[HP] Walk in Thorns and Flowers

"Clean it up." The little girl recited the incantation anxiously but with a straight voice.For a moment, Lockhart couldn't believe his eyes. The wizard's robe, which was dusty, musty, and more like pickles than pickles, suddenly became brighter and brighter.And the eyes of the little girl in front of him revealed a suspiciously sly look, and she raised the wand to his eyes with both hands.

He must be mistaken, Lockhart muttered.He looked the little girl from head to toe, only to find that the little girl had a pair of sapphire blue eyes, which looked extraordinarily lively on her skinny face. The two pinches stubbornly raised two small arcs, making this quiet and introverted little girl look a bit naughty.The wizard's robe hung loosely on her thin body, and her two small hands were exposed, revealing pale and moist skin, as well as obviously overlong but neatly edged nails.

"Sir..." The little girl's mournful cry finally awakened Lockhart, who was in a fugue.He showed his white teeth again, took his wand with one hand, and put it carelessly in his waist, and lifted the little girl up with the other hand indifferently. "It's so frighteningly light." He muttered in a low voice, held the little girl in his arms, stared at her big eyes and said, "Thank you Merlin, you little brat, you probably don't remember who saved you, yes I, Gilderoy Lockhart, third class recipient of the Order of Merlin, honorary member of the Anti-Dark Arts League, four-time winner of the "Wizard Weekly" Most Charming Smile Award, the greatest male wizard writer of this century. You should Remember, this is your pleasure."

"Yes." The little girl seemed a little impatient.But Lockhart didn't notice it, and still said to himself: "I once killed a vampire in Thurso, and the Muggles in the whole village are grateful to me. When I was in Cornwall, I met a vampire." Ghouls, I bet only a wizard like me can deal with them for a week, oh, we once sat side by side on the eaves, watching the stars all night... You know, if I didn't hear that there was a I found a hag, and hurried over to save these Muggles, you kid, you probably have to go see Merlin..." He babbled on for a long time before he could hear the long breath in his ear, his only audience, it seemed She had already exhausted all her strength and curled up in his arms like a slush.The long nails grabbed the hem of his clothes uneasily—she had already fallen asleep.

It was night when the little girl woke up again, and there was a faint sweet smell of crepes in the air. She propped up her little body and looked around the room she was in—it seemed to be a storage room.She saw at least sixteen Lockharts showing off his brilliant teeth, nine grooming his golden hair, and seven or eight looking at her.God, how narcissistic is that Lockhart guy!She climbed out of bed speechlessly, her gaze was attracted by the books placed on the crooked small square table - "A Year with the Tibetan Snowman", she turned a few pages, and burst out laughing.She couldn't help but keep looking until Lockhart knocked on the door impatiently. When she looked up, Lockhart was already standing in the doorway, wearing a new set of violet wizard robes, his face paler than that in the storage room. Any photo is ugly.

"Little devil! Don't you know to help in the kitchen when you wake up? I'm not a shelter here." He gritted his teeth and yelled, waving the spatula in his hand as if trying to turn her into a puppy.

"Sir..." The little girl didn't seem to hear what he said, and shouted in surprise, "Did you write this book? You are so amazing...Can you teach me magic?"

When Lockhart saw the book raised in the little girl's hand, his stern face instantly softened, and he said triumphantly, "Of course! But, brat, you'd better come out to eat first, otherwise, the famous Lockhart is going to starve to death."

The little girl immediately put on slippers that were several times larger than her little feet, and happily followed Lockhart out of the room.The dinner in front of me was very sumptuous, grilled steak to medium rare, soft and glutinous foie gras, hot crepes, and a large plate of fresh fruit... She swallowed secretly, it was unimaginable, like Lockhart Such a wizard has such good cooking skills, he is really amazing!As she thought about it, she skillfully cut a piece of steak. It was so delicious. She marveled in her heart. She felt her numb stomach start to move, and she stuffed another piece of steak into her mouth.

The delicious hot juice overflowed her mouth at once, and Christo clucked her tongue in satisfaction.

Although he won't "clean up", he seems to be really good.

Lockhart seemed to see through her thoughts, blinked happily, and said: "Many people know that I am a great wizard, but few people know that I am also a talented cook. Although many people think that this will appear flashy, but In fact, I never thought I'd be a great witch if I was good at cooking."

The little girl laughed again: "I know, sir, you are a great wizard."

