A Hogwarts Love Game

[To a certain negligent owl owner—]

In the afternoon, immediately after her guests had left, Mrs. Delacour read the letter.

When she told about the existence of such a letter and handed it over, her daughter's expression was very strange, and Mrs. Delacour was full of curiosity about it.

Her husband did the same, so the couple sat on the sofa with their heads together, looking at the letter on the coffee table, still muttering softly.

[Training pigeons and ravens to deliver messages has well-established training methods in our current data bank, but training an owl to deliver messages is very rare and prone to accidents. ]

As soon as she read a sentence, she looked at her husband in surprise, "If I'm not mistaken, this is a letter written by Muggles to us?"

"It seems so...I never thought we could get such a surprise today."

Mr. Delacour then said in surprise.

Under normal circumstances, wizards rarely come into contact with ordinary people. The two parties seem to be in two worlds, so that suddenly a Muggle wrote a letter to them, which felt quite fresh.

And this freshness mixed with the disappearance of the owl Sandy makes the feeling even more special, as if a "fantasy" element is suddenly injected into ordinary life.

However, what they saw next made the couple couldn't help but look at each other. The dreamy feeling of being separated from reality and the expectation that contact with a strange world might bring surprises suddenly disappeared.

[Limited by space, I will not recount the specific details of the accident. I think since you dared to send an owl across the English Channel to deliver a message to the UK, you probably wouldn't care about it.I have to say, though, your little guy is lucky to have someone who is well versed in avian medicine and care. ]

This seems a bit weird.

Mrs. Delacour frowned unconsciously and wanted to say something, but held back.

[At the same time, I don’t think you will learn a lesson after the owl returns and stop sending it around to show off to prove how obedient you have trained it, so I——]

"Don't he know that this is completely normal?" Mrs. Delacour couldn't help complaining.

She wanted to be angry, but she couldn't because the other person might have helped her owl, so she felt aggrieved.

"Are there any owls in the world that can't deliver letters?"

……

"I mean, if an owl can't deliver letters, can it still be called an owl?"

"As far as I know, Muggles do not use owls to deliver messages, dear." Her husband said comfortingly, "So we need to understand why this Muggle said such a thing."

"I never eat the raw meat and fungi that goblins like to eat, but I respect their living habits very much."

"Only if you realize the difference between us and them." Mr. Delacour said gently, "But this kind Muggle thinks that we are the same kind of people as him."

He emphasized the word kindly.

Mrs. Delacour could not say anything more.

After all, she was not an unscrupulous person. She could clearly detect from the letter that the person who wrote this letter was also the person who made Sandy return home smoothly. Of course, it was hard to complain.

His wife was always gentle and virtuous, and Mr. Delacour was satisfied with this. However, when he returned his attention to the content of the letter, he unconsciously questioned what he had just said.

[So I highly recommend that you give the poor little guy a good brushing before running around.From a color psychology point of view, silver gray can bring a sense of simplicity and sharpness to people. It does look cool to have a silver gray owl, but if you think it can still maintain its beauty after a long journey, If the feathers are not fluffy and messy, it would be a bit taken for granted. ]

……

"Does this Muggle have any prejudice against the French?"

Mr. Delacour couldn't help but muttered: "Or is the matter really serious?"

"If it wasn't serious, Sandy wouldn't have taken so long to come back."

Mrs. Delacour glanced at him helplessly, "And are you complaining, dear? That was not your reaction just now."

After hearing this, Mr. Delacour coughed dryly in embarrassment and said nothing more. He lowered his head and motioned to continue looking down.

However, there is not much content left, and the letter was not very long to begin with.

……

[Of course, maybe you don’t care about the image of a bird, but what I need to emphasize is that when sending it to deliver a letter, it represents you who wrote the letter, not just itself. This is obvious. . ]

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[So, for your own sake, please take good care of it, and I sincerely hope that you will not lose your "pet" due to some accidents. ]

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—from someone who wishes to remain anonymous.

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The letter was actually a bit short and did not say what happened specifically, but the effect was very subtle. After reading the letter, the couple looked at each other and had nothing to say for a while.

On the one hand, they feel a little depressed and annoyed that they have been misunderstood. On the other hand, they cannot really get angry, and even complaining feels inappropriate——

Let’s not mention the other party’s kindness in rescuing Sandy. From this short letter alone, we can find that although the person writing the letter is accusing them of acting recklessly for “personal hobbies”, this accusation is obviously for the sake of It was written out of good intentions to ask them to "teach them a lesson".

Otherwise, how could a stranger have the leisure to mind other people's business?

At the same time, judging from the graceful and elegant lines of English calligraphy on this letter, it is obvious that the person writing the letter is an adult with a certain level of literacy.

As we all know, the British always like to speak in roundabout ways, and such straightforward accusations are very rare among adults.

So, how serious something must have happened to make the other party write this letter to two strangers in an accusatory tone regardless of politeness between people?

They couldn't help but look at the owl that was tilting its head and preening its feathers.

"Poor Sandy...what happened to it?"

Mrs. Delacour murmured slightly sadly, "Did we almost lose it forever?"

"Maybe it was injured by a Muggle, but I checked it before and it looks very healthy now."

Mr. Delacour said thoughtfully: "Also, maybe you have noticed that Sandy seems to be a little different?"

"Its feathers are indeed more pleasing to the eye."

After taking a closer look at her pet, Mrs. Delacour said, "Perhaps it has been cared for very carefully during this period?"

