Chapter 279

"... Lenny's working hard! Bastard Marca! Keep it away from Lenny!"

In the study of black's old house, Lenny is standing on the wooden ladder to dust the bookshelves. But at her feet, the big spider was rubbing her calf with her front foot, which made her even shake the wooden ladder.

"Don't worry... Xiao Qi actually likes you."

Behind the desk full of books and materials, Maka's slow voice rang.

"Laini doesn't want to be liked by a big spider!"

In fact, Maka likes this stronghold very much. Although various structures are a little old, after some renovation and cleaning recently, we can vaguely see some scenes of the glorious period of that year.

For example, in this study, the heavy double-layer velvet curtains covered the windows tightly, but the exquisite magic lamp on the desk was shining brightly.

Everything in the study was illuminated in this light.

The wooden bookshelf with warm texture emits a faint halo in the light, and the ancient and fine carving shows its high value.

The ground is covered with a velvet carpet made of motra mouse fur. It is not only delicate and soft, but also has the effect of enhancing the resistance to evil spells and bad luck when stepping on it.

"Dudu"

Just as Marca was talking with Lenny, there were two orderly knocks at the door.

"Please come in."

After Maka answered, the door of the study was opened from the outside, and a girl in a wizard's robe but an apron came in with a tray.

"Mr. McLean, the freshly cooked godigan tea..."

Maka, who kept writing, raised her head at the sound, looked at the slightly powdered color and glittering light in the tea cup, and couldn't help laughing.

"Did you add some bubble pods this time?"

"Yes."

Maka took a taste, sneezed immediately, and several colorful bubbles like soap bubbles came out of her nose.

"Try putting less next time..." he put the cup back into the cup and dish, and then said, "Lena, take a break! The house is almost cleaned up, don't be busy..."

"Hey! Bastard Maka, you're eccentric!" Lenny, standing on the wooden ladder, was unhappy immediately. "Why can't Lenny rest when her sister can rest? Lenny needs to rest too!"

"You? You can also rest..." Maka saw her suddenly look happy, but waved her hand and added, "if you can sit quietly!"

"If you let it leave here, Lenny will sit down!" Lenny immediately pointed to the eight eyed giant spider Xiaoqi at her feet and said loudly.

But Maka didn't even lift her eyelids and said, "do you think I'll believe you?"

At this time, Lena, still standing at her desk, said softly, "Mr. McLean, I don't have to rest... In fact, I like this kind of life."

It's also wonderful. The two werewolf sisters have almost two extremes of character.

Sister Lenny is just a monkey jumping up and down. No matter where she goes, she can't stop for half a minute; But her sister Lena seems to like the quiet and leisurely pace of life. Preparing meals and drinks is her only hobby.

But it can also be seen from this point how much she dotes on her lively sister - for this sister, she can live in such a turbulent group of werewolves for so many years without any complaints.

"Then sit down first, Lena." Maka pointed to the sofa next to her and waved to the spider squatting at Lenny's feet, "Xiao Qi, come here!"

The eight eyed giant spider Xiaoqi was changed into the size of a fingernail again with the shrink spell, and then gently returned to a pen container on the table.

"Lenny, come and sit down," he said. "Come out with me later..."

"Finally, you can go out again!" Lenny threw her whole body into the sofa and bounced a few times before asking, "bastard Marca! Where are you taking Lenny?"

"Go where you should go."

"Where? Where?" said Lenny excitedly. "What are you going to do?"

Maka looked up and rolled her eyes.

"Go apologize!"

……

Thirty minutes later, little Whitney, a suburb of London.

"... bastard, where are you going again?"

In the Dursleys' living room, Harry was about to go to the door, but his Uncle Vernon supported the wall angrily and wouldn't let him pass.

Dudley looked at Harry proudly. Obviously, he had his share in the cause of the farce.

"Listen, son of a bitch! You must stay in your damn room this summer and not go anywhere!"

"Why!" said Harry angrily. "I said it had nothing to do with me that day! Understand?"

"It's none of your business? Don't be kidding!" shouted Vernon Dursley. "Do you think you can fool me? Dada told me that you made him burn all day the next day!"

