Hogwarts Melon Eater

"Mr. White... Have we met somewhere else?" Sitting in the back seat, Anna couldn't help but ask this question. She felt more and more familiar with this person.

"I don't think it should be." White didn't seem to take Anna's question too seriously. "It looks like you're not old enough to be able to go in and out of the lounge, and you're not interested in watching football, much less likely. Stepping into the back seat of some boy's motorcycle without the parent's permission, right?"

"Anna is a good boy," Lianna, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned her head and looked at Anna with a very relieved expression.

Alcohol, rugby, motorcycles, Mr. White's words may reveal his three hobbies, but after thinking about it, no one around him has any interest in this area...

Anna's eyes crossed the top of the little Ai Wen's head and poked at Harry. Harry pursed his mouth and returned her an unintelligible expression.

"Mr. White, I suddenly remembered what you mentioned last time," Lena kept thinking about work when she was free, "You said that you don't need to describe yourself too much in your mother's biography, but Are you writing more about your brother?"

Mr. White's body muscles stiffened for a second, but quickly relaxed, "Well... yes, it's mainly because I'm not around her often, and to be honest, she doesn't like me very much."

Linna took out a small notebook and began to record, "Why do you think that is?"

"Maybe, uh, maybe I don't listen to her the way my brother does... I always wish I could be different from them," White looked far away through the windshield, "I was always young when I was young. I'm all thinking about resistance, I hate their hypocrisy, and I hate that kind of repression that always exists..."

"We have a big house with seven fireplaces, but it's always gloomy, and my family is gloomy, too," White curled his lips, showing a disdainful expression, "They wear black dresses every day, like Always ready to go to someone else's funeral."

"But when they do go to other people's funerals, it's not like attending funerals anymore, it's a social party with ulterior motives and everyone's favorite, social parties - whose sons and daughters can already agree on a wedding date, who Whose wife is with whom, whose status and status do not match at all, and everyone should unite and expel whoever…”

"At the end of a funeral, three or four marriages can always be arranged, the ownership of seven or eight shops can be resolved, and even more bizarre, a woman who has just become a widow has found someone she can spend her life with in a blink of an eye—this can So fast, I sometimes feel like they have a plan for who's going to die next."

Everyone thought that Mr. White was too exaggerated, but he couldn't help laughing. White also laughed, "So, there are reasons for all this."

"Can you tell me more about Ms. Walburga in your eyes?" Lena stopped the pen in her hand and looked at White's eyes, those beautiful eyes.

There was a traffic jam in front, so White also turned his head to look at Lena, "The mother in my eyes, if five-year-old me, she is the best mother in the world, always standing in the front, putting everything All ready, always give us the best..."

"But to me at sixteen she was the worst mother ever, mean, manic, screaming like crazy, trying to take full control of my life, my future wife's life, my children life, and everything she could touch."

"And now, she's... a mother to me," White paused for a moment, "I didn't realize that until a long time later, whether I liked her or hated her, she was always my mother, and she was able to be merciless. Expel me from the genealogy, but still be able to believe me unswervingly at some point... In short, very contradictory."

"Maybe her love is different, and each of us expresses love in different ways," Lianna nodded and added after a while of silence, "but she does still love you."

Anna in the back seat also nodded silently, this melon is quite positive.

"Yeah..." Mr. White stretched his voice, as if thinking, and then looked at Lena again very firmly, "But if I have the opportunity to choose the kind of motherly love for my child that he can get, I hope it is you. Love."

The soft sunset broke in through the windshield, the handsome man and the beautiful woman looked at each other affectionately. The audience in the back row could not see the specific situation, but could only see two backlit silhouettes getting closer and closer. Getting closer…

Anna was stunned. It was like when eating melons, the round watermelons jumped up vigorously and smashed **** the head of the melon eater, making the head buzzing.

"Cough cough cough cough!"

Anna coughed violently, it sounded like she was about to cough out her lungs, her face flushed, and she hurriedly pointed to the front, "Uh! In fact! I noticed—the car in front moved!"

"Yes, yes! It seems that the police have come to clear it up!" Harry hurriedly added, and he was so embarrassed that his toes clenched. He looked at Ivan and then at Anna, not knowing where to put his eyes.

Linna also reacted suddenly, "Is that so? Hahaha..." She coughed twice, lowered her head and pretended to memorize something in the small notebook, her ears turning red.

Lena did have a crush on Mr. White, maybe when they were looking for inspiration in a coffee shop together, or maybe that Ms. Walburga's favorite romance movie gave them different feelings for each other, or maybe someone. A coincidental encounter on a sudden rainy afternoon—

It always rains in London. When it rains, there are so many people sheltering from the rain on the bus stop. Some people are cursing their mobile phones to deal with the water, and some people have found their love.

But now there is a problem, she is not sure whether her fragile daughter Anna can accept the old mother's new love.

