Popular Web NovelsChapter 559 A qualified slave owner should be trained from an early ageChapter 559 A qualified slave owner should be cultivated from an early age
The soft hair tips tickled the tip of his nose, and there were bursts of unbearable itching.
Loren was awakened by someone. There was a familiar little witch standing at the head of his bed, holding the ends of his hair and constantly teasing his nose. It tickled him and followed him like a shadow. He couldn't avoid it even if he turned his head. , he originally wanted to stay in bed, but he had to open his sleepy eyes.
Hermione was lying on his pillow, her eyes watery and her eyebrows arched, looking at him with interest, holding a strand of hair in her hand.
"Let me sleep for another ten minutes..."
Loren wanted to raise his hand to cover his nose, but Hermione caught him. He had to turn over and bury his face in the soft pillow.
Hermione found it interesting, reached into the pillow, took out his face, turned him over, pinched his nose, and said in a soft voice with a smile: "Get up quickly, you'd better hurry up. , Mrs. Weasley is about to lose her temper, she said we will miss the train soon..."
"Well..."
Her hands are coated with cream, and they are fragrant and soft. .
Loren rubbed it hard a few times, and the swollen muscles on his face were squeezed continuously. The soreness stimulated his dormant brain to slowly start up: "Time flies so fast. Why did school start in the blink of an eye? I It obviously feels like the holiday has just begun..."
The man's hot breath when he spoke was itchy in the palm of his hand. The girl shrank her hand with some sensitivity, held his chin, and dragged him out of bed: "When you went to Diagon Alley yesterday to buy supplies for school, you That's what I said, I'm still dreaming!"
The tone was slightly serious, and she shook her head vigorously. People who have just woken up in a daze are always easy to bully, but this person can't do that when he is awake.
"Shopping in Diagon Alley..."
Loren hummed a protracted sound from his nose, put his arms around her slender waist, leaned his head against her, and then blurted out Said, "Yes, we went shopping in Diagon Alley yesterday. The holiday is over. We have to catch the train back to school today..."
"Well, so get up quickly..." Hermione said lowly He persuaded in a voice, and suddenly found that the person leaning on him had stopped moving again. When he lowered his head and looked down, he found that he had fallen asleep again.
Hermione only found it funny, pinched his face and pulled it to both sides: "Hey, wake up, don't sleep Loren, or I will ask Mrs. Weasley to wake you up!"
" ..."
Loren's eyes narrowed to a slit, but he still hugged her and muttered softly: "Just five minutes...no, three minutes..."
The temperature in early September was only 20 The temperature was in the early Celsius. The girl had just gotten up and had not put on a coat, so she was now wearing a thin and close-fitting woolen sweater, which was soft to the touch. He could clearly smell the faint body fragrance lingering on the tip of his nose. It was even more comfortable than the quilt, which made people uncomfortable. Consciously indulge in it.
"Three minutes are up."
"The promised five minutes."
"The five minutes are here."
"You lied, how could it be so fast."
"I started counting down, If you don't get up, I'll ask Mrs. Weasley to call you."
"Count down from one thousand."
Hermione laughed at his rogueness and raised her voice slightly: "5...4..."
"..."
Loren quickly turned over and got up, grabbed The change of clothes jumped into the bathroom, and it only took three minutes to change clothes and finish washing. The movements were quick and there was no trace of the dawdling just now.
He brushed his naturally curly bangs and arranged them into a bohemian three-quarter length. He threw the pajamas he had changed into into the pendant. Loren pushed the door open and threatened him when he saw that he was disturbing his sleep. The evil little witch suddenly glared at her viciously.
My hands reached out, hugged her slender waist, and sucked those two soft lips.
Teach her a lesson!
"…"
Loren finally delayed for ten minutes, and the two of them walked out of the bedroom with their red lips pursed.
The whole house was in chaos. George and Fred moved their suitcases downstairs. There was a clanging sound all the way, and Mrs. Weasley and Mrs. Black screamed at the top of their lungs at the same time.
"You might bump into Ginny, you two idiots!"
"Dirty bastard, defiled the house of my ancestors!"
No one paid attention to the hysterical portrait. Everyone endured the harsh noise, and the two curtains were drawn up and opened again soon, because People were coming and going in the foyer, and the sound of packing was so loud that it wouldn't take long for her to wake up again.
