HP Systematic Seaver

How much. "

Sev still said in a soft voice: "A flower is a penny."

Madam was surprised that it was so cheap.

Such a fine flower, still with dew, for a penny.

Sev thinks it's normal. You must know that these flowers were withered in the garbage dump half an hour ago. He checked the flowers out and placed them in the space □□ super culture soil, and the flowers became bright again .

Not to mention that the system also let him sprinkle a lot of water on the flowers when passing by a certain fountain.It looks like dewdrops.

Madam bought a large bunch and took it away.

The system signaled Xifu to change places, and it seemed that the price was cheaper.Another place is threepence a flower.

So Sev left the community, with systematic nagging in his ears all the time: "Listen, little master, memorize the following words, if you meet a woman who buys flowers, be sure to say sister, you are so beautiful, or madam, you are so beautiful." It’s very temperamental. If you’re a man, you must say Mr. Your wife, sister or daughter will definitely like it. If you know it by heart, you should say different compliments when you see different people.”

Sev walked on the road holding the flower basket, clenching his teeth tightly.He couldn't tell.

This afternoon, the housewives in several communities saw this little boy, wearing a playful hat decorated with feathers and roses, wearing a cute doll-collared lace jacket, tied with a ribbon like a shepherd boy, holding hands Carrying a huge basket of flowers.This lovable young flower seller is always blushing, speaks in small words, but stands upright.The flowers are bright and cheap.Housewives will buy a bouquet to decorate the house when they see it.

However, the system is still nagging, why can't his master learn how to yell.He even subconsciously covered his face with the bouquet in the basket.The system is angry.

So little Sif repeated his old trick, picked a leaf and blew it.The sound of leaves blowing is crisp and melodious, piercing far away in the quiet community.

People around turned their heads, and they saw a cute little boy playing with magical leaves.

The system found that although Sif didn't yell, the business was better.A few people even came over with silver coins, and then found that there was no place to put them, so they bought a few bunches of flowers and went back.

Only then did the system know that playing music on the streets of the West can still make money.

So the system said: "Master, take off the hat, and they will put silver coins in."

For a moment, the system felt a force sweeping over him, which almost killed him, and then Sev roared angrily in his consciousness: "I'm not begging for food."

The system was oppressed by force, and he didn't understand it after a while, so he explained: "That's not the case, street musician. This is what I'm talking about."

Sev was still angry, he said: "I'm selling flowers, I use labor to earn money." The system realized how strong the little master's self-esteem is, and the act of taking off his hat and tossing coins seemed to him to get money by relying on pity .His little master would probably rather starve to death than take off his hat.

The system is silent.He looked around, and found that those who came to buy flowers thought Sif was very cute, even though he was shy and even his voice was small, his little master had a special temperament when he stood upright holding the flowers , probably an inadvertent cuteness.It just hit the cuteness of the people around.

The system concluded in its heart that its own little master has a cute temperament, and there is no need for deliberate actions, which will only add to the superfluity.This is probably natural cuteness.

Little master, I won't force you to be cute, because you don't know that you have the function of being cute.

By noon, most of the flowers had been sold, and because there was no flower ball for the little master to cover his face, the little master was even more shy, blushing so cutely.Thinking about it, the system took the little master to find a street corner to sit down and count the income in the morning.

Sif happily sat on the curb by the side of the street and put down the flower basket. While counting the money, he inadvertently kicked his two little feet up and down on the asphalt road.

The system did some calculations and found that this basket of flowers was picked up from rubbish dumps without spending a penny, but now they sold it for nearly a pound.And each household in these downtown houses needs flowers probably every week, so this business is very promising.

Seeing Sev kicking his legs, the system couldn't help asking: "Master, are your legs sore?" Sev replied: "I walked too far today, and I feel that my feet are worn out." The system looked at the owner's obviously small shoes , Visually estimated that I walked about two kilometers today.The master is very tired.

