Chapter 95： Pu Rongrong (Changed)

"Owen, you see, when I bought these books, you still laughed at me. How about it? My vision is good. Gidero became Allen's professor. These books became Hogwarts' designated textbooks. Allen doesn't These books need to be bought again! "Mrs. Harris was proud and proud of her good eyes.

"Alan, don't forget that you promised to give us the autograph of Gidero!" Daisy looked at Alan eagerly, wishing to exchange with Alan, she went to Hogwarts to study and let Alan go St. Mungo works.

"Guidero Lockhart is going to hold a signed book sale at Lagide Bookstore next Wednesday, Daisy. If you really want his signature, you can go to Lagide Bookstore by yourself, you may get more than that It ’s a signature, and there will be a group photo! ”Alan Yang raised Yang ’s“ The Prophet ’s Daily ”with advertisements from Lizhen Bookstore. Gidero Lockhart had a brilliant smile on the newspaper, white. Teeth glittered.

Daisy snatched the newspaper from Allen, cherished the folds of the newspaper, and clipped it to her favorite book.

"Really a successful liar!" Seeing her sister as a fan, Alan couldn't help but vomit.

"Next Wednesday, maybe I can take a break, even if I work for a few more days later!" Daisy just got into trouble!

"Perhaps I can also provide you with a suitable reason for rest, such as helping the youngest brother to purchase the necessary items for the new semester?" Allen had just been to Diagon Alley a while ago, and had purchased enough herbs and crucibles Books have bought countless. They are now piled up in Allen ’s storage grid, and he wants to use the rest of the holiday to sort out these finances, such as a part of his mobile tower.

"It's a good idea!" Daisy poured a cup of black tea to Alan like a reward, smiling and watching Alan drink all the tea.

Allen continued to read the rest of the Daily Prophet. As the chief reporter of the Daily Prophet, Rita Skeeter has not published a report for a long time, which is very strange in itself. However, Allen knew that his vomiting mantra still played a role. Rita couldn't make up the news and naturally couldn't continue to report. It seems that this magic pen is not easy to get on the market.

What is the life of the children of the wizard's family? Play with some toys, read some fairy tale books, eat some sweets such as cakes ... Emily's daily life is very simple and comfortable. But this morning, she was sitting in her children's chair, constantly stroking her nose.

"Emily, is your nose uncomfortable?" The adult wizards at home all went to work, and only Allen took care of Emily.

"No, on the contrary, my nose has never been so comfortable!" Emily, who had an unusually long eyelash tail, blinked and replied crisply.

"Then why do you keep getting your nose?" Allen asked thoroughly.

Emily jumped off from the children's chair and ran to Allen sitting on the sofa reading.

"Allen, I fell asleep last night. In my sleep, I felt something getting into my nose. This morning my nose has never been so smooth! But what is that thing?" Emily crawled When he came to Allen, he asked his brother to hug himself. Allen never treated her words as childish, but listened patiently and carefully, and gave the best way to solve the problem. Emily approached and trusted Allen and was willing to tell Allen her doubts.

"Maybe there is really something, Emily don't worry, I will watch you tonight to see what is going on." Allen is not perfunctory Emily, he really decided to watch Ai at night Millie, look at what the **** is going on.

Many times, because their own expressions are not clear enough, their guardians cannot understand what happened to him. Some people think that the child is seeking the attention of the parents. In fact, it is very likely that the child will miss the child's help signal and miss the opportunity to educate the child.

Alan, who has been a teacher, certainly would not make such a mistake. He valued what Emily said. The amiable Emily never lied. Since she expressed that way, something must have happened.

The night came, and in Emily's heart, the quiet summer night was especially reassured by the night because of the guardian of Allen. She lay in a small white oak bed and fell asleep, with a quiet smile on her face.

After confirming that Emily was asleep, Alan concealed her figure and kept a close eye on the room. At midnight, a ball-shaped thing crawled in from Emily's window sill. In the moonlight, Allen saw its appearance.

This little ball-shaped monster, covered with creamy yellow fur, looks like a cute plush toy. It twisted its round body and searched in the room. From time to time, a very slender pink tongue appeared in the middle of its body, spitting out in the room like a snake, as if looking for food.

Allen finally let go of his heart ~ www.novelhall.com ~ He knew what it was. It is Purongrong! Purongrong is a relatively common magical creature with strong survivability and can be seen all over the world. Pu Rongrong has a gentle personality and will not attack the wizard, which makes Alan who recognizes it loose. Because the docile Pu Rong Rong is like a plush doll of Muggles, let him hug you, even if you throw it around, it is indifferent.

This velvet climbed onto Emily's bed and stretched out her slender tongue. The pink tongue burrowed into the sleeping Emily's nose, and it retracted soon after.

During this period, Alan just looked at it quietly, without any movement. Pu Rongrong likes to drill his tongue into the nose of the sleeping wizard and eat their dry booger. Apparently it helped Emily clean up very cleanly yesterday, so it didn't take long for it to retract its tongue. Pu Rongrong's bizarre hobby makes them popular among generations of wizard children. Even now, when owls are popular as pets, there are still many wizards who choose Pu Rongrong as pets.

Allen stood up quietly and walked to Pu Rongrong's side, picked it up and stroked its soft little yellow hair. The velvet velvet paralyzed in Allen's arms, humming with satisfaction.

Allen, with Pu Rongrong, quietly left Emily's room and closed the door gently. They went straight to the kitchen, and Allen crept up in the kitchen. Great, in an iron pan in the corner of the stove, Alan found some leftover meals during the day. Allen turned over a plate that he didn't normally use, poured the food into the plate, and let go of the cashmere in his arms.

The yellow-haired little cute thing walked to the dish with a slender, pink tongue out, tasted it, and then ate it in a mouthful.