A very special old house alarm clock that wakes me up.
Loren rubbed his buzzing ears and saw a yawning Ron coming out of another room, flanked by Harry who was wearing glasses and looking depressed, and his soft-soled sneakers The belt was tied in a mess and the clothes on his body were wrinkled. It was probably his subconscious that finished getting up and turning on the phone for him.
"Good morning..."
Loren picked up Crookshanks who was walking next to him and rubbed the back of his neck, "Why is Harry looking like this because he was attacked by dementors again last night?"
"Absolutely. ..." Harry replied weakly, "I have been having nightmares these past few nights, and I always wake up in the middle of the night."
"Are you dreaming about Voldemort again?" Hermione asked, frowning. What is the content this time, and what conspiracy is he planning?"
Since Regulus' funeral, Harry couldn't sleep well for several nights. First, he dreamed that Snape and Voldemort were together. Conversation in a dark room, behind which is some strange corridor.
"It's not Voldemort, or it's not just Voldemort..." Harry raised his hand and touched the lightning scar on his forehead. He didn't know if there was something wrong with his brain. His dreams were becoming more and more bizarre and bizarre. The more confusing——
When he just fell asleep, he dreamed that his parents kept walking through his dreams, but never spoke...
At one o'clock in the morning, he dreamed that Mrs. Weasley was looking at Kreacher's body sadly. Crying, Loren and Hermione looked on with crowns on their heads...
Near dawn, Harry found himself walking down a corridor again. At the end of the corridor was a locked door. , woke up in fright, and the scar is still aching.
"After arriving at Hogwarts tonight, I will go and talk to Principal Dumbledore and let him check my brain." Harry sighed and took a step forward as he spoke. Go down the stairs and head towards the underground kitchen.
"Corridor..." Loren repeated in a low voice, looking at his back thoughtfully.
Probably because they were a little tired from all the commotion all morning, the conversation at the breakfast table was very low. Bill and Arthur were talking about newspaper news as usual. Lupine was talking about the behavior of American Aurors and analyzing whether another country had heard any rumors.
Sirius looked at Harry frequently, his eyes flickering with unknown meaning, and he didn't eat much for breakfast.
Loren and the others tacitly kept their mouths shut and did not mention Harry's strange dream. After all, it would be of no use and would only make Molly worry about them.
Moli had the loudest voice, telling the little wizards one by one what to pay attention to when starting school, as if they were still freshmen, with a gentle smile on her face: "Eat slowly, be sure to eat enough, don't be anxious, It's very close to King's Cross Station. We can walk there in half an hour. It will be faster if Arthur drives you. ""You were the one who woke me up in a hurry..."
"It's the same person who tells people to eat breakfast slowly now..."
George and Fred whispered in a voice that everyone could hear, sighed, and said in unison in a plaintive tone: "Oh, This is mom..."
Moli said quietly without raising her head: "If you are full, go and see if there is anything missing in your luggage so that we can leave quickly!"< br>
"…"
The twin brothers pinched their fingers in front of their lips as if pulling up a zipper, indicating that they should shut up.
"We can't leave yet..."
Mad Eye Moody's dull voice sounded. He arrived here before dawn, with one normal eye staring at the bread in his hand, and one magic eye constantly He glanced towards the door, as if he was on guard and waiting for someone.
"Storgy Podmore hasn't come yet. If he doesn't come, we'll have one less guard. The road won't be safe. We can't take this risk!"
"Guard?" Ha. Leigh raised his head blankly, "We need guards when we go to King's Cross Station?"
"It's not us, it's you, Harry." Sirius corrected, seeming to agree with Mad-Eye's view.
"Why?" Harry thought these adults were simply unbelievable. "Except for the members of the Order of the Phoenix, no one knows that I am here, and Voldemort is lurking and waiting for an opportunity. Are you going to tell me that he will jump out of a trash can in the station? Are you going to kill me?"
"Don't underestimate the trash can, boy!" Moody's evil eyes turned back, staring at Harry very uncomfortably, "I've found it in the trash can 173 times. Ambushing enemies, never let down your guard, understand?"
"…"
Fortunately, a guard named Stork Podmore arrived after breakfast. A middle-aged wizard with a square chin, an ordinary face but a calm temperament, and thick straw-colored hair. It is said that he was a member of the Order of the Phoenix when it was founded.