So the system said: "Let's take a rest in the afternoon and find a small park to sit for a while. I heard that there is a group of pigeons in the playground over there." The eight-and-a-half-year-old little Xifu was really happy when he heard it. Willing to go to the park.

Sev stood up and went to a nearby bakery with the remaining flowers at the suggestion of the system. There are several food stores here, but the system found that the proprietress of this one had a round face and looked easy-going, and the proprietress was really willing to take After taking away the remaining roses and geraniums, she cut a thick piece of bread for Sev, and seeing that Sev was short, she also grabbed three jam pies and stuffed them into a paper bag for Sev.

Little Sif hugged the bread, smelling the smell of hot bread, he couldn't help showing a smile without being nagged by the system, thanked the proprietress, and ran out of the shop.

In the afternoon, little Sif spent sitting on the lawn of the park.Little Sif held the big bread, sat on the grass with his back against the big tree contentedly, and watched many people rowing boats on the lake in front of him, then he went to the square and fed the pigeons with bread crumbs.When a large group of white people fluttered around Sif and ate the bread from his hand, Sif smiled very happily. He looked at the pigeons and smiled as happily as any eight-and-a-half-year-old boy .

It was almost dusk, and the tired Sif was on his way home.Although tired but excited, he kept talking to the system in his mind: "I have never been to a park. The lawn there is so big, and there is a large lake. I seem to go boating. This is the first time I feed pigeons." , I was a little scared at first, but the pigeons are so beautiful, they all fly to me, and eat the crumbs from my hands. They look so white. I didn't know they were cooing, Sounds really good."

The system felt like it was smiling.He has traveled through many worlds and done countless big tasks. To be honest, compared to the grand blueprint of those time-traveling women, selling flowers is a trick that they look down on, but he rarely sees such pure happiness , this time the owner only earned a pound, but he was very happy, even such a small thing as feeding the pigeons made him look so happy.This kind of feeling almost doesn't exist for those time-traveling girls who are busy showing off and the reborn girls who are busy fighting in the house.This mission is really good.

At this time, Sif's voice became low: "It's so beautiful here, everything is clean, and people seem to be very happy. It's like a different world from my home."

The system thought of the dusty industrial pollution so severe that it looked like the owner's home in the last days, and he felt the same way.The big cities in the West are really strange. There are places that look like hell, and there are also urban areas that are so beautiful and clean that look like paradise.

The system thought, but with me, I will let my master leave such a dark place and live in such a good community.

They kept going.

At this time, Sif's footsteps became hesitant, and he said, "Where are we now?"

The system looked around.This is not the path they took this morning.

They got lost.

Little Sev's tired feet were also sore.He came to a square, stopped, sat down on the lawn and did not go any further.

The system blamed itself for not thinking well. In the morning, it was only thinking of walking to a city without flowers, but it didn't pay attention to the landmarks on the road.I got lost.

He turned on the scan, but it was too far away and the system had to search slowly.

Little Sif watched as the sky darkened, the crowds in the square gradually decreased, and the surrounding windows lit up with warm light.

He sat on the lawn with the street lights turned on after dark.

Sev looked at the signposts next to the square.

Grimmauld Place.

☆, the quarreling little Sif

The two young masters of the Black family became more and more dissatisfied.

Oh, Merlin, they are well-fed, well-developed, and even stronger little guys than boys their age.

The first young master Sirius is almost nine years old, and the second young master Regulus, although he is much shorter than Sirius, the little guy is stronger.Such two tall, strong, well-nourished little guys who haven't gone to school are inevitably over-spirited.

The two young masters were raised according to the method of the most respectable noble young masters.They have a luxurious bedroom with Blake's family crest embroidered on the fireplace, carpet and bed. Next door to the bedroom, the two young masters also have a huge toy room, where various ancestral heirlooms from the wizarding world are piled up. Down toys and the newest toys from Diagon Alley.

