[Comprehensive British and American] The owner is not good

Seeing the man in front of him pretending to be innocent, Dana suddenly felt powerless. He didn't know when this person would be different from the original one. "Tell me, how to solve today's matter!" Dana raised his head and pressed his temple , relieved the pain, and asked after taking a deep breath.

Hannibal Lecter: "*^_^*"

"What did I tell you back then? Severus is still young, so he doesn't need to be taught how to cook two-legged sheep, how to dissect step by step, and your weird tools. If you dare to bring in again, once If I find out, get the hell out of here too!" Dana looked at the man across from him, holding back his frustration and flipping through old accounts.

"Calm down, Dale..." Hannibal didn't expect the other party to be so angry, so he gave the little kid a look.

Severus at the stone table looked at the helpless Hannibal sympathetically, turning a blind eye to the latter's eyes asking him to help, and joked that his father was angry, and if he went there, he would be dragged down along with him.

but……

The little guy remembered what Hannibal had said to him in the past, and was silent for a while, and finally reluctantly moved to his father's side, tugging at the latter's clothes.

"Calm down, what's more..." Dana was about to continue digging through old accounts, but when he felt the movement below, he looked down and found his baby standing behind him and tugging at his clothes.

"Severus?" What was the kid doing pulling at his clothes?Could it be that he wanted to plead for mercy?Dana narrowed her eyes slightly, thinking to herself, if the other party begs for mercy, then let's sit together!

"...Caesar!" Fortunately, Severus was not a child without winking, he didn't directly plead for mercy, but just stretched out his little finger to the owl who didn't know when it appeared in the yard.

The body is about half the height of a person, the feathers on the head stand tall, and the eyes are full of fierce hostility, almost to the point where it can scare a child to cry.

Exactly Tom Riddle's Caesar!

The owl landed on a chestnut tree in the middle of the yard, and when it sensed that it was being watched, it hooted and raised a paw with a letter box.

Ga!I have your letter!

Tom Lawrence, who hadn't replied to the letter for a long time, was finally willing to take the lead, and Dana didn't want to continue entanglement with Hannibal. He stepped up to the owl, plucked its feathers, and took out a letter from the letter box in the opponent's paw. .

"Little Tom asked you to come here? How is he doing at Hogwarts now?" Dana asked habitually.

"Gah!" The owl hooted as if answering his words.

"It seems that you are doing well!" Feeling the smooth feathers under his hand, the man raised his eyebrows and said affirmatively.

"Gah!" Of course!

Tom Lawrence's life has been much better since he entered the third grade, although it was pretty good before.But it’s not as luxurious as it is now. If you want to eat, the elf will come over with a food plate to feed it. If you want a female, I don’t know how many females outside want to climb into his nest!

Thinking of this, the feathers on the back of Caesar's head swayed more and more.

Dana tore off the red wax on the envelope, took out the parchment full of cursive characters, and read it carefully.

Dear Dale.

Zhanxinjia!

Haven't sent a letter home for a long time, don't know how you're doing, especially Severus, I hope you haven't pushed him into activities he doesn't like.

I am currently in the third grade, and through the introduction of Bolox, I met some seniors who have already graduated. Although I can't name the specific names because of the agreement, I can tell you that there is a handsome man with blond hair among them. , 'Platinum Noble', sounds great doesn't it?He also had a one-year-old boy, Big Severus, who looked absolutely adorable.

As for the July holidays, sorry I still won't be home, say sorry to Severus for me, I'll bring him a perfect Christmas Eve present at Christmas.

I wonder if my dear Severus recognizes Tom Lawrence after three years.

Wish you all a happy holiday!

Tom Lawrence.

Closing the letter paper, the man frowned, he couldn't help being anxious, but he didn't want to show it in front of Severus, he wanted to rush to Hogwarts to drag that brat out and beat him up.

"What's the matter?" Sensitive to the man's unpleasant mood, Hannibal asked in a voice that Severus couldn't hear.

"That guy won't come back again!" Dana said through gritted teeth, and his fierce eyes swept over the owl who was cleaning its feathers, so frightened that the latter almost couldn't catch the branch and fell off.

Fortunately, Caesar's adaptability is not bad, he flapped his wings a few times, and landed on the chestnut tree again.

"At the beginning, I didn't agree with letting that brat go to Hogwarts. He can go to heaven without fighting for three days. Mycroft insisted on letting him go. He said he wanted to study the wizarding world. What did I say secretly, now it will be three years since I left, and within three years I will send some letters, or I want to send some food, I guess I will not even send letters in the future!" Dana snorted coldly, With the mocking mode turned on, it is estimated that both Mycroft and Tom Lawrence would be humiliated when standing in front of them.