After breakfast, the group set off in a grand manner. The little wizards carried empty boxes and crowded in the hall to go out one by one.
Tonks met at the street corner disguised as an old lady, wearing a purple hat shaped like a pork pie.
"Good morning, we have to hurry up, Molly!"
"I know, I know...Fortunately, Arthur can drive us and we can catch up." Li urged Ginny to take big steps. When she raised her eyes, she saw Sirius carrying a small bundle and about to get into the car. She was stunned for a moment and immediately called him, "Sirius, where are you going with your stuff?"< br>
"Go see Harry off..." Sirius opened his mouth and came. After realizing that he couldn't even deceive himself, he touched his nose, "I plan to live in Hogsmeade to check for dangers, or Use Animagus to hide in the school and protect Harry."
"Are you crazy? There is no safer place than Hogwarts!"
"Arastor is right, never let your guard down!"
"But he won't sneak into Hogwarts!"
"..."
Listen The two quarreled again, and Loren shook his head, noncommittal. They also had a quarrel on the first night they came here, and now when they were about to leave, they were quarreling again. In a sense, it was a beginning and an end.
Standing on the steps of No. 12 Grimmauld Place, Loren looked back at the old house. The Loyalty Curse gave it a vague sense of illusion. He knew that as long as he walked down this place completely, Just a few steps up and the old house would disappear from his sight.
Suddenly remembering something, Loren handed the empty box in his hand to Hermione and hurriedly walked into the room: "Wait for me here, I'll go back to do something."
"What's the matter... "
Before she could finish asking, the man had already walked away. Hermione looked down at the suitcase and silently decided to go back and complain to Grandpa Bates.
The candlelight in the foyer has been extinguished, and the curtains of the portrait have been closed together. The old house is empty, with people going to work rushing to work and people going to school rushing to school. Except for Hu Meizi in the huge room, There was only one house elf left.
Loren walked all the way to the living room on the second floor, turned right and found an old cupboard. He knocked twice and the door opened.
"Mr. Morgan..." Kreacher huddled in the cupboard, hugging a shabby and dirty blanket, with a small locket hanging around his neck. He raised his head to see clearly the person who knocked on the door, and his cloudy eyes slowly focused, " Is there anything else you need to do with Kreacher?"
"I want to talk to you"
"You said..."
Kreacher walked out slowly. , as a house elf, he actually does not have any concept of blood, because even the most despised Muggle wizard is countless times more noble than a house elf, and his actions are more to cater to Owner.
Loren first fulfilled Regulus's last wish, and then helped retrieve Regulus' body. His attitude gradually became respectful.
"Let's talk about it later..." Loren's attitude towards him has not changed, and he dislikes him as always, "This old house now belongs to Sirius Black. According to your rules, he is your current owner, but I know You two hate each other and neither of you want to admit to each other..."
"Kreacher's wish has been fulfilled, Kreacher doesn't care."
"But you are not dead yet, you still want to find someone. Satisfied master."
"Mr. Morgan still doubts that I will betray him!" Kreacher heard his tone and his voice became shriller, "A house elf would never do such a thing! Che wanted to go to the mistress before, but Kreacher already understood that the mistress and the Dark Lord were on the same side, and Master Regulus definitely did not want Kreacher to do this! "
"You misunderstood." Loren glanced at him and said lightly, "I just want to say that since you can't go to another mistress Bellatrix who has the right to inherit, you don't like the current one. Master, why don't you think of a way to make changes?"
Kreacher was stunned for a moment: "Change...what change?"
"Give yourself a suitable new master..." Loren's words were unhurried, but they floated in like a devil's whisper. Kreacher's mind kept echoing, "He already has a fiancée... As long as the Black family gives birth to a new heir, you will also have a new master, a completely blank master."
Kreacher Silently holding the locket on his chest, he could feel that his decayed heart was slowly becoming active and beating faster.
"..."
Ten minutes later, Hermione looked at Loren who walked out of the door quickly, handed him both boxes, and asked casually: "You do it. What? "
"Leave someone a surprise before you leave."
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The weak sunshine in early September is not dazzling, but has a soft warmth.
With nearly 20 people in the sky blue Ford Anglia, it still drove smoothly to the station, with plenty of power and no bumps.
(End of this chapter)