The young masters enjoyed a rich breakfast every day after waking up, and they were taken to the toy room. As long as they can remember, they spent their time in the toy room. Their father was busy with affairs, and their mother also had a lady's All kinds of activities, the young masters are playing freely in the toy room, only one elf looks after them.So when they were little, they were pretty content with their lives, tons of toys, loose discipline, everything they wanted.

But as they grew up, things got a little unpleasant.

They were big, growing boys who weren't content to be locked up in the toy room like kids, and although there were countless toys and they were constantly being updated, growing boys wanted to get out and see.

Mrs. Black strictly rejected her son's request.

What a joke, the house of the Black family is located in Muggle London, and there are Muggles across the wall. Even if the Blacks lock the door and draw the curtains, they cannot change the status quo of being surrounded by Muggles. Master Black thinks If you want to go out, you will walk out of the gate and face those lowly, evil and terrible Muggles.

Mrs. Black was determined not to allow the descendants of her noblest and noblest family to be among Muggles.

However, no matter how many and novel toys there are, Master Black cannot be happy. Even though there are three hundred tin soldiers in their toy room, which can fight and fight, but thinking of the sunshine and wind outside the window, Master Black is dull.

The Black masters were very disappointed. The Black house was too dark for growing boys, the curtains were always drawn, and the two boys felt that they needed sunlight.But Mr. Black couldn't always take them to Diagon Alley to let the wind go, so they stayed in the dark room lazily, and the elf stopped them even when they opened the curtains to look at the street outside.

The second young master Regulus is okay, he is a more obedient child, but the eldest young master has some problems here.The young master Sirius is a rare energetic child.

Mrs. Black is always very pleased to see Sirius. She gave birth to such a lively son. You must know that the descendants of pure-blood nobles are always weaker and weaker from generation to generation, but her son is strong and energetic. Thanks to the gift of Blake, the next generation of Black is healthier and smarter than the next generation of any pure-blood family.

But Sirius was too energetic, and he was so eager to go out that he started to mischief, from sneaking up the curtains to watch the Muggle streets, to rolling around in every room with his own brother, and sliding down the stairs running screaming down all the corridors, jumping up and down on the hall sofa, running into mother's bedroom and messing with expensive clothes and jewelry, sneaking into the kitchen and letting the elf go to hell for being too busy punishing herself. Dare to do housework.

Mrs. Black finally compromised. She also admitted that the boys need proper ventilation, which is good for health. She finally let Sirius walk on the grass in Grimmauld Place once or twice under the watchful eyes of the elves. .

Sirius felt that his wish had come true.

However, Sirius had a completely different impulse in his heart, he longed to be unrestrained, he longed to roll a few times on the grass in Grimmauld Place, bathed in the sun and smelled the oppressed smell of the grass.Sirius, who was almost nine years old, did not realize that the impulse in his heart would develop into a desire called freedom as he grew older.

Now he is less than nine years old.

That night, Sirius quietly got up from the bed. He pushed open the window of his bedroom, took out the rope he had prepared earlier, and tied it to the window sill. went downstairs.

The young master had planned it for a long time, he had secretly hidden the rope a long time ago, but today it was a temporary idea, he just wanted to go out and have a look, and at dusk he quietly looked down from the window and heard a few numbnesses. Gua said that there is an evening market somewhere at night.

He doesn't know what the market is, sounds like fun.

The eldest young master slid down quietly, and when he slipped to the first floor, he almost lost his hand. He swayed a few times and fell to the ground, which hurt a little.

He tidied his hair and clothes, and was about to walk out of this dark alley.

He heard something behind him.

He turned away.No one was seen.

At this time, Sev was hiding in the dark place where the street lights could not reach.He had been sitting on the lawn, it was already dark, and he waited for the system to find his way home.However, after it got dark, he suddenly heard a strange noise, and then saw a figure, who opened the window on the back street in front and climbed down from the upstairs.

Little Sif immediately hid himself in the shadows.Is this a thief?

But the figure was indeed a boy.She doesn't look ten years old either.

Little Sif didn't understand.But the system understood.He told little Sif.

This is a boy who ran away from home.

