Dynavale and Hogwarts

There was a secret in Mr. Ware's study, which Mrs. Ware now revealed to her son Dana.

"Dana, do you know that your father often stays alone in the study for most of the day?"

Amanda told her son softly, as if the two were discussing some great secret.

"It's been going on for many days." Then he sighed, feeling indescribably lonely.

Dana also sighed inwardly. Alas, my mother is getting into drama again.

This weird tone and sad expression are just illusions, there must be some conspiracy behind them.

Alarm bells are ringing in my head, I suspect you are plotting, but I have no evidence.

Dana was a little hesitant, should he look blank and show that he didn't hear and wasn't interested?

Still with his mouth wide open, a surprised expression

It's better to put your head closer and act like you're interested.

Amanda ignored her son's struggle and continued: "Two days ago, no, three days ago, I went to the study to deliver fruit to your father.

As a result, as soon as your father saw me going in, he quickly opened the drawer, hurriedly swept everything on the table into the drawer, quickly closed the drawer and locked it."

Dana's scalp felt numb as he listened to the chant in his mother's voice.

People who didn't know the truth from their expressions would think that the father had done something heinous to the mother.

After thinking for a while, he said, "Mary."

Amanda responded in surprise: "You are a clever girl, as smart as your mother.

I asked Mary to be careful when cleaning the study, saying I thought I saw cockroaches crawling into the desk drawer."

At this point, she winked at Dana playfully.

"But Mary went to the study to clean up and came back and told me that the drawer was always locked. By the way, she didn't have the key."

Seeing the unbreakable sadness deep in her mother's blue eyes, Dana couldn't help but want to do something: "You have the key, go secretly."

"But Dana, I can't go, I shouldn't go" Amanda shook her head and started chanting again

"I promised Bob that I won't go to the study during this period, so as not to disturb your father's important work."

Dana stared at his mother in confusion, thinking that it was not his mother's style to agree so easily.

Seeing her son's probing eyes always glued to her, Amanda explained with a slight blush.

"Bob was so gentle and affectionate at that time, people"

"Give Mary the key." Dana interrupted her mother without hesitation.

My human race will never eat dog food

"Your father also requested Mary." Mother hesitated: "She should not and dare not go against Bob's wishes."

In an instant, Dana understood that his mother had planned to let him go.

No, no, you can't be used as a weapon in vain.

"You let Mary go, Mary will listen to you." Dana decisively diverted the trouble away.

"Ah, Dana," my mother called, with a shocked expression on her face.

"How could you, how could you let your mother openly encourage her maid to go against her husband's wishes? How could you think of me so much? Am I that kind of woman?"

He clutched his heart and looked at his son angrily.

Dana couldn't stand it any longer. Such an exaggerated performance ruined this beautiful face.

Since you respect your husband's wishes so much, don't open the lock if you can.

He rolled his eyes, held out two fingers, and said, "I'm three years old and I don't understand."

"Puch!" Amanda laughed out loud: "I know you are smart, tell me what you want to do to help mom."

"Ice cream, every day." Lion Dana opened his mouth. What could be more comfortable than eating a serving of ice cream on a hot summer day? Dana's eyes narrowed.

"No" Amanda interrupted Dana's dream: "You are too young to eat. You will have diarrhea and your stomach will hurt."

Dana had to admit that her mother was right. It was meant to be enjoyed, but suffering in the end was unacceptable.

Sure enough, he is still too young and cannot do many things due to physical limitations. Dana looked frustrated, his eyebrows drooping.

"Let's dig the ice cream into a bowl and slowly wait for it to melt. Then drink it when it's not cold. You can eat delicious food without getting a stomachache. How about it?"

Dana felt as if her mother had turned into Grandma Wolf and was tempting her, and she had become the charming Little Red Riding Hood. She knew she shouldn't answer, but nodded her head.

When Dana finally ate a small portion of the melted ice cream soup, he looked satisfied and savored it carefully.

"Haha, little Dana, it's time to help your mother, now, you can eat the ice cream."

My mother's devilish voice sounded in my ears at this moment, extremely gentle.

"Father is not in the study." This was Dana's last stubbornness.

"No, he went fishing. If you're lucky, you can have fish soup at night."

The faint tone made people shiver.

"Are you coming back soon?" Dana felt that he could save his life in the end.

"It will take a while." Amanda stood up, put the drawer key into Dana's pocket, held his hand, and walked out of the room toward the study at the end of the corridor.

As he walked, he said: "Don't worry, I will be in the hall downstairs in a while. If your father comes back, I will pester him. Don't worry, mom will pay attention."

I'm not worried about you, I'm worried about myself.

Dana seemed to have reached the end of the corridor before he could react, and was pushed to the door of the study.

If his father knew about this, he probably wouldn't be beaten.

Dana touched her butt, then looked up at her mother. Amanda pointed at the study door, then quickly turned around and walked towards the stairs.

This was Dana's first time coming to the study room. Although he had wanted to read a book for a long time, it was a pity that he didn't have a suitable excuse.

As a two-year-old child, it is enough to be able to speak fluently, fully understand what adults say, and respond correctly. If you add the ability to read books that adults read,

Dana decided not to irritate the Weirs' hearts. They had it hard enough.

Poor people whose worldview is destined to be shattered and reorganized.

Dana was also a little curious about what it would be like in the study.

He has no interest in his father's secret, so you can guess what else it could be.

But how to report to the mother later still needs to be carefully considered.

Dana looked up at the door. The door actually looked a bit tall, with a round copper handle on the side. Standing on tiptoes, trying to straighten his arms, he held the handle tightly with both hands and twisted.

What adults can do easily is a big project for Dana. Just when Dana thought he was about to succeed, his hand was suddenly stabbed.

Then there seemed to be a hook behind his navel and it was hooked forward hard. He lifted his feet off the ground and flew up. He couldn't see anything clearly. Almost instantly, his feet landed on the ground again, stirring up a cloud of dust.