Hogwarts Rising Again

Chapter 215 The Director of the Orphanage
The door in the room rang loudly, and the person who knocked on the door was very strong, as if trying to tear down the entire door.Sweet jumped up from the bed reflexively, seeming to be extremely sensitive to the sound.

"Hide." Sweet panted, he looked a little hurried.

The three of them stood by the wall, and Sweet walked over quickly, opened a crack in the door, squeezed out, and closed the door tightly, lest the person outside the door see what was going on in the room.

"You've been here all morning, haven't you? I asked you to mow the lawn in the yard, what did you do!" It was a voice like an old hen, sharp and hoarse, speaking to Sweet Seven points annoyed and three points disgusted, annoying.

"I fixed it, Mrs. Rodney," said Sweet, stiffly.

"I told you to mow your lawn down to 1.8 inches, but there's still 2 inches of grass in one area!" Mrs. Rodney yelled at Sweet.

Mo Lin and the others in the house looked at each other in blank dismay. Are the requirements for mowing the lawn so strict?Is this Mrs. Rodney using a ruler to measure it?

But Mrs. Rodney continued to shout: "I don't care where you go to learn magic and witchcraft. If you don't do your job well, I promise you will never go to any circus school next semester! You and Don't even think about staying here with this burden!"

"I'll do it again." Sweet's voice was cold.

"I don't like your tone! You're telling me, little orphan, 'I'll do it all over again, Mrs. Rodney'!"

"I'll do it again, Mrs. Rodney." Sweet sounded annoyed.

"What are you looking at? Do you think you can scare me by learning a little trick? If you want to let that vegetative person stay here, you have to forget your identity! If you still let me go before 5 p.m. I checked a grass! Yes, if there is a grass that is not cut up to standard, you wait to be beaten!"

Mrs. Rodney strode away, her high-heeled shoes echoing in the corridor, sharp and mean, and especially clear.

After a while, Sweet walked in, his face still pale.

"Sorry, I have to do something." Sweet pursed her lips.

"This woman is really annoying, isn't she?" Hugo couldn't help but said, "I thought the dean of the orphanage should be both benevolent and virtuous."

"This orphanage is funded by the government. She was just sent here to be the director. She doesn't like this job." Sweet replied sullenly.

"So she knows you're a wizard?" Maureen had never seen such a sarcastic woman.

Sweet nodded: "She doesn't agree with me going to Hogwarts to study. She likes to control everything in her hands. For her, I am an uncertain factor."

"She doesn't look good to you." An Ran said.

"She treated all the children in the orphanage badly. She beat every child, and almost all of them had bruises." Sweet seemed to be used to Mrs. Rodney's attitude towards him.

"Then you also..." Hugo asked hesitantly.

Sweet was silent and didn't answer.

"Why didn't anyone report her? It's illegal to beat a child now." An Ran said.

Sweet shook her head: "It's not that simple. Her husband is a police officer at the police station. It's useless to report it. She always has a way to cover it up."

Mo Lin said: "Leave her alone, how did you track down Lucas's whereabouts?"

Sweet glanced at Hugo and An Ran, hesitated for a moment, and said, "You have seen some of my special abilities in the painting that day."

Mo Lin nodded thoughtfully, and continued to ask: "Then can we find out now?"

"No, only within a certain distance." Sweet shook her head, looked at Winnie on the bed worriedly, and said, "I'm going to mow the lawn, which was originally her job, but now... sorry, I This has to be done for her."

Sweet left the room.

"What should we do now?" Hugo asked, he wanted to find a place to sit down, but there wasn't even a chair in the room, the room was too dark.

Mo Lin pondered for a moment, and said, "When I get home, I will ask my grandfather and ask him to find out about Lucas. But before that, there is one thing to settle."

He also walked out of the room and walked downstairs.

Sweet is pushing the lawn mower in the courtyard of the orphanage, trimming the already trimmed lawn. The red lawn mower is dilapidated, and the red paint on its body has peeled off. It trembles after two steps.

The courtyard exudes a smell of fresh grass juice. Mrs. Rodney, who is wearing a large purple dress, is standing in the courtyard and supervising Sweet. She also holds a tape measure in her left hand to measure the length of the grass. In the other hand, he held a whip and whipped it on Sweet.

"Be quicker with your hands and feet, I hate you group of orphans who have no father or mother and like to be lazy, especially you, Sweet, do you think you can become a magician after learning some pediatric tricks? Don't dream , you can only be a humble person for the rest of your life!"

Mrs. Rodney sneered with a long sharp voice, and she looked at Sweet with disdain.

Sweet didn't refute her words, and even though she was whipped, she didn't resist, just gritted her teeth and concentrated on doing her own thing, which made Mrs. Rodney even more proud.

"You humble orphan, this is just a little lesson for you, to let you know who you are and what an orphan can do." Mrs. Rodney's fat face was full of morbid complacency.

"I don't think so, Mrs. Rodney." Maureen came from the stairs, and seeing Mrs. Rodney beating Sweet, he immediately became angry: "Don't use your narrow eyes to decide the future for anyone. .”

Mrs. Rodney turned around and stared at Maureen, her pointed nose fluttered slightly, like the wings of a bat: "Where did you come from, a wild child? What are you doing here?"

"I'm a classmate of Sweet's." Maureen didn't like Mrs. Rodney's tone very much. She was the most disgusting woman who took her anger out on orphans because she didn't like work.

"Sweet's classmate?" Mrs. Rodney turned her head and stared at Sweet with a dark look, "I learned juggling with you? Sweet, what did I tell you? Don't let me see Anything about your tricks, including people! You take my word for it, don't you? You're not allowed to eat today or tomorrow!"

Mrs. Rodney struck Sweet with the whip again, but missed Sweet this time, and something seemed to block her whip.

(End of this chapter)