Since he is not a thief, little Sev is not afraid.He looked at the boy.Tall and strong, the material of the clothes is very good.Why did he run away from home?

Little Sif pouted, hugging his own bread bag.He is very strange.

At this time, Sirius had already noticed someone behind him.He stopped immediately, and the image of the vile, evil, horrible Muggle that Mrs. Black had taught him became clear for an instant.Sirius didn't dare to move, he asked, "Who are you?"

Little Sif replied in the dark: "Shouldn't you tell me who you are first?"

Sirius turned his head: "It's none of your business."

Little Sif didn't answer, and Sirius wanted to know where the night market was, so he said, "Come here, I want to ask you about the place."

Little Sif said in the dark: "It's none of my business. I'm going home. You can do whatever you want."

The two little boys looked at each other through the darkness, and for some reason, they both aroused raging anger.

The system was taken aback by its master's sudden anger.He had never seen his master so angry.He looked at the boy, could it be a plot character too.

Sirius felt that the guy's tone in the dark somehow just provoked his anger.He said angrily: "Who dares to hide in the shadows, but dare not stand uprightly."

Little Sif was furious.The boy's tone was the one he hated the most.

The system launched a very attentive scan, and he knew that this must be a plot character.A person who provokes the anger of the little master with a single sentence is born to be wrong.

Little Sif was also angry, but he would not shout impulsively when he was angry. Instead, he said in a slow and mocking tone: "What about you, is the person who opened the window in the middle of the night still a gentleman with outstanding morals?" .”

Sirius was furious.The guy dared to laugh at him.He waved his arms at the shadow and shouted: "Who are you, stand up and let's fight."

Little Sif was about to go out, but his rationality told him that going out might not please him.That guy is strong.Little Sif remained motionless.Said in a more slow tone: "I don't want to stand in front of you, this is my freedom, don't you want everyone in the world to deal with everything by yelling like you."

Cilic was furious.

The system yelled, there is a drama, it must be a plot character, and it is also the kind of natural enemy, you must know that you have to know how to quarrel with each other before meeting.

Little Sif continued: "It's just a warning. Your voice will disturb the people in the house. This should be something you don't want to happen. Or you are willing to be caught on the spot. Then I won't bother you."

Little Sif sneaked out of the street in the shadows.Sirius reacted, but found that there was no one in the shadow.So he was so angry that he rushed out, yelling, "Where are you going, I want to fight."

Little Sif had walked along the edge of Grimmauld Place to another side street.He walked around and said to the system: "This person is really annoying."

The system asked, "Why do you hate him?"

Little Sif said angrily, "I hate him as soon as I see him. He is the person I hate the most."

The system asked: "Is there always some reason to hate someone?"

Little Sif said: "The way he speaks, his tone of voice, and the clumsy movement of his fists, one can see that he is an arrogant young master with well-developed limbs and a simple mind who is used to at home."

The system caught the point: "Arrogant, simple-minded, young master."

Little Sif said angrily: "Look at him, he's so strong, he's a head taller than me, and the material of his clothes is so good, he must be a spoiled young master. Besides, he speaks impolitely, what's he doing with his head so high, he's a duel At first glance, he looks like a spoiled and simple-minded young master, I hate this kind of person the most."

The system felt a little clear.The little master is a poor child neglected by his parents, but he has high self-esteem and is exceptionally smart.Corresponding to the young master is the kind of young master who is doted on by his parents to the point of being arrogant, arrogant and simple-minded.It's like a natural enemy.

The system looked at this pair of opponents, they were really natural enemies. The eldest young master just now probably had such a tone at home. If a person with a gentle personality might ignore it, then they can talk well, but they just met with a lot of self-esteem. Strong Sever, then there is bound to be a quarrel.

But this guy should be a plot character, and the plot characters need to get close frequently to be able to follow the plot.

At this time, the young master had already walked towards this side, and little Sif turned his head to take advantage of the darkness to leave, but the system said, "Master, ask him what he wants to ask."

