[HP] I have a date with Snake House

He has the position to consider the issue, but he has already stopped at the door from the blood.

"Maybe you also need to take a nap right away," Grynn suggested, "and then think about other problems."

This ostrich-sounding solution won Lancet's approval. The boy suppressed all kinds of frustration, anger, and unattainable expectations in his heart, and got into his bed early.

"Good night, Grian, and," the boy muttered, looking at the little white dumpling under the bed, "Xiaolong."

"Good night, little Prince Lance." Like he did every night, Gryen flew to the light switches in the room and turned them off, "I wish you a sweet dream."

good dream.Lanster finished saying this in his heart, and let himself fall asleep quickly.

Lancet was awakened by the knock on the door of his own mother in the bedroom at home.

"Honey, don't make me say it again," Ellie's voice sounded outside the door, "You should get up! Think about what day it is, huh? Do you want everyone to wait for you?"

What day is today?Lanster blinked and sat up, isn't today the second day of Christmas?Another question is, I obviously spent my first Christmas at Hogwarts, why is it now my home?

"Okay, I know Ellie." Although he was puzzled, Lancet jumped off the bed immediately under Ellie's loud voice, "Didn't I spend Christmas at school? Why am I here now?"

The door was opened with a "click", Ellie looked at him with a hopeless face, and said pitifully: "Are you confused, baby? I found that since you woke up from the coma, your memory has been intermittent. , Shall I remind you," Ellie pointed to the magical calendar on the wall, "You have graduated from Hogwarts for a year and a half?"

The author has something to say: The stupid author who missed the bus when he returned to school from Beijing simply bought a ticket and went home 233333, but when he got home, he was told that the computer at home was completely broken by his father half a month ago┻━┻︵ ╰(‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

At present, the stupid author is using a mobile phone to code words, first put a section of the code that was just coded, and then upload the rest of the code, it is really inconvenient to use a mobile phone to code 55555 Always forget to save and then quit, resulting in just code The word was deleted┭┮﹏┭┮ Babies, please continue to love me, don’t send blades and say, I will work hard

☆, four years

73. Four years

What's going on here?Now.

Before I fell asleep, I was obviously just worrying about how to solve the relationship between me and the overbearing chief, why did 4 years pass when I opened my eyes?

Lanster looked at the calendar on the wall. It was great. December 1998, 12. "What should I do now?"

"How?" Ellie snorted through her nose. "I can't think of any other important things for you at this time, besides rushing to Beauxbatons to attend the Christmas ball tonight."

"Wait, Mom," Lancet called to Ellie, who was about to turn around and leave room for her son to change clothes. "What am I going to do at Beauxbatons? Today is Christmas, shouldn't I stay home and eat a turkey Or shall we go to Grandpa's together?"

"Hmm, it seems that you have indeed forgotten something," Ellie said as she turned around and crossed her arms, "If you hadn't promised that kid Oberon half a month ago to be the hostess for this year's Triwizard Tournament Christmas ball As one of the performers, you should really enjoy the things you just said, but unfortunately..."

"Is it the turn of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to host the Triwizard Tournament this year?" Lanster rubbed his temples and asked, "But why did you invite me to perform at Beauxbatons? Am I doing so well now?" Could it be that I Become a great pianist in the wizarding world after graduation?So that Mrs. Maxim wanted to invite me as a Hogwarts graduate even if she wanted to save face?

Mrs. Nott understood what her son was thinking with just a glance from the corner of her eye, and therefore, she interrupted Lanster's good sense of self in time. "You should be thankful that Carter Oberon became the principal of Beauxbatons this year, otherwise I am quite sure that you will never enter the gate of Beauxbatons in your life." Ellie added this sentence, feeling that she had already stopped here It's been long enough, "Okay, I'm going to prepare breakfast. After eating, we have to catch the plane to France. There is not enough time, young man. If you have any questions, you can talk to the plane."

"Oh, fine." The young man on the bed nodded and began to quickly pack his clothes. "I can't imagine, how could I agree to participate in such a thing as a performance? What's even more frightening is that that guy Carter actually became the principal of Beauxbatons? Isn't he going to inherit the family business? The headmaster of Hogwarts is even more unreliable."

"That's the truth." Grynn on the side flew onto his shoulder after his muttering, "Harry Potter, the youngest headmaster since the founding of Hogwarts, officially took office a year ago , which happens to be half a half ahead of Carter Oberon."