"Why, indeed," Mr. White craned his neck to look ahead, "it looks like we'll be able to get rid of the annoying traffic jam soon, if I say, boys, if this car could fly, That way we can fly home without a moment's delay."

"Flying!" Ai Wen giggled, showing great respect.

Thanks to Ai Wen, a little kid who didn't understand anything, the atmosphere in the car quickly returned to normal, but no one chatted anymore. Mr. White turned on the car music and played the song list until the end of the loop. The second time the car finally stumbled into Privet Drive.

Anna quickly got out of the car as if her **** was on fire. After stepping on solid ground, she suddenly felt that she was too unstable.

'What's the matter, Anna, you are already in your twenties, why are you so reckless? Is it affected by physical age? '

She reflected on herself, 'Of course Lianna can pursue new love, how old is she, she is still young, besides, what right do you have to dislike this? '

'And Mr. White looks like a perfect diamond king. It's a miracle that there is such a good man these days. It's just a little too perfect. It doesn't feel real, but it may be an illusion...' Anna looked When Mr. White got out of the car and opened the door for Lianna, the action was very elegant, she couldn't figure it out, couldn't figure out what was abnormal.

Harry also got out of the car, and he let out a sigh of relief, "I don't know why, I feel so relieved now, how about you, Anna?" …”

"Harry, about Mr. White..." Anna glanced in Mr. White's direction and lowered her voice, "Is there anything unusual about him? Um...or something unusual?"

"Extraordinarily rich," Harry said with certainty.

"Perhaps, what's more bizarre? Uh, like killing people in your sleep, like to collect women's high heels, or like to mutilate small animals or something?"

Harry's eyes widened, "God! Mr. White is not a wanted murderer!" He sighed, "Anna, to be honest, I think Mr. White is really perfect... everyone will like him, maybe just You haven't spent enough time with him..."

Yes, is that so?

Anna reflected on herself again. Maybe she was too sensitive, and she felt conspiracy and suspicious about everything. This time it was just a simple Muggle love, so what kind of big event could she be involved in?

While Anna and Harry were chatting, White had put the suitcase at the gate of No. 8 Privet Road very thoughtfully. He straightened up, smiled and pinched the cheek of Ai Wen, who was being held by Lena. , everything is harmonious, it seems that he is definitely a good father, a good man who takes care of the family, and a suitable marriage partner.

"If that's the case..." It's okay to look at it. Anna looked at the peaceful scene in a daze. Could it be that God has mercy on her and she also has the opportunity to experience complete family love again?

"Anna! Hey! Anna—"

"Oh, sorry, what did you just say?" Anna smiled apologetically at Harry.

"Ah, it's okay, it's what you said about mutilating small animals, I suddenly remembered that Mr. White hates mice," Harry shrugged, "I happened to see him torture a mouse to extract a confession, hey, but it's not For what, there are many people who hate mice, and Mr. White hates mice a little more than ordinary people."

"It's normal to hate mice, it's not strange at all," Anna was very sure.

"But I heard Ms. Lena mention once that the name Suris itself also means mouse," Harry giggled, he found it amusing, "A man named mouse hates mice so much, White Mister may not have thought of it himself."

Anna was interested, and she continued to diverge along Harry's words, "And his last name is White, so if you put it together like this—"

"Little guinea pig!" Both of them laughed, sometimes children's happiness is simply based on mocking the adult's name.

"But according to Mr. White's hair color, it would be more appropriate to call him a black mouse."

"Souris Black? (Souris Harry laughed heartlessly again. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

Ugh?

Anna couldn't laugh because she accidentally turned her head and thought of another person.

The man who just made himself up as a loyal Voldemort fan, the first Death Eater spy, and Hogwarts 007, Sirius Black

Rich, handsome, not dealing with the family, has a good brother who listens to his mother, the family always attends all kinds of pure-blood parties, has a cocoon on his hands that often holds a wand, is obsessed with alcohol, Muggle teams, Flying motorcycle... No wonder those eyes look so familiar. Although the face is disguised, it is still a **** dog's eye!

Now Anna finally knows where the sense of disobedience on the diamond king's fifth comes from. Damn, it turned out to be from Azkaban.

She was silent for a while.

Wait, the pureblood Black family...

If Lena, who has no magic power, gets married, the sheep will enter the tiger's mouth, then it seems that it will not cause any grievances between the rich and powerful, and it will directly change from "Downton Abbey" to "Ghost Exorcism"!

Sirius can get along, but he can't. If Lina marries, the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law can only be absolutely zero. What if the mother curses again, and the beauty dies?

In addition, their relatives are pure-blooded players with small mouths smeared with honey. It would be amazing to meet a few during the festival. If people don't get dizzy, they must be of high psychological quality.

There is also the issue of Sirius' identity. I will not talk about the fugitive. The key point is that he is still a member of the Order of the Phoenix. People bring home...

No, that's not right! Anna's brows furrowed more and more tightly.

This marriage needs to be reconsidered!