[Comprehensive British and American] Righteousness without haze

The sun is also very good this day, and the wooden steps are covered with warm yellow tones, leading to the pebble-paved path. The green plants on the soil are half bright green and half shaded.The temperature of the white-painted iron swing is just right between high and low, and the human sense of touch will not feel uncomfortable. Not far away is a small table with a few thick books.

A boy with light brown short hair sat on it. The swing was still without too much shaking. There was an open book on his lap. There was a small space between his back and the back of the chair, and his eyes did not fall on the pages of the book. Instead, he looked at the white courtyard fence, with his hands still there, like a blind man reading.

It is said to be a courtyard, but it is actually very small. It is only the size of an ordinary house, but overall it is relatively comfortable and beautiful.

The most affordable residence.

It's actually very easy to understand why Noel didn't choose a more... more luxurious house even though he was not short of money.He just lived alone, and it would be difficult to take care of the house if it was too big, after all, there were no house-elves here.

There are already the last unread books on the table. Although the thickness is considerable, the number is very small in twos and threes, which indicates that he will be able to finish the remaining books soon.But maybe it was because he had been concentrating for a long time before, and when he didn't need the potion for the time being, it was normal to wander for a short time.

That might as well be some kind of inconspicuous aftereffect.

When I was at Ohio Seminary, the sun was as good as it is now, but the afterglow that belongs to the setting sun is more colorful and dimmer than the afternoon sun at that time.

That's when he told the girl that they were alive and she was alive.However, in fact, when another victim who did not report was found the next day, the other victim had committed suicide because she was pregnant with the criminal's child.They weren't all alive as he said.

This made him feel very... In fact, he himself didn't know what kind of emotion it was, but the only thing that was certain was that it was definitely not a pleasant feeling.

Al has been gone for a few days, and he may be able to roughly guess the cause and effect of this, but after guessing, he began to question his behavior of coming here.At first, Al stopped him from driving.

The wind blew through the pages of the book and made a small sound, reflecting the branches on the ground with mottled light and shadows. The shadow under his feet moved in a non-negligible range. Noel fell backwards on the hard back of the chair, and his legs left the ground. Because of such strength, the swing performed its original duty, and the light brown hair fluttered and fell as if gilded.

The sunset glow in the evening is very magnificent, and the orange and yellow are smudged with a similar harmonious and beautiful color, like the mixing of gouache paints.This kind of light shines on the white and smooth texture, like a beautiful scroll, and even the pupils of the eyes seem to be engraved with traces of the sunny sky.

He stopped the swing of the swing, blinked, got up with the book on his back and walked to the table beside him.The top one has a classic packaging, and the texture of the cover is still a bit rough. It is not a book by the doctor, but he bought it out of interest. letter.

In the first letter, he expressed his greetings, described the customs and scenery of Baltimore, and asked if his mobile phone was okay; in the second letter, he described the scenery of Virginia, and teased the other party that he would change his image the next time he met Maybe he couldn't recognize it at first glance; the third letter, which he was planning to send now, included the scenery of Ohio and the number of his "new mobile phone"... Maybe next time he won't have to write a letter so much trouble up.

The recipient was a hospital nurse named Adele.

The reason why he planned to send it now is mainly because, anyway, he always has to go out at this time, and there is no need to rush to send a letter, so it is better to finish the things to be done at once.After posting the letter, Noel was still thinking about what to have for dinner today...or where to eat it.

That's right, people like Noel have always waited for others to serve them to the table, but he himself doesn't know how to cook at all... This is the real reason why he goes out at this time almost every day.And a person like Noel wouldn't feel ashamed because he lived alone but couldn't cook at all.

He thought it was normal, because almost the entire Slytherin house couldn't cook...or to put it another way, they didn't even have the consciousness to cook for themselves.

However, compared to these young masters and ladies, Noel is a little bit better. This is not to say how good his original consciousness is, because even before time travel, he is still a master who stretches out his clothes, stretches out his hands, and opens his mouth. In fact, I once had the idea of ​​trying to cook by myself.

It's not that he became interested in cooking, it's just that he had such an idea when he was still contemplating his first escape plan. Occasionally, he was very bored one day, thinking of his identity at that time, staring at himself With his hands, he recalled the plots of washing hands and making soup on TV, and thought that it might be of some value, so he ran to the house elf's kitchen.

But in fact, he still didn't do it in the end.Seeing the skillful and fast movements and casting spells of the elves, he quickly gave up the idea of ​​doing it himself.

…Then directly took a snack that was about to be completed and added a final step at random, and just brought it to the Dark Lord, very carefree.

At this moment, the sky was already dark, and the lights on the street were already on, indicating that it was almost time for dinner. Noel finally decided to toss a coin to decide whether to find a store here to settle the matter. For dinner, I'd better go back to the store near my home for dinner... If I stand up, I'll call it a foreigner.

Having made up his mind, the brown-haired rookie profiler tossed a coin, but the cell phone rang suddenly in his pocket and he didn't catch it.

"Noel?" After pressing the answer button, the familiar FBI agent's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Yes, Dr. Rhett?" Noel stared at the falling coins as he replied, making sure he didn't leave his sight.

"Well, I'm sorry to call at this time, but... there is another case." The doctor's voice sounded a little awkward, obviously not used to this kind of communication.

Well, it seems that he doesn't have to worry about where to eat today.

"Sir, is this yours?" The kind passer-by asked him as he picked up the stopped coin.

"Ah, thank you!" Noel took his coin and started on the road to where Bau was.