HP monster

When I opened the door, it was the kid from just now, with a funny straw hat on his head, and its edge was dripping with snow, as if it hadn't been touched since I put it on the kid's head.He didn't seem to have any resistance to the door being opened in the air, he coughed, slowly raised his head and smirked at the top of my hair: "I mean, welcome me in?"

I opened the door wider, and he took off his dirty shoes very politely, revealing his white socks, which were big and old but obviously clean, and stepped in politely... I wanted to stop him.Sure enough, in the next second, he was so carelessly kicked by the iron parts on the floor in the darkness before I had time to turn on the light after I came back.The kid hugged his feet in pain and jumped up. He looked down at his feet, but found that his socks were dirty in just a moment, as if they hadn't been washed for more than a month. He opened his mouth and stood there in a golden rooster's independent posture. .

I should do some explaining.

But judging from the current situation, we can't communicate at all, so I had to pick up this kid—fortunately, he wasn't as heavy as a pig like other dead children, and it wasn't difficult to hold—although the downstairs is big but Because I have been here for a long time to disassemble some equipment and so on, there is no place to step down.I had no choice but to take him upstairs to my bedroom.

"Wow, your house is really big!" The silly boy opened his mouth wide open, wishing he could twist his neck 360 degrees so that he could carefully put the whole house into his eyes, "That... He smiled foolishly, and suddenly remembered and explained his intentions, "Dudley is going to overthrow the snowman, I can't stop him...I've tried my best to stop him! But he!—" he said Extremely angry, he waved his fist in the air, almost hitting my chin a few times, so I grabbed his hand.

"Oh, I'm sorry..." The little head lowered as if discouraged, then suddenly lifted up again, cleared his throat and continued to explain, "Later, Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon came out to help him, and they always felt that I was bullying Darius No matter what they saw... because of what happened this morning, they were planning to lock me back in the closet for another month...they, oh you probably don't know, their whole family thinks of me Shame... I..."

The little ghost's voice became lower and lower, and at the end he couldn't help sobbing softly.

Trouble... brat.

Tsk... Crying like this for such a trivial matter, how can there be any half-assed pride in being a monster.

As a monster, even if he doesn't have the physique of Godzilla, he still has the aura of Godzilla to destroy the earth. How dare this kid call himself a monster? !

...Thinking about it this way...

But still unconsciously, he hesitantly put his hand on the little devil's back, just like what he had desired countless times, controlled his strength and followed his back one by one—damn little devil, he hasn't been caught yet. People have been treated like this before, but they are given to him first...!

How dare he just fall asleep like this? !

Damn it, brat!

Let him sleep well on the bed. Standing at the door of the room originally wanted to quit and continue to clean up for Mr. Locke, but his feet seemed to be nailed by a wedge and he couldn’t move half a cent. It was very complicated, and he almost broke my already harmonious life in just one morning.

By coincidence, after cleaning Mr. Locke's dust and reassembling it as soon as possible, I ran to the storage room to take out a large pot of slime, paint boxes, pens and other things and went back to the bedroom.As expected, the kid was still fast asleep, in a very bad sleeping position. When I entered, he was reaching into his trousers and scratching his thigh.

I have to admit that I deliberately wanted to record this moment of him with some malice, even though the second before I came to this room with the ooze in my arms, I was just thinking about pinching him down. I didn't think about what the result would be.

I haven't done this kind of work for a long time, and my hands obviously grew a lot, and I ruined it more than a dozen times before finally making what I think is a perfect masterpiece.It was already light, and taking advantage of the light, I squeezed out a few strands of paint on the palette, then dipped it with a fine brush, and filled in the eyebrows, eyes, nose and mouth on the clay sculpture.

After finishing the last work, when I looked up, I saw a pair of emerald green eyes staring at the figurine, "You, you...I...it..."

In a good mood, humming a song, he threw the almost dry clay sculpture to him, and he held it carefully, with a strange expression on his face that could not tell whether he was happy or embarrassed.

Well, you're done!

It's almost time to make breakfast. Anyway, there are guests today, so I have to cook some decent meals.

He didn't finish his reasons, such as why he followed a series of footprints to live in an obviously unusual house, why he firmly believed that I, a person he couldn't see at all, would provide free board and lodging and take good care of him— —Well, it’s not free, I just provided him with the ingredients for cooking and a place to sleep. He is as hardworking as a little wife, not only cleaning the house that has never been cleaned for many years, but even taking the initiative to take care of it. The work of cooking and washing dishes.

...Although I am lazy, his arrival made it even more difficult for me, who was already bored, to find something to do.

... Well, it is indeed a bit immoral to complain like this while taking advantage of it.

In any case, in the face of a hardworking little ghost, I had no choice but to sit in the living room holding a big pot of slime bored every day, making clay dolls for the little ghost who was like a spinning top.I don't know why, I just think it's interesting that he cherishes the tight and embarrassing blushing face after seeing the clay doll. Among the hundreds of dolls pinched to him, almost all of them are those that he picks his nose inadvertently. The ugly look of scratching his feet and holding on to Jiji halfway through urinating.