"Yes, as one of the greatest wizards of this century, I'm afraid I don't have time to take care of you." Lockhart changed the topic and said apologetically.

The little girl choked on the crepe because of his words.She blushed and coughed for a long time before saying, "But sir, I really have nowhere else to go." She looked at Lockhart pitifully, her eyes wide open, as if he would just say no again There will be big big tears overflowing.Lockhart seemed really embarrassed, he put down the knife and fork, took a tissue, wiped his mouth, hesitant to speak, after a long time, he showed a reluctant smile: "If you can do it, I don't mind You stay." He got up and patted the little girl's head: "Eat well, I will test you later."

But how could the little girl still be in the mood to eat? She wolfed down her stomach casually and ran out of the dining room. "Come here." Lockhart instructed immediately when he heard her pattering footsteps.

When the little girl found the room and saw the so-called test, she was stunned—the mountain of wizard robes, the tableware piled higher than her, and a whole box of letters.Lockhart stuffed the wand into her hand, and said soothingly: "Well, a busy wizard like me doesn't have time to deal with such small things, so if you want to stay, this is a must, Work hard!" He patted the little girl's thin shoulder, and the little girl's expression obviously pleased him, "I think I have to write my manuscript, I don't mind having a cup of coffee later, by the way, don't forget to clean up the dining room Yo."

"Got it." The little girl lowered her head, and with her dexterous little hands, she rolled the wand one wreath after another.Lockhart left satisfied.If he had been a little later, he might have seen the docile little girl he thought was timid showing a tricky smile.The famous wizard can't use the magic spell to "clean up"?The little girl stepped forward and picked the pile of wizard robes with her wand. It was hard to imagine that the great wizard Gilderoy Lockhart, who fought against the Yeti in Tibet, lived such a strange life.She picked out a wizard's robe, which she recognized, he'd only worn it today, and she shrugged. Too bad a clean-up wizard wouldn't be able to use it.She chanted the spell casually, and everything became clean, including the gray-green robe, which also turned back to emerald green.

She opened a few more letters, all of which were his fanatical female fans describing their admiration for him.It's really annoying that he didn't reply to the letter in person, no, she has to thank her, otherwise how would she have the opportunity to stay.

She picked up the quill, dipped it in the ink, and was about to pick up the pen to reply to the letter, but she always felt that this scene was a little bit familiar—yes, a spell came out of her head so naturally, she was a little suspicious Picking up the magic wand at the side and tapping on the quill, he read out the series of inexplicable spells. The white quill immediately jumped up, wiped the ink, and landed firmly on the beginning of the parchment. "Dear Ms. Susak..." she read tentatively, the quill automatically drew elegant round characters on the parchment, she suddenly felt better, ran to the storage room, and put all the quills hugged out.

"I am very happy to receive your letter..." Twelve feathers were neatly written on the parchment...

In the end, Lockhart didn't wait for the midnight coffee. When he came out of the bedroom refreshed, what he saw was a messy but brand new wizard's robe, shiny cutlery, a new box of envelopes, and a box of envelopes lying on the table. girl falling asleep.He walked briskly down, took away his wand, took a letter and opened it to read, a big smile bloomed on his face - originally planned to publish a missing person notice in the Daily Prophet , but now he feels that he needs a free little secretary more.He pushed the little girl: "Okay, kid, get up quickly. You've barely passed the test. Now pack yourself up and I'll make breakfast."

The little girl rubbed her eyes and got up, it took a while to realize, she followed, the sound of pattering footsteps was especially loud in the quiet morning. "Sir, do you mean I can stay?" she asked cautiously.

Lockhart fastened his apron, tapped her on the head with his wand, and said with a serious expression: "The bathroom is over there, kid, work hard, or I can kick you out at any time."

You won't kick me out, the little girl whispered in her heart, but she still tried to look surprised and ran happily to the bathroom.

"Get out, get out, you dirty brat!" The little girl just opened the door, and the big mirror embedded in the wall immediately screamed amazingly. She could vaguely hear Lockhart laughing in the kitchen. Voice.Very well, she smiled harmlessly, and glanced at the mirror calmly.She closed the door smoothly: "Mr. Mirror, I think I can make you scream even harder." She rested her long nails on the mirror, clearly feeling its restlessness.

"You despicable brat, take your hand away!" the mirror seemed to muster up the courage to say.The little girl rubbed her chin neatly in her spare time. Although she was very unaccustomed to such long nails, she decided that she would cut them off finally.