HP Hey!This is your fat times!

"Lost right leg?" What happened, did it blow up?

"Yes, but it will be picked up soon." Mr. Shafiq rubbed her head, "Do you want to visit them?"

"Yeah!" She patted her old father's hand away, covered her head and nodded vigorously, "Dad, why—why did they suddenly start fighting? Did Grandpa and the others know about it?"

"It was an accident." Mr. Shafik walked to the window and looked at the flowers and plants outside the window, full of life. "There is a werewolf—the things you know are always hiding in the dark, trying to let others fall into the same place as them." Same situation." He pushed open the window, lit a cigarette, leaned his back against the sill, crossed his legs, "the Aurors followed it into that dance, obviously, some people misunderstood it, and then you saw it It’s gone.” He puffed out the cigarette, tapped his index finger twice, and the ashes fell and revealed a scarlet flame, “You don’t have to worry about anything in school, the cubs can’t make any waves. But stay away from them after graduation, One or two people who are not clear-headed, ah, except for the Malfoy family, they will never let themselves suffer."

"Is it okay if I tell Dumbledore everything?"

"Didn't you guess?"

"Oh." Nana curled her lips, and after a while she put on a cute face again, "Dad, Schmidt saved me! I remember you have a small bottle of Felicia, right?"

Mr. Shafiq: ...I think my Felicity Elixir can save me a little bit!

"Your grandfather gave him a lot of good things. Nana, if you want to thank Schmidt, you should..."

"Dad~" Nana interrupted her father's flickering, coquettishly.

"In the drawer, take it yourself, and you can leave after you finish." Mr. Shafiq turned to the window again, and took a deep breath of the cigarette.

Raising cubs is hard. TOT

Nana ran back to her room with the Felicity Elixir in her hands, her whole body in a tizzy.She hugged Sissy the fat pig, found beautiful boxes, ribbons and wrapping paper, and started to make crafts.

I always feel like something is missing.

And her little tail!

"Mom, where's Bud?" She threw down the untied gift, ran to the window and called to Mrs. Shafik who was in the garden.

The mother and daughter looked at each other silently, and went back to the room silently to change their clothes for going out.Nana found a bag, carried the gift she robbed on her back, and followed her parents on the car to Paris again.

Everything is better than Paris.

She no longer had the cheering feeling she had when she went out to play a week ago.She sat between her parents, with her head down all the time, silent. The closer she was to Paris, the heavier her heart was. The haze of death had not yet left her, and the smell of blood was still lingering on the tip of her nose.

Mrs. Shafik raised her hand, saw her husband shook his head at her, and put it down again.

As soon as they entered the living room, they saw Bud, who had been forgotten for several days, sitting alone in front of the fireplace and fiddled with the wood sullenly.Mrs. Shafik walked up to him apologetically and hugged him, "I'm sorry, baby, did you miss us?"

"Humph!"

"Can I buy you a new pair of Crackling Explosion cards?" Nana joined the army of coaxing the cubs.

"No! I'm angry!"

"One more owl," Bud opened his mouth, "no more requests." Mr. Shafik made a final decision.

Bude curled his lips and didn't speak any more. He sat back in front of the fireplace and fiddled with the wood.Several adults looked at each other, and Shafiq and his wife looked at their eldest daughter Nana together.

Nana: ...

She walked up to her younger brother, leaning on his small shoulders, with the smell of milk on her body, tears fell out unconsciously.

Bude wiped his sister's tears in a hurry, "What's the matter? Don't cry! I haven't cried yet, and you left me for so many days all of a sudden." The two irresponsible parents were in Bude's broken thoughts. He left lightly.

...

Schmidt, who was ordered not to get out of bed for a week, fiddled with a small bottle of Felicia in every possible way.The sunlight shone through the crystal bottle, and an old gentleman appeared beside his bed. He raised the head of the bed and stretched out his hand, "I didn't expect you to come."

"Isn't it what many people look forward to seeing a righteous warrior?"

Schmidt smiled, not taking the old man's words seriously.

"From the little girl?"

"Well, a great gift!" He put away the Felicity Elixir, straightened his face, and started to get down to business.They discussed it all afternoon, and both of them looked a little tired. "Everything will pass, right?" he pleaded.

"Everything will pass."

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Seaver's birthday is January [-]th, just in time for the Christmas holidays.

In the third grade, Nana gave him a bottle of shampoo.

In the fourth grade, Nana gave him a bottle of hairdressing potion.

When she was in fifth grade, Nana was in a tangle—it's better not to mess with him!She ruined Grandpa's study, and finally copied a bunch of books about Defense Against the Dark Arts for him with an automatic writing pen.