If I gave it to him, I could only see him putting away the clay doll with a blushing face. I don’t know where he hid it. It’s also my own house, but I searched twice and couldn’t find any clues.

After dinner in the evening, I was still sitting cross-legged in front of Mr. Locke watching soap operas, and the kid was quietly flipping through a few magazines in his arms.Suddenly, the little ghost ran over with a magazine in his hand as if he had suddenly thought of something, and sat down on my lap.

"Oh...sorry," he apologized with a blushing face and lowered his head, moved his buttocks, and fell on the cushion with a bang.After finally tossing and tossing enough, he quickly put on that happy look again, "Do you have paper and pens at home? We can write and communicate!"

Picking up a pillow on the ground and throwing it to the small cabinet next to Mr. Locke, the kid hurriedly ran over, pulled it away, and saw that there was indeed a large stack of manuscript paper, and there was a pile of ballpoint pens that I usually use for writing and drawing in the corner. He was very happy I held all of them in my arms, and ran back and forth for half of them before I felt that I didn't need so much, and ran back to put down more than half of them.

Tilting his head and thinking on the spot again, he seemed to have a lovely feeling of dying. He felt that his brain was a little underdeveloped after staying with him for a long time, so he simply forced himself to turn his head to be quiet and quiet, so as not to be assimilated after staying for a long time.

It felt like a long time had passed, and he greeted out of breath, "Okay."

Looking over, he moved the low table over, and placed a small stool at each end of the rectangular low table, with a few pages of manuscript paper and a ballpoint pen neatly placed on both sides, and the regular one seemed to be going to negotiate. .Seeing that he didn't hit him for the sake of taking it seriously, in fact, I couldn't make a sound in my current situation, so we each sat down on one side, and I turned my pen, waiting for his next move.

The little ghost blushed, clutched the pen tightly, and his sitting posture was not very correct. He was lying down while writing, and his eyes were almost stuck to the paper. No wonder he wore big glasses like the bottom of a beer bottle at a young age.He scribbled a few sentences on the paper, crossed them out, restarted the line and wrote another sentence, crossed them out again, and finally heaved a sigh of relief when he was finally satisfied for the third time, stretched out his arms and pushed me towards me.

It said: "Hi, my name is Harry Potter. I am ten years old. Nice to meet you."

The contents of the three lines are exactly the same, except that the word happy in the first line is misspelled, and the words in the second line look a bit ugly.

It's almost the education level of kindergarten...

His hands were trembling because he couldn't help holding back his laughter, and he shook the pen violently, which also attracted the kid's concerned greetings.After thinking about it, I finally followed his example and wrote: "Hi, my name is Dikas, I'm 11 years old, and I'm also very honored to have met you, a kid."

"11 years old!!" The kid screamed.

He glared at him unhappily, and wrote heavily on the paper: "Do you have any comments?!"

The little ghost looked at the words awkwardly and looked up at the sky and the ground, until I was really impatient and wanted to go over and give him a hard kick in the buttocks, he finally said, "... I always think it should be bigger than this of."

He yawned lazily, not wanting to entangle with the brat whose mind was full of unrealistic fantasies, put down the pen, leaned back and pushed away the low stool, stood up and stretched vigorously.Just as I was about to go upstairs to sleep, I suddenly caught a glimpse of the little ghost holding the words I wrote and studied them curiously. With a thought, I grabbed the paper in his hand and drew a few big characters again: "Little ghost!" , I'm going to bed, good night."

Feeling embarrassed again after finishing writing, he turned and left after rudely stuffing it into his arms.

Just when he was about to finish the last step, he suddenly heard the little ghost shout excitedly: "Dicas, good night!"

Involuntarily, he giggled with the kid like an idiot.

good night.

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When I'm in a good mood, I sleep well. It's rare that I didn't get up at four or five o'clock. I felt that at about six or seven o'clock, Harry opened the door and came in and looked at me, as if he saw that I was still asleep. Backed out lightly.

I fell asleep until I woke up naturally, I was too lazy to stretch my muscles and bones, I stretched out my hand and took the watch from the bedside to check the time, it was already 09:30, I don't know if Harry made me breakfast so late.Scratching his head and pushing the door to go out, he heard the sound of a stranger chatting with Harry from the living room.

Damn, when will anyone be able to come in and take a look at this house? !

I thought so, but I knew with my toes that it would be a bit unusual to get in, so I had to scratch my head again and dragged down.

Harry was the first to notice me coming down. He looked past me at the swinging door, ran to the kitchen with a smile and brought out a small plate with the lid on, "Dickas, wake up!" Come on, I made fried bacon and sandwiches in the morning, and they should still be hot now, ah yes, this is Professor Dumbledore, he said he has something very important to tell us."

The author has something to say:

I originally planned to update it every other day→→There are not many manuscripts saved, and the next day may make me a little easier.

But Gu Liang, you are so cute, you can actually receive comments at two o'clock, there is nothing better than this!

Those who have been strongly encouraged, it is better to hold on to the date of depositing the manuscript recently, and will notify the mushrooms when there is no food in stock the next day.

PS.com is pumping heavily at the moment, commenting that I saw the rabbit mushroom cool, but I can't reply.Here will be Haru, love you.