The gray parrot tilted its head and rubbed against Lancet's face, "You really forgot a lot of things, little prince Lance."

"Yes, it does seem so." The young man asked with a toothbrush in his mouth, "Why did I faint before?"

"Because there are tiny fragments of the Dark Lord's soul inside you."

"The crown?" asked the young man.

Gryen flew away, because the little dragon in the bedroom was yelling something.

Lancet sighed, and decided to save this question to the ranks of 'we'll talk about it on the plane', and turned to look at himself in the mirror with a little curiosity, even though his mother just said that he is now 18 years old, but In the hearts of young people, all of this is just after they wake up.The portrait in front of me is a bit strange, for example, the face after it grows out, the height is definitely not short, and the muscles that have absolutely nothing to do with the 14-year-old self...

"Lanster?" While he was in a daze, the room door was knocked again, "Come out quickly, Draco is waiting for you in the living room!"

Gudong, the overly surprised young man swallowed the mouthwash in his mouth...

"Draco, why is there something about Draco again?" The young man who had finished brushing his teeth hastily wiped his mouth, "Since the headmaster of Hogwarts is already Harry, don't tell me Draco Coe is going to France as the head teacher at Hogwarts."

Of course it couldn't be like this. When the young man tidied himself up and went downstairs, the handsome wizard on the couch downstairs was flipping through an economic magazine.

"Good morning Draco," Lancet greeted with a tight voice, and looked around the living room, "Mum, where are they?"

"Good morning," the platinum-blond head turned to Lancet's direction, and Lancet was surprised to find that Draco had changed more than himself: he was taller, and the lines of his face were separated In addition to the exquisite range, it is more inclined to coldness and arrogance, sitting on the sofa with a tall and straight figure, it seems that he is not the person who would still be in the Slytherin lounge four years ago. "Though I don't think it's time to use that greeting, little man."

Draco's eyebrows were raised with his critical tone, "Since I wasted some of Ben's time on paperwork and chose to sit here. By the way, Mr. and Mrs. Knott I have already gone to catch the plane to France this morning." It seems that nothing has changed, such as our master Malfoy's meanness.

"It can't be my fault," Lanster spread his hands, "You know, this is my usual routine." To be more precise, it was the last moment when Ellie woke up Lanster.Speaking of Ellie, "What she just expressed to me was to go on a plane to France together."

"But now I'm here." Master Draco said, "Do you think that just flying to France is enough for you to find the direction of Beauxbaton's gate?"

Not enough, of course, but what he said was annoying enough. "So you're taking me to Beauxbatons today?"

"Why do you have such an idea? It seems that you are confused again." Master Draco said, "I am one of the referees of this Triwizard Tournament, representing the British Ministry of Magic to attend the ball. Well, look at Merlin For sake, why don't you fix your breakfast first, since every minute we talk will be the reason we are late."

Lancet obediently walked to the dining table, followed Draco's wishes and began to settle the items on the table, "May I ask, who is your dancing partner?"

"Of course it's you." Draco had a questioning look on his face.

But this answer was somewhat unexpected to Lancet. "You invited me?"

"No," the book in his hand turned a page, "why do you do that, isn't it obvious?"

"but……"

"Don't talk while you eat, Lanster, the bacon in your mouth is going to fly into the sky."

"I'll just say the last sentence." The young man at the table puffed his cheeks and said.

"I hope you can remember this promise of yours."

"What if I have already agreed to Carter's invitation?"

The book in Draco's hand was closed, and as an exception, the young master on the sofa gave Lanster a serious look. "Of course, this possibility cannot be ruled out," Draco said slowly, "So, you agreed?"

Lancet, with the toast in his mouth, winked at Draco innocently, and nodded his own mouth, the meaning was quite obvious: I will now follow the promise just now and stop talking.

The author has something to say: I wanted to reply to the children’s messages today, but the telepresence at home is super stuck, so I will reply one by one when the stupid author returns to school.

A baby asked me what codewords I was using. In fact, I seemed to say that I was using Shengming codewords ORZ, because the codeword functions of the Jin·Jiang APP are really not practical. Is there any reason┻━┻︵╰( ′)╯︵┻━┻, my hands are going to cramp from the size

There are still a lot of babies who feel like the progress bar is jumping so fast, but they are not babies. I can only say that there are little fairies who can guess the truth right away. You can also guess meow? ( ?òωó?)?

