Hermione held the wolf cub in her arms and walked for more than ten minutes, finally arriving in front of a well-decorated three-story building.
The small building is extremely exquisitely decorated, with white walls and blue tiles, in a standard European style. There is a small garden outside the villa, with several fruit trees planted in it. Spotless floor-to-ceiling windows, neatly trimmed fences, and clean and tidy exterior walls
...It is not difficult to see from various details that the owner of the house is an extremely decent person.
She walked to the cast iron door of the house, entered the password very skillfully, opened the door, and then walked in with the wolf cub in her arms.
It wasn't until the door creaked shut that the wolf cub poked its head out of Hermione's arms. Its body had been trembling, and even after entering the yard, it continued to tremble instinctively.
The wolf cub is scared.
As the most prosperous metropolis in the UK, the sounds of London are too noisy, and the various smells are too numerous to count. The smells smelled in just ten minutes' journey are more complex than the smells wolf pups have smelled since they were born.
.This experience almost scared the wolf cub to the point of stress.
Hermione, who was holding the wolf pup, noticed something strange about it, but she had no choice but to speed up and try to get home sooner.
She hugged the wolf cub tightly and kept comforting it softly: We will be home soon.
The wolf cub chose to bury his head in Hermione's arms, letting her breath cover up the smell of the outside world and her heartbeat drown out the noisy sounds.
This operation was very effective, and soon the wolf cub's nose was filled with Hermione's delicious scent, which made it less nervous.
After returning to her yard, Hermione bent down and tried to put down the wolf pup, but the wolf pup's claws were tightly hooked on her coat, like cockleburs hanging on a wild animal, and she couldn't pull it off at all.
Looking at the appearance of the wolf cub, a feeling of guilt came to Hermione's mind. She had never considered how much of a psychological impact the strange and noisy environment would have on the wolf cub. Fortunately, the wolf cub was a relatively adaptable wolf. If it had been a cat,
Zai, may have died on the spot due to severe stress reaction.
"Be good~" She gently patted the wolf cub's back to relax it, "We are home, it is very safe here, you don't have to worry~"
Under Hermione's comfort, the wolf cub gradually calmed down. It released its paws and hit Hermione's garden with a thud.
The first time it landed, the wolf cub began to look around at its surroundings. This was its future lair, provided the owner here was willing to accept it.
Thinking of this, the wolf cub became anxious again: What should it do if the leader of this group does not want to accept it? Where else can it go? The little girl said that she could accept it, but she is just a cub, a cub.
Do you really have a say?
The worst case scenario is to continue wandering. It shouldn't be difficult to survive here. The wolf cub is prepared for the worst.
The garden is not big, and there is a cobblestone path at the entrance. The lawn beside the path is dotted with some small flowers that the wolf cubs cannot name. Next to the house, there are several fruit trees, with ripe fruits hanging on the branches, exuding a burst of fragrance.
The wolf cub had a full view of the garden and became familiar with the smell.
While the wolf cub was observing the environment, Hermione had already entered the mansion.
"Come in quickly -" After entering the house, Hermione called the wolf cub to come in while changing her clothes.
She first hung her schoolbag and coat on the hanger, then held the heel of her leather shoes and took off her black student shoes with a gentle tug, revealing her white fairy socks.
"Huh..." After getting rid of the constraints of the shoes, Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, flexed her somewhat stiff toes, then hid the shoes in the shoe cabinet and covered the cover tightly.
After doing this, Hermione found that the wolf cub had quietly walked into the room and squatted on the floor behind her without saying a word, looking reserved.
Hermione subconsciously pushed the cover of the shoe cabinet, trying to close it tighter. She knew that dogs have a very sensitive sense of smell, and wolves were probably no exception.
Her expression was a little unnatural.
"Are you hungry? Just tell me what you want to eat." Hermione took the initiative to stir up the topic and took the opportunity to move into the kitchen.
"Meat!" When it comes to eating, wolf cubs are not polite. Although they just ate some dried fish, adult wolves can eat food equivalent to one-fifth of their body weight in one sitting. Although the wolf cubs are still young,
I have inherited this huge appetite, so I can continue to cook.
"No problem." Hermione opened the refrigerator and took out a large piece of steak.
"Do you have a name? I can't keep calling you Wolf, right?" Hermione suddenly realized this problem when she was taking the meat - the wolf pup still doesn't have a name.
The wolf cub was stunned for a moment and shook his head, "I don't have a name."
"Then let me get one for you?"
"Okay!" The wolf cub liked Hermione and it would be a good idea to listen to her advice.
"What about Wolf?" Hermione thought for a while and then said a name that greatly disappointed the wolf cub.
"Wolf?" The wolf cub shook his head like a rattle, "This is too casual! How can anyone be directly named Wolf? You are a girl, so is your name a girl?!"
Hermione lowered her head in embarrassment, "My name is Hermione, which is derived from the name of Hermes in mythology.
Hermes is the god of commerce, travelers, thieves and livestock in ancient Greek mythology. He is also the messenger of the gods and one of the twelve main gods of Olympus. He is the messenger and messenger of Zeus, and is also known as
Considered the patron saint of travelers and merchants, as well as the god of eloquence.
Choosing such a name shows the Grangers' expectations for Hermione.
"That's right! You see your name is so nice, shouldn't my name also be more powerful?"
Hermione's eyes rolled around, and a word came to her lips.
"How about Lovell?" She threw out another name. Hermione was a little careful. The name came from Old French and sounded very elegant, but the actual meaning was still "wolf", not only a wolf, but also a wolf.
"Young Wolf".
[Young Wolf] really matches the little wolf cub in front of him.
But how can a wolf cub who has never read a book recognize it? It also thinks the name is quite nice.
When naming a wolf, the first name that came to Hermione's mind was actually "Luna". After all, wolves are always associated with the moon. Isn't it normal to name a moon god? Unfortunately, Hermione just read it.
The wolf cub was a male and the name Luna was not suitable, so Lovell was chosen.
"Okay, then let me call you Lovell!" the wolf cub said happily. From today on, it has a name!