HP monster

"Material."

"It's done, Professor."

"lunch."

"It's on the table, Professor."

"……dinner."

"...in the refrigerator, Professor."

"……get out."

"Thank you professor!"

I swear I'm absolutely not masochistic, really.

If it wasn’t for Harry’s birthday, it would be approaching, and I would ask for leave from the old bat and borrow money from the old bat. I would have to take the initiative to cook and clean the house and keep running over to take pictures of the horse every short period of time. What a shitty job, we might spend the entire summer vacation together without even having a complete conversation—stop making trouble, except for him and the two young men who robbed that day, the people in this alley still have strong communication skills, okay?They didn't stare at you all the time without saying a word.

I guess this is not the problem of the alley, maybe it is the power of a master?

For example, the boy who robbed me that day originally wanted to earn a little money to honor his master, but the moment he shot him, he realized that his master had already arrived or something.

... Well, this kind of thinking is indeed a bit suspenseful.

Fearing that the old bat would regret it in the next second, I quickly said goodbye, closed the door and ran out, and met Mrs. Paris, who had just returned from shopping for groceries, with a bag of eggs in her hand. Greeted with a smile: "Come to help little Snape again, the relationship between the students and the teacher is really good now."

I trembled all over, my goosebumps were shaking, I could only grunt in response.

"Take a few eggs back home. They are a fresh batch and taste good." The old lady enthusiastically took out a few eggs from the bag and stuffed them into my hands. home.

egg.

A good idea filled my head in a split second, and I figured, maybe Harry would like to have someone make his own birthday cake to try.For me, this job doesn't cost too much money, and it doesn't take a lot of energy. One day is enough for me to get it done!

So……

I quickly turned around and knocked on the door of Snape's house, and I shouted excitedly at the professor: "Professor! Lend me some more flour, do you have an oven?!"

Snape leaned on the door and looked at me with Godzilla-like eyes.

...I guess it was the brain-dead star who gave me strength the moment I knocked on the door.

Well, although the experience was a bit bumpy, but while enduring the air-conditioning and death rays emitted by the old bat, I also successfully borrowed the oven and flour—if I want to subdivide it, I may also borrow electricity That counts too.In short, it is enough to just go to the supermarket to buy some cream and related tools later.

The tutorial book was spread out on the table, put down the mold, and checked everything again. After making sure that I had recorded all the precautions mentioned in the tutorial book in my brain, I took the beaten eggs and prepared them at the same time. flour.

Suddenly, I heard Snape's voice.

"It turns out that the perfect technology for dealing with slugs can also be used here. Is this also the inspiration for you from Happy Kitchen?"

Vomiting came up in an instant.

Dear professor, can you stop mentioning about slugs right now!

Gritting my teeth and turning my head, I guess my expression is too broken now, I saw Snape's expression also collapsed a little bit, but he recovered quickly, "Don't even think about using your troll's brain Blow up any of my furniture, not even a china bowl, I guess you know the consequences."

I replied lazily: "Yes, Professor."

The black robe drew an arc in front of me, he turned and left, leaving behind me who was disgusted and no longer excited.

...the damn old monster.

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Go a little to the left, keep your voice down, yes, you can successfully reach the kitchen with just a few more steps.Yes, as soon as I reach the kitchen, I just need to open the refrigerator door silently, stuff the cake in, leave my congratulations card, and escape out as carefully as when I came here!

The revolution is about to win, soldiers come on!

"Dickas."

bang bang...

I kept kneeling and bumped into a robot model placed next to the sofa.

The model fell to the ground, and the parts were scattered all over the place.

I guess I look stupid in my current posture, holding a gift box with a pink bow tie and burying my head next to the sofa or something... No, I don’t understand, isn’t this my own room!What am I afraid of me!

The brainless star gave me strength again, making me jump up and bump into Harry's forehead who seemed to be trying to help me up.

"Dickas." Harry's voice was choked with sobs, which made me feel sore.He also knelt down, kept the same height as me, and hugged me tightly into his arms.The cake box was still between the two of us. I was afraid that when we hugged, I would squeeze out cream all over my body. I had to raise my hands above my head when Khalil’s me was out of breath, trying to keep the cake box away from us with trembling hands. farther away.

"Dickas?"

Harry finally let go of me in doubt, took the box from my hand, put it on the coffee table, then turned around and looked at me again, frowning and trying hard, I looked at it as if I found a dog's tail flower on my face.

"What... what's wrong?"

