachel's sleeves, and there were several dazzling scratches on her white and tender skin.

Hermione covered her mouth in fright, "My God!" It seemed that Miss Rachel had collapsed.

Anna noticed that the four boys carried the 'corpse' of the man with glasses and walked out of the alley——

"Hey! Where are you going?"

"The lid of this trash can is stuck by the door, let's move him to the park!" Fred explained to Anna, lifting the glasses man's right shoulder.

"Be careful to bypass the watch shop's surveillance," Anna told them.

Ron vacated a hand and gave Anna an ok gesture, which made Harry's side heavier, and several people hurriedly lifted the person.

Watching them walk across the road~lightnovelpub.net~ Anna touched her chin—it smelled like a black man carrying a coffin.

Huh? Suddenly realizing something, Anna turned around and looked at Rachel in the car. The man with glasses had solved it. Rachel should have escaped danger—but why didn't the system prompt you?

Anna turned on the system and confirmed the task. The "Rainy Night Rose" showed that it was not completed.

"Anna—"

Anna heard the group of boys 'carrying the coffin' calling her name.

"Let's get out of there—" The red and blue lights flashed from the end of the road on the right side.

Anna could see a strange girl in a yellow sweater standing beside Harry on one side of the park. She held the corners of her clothes with both hands and stared at her with a concerned look on her face.

"What's wrong!?" Hermione got out of the car.

"The note is here—" Anna looked at her, admiring Hermione's exaggerated \'We're screwed\', \'wait for jail time\' horrified expression.

"Let's get away!" Ginny tried to drag Rachel out of the car.

"Wait," Anna looked at Catherine, who was standing on the trash can and didn't know when she flew back, "Maybe there is another way!"

Catherine tilted her head and looked at Anna, trying to tell Anna with pure eyes that it didn't do anything.

Believe in you.

"Goo—" Along with Catherine's dissatisfied coo, Anna hooked a key out of its feathers—

Maybe it was the sheep that held hands when pecking at the **** of the man with glasses.

Hermione grabbed Anna's arm, "Isn't it—Anna!?" Her eyebrows were so wrinkled that ten mosquitoes could be pinched together, "Isn't that what I thought?"

"Trust me," Anna patted Hermione on the shoulder, "I'm an old driver!"