☆、Wonderful misunderstanding

74. Wonderful Misunderstanding

Lancet swore, from behind Draco who was slowly walking towards him, he saw the rising black air...Maybe I should save myself again, the young man thought worriedly.

Undoubtedly, if Draco actually walked up to him and got serious about whether Carter invited him to be his dance partner, it would probably mean that he would face a not very peaceful morning.For the sake of amnesia, I've had a hard time, why did I just find such a fucking topic by myself?

"Stop, stop," stretched out a hand to stop Draco from moving towards him, the young man said remedially, "I was just guessing, I lost my memory again after waking up early this morning."

"Amazing way to shirk responsibility," His Royal Highness Draco pursed his lips and said, "Where did the memory start this time?" It seems that this young master is already used to Lancet's situation.

"Four years ago." Lancet swallowed his last sip of juice, "The end of the Christmas ball."

Draco looked at him with his usual expression, as if what he just heard was just a 'greeting for the nice weather'.A second later, about the time when Lance swallowed a piece of baked potato, he spoke again: "Now that you've finished eating, let's go." He said, the expression on his face had been cleaned up, four years is enough Let an arrogant teenager transform into a calm youth.

Nodding in compromise, Lancet finally poured himself half a glass of juice, "Where should we go first?"

"Of course it's the Ministry of Magic," Draco seemed dissatisfied with the young man's choice of last drink, he taunted while looking at the glass of cold juice with disapproving eyes: "Don't you want to Phantom by yourself? across the English Channel?"

This is obviously unrealistic, to be honest, Lancet can't even apparate himself to the gate of his house now, because of that damn amnesia, he can't remember any spells he learned after fourth grade, Unfortunately, that includes the necessary Apparition spell for home travel.

Because of this, after the two locked the door of Lanster's house and each cast a neglect spell on themselves, Lanster automatically put his hand on Master Draco's arm—he had to Rely on this to reach the destination smoothly.

The young heir of the Malfoy family showed an obviously pleased expression, and then, under Lanster's puzzled gaze, he offered his arm to the young man's hand. "It seems that it is useless and useless to go back to four years ago," the handsome young master Malfoy said, "at least you can be more proactive, although I have to remind you that this is on the street, and we It will appear outside the Great Hall of the British Ministry of Magic in a few moments."

"Then what's the matter?" Lancet, who held more of the cloth with dark patterns and warm and strong arms in his hands, asked inexplicably. "What is the problem?"

Then, after this question, Lancet really saw that Master Malfoy, who had learned not to look happy, adjusted the happy expression on his face to the weird expression of "I really can't help you" in just a few seconds. Pamper.

"Well, since this is your wish," with these words, Draco wrapped his arms around the young man's waist. "Go ahead, then, as long as you don't embarrass yourself later on with your present enthusiasm."

It wasn't until this moment that Lancet felt that the focus of the two people seemed to be on a different plane. Master Malfoy, have you forgotten why I hit your arm with my claws?Besides, can you put away the expression on your face first?As a "passionate" person, Lanster felt that his pressure was quite high.

Although he felt the need to explain the truth to someone who had misunderstood the situation, the discomfort caused by the ensuing Apparition interrupted Lanster's thoughts, and when he regained consciousness again , Two people have come to fight in a solemn hall.

"Come with me," Draco led him all the way forward, switching floors through an elevator.

"Good day, Mr. Malfoy." On the seventh floor, a middle-aged man with brown hair walked in, holding a stack of documents in his arms, and there were some beads of sweat on his shiny forehead, but this did not stop him After catching Draco's first glance, he gave him a gracious smile. "What is the situation in France?"

"Good day, Mr. Crowe, for the time being, Beauxbatons is slightly ahead. If I ask you, the reason for the host's advantage is mostly." Damn, when he said this, Draco's arm was still slack on Lanster. body.This kind of behavior is really rare for the young master Malfoy who has never been very close to others. Crowe couldn't help giving Lance a high degree of attention.

"I heard that your fiancée is a very elegant wizard, Mr. Malfoy," Crowe rolled his eyes around Lanster, and looked at Draco inquiringly, "usually with beautiful red hair. "

Talk to Mr. Professional, Lanster thought blankly, this Master Malfoy's fiancée obviously has light blond hair, of course, if your senses are a little different from ordinary people, you can also bite the bullet and say that it is blonde hair. Dark blonde hair, but in any case, the beautiful red hair is too ridiculous, did little Greengrass dye his hair?