Harry wasn't surprised to hear me say it, but just said "it's true".But now is not the time to focus on that, and what he said right after that made me want to slam him headfirst.

"It's nothing, I just think you're pretty good-looking when you're stupid."

I pulled the cushion on the sofa and gave him a smack on the forehead.

... I will never bear to lay a heavy hand on Harry.

Harry also seemed to understand this well. He smiled smugly and wanted to leave. Now that there is no gift box in his hand as an obstacle, I naturally can't let him get any benefit from this. I grabbed his pants and went to Pulling down, Harry, who suddenly exposed his buttocks in the air, was dumbfounded for a moment, and immediately turned red all over with embarrassment.

"I'm sorry." I said.

"What?" Harry was still trying to snatch the pants back from my hand, his calf was stretched by the inelastic pants, and he almost fell over several times.

I threw myself on both of his shoulders, with our weight supported by the back of the sofa, I pulled myself closer to Harry, and with a victorious victor, I bit his mouth.

Taste it lightly, and leave it at the touch of a finger.

"I realize that I can't live without you, and I can't see who you leave with." These words have never occurred to me, at least in the recent period. Harry, who has a better life, can make me understand some truths that I have been persuaded countless times but can't listen to, "No matter what happens, all I want is that you never leave me, you have to promise."

I saw Harry staring at me blankly, and after a while, he showed a silly smile.

He quickly picked up the pants that I had loosened the vigilance on, put them on, then threw his whole weight towards me, and hit me hard with his mouth.

"You have to promise!"

"Ah."

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He rushed to protect it, but when the cake was taken out, it still turned into an unidentified object in the shape of an irregular heptagon.

Swallowing with distress, I suggested, "We can eat fried chicken drumsticks."

"That's not made by Diggas himself." Harry was not happy, and put his hands around the cake plate and told me not to touch it.

"Okay, okay," compromised, I took the shopping bag and went to the door to change my shoes, "I'm going to buy some drinks and other things, you wait for me at home."

"Don't worry." Harry raised his head and smiled with a nose full of cream.

The heavy feeling in my pocket can restore self-confidence to even the most down-and-out person. After going through the hard times before, I have become more money-loving than before. I guess this is not a bad habit. Everyone in the world should raise their glasses money.

I even had the feeling that I was inspecting my own territory when I was patrolling the goods in the supermarket. If it wasn't for Harry waiting at home, I would have to dawdle a little longer.

Holding a full shopping bag in my hand, I stepped on the steps contentedly and jumped up the steps. I was about to get the key to open the door when I heard a piercing cry from inside the room.The sharpness of its voice makes something bad appear in my brain instantly, such as a must-have in a horror movie...

"Harry!!"

I quickly opened the door in horror, and the first thing I saw was a house elf who had plugged his ear into my oven.

While breathing a sigh of relief, I thought in despair: I don’t know how long it will take for the oven that baked the elf’s ears to be clean enough to cook...

Harry and the elf looked at me together, one seeking reassurance, the other wary.

"I mean, who of you can explain what's going on now?" I took a long breath, put down my shopping bag, and took out a can of soda from inside.

"Dickas, he won't let me go to school!!"

"Who are you? You live with the great Harry Potter!"

The two spoke in unison.

I don't know what to say, if someone who is sober now can tell me something about the situation...

Somewhat distressed, he took the lead in pulling Harry over, motioned for the elf to wait, and led Harry into a house casually.I looked at him seriously: "House elves will never betray their master's will. Are you sure who sent this? Who doesn't want you to go back to school?"

"It doesn't seem to be the case. The little elf doesn't seem very satisfied with the family he serves. He said, um... he said that he would stay in the master's house until he died, unless his master let him go, saying this He was in pain."

Harry described in detail how the elf suddenly appeared after he left.Instead of getting clearer with Harry's description, my thoughts became more and more chaotic.

"Heterogeneous? Well..."

It always feels that things are getting more and more complicated, and we unanimously cast our guesses on Voldemort's side.

Maybe this is a strange little elf who developed inexplicable heroism after hearing Harry's deeds, and did not hesitate to betray his master, the big devil?

...Looking at Harry in a daze for a while, I was thinking about whether to take Harry out to negotiate with that weird house elf again, when I suddenly heard the elf asking respectfully outside the door, "Harry Potter has been in the bathroom for more than 10 minutes, does the great Mr. Harry Potter need Dobby to provide you with some services? Dobby has medicine for constipation and can help Harry Potter!"

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