Hannibal Lecter wisely didn't approach him, but just smiled and listened to the other party's complaints silently. No one could understand the other party better than him.

Compared to talking to him about Tom Lawrence's badness together, what Dana needs more is just an audience, listening to him awkwardly hiding his thoughts about his apprentice.

Hannibal clearly understood his pride in his only apprentice, a sense of pride that he had pinned all his hopes on him and achieved success.

"I still want Severus to remember him, and I don't want to think about whether the little guy has seen him in the past three years!" Dana said more and more vigorously, and finally mentioned the most helpless point of Tom Lawrence.

When he was about to say something more, Dana suddenly felt that something was wrong, looked down, and found that the black eyes of the smaller bear child were looking at him motionlessly.

"Eh..." He got stuck very rarely.

"Brother isn't coming back again?" Severus said with difficulty concealing his disappointment.He hadn't seen Tom Lawrence for a long time, and the only memories he had left were some shadows of his infancy and the regular letters sent every month, as well as the wizard world toys brought by Caesar.

Now Dana is helpless, he doesn’t understand, that bastard Tom Riddle hasn’t been home for so long, how can this little guy remember so clearly, every time he reads a letter from Caesar, he I have to ask again.

Sighed, what should I do?Coax, my son, who else will he coax?

"Your brother said he was coming back for Christmas?" Crouching down, Dana tried to make himself eye level with Severus, and comforted him.

However, Severus didn't buy into that at all.

"That's what he said last time!" The little guy became more and more disappointed, his small body looked like an abandoned animal, which made Dana very distressed.

"Your brother's wings are stiff. When your father was about to beat him, he ran away. What do you think should I do?" Dana also had a strange brain circuit, without the slightest awareness that the other party was a child, and said very cruel words .

Severus raised his head, glanced at him silently, then lowered it again.

I always feel that what his father said is weird!

"Okay, your brother didn't do this once or twice. I guess he went to find his original mother's family background this time. He should be able to come back at Christmas, otherwise your Uncle Mike Can’t spare him, you don’t have to worry so much when you are such a small dumpling, it’s enough to practice hard, understand?” Stretching out his hand, Dana rubbed his own son’s head, and didn’t feel complacent until the latter’s black hair became messy Take it back triumphantly.

Severus: "...(┯_┯)" I don't want to talk to you, how annoying!

The little baby, who had already grown into a five-short figure, ignored the movement on the top of his head, and fell into the emotion of disgust for his father.

"Uncle Mike?" The little guy's ears moved, and when he heard a very familiar name, he quickly raised his head and asked Dana.

The dark eyes are full of anticipation, the white and tender face, the same style of white shirt, black pants, just like a scaled down Dana Lawrence!

"Don't think about it, he's still busy at the White House. There have been a lot of incidents in Hangleton County recently, and the people below couldn't handle them, so they just put them in front of him. He's probably in a state of distress now!" Dana replied bluntly. shattered his illusions.

Severus has always been very close to Mycroft, and his favorite thing is to take the black car sent by the latter to play at his 'Uncle Mike''s office.Of course, the little guy's play is just taking his own spices and playing with them in another place. There is a special place for him to sleep in the office, and there is even a miniature bed.

"Will it be long?" Severus asked eagerly.

Dana shrugged, "I guess he'll be busy these days, Sev, don't bother him, I'll take you to see Watson on Baker Street this afternoon, don't you like doctors the most?"

Severus' favorite ranking, No.1 is Mycroft, and No.2 is Watson!The former is an instinctive closeness, while the latter is very comfortable to get along with because of a mild temper.

The little black-haired guy thought for a while, and felt that they were all similar, so he nodded and agreed to the other party's proposal to go to Baker Street in the afternoon.

The last time he went to Baker Street seemed to be last month, and he also wanted to be a good-tempered doctor, and even if he didn't mention Watson, Uncle Sherlock's weird experiments still interested him very much.

"I like Mr. Ivan." Severus suddenly remembered something, and said braggingly to his father.

Dana twitched the corner of her mouth, and said a word with difficulty: "Yes, is it?"

That's why he doesn't like to let his son go to Baker Street. Sherlock is too destructive. By the way, Mr. Ivan is a skull, um, a skull that has been kept in the refrigerator for an unknown period of time.

For the 390th fifth time, Dana Lawrence wanted to beat his own bad luck again.