Hogwarts Archmage

There is one benefit to living in a remote location.

The housing prices in this place only require a negligible rent, and you can get a big house. Although the police don't come often, as long as the relationship between the neighbors is better, the safety is not low at all--no one knows who lives here. How many unregistered guns do those old men and women who participated in the war have in their possession?

When he got up early in the morning, Victor put his sleeping daughter out of his clothes into a baby bathtub, then stuffed the clothes covered with mucus into the fireplace, struck a match and threw it away. Go in.

The match fell on the clothes, and the slime was quickly ignited like gasoline. It made a "whoosh" sound and shocked Gemma. After she woke up, her little head turned to the fireplace.

She said excitedly: "Dad, is this the fireplace on TV?"

Victor took a soft towel and carefully cleaned the dried mucus on her skin. He smiled and replied, "This is indeed a fireplace, but it's not the one on TV, it's real."

"Are those your clothes burning inside?"

"Yeah, it was kicked to pieces yesterday by some little monster who didn't sleep well, so I had to burn it."

"But you can just throw it away, so why burn it?"

"Because we have to hide the fact that a certain pretty little blond girl is actually a little monster. It's a little secret between us."

Gemma scratched the foam on her head in embarrassment, and then said unconvincingly: "If I were a little monster, then Vito would be a big monster!"

Victor was stunned for a moment and then laughed: "Yes, I am a big monster...The little monster must be obedient, otherwise the big monster will spank the little monster."

"Hee hee hee…"

Men are more careless after all. It only took Victor about ten minutes to complete the whole process of bathing, rinsing, washing again, and rinsing again. He also put on Gemma a set of small clothes he just bought yesterday, but look The clothes don't fit that well and are a bit too big.

After changing his clothes, he hugged Gemma and went out to play for a while, and finally rang the doorbell of the neighbor's house.

After pressing the button five or six times, a roar came from inside: "I heard it!"

After waiting for another five or six minutes, the footsteps of an old lady were heard. Before she came out, a burst of thoughts like chanting sutras came from inside:

"Damn it, Victor, I warned you that I would sleep until eight o'clock in the morning. I swear, if you go so early next time, I will definitely shoot you... Oh... My Virgin Mary, this Where did this little angel come from?”

In the first half, the tone was violent, but in the second half, it was so gentle that it gave people goosebumps.

To be honest, Gemma looks exactly like her mother. She is very capable of fighting. And the most important thing is that white children aged three or four often have a pair of uncoordinated big eyes like aliens. They look like It's a bit scary, and Gemma's eyes are too long, which somewhat reduces this incongruity, especially when she laughs to death, her eyes are bent into crescents, plus she looks like an obedient old lady. Looking at her, my heart almost melted.

Victor said slightly proudly: "Let me introduce you, this is my daughter Jima. She has recovered and been discharged from the hospital."

Then he lowered his head and said to the little girl: "This is Mrs. Grace. You can call her Grandma Grace. She has a bad temper, but she is easy to get along with."

Gemma, who has been in a crowded place like a hospital all year round and has to deal with different doctors and nurses every day, did not show any stage fright. She said sweetly: "Good morning, Grandma Grace~"

"Gemma? God, you are such a cutie..."

Mrs. Grace sighed, then turned back and shouted into the house: "Damn old bastard, come out quickly, the neighbor's little bastard brought back an angel!"

Her voice not only made her old man howl out, but also many old people in this small residential area opened their doors.

This small community is inhabited by a group of well-connected veterans from the same army. They are all around seventy years old. They kept in touch when they were young. When they got older, they discussed it and moved to this quiet place together. .

The original owner of the house that Victor rented died unexpectedly. His wife did not want to stay in this sad place and wanted to return to her hometown. However, the place was not easy to sell. Considering that she had to pay property taxes every year, she decided to sell it at a very low price. It was rented out at a reasonable price, and then an outsider moved in.

These old guys were all soldiers when they were young. After leaving the army, they mostly did manual work, so they were very vulgar, but they were surprisingly easy to get along with. It didn't take long for Victor to get along with these guys. We got along well, and we had the best relationship with the neighbor Grace and his wife, and they also had a good relationship with their son and daughter.

A bunch of old guys gathered around. Victor originally wanted to ask the Grace couple to help take care of little Gemma, but seeing this situation, he had to be patient and introduce them one by one. Fortunately, Gemma might I've been alone in the sterile room for too long, and I like to socialize quite a bit, so nothing unpleasant happened at all--but these old guys are even more energetic.

After having been waffling here for more than an hour, Victor finally found some free time and took Mrs. Grace aside: "I hope you can help take care of Gemma. Her illness has recovered, and I have to, too." Quit a few part-time jobs and set aside some time to spend with her... Don't worry, in a few days, I will hire a nanny to take care of her."

"Are you willing to leave such a cute and well-behaved child to a nanny?"

"I just think it's inappropriate to bother you all the time..."

Mrs. Grace waved her hands with a look of disgust: "Get out of here, don't look for a nanny for the time being. If you must find one, tell us. We need to monitor her without blind spots."

Victor spread his hands, feeling a little speechless, and finally stopped talking at all. Instead, he walked to Gemma who had already run to sit down at the small table in the courtyard of Grace's house and said: "My child, I have to go out. Can you play with Grandma Grace? I will be back around five o'clock in the afternoon at the latest."

Gemma nodded: "Okay, Grandma Grace looks very gentle..."

Victor: "..."

How did you see her gentleness?

But he didn't say much, but nodded and said: "Remember not to cause too much trouble... Then... I have to go?"

"Yeah...fuck you!"

Victor: "..."

He began to question whether his decision was correct. This kid would not be a bad learner if he followed these rough guys, right?

However, he looked at his watch and didn't have time to delay any longer. He hadn't finished the work assigned by his boss yet. He started the car and left here with some worry.