Hogwarts lazy snake

But just as Horn was about to raise his hand to knock on the door, the door opened quickly and silently.

Before Horn could react, his father Stock suddenly reached out and covered his mouth.

At the same time, Stocker whispered in his ear: "Shh, don't make any noise, keep your voice down."

Horn was immediately confused, with big question marks in his eyes.

He instinctively wanted to ask, but just as he opened his mouth slightly, his father's stern look was like a silent ban, stopping him.

Then, his father made a gesture to silence him, emphasizing once again that they must keep quiet. Horn was full of doubts, but he could only suppress all his questions in his heart and followed his father into the house.

Stocker closed the door carefully. The whole process was so quiet that it was a bit depressing. Only their footsteps, as light as falling feathers, echoed faintly in the corridor.

While pulling Horn tightly inside, Stocker looked around vigilantly, with a mysterious look in his eyes, as if there were some unspeakable secrets hidden around them.

Horn followed his father and walked slowly in the corridor that was as dark as if it was shrouded in night.

Along the way, he couldn't help but want to ask what was going on several times. However, every time the words came to his lips and just as he was about to make a sound, he was forced back by his father's sharp eyes.

His father would use gestures to remind him seriously from time to time that he must keep quiet. Horn felt as if he had been scratched by a cat, full of doubts and curiosity, but he could only swallow all these questions back into his stomach helplessly.

As they walked through the living room and were about to go upstairs, suddenly, the cry of a baby broke the silence without warning.

The crying sounded particularly abrupt in this house which was originally as quiet as a deep pool, and Horn was startled and his body shook slightly.

Before he could recover from the sudden fright, another baby cry, louder and higher than the previous one, was heard.

The crying seemed to carry a powerful force that could penetrate the soul, spreading wildly in the air.

At this moment, Horn saw his father, who had been cautious and tiptoeing just now, suddenly rushed towards the second floor like a rocket that was instantly ignited.

Horn stood there in a daze, a look of confusion on his face.

His mind was like a movie playing, with countless strange thoughts flashing through his mind in an instant. He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Could it be that Dad has an illegitimate child outside? And he has the guts to bring the child home. Isn't he afraid of Mommy's powerful 'iron fist of love'?"

However, he quickly came to his senses and thought of his father's typical "henpecked" appearance in front of his mother.

He couldn't help but shake his head, thinking to himself, "I don't think he has the guts. Besides, if this really happened, my mom wouldn't have to do it herself. Grandpa Sean and Grandma Alice would be able to tear my dad's bones apart."

Horn's thoughts briefly lingered in this absurd imagination, and then he quickly came back to his senses from the bloody and horrifying scene.

He decided to follow and see what was going on, so he hurriedly followed his father's footsteps with brisk steps to his parents' bedroom.

The bedroom door was slightly open, and through the gap, Horn saw the scene inside the house.

I saw my mother lying weakly on the bed. Although her face was a little pale, her face was filled with a happy and satisfied smile.

Beside the bed, the father was frantically holding two crying babies, and he kept whispering, "Little babies, don't cry, don't cry, be good."

When the mother saw Horn at the door, she immediately said softly, "Horn, my child, go take a shower before coming in. You are still covered in dust from the journey."

Horn nodded somewhat dully, then turned and walked towards the bathroom. When he finished his shower, changed into clean and comfortable clothes, and returned to the bedroom, he found that the two babies were already sleeping peacefully.

He tiptoed to the crib like a kitten afraid of disturbing something. Looking at the two chubby, pink babies in the crib, he felt his heart melted by their cute appearance.

The father beside him had a proud look on his face, as if he was showing off the most precious treasure in the world. He lowered his voice and said to Horn, "Son, these are the new members of our family, your brother and sister."

Horn's eyes suddenly widened, his face full of disbelief. He asked in a low voice: "Brother and sister? What's going on? How come I didn't know Mommy was pregnant?"

Father Stocker had a gentle smile on his face and explained softly, "This is a surprise we have for you. When you were studying at Hogwarts, your mom found out that she was pregnant. We thought we would give you a big surprise when you come back."

The mother also said gently on the bed: "Horn, you will be the older brother from now on. You must take good care of your younger brothers and sisters."

Horn quickly responded to his parents' words in a low voice, staring at the two little ones on the bed without blinking.

The little baby on the left has a face that is just like a plump and round peach, so pink and tender that it seems as if water could be squeezed out with a gentle pinch.

His eyebrows were thin and sparse, just like the tender grass buds that had just sprouted out in early spring. The light color made him look even more well-behaved and lovely under his forehead as white as mutton-fat jade.

The baby on the right is also so cute that you can't help but want to hold him in your hands.

Her face was round and plump, like dough carefully kneaded by a skilled craftsman, with a healthy and charming blush. Her skin looked soft and soft, making people want to touch it gently at a glance.

At night, Horn lay in bed, thinking about the two cute little faces and wondering what gifts to give John and Scarlett.

Early the next morning, Horn ran towards the two little cuties.

"Fun Tuanzi, your big brother is here!"

Just as Horn was about to open the door, Stocker grabbed him by the back of his collar and said, "Okay, Horn, as a big brother, don't wake up your little brother and sister so early in the morning! Act like a big brother again. Come down and have breakfast first!"

"Uh....ok. I get it."

After hearing this, Horn thought about it and agreed, so he gave up struggling and went downstairs obediently.

When Horn saw that it was his old boss who was making breakfast, he recalled some "good" memories.

That was when I was seven or eight years old and lived in the city. One early morning, the neighbor next door suddenly called the fire department and came to the kitchen where we were making breakfast and fired a large amount of water from a gun.

It can be said that this saved Horn's life, because he didn't have to eat the heavenly dish made by his father Stocker, which had black air and looked like it was glowing red on the inside.

Horn sat at the dining table tremblingly, watching his father busying around, praying silently in his heart that today's breakfast would be normal.

After a while, his father, Stock, came over with a plate and said proudly, "Son, I have carefully prepared breakfast today. You will definitely like it."

Knock knock~knock

"I'll open the door!"

When Horn saw his father was about to hand over the plate, there was a sudden knock on the door. Horn immediately jumped up from his seat and said he would go to open the door. At the same time, he was wondering who was knocking so early in the morning, and was secretly grateful to the person who knocked on the door.

Then he walked quickly to the door, opened it, and saw a very cool lady.

"Hello Mr. Nicholas, I'm sorry to bother you so early in the morning. I'm Vida Rozier..."