Unexpectedly, Draco just nodded without commenting on the obvious wrong description of the other party, and when the elevator stopped on the 16th floor, he took Lancet out of the elevator, and the elevator door was not far away There is a huge wooden door flashing everywhere, and a sign is hung on the wooden door, which reads: Department of International Exchange Affairs.

"Your temper is much better than it was four years ago." Lancet said sincerely, after all, if anyone had described the appearance of the young lady of the Malfoy family quite differently four years ago, Draco would definitely... Lancet was distressed He paused, unable to think of Draco's reaction if that was the case, because in his impression, Little Greenglass was a person who was rarely mentioned with Draco.

But in short, it won't be a calm face, and even a nod to give the other party a step down.

The young man walking beside him turned his head to look at him, and said softly: "No, not everyone can feel this way. In this respect, you should applaud yourself." There was a knock on the door, and he walked in.

The author has something to say: I listened to the magical playlist recommended by Netease Cloud Music today, and the young eagles took off with youthful vitality and danced youthful things are simply not too motivating. Awow, I specially downloaded a Netease Cloud Music for this. I will say ? (σ'ω')σ

☆, fiancee

75. fiancee

Matching its door, the space in the room is surprisingly large and empty. In this circular space, apart from the fireplaces on the surrounding walls, there is only a small table in the center of the room. At the table, an elderly wizard wearing glasses sat there, playing a game of chess with himself in a bored state.

Too leisurely.

"Which country are you going to?" the person behind the table asked without even raising his head, and he seemed to be out of interest. Lanster doubted that even if Draco told him their destination in a serious manner, the other party would not really listen to him. .At this moment, he somewhat understood Draco's 'reckless' behavior of pushing in after Draco knocked on the door just now, because if they didn't do that, they might not wait for the old wizard to distract and say 'please come in'.

"France, I have an appointment." Draco replied, "Two people."

"Well," the other party nodded perfunctorily, "it's true, Mr. Malfoy and his fiancée." The white knight on his chessboard was kicked off the table by the black queen, and the one on the ground fell down. smash. "Oh Merlin! Back to normal... please go ahead, both of you."

Draco didn't answer any more, and led Lancet, who couldn't get his head off anyway, to a fireplace. A word was engraved on the wall above the fireplace: France, and on the right side of the wall was an exquisite Draco grabbed a handful and sprinkled it into the fireplace, and walked in with Lanster, "French Ministry of Magic."

It was indeed the kind of squeezing feeling that belongs to Floo fans. In addition to being more powerful, the time was relatively longer. More importantly, Lanster felt that he really felt a feeling during the short distance in the middle. It was the wetness of the sea—perhaps proof that they had crossed the English Channel.

"Here we are," Draco roused the tranced Lancet after a long trip to the front load washing machine.

"Damn, I hope I can replace this experience with flying on the return trip." The young man said with a pale face, "Don't take me to Apparate yet? I'm afraid I'll spit on you." Draco He raised his eyebrows in disgust, but that was all, and he even gave a warm suggestion, "Should we go out and find a place to drink first?"

"I think it's feasible," Lanster suddenly thought of something, "I'm full of problems now."

……

"A cup of hot cocoa thanks."

The waiter turned his head the other way.

"Same as him." Platinum Prince said, not caring about his choice and shocked the waitress severely.

Langster: "You would choose a cup of hot cocoa over coffee or black tea."

"Why did you do that?" Draco chose a comfortable yet elegant sitting position in his seat, "To make me appear more mature? If it was two years ago, I might have done it."

It goes without saying that the heir to the Malfoy family, who has grown up for more than a year, no longer needs to decorate himself with this kind of choice, although Lanster doesn't think that Draco's true love is hot cocoa, "The biggest Probably because you can't understand the new Muggle offerings on the menu."

"You can get straight to the point or leave with me immediately after drinking this cup of hot cocoa," Draco glared at him impatiently, "Choose one."

"Okay," Lancet adjusted the position of the hot cocoa that had just been placed in front of him, took a deep breath, and said, "When will we get married?" After the question was over, the young man couldn't help staring at the man opposite him nervously , to be honest, if Draco's answer was 'what did you eat wrong, when did we have a marriage contract', Lanster would probably be so ashamed of his guess just now that he got under the table.

His slender and pale fingers rubbed the exquisite porcelain cup, "Didn't you say it? After you finished the senior pharmacist certificate."