Sif doesn't know what the system thinks, but he thinks it's no big deal to listen to the system, but he has to ask clearly: "Then what if he wants to fight again." The system promised the little master: "Don't worry, I will let him Can't beat you."

So Sev said out loud, "What the hell are you going to do, you're already in the way of my schedule." He used a voice that was a little tired of dealing with vexatious people.

The system was stunned for a second, Master, your tone of voice is that you don't think you can start arguing.It really is a natural enemy.

Sirius, who was nine years old in three months, choked, and said, "It sounds like you are some kind of master."

Sirius couldn't bear this kind of tone the most, and his anger surged up again: "Let's duel."

Sev continued to use a fluffy mocking tone: "At least I'm not the one who sneaked out from upstairs in the middle of the night."

Sif confirmed to the system again: "I think I really can't beat him."

The system comforts the master, he has a solution, just go ahead, the system has a solution.

So Sev still said slowly, "Okay."

Sirius was so taken aback that he even forgot his own anger, oh yeah, someone really planned to fight him, oh yeah, he can also duel with others.This is not a dream.

Sirius stood up majestically, and he said, "Come out."

Little Sif said, "But I'm very busy. I might have time tomorrow or the day after tomorrow." He pretended to be very busy and tired.

Sirius put down his fist: "Okay, next time you come and throw stones at that window. I will pay attention to you."

Sirius was elated, how cool it was to have someone from outside challenge him to a duel at night.

Little Sif turned to leave.At this time, Sirius said hesitantly to him: "Well, since you are walking outside, do you know which direction the night market is in?"

Little Sif's first reaction was to look at the sky. It was very late, and the moon had already set. He still had common sense, and it was dangerous for children to go to the night market.So he said: "You can't go." The parents of this arrogant young master must be very sad to know that he has been kidnapped.

When Sirius heard that someone couldn't go, his natural stubborn temper suddenly came up, and he yelled: "Why can't you go."

Little Sif immediately replied: "Someone will catch you and sell you to traffickers, and you will never go home again."

Sirius, who was nine years old in three months, trembled, and his mother also said that Muggles are despicable, evil, and terrible.very scary.

Little Sev felt that what he said was almost done, he quietly left along the shadow, Sirius realized that there was no one under the shadow.

Sirius stood alone in the square, looking at the street lights around him, feeling a little scared, but he cheered himself up, he wasn't afraid.So Sirius took a few steps to the lawn in the middle of Grimmauld Square, got down on his stomach and rolled, covered in grass leaves, this is what he always wanted to do.Sirius felt good and was about to continue.

Suddenly there were several bangs from the upstairs window, coming from Regulus' bedroom.This was their secret signal, Regulus had been helping him hold Kreche back, and now he probably couldn't hold it back anymore.Sirius got up dissatisfied, and crawled back to the bedroom along the rope.

☆、Little Sif duel

The business of the young flower seller Xiao Xifu is quite prosperous these days.Thrive with the help of the system.

First of all, after a few days of observation, the system found that the price on the first day was set too low.A rose costs a penny, and a penny can buy a box of matches.How can his brightly colored systematically processed roses be so cheap.So the system came up with the idea of ​​deep processing.

So when Sifer checked out various varieties of flowers from the garbage dump, he sorted them under the guidance of the system, one penny for the poor quality ones, three pennies for the slightly better ones, and flowers and leaves. The sixpence with the best form is complete, and then the best one is selected. The system calls out the flower arrangement pictures it has saved, and guides Sif to arrange the flowers according to the pictures, and tie a beautiful bow with a ribbon.Made a flower arrangement.

At the beginning, Sif didn't quite understand this kind of tossing, but he found that after classifying according to the system, starting from Spider's End Alley, he first passed through ordinary communities, selling roses of ordinary appearance, and then passing through wealthy communities, selling roses with roses. Carefully selected flowers, and finally he came to a senior community.

Seeing the security-tight automatic doors and the high-rise buildings exposed behind the fence, Sev consciously stopped outside the wall.This and the world he has always been familiar with are two worlds.

