Hogwarts Melon Eater Chapter 61

Sitting up from the comfy bed as usual, Rachel opened the curtains.

There was a small garden outside. A familiar man with glasses was watering the flowers. When he saw Rachel, the man smiled, looked at her with gentle eyes, and greeted her.

Rachel was very confused and didn't know how to respond, so she finally waved her hand politely and quickly closed the curtains.

Glass is Lisa's boyfriend. Rachel shook her head and told herself that although he was very good and had an ambiguous attitude, she shouldn't have other ideas.

"Sister! You are coming to our school to perform today, right?"

Rachel looked at her cute little sister who ran in. The bright yellow sweater made her feel better. She loosened her frown and smiled at her sister, "Of course, Troy! Watch your sister's wonderful performance!"

"I will!"

Troy closed the bedroom door and hesitated, "I heard that Lisa...sister...will also perform with you..."

"Yes, she dances very well!" Rachel agreed, rubbing Troy's head, "I'm far from enough..."

"But you've only studied for less than half a year!" Troy waved his arms exaggeratedly. "They say you're a genius! They say you're 'Rainy Night Rose'! Yesterday, when Dad was encouraging Lisa, Brother Glass said that you will be soon after. Can surpass everyone! Lisa nodded!"

"Glass?" Rachel really didn't understand what this man meant, praising herself in front of her girlfriend? If you like yourself, why don't you break up and pursue it again?

"They finally told the truth! You are the best!" Troy felt injustice, "Dad used to like us the most, and now he moved here, and only Lisa is in his eyes! He even encouraged Lisa, not you! "

"Troy," Rachel looked into Troy's eyes, "if it wasn't for Lisa, I'd be running around for our rent right now and wouldn't have time to learn to dance at all."

"We should be content with the life we ​​have now," Ricky added, "and thanks to Lisa..."

"Absolutely not!" Troy opened the door with a blushing face, saw the person standing outside the door stiff for a moment, snorted and ran through the gap.

Rachel looked at Lisa who was still knocking on the door, a little annoyed, hoping that the conversation just now would not be heard by her, "Is there something wrong, sister?"

"Oh!" Lisa came back to her senses and looked a little dazed, "It's time for breakfast..."

"Okay, I'll come down right now!"

Lisa nodded, turned around, and walked down the stairs. Rachel walked to the stairs and looked at her back.

Something seems to be wrong?

It was suddenly pitch black all around, and loud music came from behind the wall, and there was a broadcast informing '... the next show is a dance performance'Black Swan'...'

"Ah—my legs—" Lying down on the ground in a costume, Lisa cried out in pain, and a group of people gathered around.

Seeing that Lisa was injured, Rachel stretched out her hand in her direction, anxious to go down and have a look.

"Clap," the lights in the corridor lit up,

"She-Rachel pushed me!"

Rachel kept her hand stretched out and froze in place. Everyone stared at herself at the entrance of the stairs with shocked and puzzled eyes. Rachel tried to explain, "I just wanted to hold her, I didn't..."

"I'll catch her!" Glass ran up the stairs, his eyes were no longer disguised tenderness, but an evil, uncomfortable feeling - it turned out that he was not looking for a new girl friends, but looking for a new prey.

Looking at his gaze, Rachel suddenly knew what was wrong.

Rachel remembers the gazes of all the people she knows, admiration, longing, evil, disgust... Only Lisa's gaze, Rachel has no impression at all—

Because she never dared to look into her own eyes.

Rachel woke up from a creaking, broken wooden bed, and as soon as she opened her eyes, she looked into a pair of watery green eyes-with curiosity, as if she would ask herself if she had something hidden in her body in the next second. food.

Rachel was amused by her own thought.

"?" Anna, who was full of melons, was bewildered and suffered a beauty crit. What's wrong with this beauty?

"Little angel, is this heaven?" Rachel put down her sleeves and wanted to cover the scar on her wrist, but found that the scar was gone.

"No," Ginny put down the teacup, picked up the sweater draped on the back of the chair, and walked over, "Heaven? What place is that?"

Only then did Rachel realize that there were two girls drinking tea sitting in the corner of this humble little room. One of them was holding a short stick and waving it according to the book.

"Thank you—" Rachel took the sweater, "Then this is hell? I thought I didn't do anything evil in my life..."

She sighed a little, "Can I still leave any information for my family? Through... dreaming? Or a supernatural event or something?"

"I'm afraid not, Miss Rachel," Rachel saw the little girl wielding a stick approaching, "because this isn't **** either."

"You're at the Leaky Cauldron in Charing Cross Road, London, and you still have a chance to tell your family what you want to say," Hermione handed Rachel a cup of hot tea.

"You saved me from that pervert from Glass!?" Rachel almost shook out the hot tea, "My God! Are you all right?"

"Of course, we also threw that hairy **** where he should go," the wooden door was opened, a group of boys poured in, and the whole room was occupied by red hair again.