This answer made Lanster heave a sigh of relief. It turns out that I have really become Master Malfoy's fiancée... Although this answer made Lanster feel much better in terms of face and expectations compared to the answer I was afraid of just now, But God knows, the young man's mood at this moment is as absurd as if he was riding a silver arrow out of the light wheel.

"What about Greengrass?"

"Who? Daphne?" He paused, "Don't tell me it's Astoria."

"Who else?" Lanster said speechlessly, "Could it be that there are too many people who are engaged to you to count?" Although he said so, Lanster grabbed the cocoa cup tightly with one hand and was determined that if Draco was a little bit Just flip it over to the handsome and indifferent face of the other party.

Draco paid attention to his small movements, "You have a little problem with amnesia this time."

"what?"

"For example, you care about me more than before. You said in the morning that your memory went back to four years ago. How about it? Am I more attractive to you than the previous me?"

Damn, are you still a serious wizard?How did you spit out such shameless words?Is it normal to compare your charm with yourself four years ago with a smug face?After brushing these complaints in his mind, Lance said expressionlessly, "You haven't answered my previous question, and you weren't so thick-skinned four years ago."

It seems that Draco actually responded with a satisfied expression to his answer, and this expression immediately filled Master Malfoy's handsome face with a vivid "little man's success" atmosphere. "Of course not, and it's impossible. Didn't I send our engagement letter to you on Valentine's Day in the fifth grade?"

Lanster couldn't believe that Draco could do such a thing while studying, and more importantly, "Then when did you break off your engagement with little Greenglass?"

"fourth grade,"

"what?"

"After Valentine's Day."

"I can't believe it, I guess little Greengrass is going to cry like crazy." Lance said sympathetically, although he knew that Draco had broken up with him so early and turned to him, but when he thought that the two of them might have experienced After a wonderful Valentine's Day date, the girl got the news of the dissolution of the engagement the next day. It must have been a bolt from the blue.

"No, she's pretty calm compared to you." Draco said objectively, "You know, if you hadn't pulled my sleeve and cried so hard the night before Valentine's Day, I might not have noticed You've got me so early."

Langster silently sprayed the hot cocoa in his mouth onto the table.

"Do you have to be so disgusting?" The other party immediately opened the distance between the two, "Tsk, why are you crying?"

"You're crying!" Lancet said absurdly, and then felt a little itchy on his face, and wiped his hands, and his hands were actually wet.

"..." Hell, can I really cry?The young man stared and thought, but the question is, what is the reason for my tears?It can't be the legendary Tears in the Wind, right?But the wetness on his face did not decrease with his 'joyful' complaints. On the contrary, in just a few seconds, Lancet felt that his entire face was wet by water. In addition to water, he also felt The hairy touch on the face, it looks like...

"It's like a dog lying on his face." Lancet opened his eyes suddenly, and found that a dog's paw was patting his face happily, and the owner of the paw didn't even have a small mouth. Idlely licking my neck...

"Xiaolong, you have become more and more courageous recently." Lanster, who was still a boy, reached out and threw the teacup dog off the bed, and looked up at the wall clock on the wall. It was 11:55, less than 2 hours before he closed his eyes. Hour.It's hard to believe that I have had a continuous, coherent plot, dream about four years later in less than two hours.

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small theater:

Lance: I can't believe it, I guess little Greenglass is going to cry like crazy

Aspen: The farting old lady is very happy, who wants to go back and forth between you two gays? (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

The author has something to say: I went back to school today, and the feeling of using the keyboard to code words is really great. I swear that tomorrow will not be too short. I will live and eat the keyboard if the chapter is less than 2000 words! !Look at my sincere eyes (⊙o⊙)

☆、Solution

76. Solution

Waking up from 'I had a dream today, a dream about me and my dear chief, a dream about me and my chief having an engagement in the future and getting married anytime...', Lance He thought about some of the plots in the dream very carefully, and found out that he had some yearning for the plot of the dream.

"I'm really hopeless!" The boy covered his face in shame, then wiped his saliva on his face. "..." The inexplicable tears came from this dream.Silently, Lancet kicked the buttocks of the little dragon wagging its tail on the ground, feeling an urge to kick it from his bedroom into the black lake.

However, the most urgent thing is to wash his drool-covered face first.If I'm lucky, I may be able to continue the dream after falling asleep for a while...

