hp lord of the rings still time

At noon the next day, the little wizards finally saw Kleist at the long dining table in Slytherin. She had disheveled hair, was wearing pajamas, wiped her face sleepily, and strode towards the dining table, bowing her head and eating. stand up.

The hearts of the little wizards finally fell back when they saw Kleist, who was not particular about it.To be honest, the little wizards once discussed in private how a person as fastidious and furry as Thranduil could bear Kleist's slovenly appearance.

But the little wizards had had enough of the silent Kleist some time ago, and felt that this was the one they were most familiar with.

Kleist ate fast and a lot, and Severus Snape, who was sitting next to her, was a little surprised by her appetite, how exhausted she was last night to starve herself like this.In fact, Severus Snape was thinking too much. Kleist just missed breakfast when he went to bed. She thought that she would meet the little wizards to reassure them before crawling out of the room, otherwise she would call the domestic children directly. Elf.

However, Kleist left without saying hello to everyone, as long as the little wizards knew she was fine.In the next few days, they rarely saw Kleist.

Kleist has not been idle these few days. Although she wants to go back to Middle Earth, she wants to settle some things before going back. She is sure that she will not come back soon this time.

Kleist went home first. She had contacted her parents before, and the Coburgs came back from a business trip.As before, she was home by evening, but this time, luckily, the Coburgs were home.

"Oh, Claire, what the hell happened?" Seeing his daughter who had suddenly lost a lot of weight, Hans Coberg shouted excitedly, and Ester Coberg frowned, and they strode up to embrace Kebao. Lester, carefully inspecting Kleist's physical condition.

Kleist smiled to reassure the nervous parents, "I'm fine, something happened before, but it's all resolved."

"Can you talk to us?"

Facing the worried eyes of his parents, Kleist nodded with a smile. Family members are the people who will always stand behind you and give you support and encouragement.Parents, on the other hand, love every bit of you. Their eyes are always on you, with expectation and joy, and they are willing to dedicate everything to you.

Kleist's relationship with her parents is more like a friend, because of her premature independence, which the Coburgs can only accept but are powerless to stop.But this time, they saw the long-lost exhaustion from Kleist's expression, which reminded them that Kleist was like that when he was a child.But she has survived the setbacks strong, which frustrates them as parents. When their children need help the most, they are always far away from her, and they always miss the most important moment of her growth.

As night fell, Coburg’s house only lit a small lamp, and the family of three sat on the sofa in front of the fireplace, listening to Kleist tell them what happened recently. Of course, what Kleist told them was all It's a cut version. She doesn't want her parents to worry about her. They already get together less and leave more, and the situation in Middle-earth is getting more and more unpredictable. Sometimes she is really afraid. If she doesn't come back one day, she What about parents.Kleist once selfishly asked her parents to have another child to divert their emotions, but was rejected by the Coburgs.For them, Kleist is irreplaceable.

Esther Coburg gently stroked Kleist's long hair. She knew that Kleist hadn't told them the most important part. She also noticed that her daughter was wearing gloves that were longer than before, but she They didn't ask, and there was nothing they could do about what had happened in the past, but as long as Kleist spoke, the Coburgs had never let her down.

Hans Coberg has been very silent, and it can be said that he is depressed.He's an out-of-the-box guy, and Kleist is a lot like him in being rowdy.In the dim light, no one noticed his red eye sockets from distress.He didn't care how old Kleist was in the other world. He only knew that his daughter was only 15 years old. His daughter had experienced too many trials and tribulations, which made him feel distressed as a father.

Kleist knew her parents' feelings, and she didn't want to continue this topic to worry her parents, so she asked, "Is grandpa free these two days?"

"What's wrong? Are you looking for him?"

"Well, I have an idea. Some time ago, Uncle Buck almost had an accident, do you know?"

Estecoburg put down his teacup and stirred slowly, "Of course, otherwise I wouldn't have Van Dillen biting people like a mad dog!"

"In my vision, there can be black magic in the wizarding world, but there can't be dark wizards." Kleist looked at his parents with firm eyes.

Hans Coberg reacted quickly, and he asked in surprise, "You mean you make the rules, don't you?"

Kleist relaxed his body, leaned on his mother's shoulder and said with a coquettish smile, "Isn't it possible?"

"It's a hard thing to do." And it's dangerous.

"Well, maybe it's hard to say in other places, but in the wizarding world, they believe in power more, as long as I'm strong enough. I'll be an adult in two years in the wizarding world, and I can start preparing."

Ester Coburg mused: "We need to plan carefully for this matter." She hoped that her daughter would achieve something, and all of Kleist's thoughts were in another world. If the magic world could make her a little more stable, it wouldn't be a bad idea. bad thing.

Hans Coburg went on to say: "It's not enough to rely on you and your group of children. No matter how powerful your magic is, as long as you are children, you will easily become pawns in the hands of others. You need someone to guide you."