George put Catherine on his shoulders on the table, "Ms. Lena already knows we live in Diagon Alley tonight, Hermione, here's your letter—" He handed Hermione a check.

'...Dear Hermione, this is the first time your mother and I have seen an owl deliver a letter! Incredible! We're glad you made friends, but you'll have to find a phone booth to call us, we want to make sure you're safe! Today's fog is too big, and the film activities had to end early. Just when 'Princess and Joe finally shook hands to re-acquaint', the fog completely covered the screen...'

'...My mother and I agree that this will be a new story, and with the help of the fog, maybe they can have a fairy tale ending...'

'...I don't have any letter paper, so I can only write on this check, I have signed the check, you can fill in the amount by yourself, of course, the bank will check your identity, but don't worry, I have notified them by phone now...'

'...P.s. Baby Hermione, did you see my watch? Did I wear my watch out today? It's so strange...'

Hermione looked up at Catherine, who was bouncing on the table. "Anna, my dad said his watch—"

"Oh Catherine!" Anna looked at the owl with hatred, found a watch from its feathers and returned it to Hermione, "I'm sorry!"

"It's fine! But this watch..."

"It's mine," George took the watch. "It's amazing! I didn't notice it at all!"

"Please don't praise it," Anna turned Catherine upside down and found two watches and a small ring, "It will get worse!"

"Where did this ring come from?" Ron picked up the ring on the table, "Ms. Lena's?" He tried to put the ring on his thumb.

"Hmm!" Ron began to grow taller, fluffy, and grow bear-like ears.

The twins looked at each other, "Dudu's teddy bear ring!" Anna also remembered what this ring was. It seemed that the thief owl's life in Diagon Alley was not very peaceful.

Harry and Hermione were stunned. "Ron—are you all right?"

This is really hell, Rachel lying on the bed smiled and covered the quilt over her head, trying to escape from reality.

After a few minutes, everyone except Rachel experienced the joy of turning into a bear, "You really don't want to try?" Anna tried to invite her.

"Uh, forget it," Rachel sat by the bed, putting on her shoes, "Thank you for your kindness, and thank you for saving me—"

"You're leaving?" Hermione stood in front of her. "Where are you going?! The police are looking for you!"

"You know I'm wanted!" Rachel looked at the group of children in shock, "Why do you want to help me? Help a wanted criminal!?"

In order to avoid Rachel's misconception that 'this group of 'bear' children are really unsafe,' Hermione quickly explained, "I'm in the toilet too! Right in your cubicle! We know you've been wronged. !"

"Thank God, there are still people who can believe me in the end." Although it's just a few children, although it's useless, "I'm already very grateful..."

"Let's go to the police station! I can be your witness" Hermione took Rachel's arm.

"I can too, to prove that the man with glasses locked you in the car," Ron raised his hand, he pulled Harry, "Harry can too!"

Harry nodded heavily.

"Forget about Ginny and I, a policeman seems to have seen us." Anna touched her chin and recalled, "Hermione doesn't matter, she was in the co-pilot and was just blocked by me."

"Yes," Ginny remembered clearly, "he was so frightened that he saw two fire dragons!"

That is indeed very appropriate, Hermione secretly complained that if she were the policeman, she would have been frightened.

"Remember to bring this!" Fred took out a stack of photos from his pocket.

Anna took the photo, which showed the man with glasses carrying Rachel on his shoulders and slipping into the alley. The faces of the two of them were very clear. Anna raised her eyebrows, eh?

"How is that possible?!" Hermione leaned over and said in surprise~www.mtlnovel.com~ When we found the man with glasses, Rachel was already in the car! Where did this photo come from? ! "

"Then this is complicated!" Ron dragged his voice, "Let's start with how we got here."

"Oh yes!" Ginny suddenly realized, "How did you get here?" Shortly after Anna and her party arrived, the boys came.

"Thanks to an old man—the one who stepped on my foot on the subway!" Fred poured himself a cup of tea. "He's a wizard!"

"As soon as we threw the glasses man in the trash, we saw the girl in the yellow sweater running over here panting, yelling that the police are coming," George added.

"We came to inform you, but the police arrived too fast-after you called "Diagonal Alley" and drove away, the girl in the yellow sweater suddenly disappeared, and that's when the old wizard appeared-"

"The old wizard said he happened to have a camera to take a picture of this," Harry was impressed by the old wizard. "He even used a flying black car to bring us here!"

"He's funny and funny," Ron said casually, looking at the stack of photos. "He stuck his wand behind the wheel! Saying that would make it easier for him to cast his magic!"

Put the wand behind the steering wheel?

Anna always felt that she had seen this unusual behavior somewhere.

"What about others? We have to thank him!"

"Leave early," George shrugged. "We thanked him, oh, and this!" George took out an envelope.

"He said give this to Rachel - if the 'poor blond girl' needs it, you can use what's in this envelope."

"He told us not to look!" Ron added mysteriously.

Chapter end