Snakes at Hogwarts

It took Andros a long time to make this deaf old woman understand that he was just coming back for a vacation and had not really been expelled from the school.

At least, not yet.

Phew~ I’m exhausted.

Looking at Aunt Nancy who finally showed a kind smile, Andros couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

Really, how could she have such an idea!

Even though he was a little naughty and mischievous when he was in the orphanage, he never caused any trouble to her or the orphanage!

Could it be that in her mind she is a person who often makes trouble?

Of course, Andros only thought about these words in his heart and did not show them on his face.

Following Aunt Nancy, Andros was startled as soon as he entered the house. He immediately spotted a double-barreled shotgun leaning quietly on the table next to the door.

It was undoubtedly an old gun. Judging from the shape, it might have been an antique that had been produced before World War I.

It's just that it has been well maintained. From the clean and spotless gun body, it is not difficult to see how much its owner loves this shotgun.

Where did this song come from?

"Aunt Nancy, what are you doing?" Andros was somewhat confused about the situation.

He didn't expect that in addition to Grandma Nancy, he would be greeted by a shotgun that was probably older than her.

"This neighborhood hasn't been peaceful since you left."

Ignoring the strange Andros, Aunt Nancy reached out and grabbed the shotgun.

"There are gangs fighting everywhere, and many people are targeting this old house and this orphanage. During this time, there have been people sneaking around nearby, and once they even wanted to break in directly. Come."

While explaining to Andros, Aunt Nancy unloaded the loaded bullet, and Andros's eyelids jumped at the skill she saw.

"I fired at them, and those cowards who had no guts ran away like shit. I want those bullies to understand that as long as I'm alive, no one can attack this place, and what these kids want to do. , no one can do it!”

After saying this, Grandma Nancy put the shotgun on her shoulder, and then walked tremblingly towards the inner room on crutches.

Imagine an old woman in her late seventies, stooped, leaning on a walking stick in one hand, and carrying a double-barreled shotgun on her other shoulder.

What a picture that is.

Really tough!

Andros couldn't help but wipe the non-existent cold sweat on his forehead.

Merlin knew what this old woman did when she was young?

Come to think of it, what serious old lady would tell the story of Viking pirates as a bedtime story to a six or seven-year-old child?

Speaking of which, it was precisely because of these stories that Andros named the little snake Ivar.

"Why did you come back suddenly without telling me in advance? That way I could pick you up."

Sitting on the chair in the hall shivering, Aunt Nancy casually put the shotgun beside her.

"You're so capable. You actually dare to come back alone! Do you know how dangerous it is out there now?" Her words were quite reproachful, but they were more filled with joy and worry about seeing Andros.

"Did I tell you in advance that you didn't receive the letter I wrote?" Andros raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"I've written to you several times during this period!"

Like the letters to Old Tom, he also wrote several letters to Aunt Nancy when he was at school. Of course, there was nothing involving magic in them.

Andros knew that this old woman probably couldn't understand this, so the content of the letter was just to talk about his current situation and tell her not to worry too much.

Including this time, Andros wrote a letter explaining the situation long before the holiday.

But he never received a reply from Aunt Nancy.

This incident was somewhat strange, but at the time Andros thought that Aunt Nancy didn’t know how to use an owl to deliver mail, so he didn’t take it to heart.

Moreover, the approaching holiday also gave him the opportunity to ask Aunt Nancy in person.

Now it seems that there seems to be some hidden secret that I don't know about.

Is someone causing trouble?

Andros subconsciously wanted to go in this direction.

"Several letters? Why haven't I received any of them? No postman has ever delivered your letter to me." Aunt Nancy could not help but frown.

"That, Aunt Nancy, is not here to deliver the letter." Andros really didn't know how to explain it.

"We~our school uses owls to deliver letters. Have you ever seen owls in the backyard or other places?"

"What? Owls? You said those owls are for delivering messages?" As if she remembered something, Nanny Nancy's tone suddenly became a little higher.

"Yes, have you seen those owls?"

"Well, Ender, I did see these owls, but I didn't know at the time that they were actually used to deliver letters." The expression on Mammy's face looked somewhat embarrassed.

"Then what?" An ominous premonition flashed through Andros's heart.

"Then I shot them down with a gun and gave the children a meal. I was still wondering why those owls were not afraid of people at all."

ah?

Is the road so wild?

Hearing such an answer, Andros was completely dumbfounded.

He imagined a thousand possibilities in his mind, but Andros didn't expect the answer to be this.

The reason why Aunt Nancy never received her letters was because she shot the owls that sent them one by one?

And then the corpses were used to make extra meals for the children in the orphanage?

Is there such an operation?

No wonder when I went to the Owlery to post letters before the holidays, I found that there were fewer and fewer public owls in the school.

Maybe this is due to Aunt Nancy.

The atmosphere became awkward for a moment.

"Well, don't take it too seriously. There are a lot of owls like this in the school. If one or two are missing, they won't care."

After a long time, looking at Aunt Nancy with a guilty look on her face, Andros could only comfort her like this.

What else could he say?

Presumably Dumbledore wouldn't embarrass an old woman who doesn't know anything just because a few owls are missing.

"But~ didn't you find the letter tied to the owl's leg?" After thinking about it again, Andros couldn't help but ask.

"I found it. I thought it was some naughty child who caused a prank. Who would have thought that someone would use an owl to deliver mail?"

All right.

Those owls who deliver letters must not have imagined that one day they will face the risk of being eaten by humans even if they deliver letters.