Kleist smiled confidently, "I already have someone selected, I think he will be willing to help me."

"Since you've made up your mind, let's go find father now."

Hans Coberg looked out the window, somewhat disapproving, "It's already very late."

Estecoburg waved his hand indifferently, "Just go over to have dinner, let's go!"

In the main house of the Cadiz family, the family gathered in Bishop Cadiz's study after dinner in a harmonious and friendly atmosphere, chatting slowly while drinking tea and snacks for digestion.

The Coburgs succinctly told Bishop Cadiz about what happened to Kleist recently, and brought up Kleist's idea of ​​making a difference in the wizarding world. They wanted to hear from the old bishop Views.

Bishop Cadiz looked at Kleist and thought for a long time. The three children he adopted had their own characteristics and had already been finalized. Only this little granddaughter had an experience, background, and abilities that ordinary people did not have.Although she doesn't show her talents in the Holy See, it's okay if she is in the wizarding world. As long as she operates well, she can balance the power of the three parties. The Holy See, wizards, and the British government may have already been doomed.The old bishop smiled, "Since our little baby wishes, then we will definitely help you achieve it."

Kleist also showed a kind smile to the smiling grandfather, "Thank you for your support, grandfather."

Arrangements were made here, and Kleist spent a pleasant and short vacation with his family again.

After saying goodbye to his family, Kleist did not return to Hogwarts, but went directly to Nurmengard to find Getler Greenwald.

When Kleist pushed the door and entered, Getler Greenwald was sitting at the desk with his head bowed and writing something seriously. Without even raising his head, he said, "Miss Coburg, is it necessary to knock before entering?" The most basic etiquette."

Kleist casually sat down at the desk, knocked on the armrest and ordered a glass of juice, casually as if in his own dormitory, Getler Greenwald saw this and was too lazy to comment.After drinking the fruit juice, Kleist smiled and said, "You have nothing here, and you still knock on the door, it seems that we are so divided!"

"It's better to divide the birth!"

Kleist looked at Getler Greenwald, who was looking down and focused, and suddenly said in the intimate tone of a girl acting like a baby: "Sir, you actually like me very much, don't you?"

"I've never seen such a narcissist like you, little girl, you're so self-righteous."

"Sir, if you say that, I'm leaving." Kleist pouted unhappily, confident.

Getler Greenwald was so annoyed by Kleist that he didn't want to study. He stopped writing and stared at Kleist, "Tell me, what are you doing here in the morning? Are you on vacation?"

Kleist smiled and said, "Sir, I can come even if I don't have a holiday! By the way, this is for you." After speaking, Kleist took out a small wooden box from his space bag and put it on the desk , smiled and continued: "Thank you for the gem before. I think it would be insincere for me to give you the gem with your wealth. This is the unique tobacco in the world. You can try it. Oh, of course you must use this .”

Getler Greenwald frowned and took a slender black wooden pipe from Kleist. After examining it carefully, he took off his glasses and threw it on the table. "It's another special product." The unknown wood has a unique fragrance, simple shape but exquisite workmanship, and the details are well handled, it is a good thing.Getler Greenwald pointed to the special mark on the pipe and asked, "What is this?"

Kleist looked at the mark and sighed secretly, forgetting that those dwarfs like to leave marks on the things they made, pretending to be innocent and said: "It's just a craftsman's mark, sir, try it." Kleist actually has one too. A slender pipe, but hers was silver and smaller and more delicate.

Getler Greenwald squinted at Kleist, and reluctantly opened the wooden box. It was a box of shredded tobacco, and he could already smell its unique, fragrant and wonderful breath before getting close to it without breathing hard.Unlike before, Getler Greenwald couldn't wait to stuff the shredded tobacco into the pipe, ready to light it.

Kleist stopped, "Sir, use this."

Getler Greenwald stopped, glanced at the thing Lester handed over, it was a stone tinder box, it seemed to match this pipe, he frowned and said nothing, took it Immediately, I took a deep breath.

The same was true for Kleist, both of them sat casually on their chairs, puffing and enjoying themselves.

As we all know, dwarves like to smoke a few puffs, and the little wizards who are close to them all have pipes and tobacco as gifts from them.Dwarf's tobacco is really good, with a sweet taste and full stamina, the key is that it is not addictive.The little wizards will smoke twice if they have nothing to do.Of course, they never smoked in front of elves. If Thranduil saw them, the consequences would be unimaginable.

After a pipe of tobacco was burned out, Getler Greenwald asked Kleist with a relaxed expression in the cloud created by the two, "Tell me, what do you want from me?"

Kleist cleaned his pipe and said with a smile, "What do you think I will do to you?"

Getler Greenwald sneered: "I can't figure out your colorful stomach!"

"Sir, do you want me to call you if I have something to do?"