Although holding such a somewhat shameful idea, Lanster chose to wash his face with non-irritating warm water to prevent himself from immediately getting rid of the tired feeling that he could fall asleep at any time, but unfortunately, when Lanster came back after washing his face, Desperately maintaining his bleary state, turned off the lights and lay back on the bed——

Half an hour later, the boy sat up from his bed with bright eyes.He couldn't sleep at all, when his heart was filled with some kind of purpose.Lancet sighed in frustration, took his wand from under the pillow and turned the bedroom lights back on.

He couldn't let go of the development of the plot in that dream, and even inexplicably felt a sense of anger towards the little dragon at the foot of the bed.Lanster longed to go back to that dream just now, because he knew that it was the kind of future that would never happen in reality.The Malfoy family will not accept a half-breed wizard, which means that even from the time when he and Draco unconsciously included each other in their own ownership, after both people are aware of this territorial exclusivity However, they can only restrict their own behavior.

For example, tonight, or earlier, when he learned that Draco was taken for granted as the little Greengrass dance partner, he could only agree to Carter the next day in a fit of anger. invitation.

"Damn it, why do I feel so guilty for Carter?" The boy who was hugging the quilt on the bed with a dazed face suddenly looked up to the sky and sighed at the silver and green silk curtains on the bed.

"You should talk to Madam." The gray parrot was awakened by the little master. "At least from now on, sleeping won't solve the problem."

Not only did it fail to solve the problem, but it caused the insomnia of the little prince of Lance and the youthful love of spring...

"..." This time Lanster didn't shy away from this suggestion. After spending 2 seconds thinking about whether he would be bored until dawn or write a letter and then be bored until dawn and then receive a mocking letter the next day Between the shocking reply, he chose the latter. "That's right, I should have done this a long time ago." The boy jumped out of the bed with bare feet and went straight to the desk. The nib of the pen touched it.

'Dear Allie:

I'm so sorry.

I have to write to you this Christmas Eve when I don't have half an hour to spare, because I don't know what else I can do with this hour to fill my sleepless nights and worries.

You should know this boy, Draco Malfoy...

……

In short, when I realized what I felt, I already knew the impossibility of the two of us, but this realization was not enough for me to continue our relationship peacefully, so I hope you can give me some solutions .

love you

ranster. '

After he stopped writing, Lance didn't even have the courage to re-read the descriptions he had written that would make people's skin crawl all over the floor. The young man stuffed the letter into an envelope in twos and twos, and then, Grynn read it from his He took the envelope in his hand and flew away along the owl chimney connecting the house to the outside.

It did the right thing, because as soon as the almost gray parrot disappeared from Lanster's sight, Lanster regretted, "Oh, I should have blocked that damn letter..." By now The barefoot boy walked on the carpet twice in a tangle, "If Ellie really laughed at me because of what was written in the letter..." the boy stopped, and said as if he had made up his mind, "I'll take her when she was in school. I compiled a biography of my gossip and sent it to my father."

With this thought in mind, Lanster transformed himself into a giant panda overnight.

……

In the early morning of the next day, Lance had a bit of an ostrich delusion and bored himself in the dormitory all day, and when he decided to carry out the first step of this plan to the end, there was a knock on the door of his room from outside.

"..." Lanster hesitated for a moment whether to pretend that he had gone out of the lounge, and then he heard a voice outside the door, "Are you going to suffocate yourself in the room?" The person outside the door said , "Then I have no choice but to put Grian back in my room."

Click!The boy yanked open the door of the room.

"Why is Grian with you?" Lanster nervously glanced at Grian's lap, fearing that the reply letter on it had already been seen by the other party.As if knowing what the owner was worried about, the gray parrot raised its leg cooperatively, showing the safe and intact envelope on its feet. The letter looked heavy, and it was accompanied by an uneven bump. Lanster I don't know what Ellie sent herself to solve her 'little trouble'. "Okay, now you can retire after you give it to me." Lancet stretched out his hand forward, and was surprised to find that the gray parrot failed to fly back to his hand in the first place.

Draco held Grian's hand tightly, "What kind of etiquette is this? Just let the person who delivered the letter to you in the early morning stand outside your door in the cold and ignore you."

Shut up, bastard, can you tell the house-elf to put out the fire next door before you say it's cold?

"Come in and say." The boy finally took a step back without confidence, and welcomed Draco, who was holding Grian, into the room.

"What did you do last night?" Master Draco entered other people's rooms as if he was in the back garden of his own home. The specific performance was that he leaned on a soft sofa and enjoyed a glass of homemade wine more comfortably than Lancet. I don't know when the elf will deliver