"Then he is really a kind-hearted Muggle."

Mr. Delacour murmured, "To be able to save an owl in trouble with kind intentions, and to take care of it so carefully... Not only did he not ask for anything in return, he didn't even tell us his name..."

After thinking about it this way, Mr. Delacour even dissipated some of the resentment that had arisen from being wronged.

Not just anyone has such kindness and attentiveness, nor does anyone not only refuse to take credit after doing something good, but instead use a sarcastic tone to criticize the person who should be thanking him.

This proves that they have absolutely no intention of getting any good feedback on this matter...

"Muggles are really a group of wonderful beings."

Mrs. Delacour also said thoughtfully: "There are not only bad Muggles who can cruelly hurt Sandy, but also good Muggles who do good things without leaving names and are very careful... There is something wrong with the way they speak. He is also a bit rigid."

After saying this, she turned to curiously asked: "Do you think this kind Muggle is a gentleman or a lady?"

"She must be a stern lady."

Mr. Delacour replied thoughtfully, "Age between 30 and 40 years old? Maybe he works in a school, and maybe he has some mysophobia."

"...Why do you think so?"

"You wouldn't believe it, my dear, but she makes me feel so welcome."

The short and fat Mr. Delacour touched his butt with his hand as he spoke, with a slightly sad expression on his face, "I can't help but think of my deceased grandmother. She scolded me and changed me when I was young Diaper your pants.”

"I never knew your grandmother was a Muggle?" Mrs. Delacour was surprised when she heard this. "Doesn't she know how to use cleaning spells?"

"You have to consider the background of the times, dear, this spell had not been invented yet."

……

Both husband and wife are well-educated, so although they couldn't help but feel aggrieved at being misunderstood when reading the letter, they were able to look at the whole thing with a rational eye after calming down, and some inappropriate emotions were eliminated. Able to put it aside naturally.

"Speaking of which, we really hadn't thought about Sandy's image before."

Gazing at the little guy combing his feathers in a birdcage not far away, Mrs. Delacour unconsciously thought of several passages in the letter, especially the one about color, which made her feel very strange, yet able. Feel some of these truths intuitively.

"If you think about it carefully, this matter seems really important?"

"Let's not rush this. I think we should send her a thank you letter back."

Mr. Delacour said: "By the way, let's ask what happened. I mean, if what happened to Sandy was serious - which seems obvious - it would have cost a lot of money to treat him; we We can’t let this kind person spend this money on his own.”

"But dear, this may violate the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy."

Mrs. Delacour said with some worry: "People from the British Ministry of Magic are not very reasonable. It is said that they will monitor everyone in the UK who maintains contact with Muggles, let alone foreigners like us."

"If we don't mention wizard-related things, we won't break the law."

"It's weird enough to just use an owl to deliver a message, my dear."

"But the kind Muggle lady had seen this before and didn't make a fuss about it."

Mr. Delacour reminded her: "This is the main reason why we look so bad to her."

These words sounded a bit embarrassing, and they did not have the desired effect, because Mrs. Delacour suddenly woke up and remembered something.

"Oops, she might have seen my letter!"

"letter?"

Mr. Delacour was stunned when he heard this, and then asked quickly: "What did you write?"

Mrs. Delacour opened her mouth, not knowing what to say. In the end, she just said: "Some gossip, but it contains a lot of information about wizards."

"...I think you're making a bit of a fuss, don't forget you're in French."

Mr. Delacour said consolingly, "And our kind Muggle lady is an Englishman."

"The Muggle Queen of England has made no laws to prevent her people from learning French."

Mrs. Delacour still expressed concern, "No one can stop an English Muggle from buying a French dictionary."

"But it was just a letter."

Mr. Delacour continued to comfort: "I can also write in the letter that I have been to the Himalayas and seen a 100-foot-tall Bigfoot snow monster, or invented an antidote that can completely cure werewolves, but who will Believe it? You see, if this kind Muggle lady believed you, she wouldn't be so rude to us."

"Hope it..."

Lady Delacour was still worried.

"But I think it's best if we don't reply to her. It's bad, but she didn't leave us her address or name."

"It doesn't matter, Sandy can find her."

"That's exactly the problem. I guess owls in the Muggle world are unlikely to have such precise positioning capabilities."

"We have to consider that Sandy stayed at her house for a week. Honey, even if it is an ordinary owl, it still has the homing instinct of birds."

"What's more, thanking others for their help is the minimum...

……

Apparently the couple had some differences on the matter.

But adults can consider the consequences of doing things, but the girl, or rather the child Fleur Delacour, doesn't think so much at all.

After handing the letter to her mother, she locked herself in her bedroom, always agitated.

On the one hand, she could less intuitively feel the kindness that existed beneath the surface of the writer's venomous tongue.

On the other hand, it was precisely because of the goodwill brought about by this kind of kindness that she, who usually cared about whether she and her family were wronged, could not help but feel depressed, and then wanted to prove it, or say To correct the misunderstanding imposed by the other party.

So, while her parents were in a tangled state in the living room, Fleur had already written a reply like a whirlwind, and was planning to secretly call Sandy the owl to deliver the letter tonight when no one was paying attention.

"Thanking others for their help is the most basic etiquette."

After glancing back and forth at the contents of the letter, the girl's little face unconsciously showed a trace of relief, "But thanks can also be expressed in different ways, and this is also very reasonable."