The system forced him to walk carefully in front of the automatic door, take out his best floral works, and display them within the sight of the luxury cars passing by the automatic door.

Seaver sat on the clean and tidy tiled floor, looking at the high-rises inside the wall, and the dazzling luxury cars under the tall buildings.It is difficult for him to count the number of floors of these high-rise buildings even if he looks up. There are more cars here than he has seen in the past three months. The trees here have been pruned, the lawns here are paved with paths, and this place is beautiful, clean and elegant. Seemingly far away from him, the kid from the ghetto was a little overwhelmed.However, his black eyes took a quick glance and forced himself to calm down.He is here to sell flowers. Although these high-rise buildings are beautiful, it can be seen through the fence that the green belt here is not allowed to pick flowers, so they also need to buy flowers.People here may not lack for anything, but they need to buy flowers.

He has nothing, but his flowers are the best in these communities.

Seaver stood by the driveway, watching the luxury cars go by.

Perhaps the oriental flower arrangement in the 21st century was very unusual in the west in the 19s. Soon after, a luxury car stopped in front of him. A well-dressed gentleman reached out and took a bouquet of flowers. The gentleman looked at it with satisfaction. This bouquet of red roses was handed out a banknote, and the window was rolled up and the luxury car drove away.

The eight-and-a-half-year-old boy stared at the smoke behind the luxury car with blank black eyes, and then looked at the banknotes in his hand after a while. The Queen's face was on the banknotes, and little Sif held the one pound tightly in his hand.This is the first time he has received so much money.

Next a lady with a sparkling necklace walks away with another bouquet, then a couple, a boy with a glittering Rolex, and then an old man with glasses on his chest tied with a gold chain .

Sev left the gate of the community empty-handed in a daze.Those flowers, which had been a penny a few days ago, made him six pounds now.

The system whispered in his ear about the importance of packaging.

Sif turned his head and looked at the community, continuing to show a confused look."It's so different from my home here," he said.

The system chattered about the packing fee, and shut its mouth suddenly when it heard the little master's words.The system already knew that his little master had a sensitive heart and extremely high self-esteem.

Sev looked at the tall buildings and luxury cars behind him, and he continued, "Maybe Dad is right, I'm a kid from the slums, and the place I should stay in is the slums."

The system sensed his master's inferiority complex, and he immediately comforted him: "Little master, people are all the same, there is no distinction between high and low." I remember that time-traveling women always said this in ancient times.

Sif said like a little adult: "They are rich, and I am the son of a man whose father went bankrupt and moved into the slums." The system fell silent, and he remembered the reborn girl who followed the ancient rules How to use one's own status and wealth to abuse others, sometimes the status and wealth are indeed the difference between heaven and earth.

The system tried to encourage the master: "Don't forget me, I am the system, and I am here to let you live a good life. Master, you have me, you are the protagonist, and you will be happy." The system thought of the latest farm text, Time Traveling Girl There is no status and wealth, but they are probably the happiest group of people in these fashion trends.

Sev nodded and took a deep breath.He's smart and hardworking, and he can use that to make things happen.

There was a light in Sev's eyes, and it was years before the system knew it was a Slytherin dream.But now he's just glad his master picked himself up.

Sif left the community lightly, found a hidden place and entered the space.He said to the system: "You said you want me to beat that Grimaud guy, teach me now."

The system nodded.

"Let's learn the little grappler."

The reason why the little master was asked to fight the duel was because the system knew that this person was probably a plot character, maybe a key plot character.Then the little master must deal with him.As for the duel, although that guy is very strong, but the system is from China, he is well aware of the magic of Chinese martial arts.

The system has passed through many martial arts novels.Speaking of kung fu, he has a lot of secrets here.For example, Sunflower Collection, which is the most popular martial arts secret book recently.