"He just got cold that night! Got cold, okay?" Harry said angrily. "How many times do you want me to understand?"

"Catch a cold? In such a stuffy and hot summer?" Aunt Petunia shrieked. "You should choose a better reason if you want to make up a story!"

Harry was also in a hurry. Seriously, he didn't know how to explain it.

Yes! On a hot night, Darren suddenly caught cold, which is really unreasonable.

"So what!" he was so annoyed by the Dursleys that he suddenly waved his hand. "Even if I tell you the reason, can you understand? Yes, yes! It's the Dementor! The Dementor appeared! Can you understand?"

"Photography - what a mess?"

"Camera, soul, monster!" Harry jumped out syllable by syllable.

"This Dementor... What strange thing is it?"

"They guard Azkaban wizard prison." Aunt Petunia subconsciously said.

As soon as this sentence was uttered, it was a few seconds of silence. Then Aunt Petunia suddenly covered her mouth with her hand. It seemed that she had accidentally said a dirty word that made her feel sick.

Uncle Vernon stared at his wife, and Harry's mind was even more confused.

"How do you know?" he was really surprised.

Aunt Petunia seems to be frightened by herself. She glanced gingerly at her husband, with an apology in her eyes. Her hands hung weakly, half grinning, revealing her yellow teeth.

"Many years ago... I heard... That terrible boy... Mentioned them to her." she said intermittently.

"If you mean my father and mother, why don't you call them by their names?" Harry shouted, but aunt Penny ignored him.

For a time she was in a panic.

The shock in Harry's heart was strong. A few years ago, Aunt Petunia had an emotional outburst and screamed that Harry's mother was a freak. Besides, Harry never mentioned his sister to her again.

However, she actually remembered such details of the magical world and never forgot it for so long.

Harry was really surprised. Didn't his aunt always try her best to pretend that the magic world didn't exist?

Uncle Vernon opened his mouth and closed his chin, obviously struggling to figure out what to say.

He opened his mouth again and said in a hoarse voice, "since... So... They... Um... They... Um... Really exist? They... Um... These 'dead' ghosts?"

Aunt Petunia moved her jaw slightly, as if nodding.

But just then, there was a loud noise in the kitchen. Aunt Petunia, who was already in panic, immediately screamed, Uncle Vernon shouted and bent down to avoid, and Dudley had already stuffed his round body under the table.

And Harry? He is looking for the source of the chaos

Soon he found a fluffy and dizzy barn owl lying on the windowsill outside the kitchen - it must have hit the window glass just now.

Uncle Vernon cried out in annoyance, "owl!"

Harry ignored Vernon. He ran quickly to the kitchen and suddenly opened the window.

The owl stretched out one foot and revealed a small roll of parchment. It shook its feathers and flew away when Harry took off the note.

Harry gently shook open the scroll of parchment paper, which was scrawled with a few lines, stained.

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Harry: we already know what happened to you. Don't leave the Dursleys. Don't use magic. Someone will pick you up soon.

Arthur Weasley

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"Oh? Are you finally going to tell me the details?" Harry calmed down immediately. He thought deeply. "Someone will pick me up? It doesn't look like Mr. Weasley. Who will come?"

And——

"Don't do magic?" he whispered, ignoring the Dursleys' shouts.

Does he need to cast magic anywhere? To teach these three unreasonable guys in the living room? Or

Harry suddenly had a bad feeling.

But sometimes good things don't come true easily, but bad things can always get worse.

In this golden dusk, the windows of Dursley's house suddenly became dark, and the cold air of that night was quietly filled in Dursley's house again.

Darkness is gathering, frost is spreading on the surfaces of various furniture in the house, as if the whole world has fallen into an extremely quiet cold.

Vernon looked at the mist coming out of his mouth and was so frightened that he took a few steps back and tripped on the floor.

"Ah - again, again! Stop!" Dudley wailed and buried his face deep in the corner under the table.

Harry's aunt, penny, was white. Surprisingly, although she was trembling, she leaned against the wall, widened her eyes and looked around all around.

Just then, the window of the living room cracked, attracting the eyes of everyone except Dudley.