HP Hey!This is your fat times!

In some respects, Nana's nerves can be said to be very narrow.

After the initial nervousness and fear, when she heard that her father was coming to pick her up, she accidentally over-relaxed as soon as she relaxed, and fell asleep on the sofa. ORZ

Mr. Shafik, who hurried to Godric's Hollow, and Mrs. Shafik, who was wiping tears along the way, looked at each other, and began to reflect on the issue of family education in their hearts.

Mrs. Shafik knelt on one knee in front of the sofa, with tears in her eyes, gently stroking her daughter's face, until her fingers touched the soft skin, she was completely relieved.

Mr. Safik stood upright, stretching out his hand to say hello to Dumbledore.To be honest, after the conversation in the principal's office, he had a hunch that sooner or later their family would have to stand in line, but he didn't expect this day to come so soon.

It is impossible to join an MLM organization, and it is impossible in this life.He even felt a little sympathetic to those old classmates in his heart, and chose a person who cut his own soul at will to be his leader.

……

The gypsy girl lying in the middle of the water in the red light all over the sky and the green light flying towards the young lady, no, no, she knocked Yaxley's wand flying.

Nana woke up suddenly, and found that she was already lying on the big bed in the bedroom, and her whole body was trapped under the quilt.She took a deep breath of the familiar smell of mite corpses, rubbed the soft pillow, and finally woke up.

Ignoring the current image, she wore a long white nightgown and ran down the stairs barefoot. She saw her parents who were eating at the dining table. Tears burst out of her eyes after holding back for a long time, and she threw herself into Mrs. Shafik's arms , howling. "Mom, mom, uh," she hiccupped loudly, sniffed her nose and continued to cry, "others—what happened to the others, Schmidt, Mr. Fat, uh, and ——And the beautiful young lady, what happened to them, oh, a lot of people died."

Mrs. Shafik took her daughter into her arms, patted her on the back with distress, helped her to brush her hair from time to time, didn't take out her handkerchief, and directly wiped her tears with her hands, then her nose, and then her tears.

"Uh, mom, Chiliu, you wiped my snot, Chiliu, my eyes are covered." Nana wiped the snot from her eyes in distaste, and she became more aggrieved and cried harder.

"Nana, calm down, Nana, listen to me," Mr. Shafik walked over and hugged the mother and daughter, "They are all fine, you did a good job, you saved Miss Caroline, in fact, she It's fine now, I can eat a hippogriff," he took half a step back, stretching out his hands tightly bound by his suit and making exaggerated gestures in the air.Nana was amused by her father's rare funny appearance, and buried herself in her mother's arms without making a sound.

"We can, I mean, if you want, we can invite Miss Caroline to come to our house to spend Christmas Eve together." Mr. Shafik took out a handkerchief and wiped his forehead under Mrs. Shafik's smiling eyes sweating on the

"What about Schmidt and Mr. Fatty?" Nana asked sullenly.

The child has grown up, it is not easy to lie.

The room fell silent instantly, filled with a gloomy atmosphere, Shafiq and his wife couldn't make it up for a while, they hesitated, and finally Mr. Shafiq decided to tell the truth.He knocked on the wooden table twice and said in a hoarse voice, "Unfortunately..."

"I don't want to invite her to my house." Nana curled herself up and curled up in Mrs. Shafik's arms, whispering.

She wondered inevitably if Mr. Schmidt could have escaped safely if the Portkey hadn't been given to her.

"Oh, yes, yes." Mr. Shafik looked at Mrs. Shafik begging for help, and the wife shook her head, concentrating on thinking about the floating spell, and went upstairs with her daughter in her arms.

After the secret conversation between mother and daughter, Nana's mood calmed down a lot, and she began to turn her attention to preparing a birthday present for Sif.

Many people are like this. When they encounter something that cannot be solved, they bury their heads in the ground, trying to pretend that it never happened.

But in the evening she began to repeat the dance again, and the cups and chips were exchanged and disappeared in an instant.

With dark circles under her eyes and a pale face, Nana came to her father's study without telling her mother who was always worried. "Daddy, can I go to their graveyard?"

"Huh? No, no, dear, you misunderstood." Mr. Safik looked at Nana in astonishment, and laughed, "Schmidt lost his right leg, Bernard lost his left eye, cough, They are enjoying the fresh air on the sixth floor in Toulouse (private establishment, Saint-Mungo, France)!"

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