However, the system didn't intend for the little master to practice martial arts.In fact, the guy in Grimmauld Place could tell at a glance that he had never learned to fight, so why use advanced martial arts to deal with him, as long as a few shallow grappling hands are enough.

Besides, the little master is thin and small, but has a smart mind. Although it seems that his coordination is not very good, he can almost teach the details of those small-scale maneuvers, and he can never make mistakes.

So the system offered a map to give a brief explanation, and little Sif quickly understood it.He was very curious about the methods that would numb the half of the opponent's body when he lightly squeezed it with his hands.It took him an afternoon to memorize the locations of all the tendons on the map.

But the system didn't let the little master go to Grimmauld Place that night.Because in order to buy the flowers at a price, they have to get up early in the morning and walk a long way, not to mention the delicate work of sorting.The little master was exhausted, and almost fell asleep standing at the intersection.How to fight in such a state.

However, on the second and third day, the system still did not allow the little master to go to Grimmauld Square, because the little master wanted to learn flower art in a surprise attack, and the richer the community was, the farther it was from Spider's End Alley, so the little master would fall down every day when he returned home. Immediately fell asleep on the bed.

So until Sif was proficient in dismantling this small grappling hand, he still didn't go to the appointment.

Finally on this day, in the afternoon of earning six pounds, Seaver set off for Grimmauld Place.

After dark he reached Grimmauld Place.The street lights had just come on at this time.

Sev walked to the back street where the boy appeared, picked up a bottle from the ground, stretched his arms and swung it around, then threw it to a window on the third floor.

Sev looked down for another bottle, intending to continue throwing it.At this time, a window on the third floor was flung open.

Sirius' head appeared at the window, and he saw a person standing vaguely in the dark place below.Sirius became agitated. He poked his head out, waved his arms, and jumped off the windowsill to find the rope.

Sirius has been waiting for three full nights, and he didn't sleep every night. He even planned to curl up on the window sill all night. Is there anything more exciting? He made an appointment with someone to fight, but that person didn't show up on the first day. Appeared, that person didn't show up the next day, and on the third day Sirius waited almost all night and still didn't show up. Sirius became more and more anxious, could it be that day was a dream, why did that person never show up again.Sirius huddled on the window sill, getting more and more sad.

At this moment, a bottle hit the glass, and Sirius was excited.

Soon, he tied the rope to the windowsill and slid down.Sure enough, he saw the man in the shadows.

With a big smile on his face, he greeted with a magic arm and said, "Great, you're finally here, I've been waiting every night. How did you get here?"

Still in the shadows, Sev said, "I told you I was busy."

Sirius didn't take it seriously, he continued with high spirits: "What do you do, you haven't shown up for the past few days. In order to wait for you to doze off during the day, my mother has scolded me several times."

Sirius, who will be nine years old in three months, has already forgotten the last quarrel, and now he is full of joy, as if treating an old friend who has been waiting for a long time.

It has to be said that Sif is not used to this kind of familiar attitude at all, why can someone greet someone who doesn't know his face like an old friend.He was awkwardly silent for a while.

The system laughed in his heart, this guy from Grimaud is indeed a natural enemy, his little master can't deal with the brainless and arrogant young master the most, and he can't deal with the cheeky and enthusiastic idiot, this guy from Grimaud is just You can easily switch between the two modes.

Natural enemies.

Sure enough, Sev couldn't stand it anymore. He said to Sirius, "Let's hurry up, I'm still busy."

Sirius looked at him puzzled, then patted his forehead loudly: "Duel, oh yes, we are going to duel. Let's start then."

Sirius said to Sev, "Come out."

Sev didn't move. He said, "Why."

Sirius said: "I read from the book that a duel requires two wizards to bow to each other, and then take three steps backwards before starting."

Sev shook his head.So many rules.He said: "We are all children, that is the rule of adults."

Sirius was confused, he thought for a while: "It seems to be the same."

"Now we start, we count to three and we run at each other," Seaver said.

Sirius thought about the picture books he was reading, as if the tree knight duel was done like this.So all right.

The two boys counted to three,