Lovell naturally had no idea how much emotion his unintentional act had aroused in Dumbledore. Now all his thoughts were on flying back to London with Phoenix Fawkes.
The feeling of flying with the phoenix is very special. When he came into contact with the phoenix, a strange sense of relaxation quickly passed through Lovell's body, making him feel warm, like lying on an electric heater in winter.
blanket on the bed.
When Fox was flying, Lovell did not feel that it was very fast, but not long after, Fox carried Lovell to the outskirts of London. When it landed on the ground, the cold wind of late December passed over it.
The hair, even through a layer of fur, still gave Lovell a chill.
It involuntarily moved closer to Fox, hoping to get a little warmer. Fox, the phoenix, is like a stove. You can feel warmth when you get close to it. It is like a little walking sun.
Fox took Lovell and flew to the top of the attic of a villa. It hovered about three feet above the roof, and then released its claws.
Boom!
The wolf cub was just thrown onto the roof.
"That should be the destination, right?" Before Lovell could stand up to protest, Fox slowly landed next to it, looking in one direction and asked.
There is a two-story small western-style building there, which is Hermione's home.
"It's broken!" Lovell rolled over. After standing up from the roof, he always felt that he had forgotten something. He thought about it carefully, and then realized that he had left behind Dumbledore the Christmas gift for Hermione.
in the office!
Fox just left in a hurry, grabbed the wolf cub and took off, leaving the book on the floor of the office.
"Ahhh!" The wolf cub covered his head and lay on the roof, his expression of pain palpable.
"Are you okay? The height just now was not high..." Fox was slightly panicked. He thought the wolf cub had hit his head when he was thrown down.
"My tears can heal all kinds of injuries, just wait a minute-"
"I'm fine, I just remembered that I left the Christmas gift I prepared for Hermione in the bad old man's office!" Lovell interrupted Fox who was brewing emotions.
Fox:…
"So that's it, I thought something was wrong." Fox rolled his eyes: This wolf cub was really surprised.
"Fox, can you please go back to school and bring me that book? Please help Lovell!" Lovell thought of a good idea, but he just wanted to trouble Fox to fly another one.
back and forth.
Hearing this, the feathers on Fox's forehead stood up.
"Impossible!" Fox rejected Lovell's request. "The reason why I can come to see you off is because Albus has been begging me for a long time on his knees, so don't take any chances with me.
Am I an owl?!"
Although Fox's words are exaggerated, it is true that only Dumbledore, who has been with it for a long time, can ask it to do something. A proud creature like Phoenix will never deliver express, and Lovell is still too young.
.
But it also pointed out a clear path for Lovell: Phoenix is not willing to deliver express, but there are plenty of birds in Hogwarts who are willing to deliver express!
Lovell immediately understood what Fox meant. She grinned sheepishly and asked Fox to tell Dumbledore that she must deliver the gift early on Christmas morning.
"Okay, okay." Fox waved his wings impatiently. This kind of request is a routine operation at Hogwarts. Those students who choose to stay in school will wake up early on Christmas Day when they receive Christmas gift packages.
Stacked at the foot of the bed. Since Lovell wants to deliver the gifts to Granger's house on Christmas morning, the school can just send extra gifts to the students when delivering them. It doesn't take much trouble, and he is responsible for delivering them anyway.
It was the house elves who gave the gift.
After receiving Fox's assurance, Lovell became happy again.
…
Miss Hermione Granger had a holiday, but she didn't feel the joy of the holiday. Instead, she felt restless day by day.
There was no other reason, it was all the fault of the little milk wolf: Lovell said he would come back during the holidays, but it had been a week since the holidays, and there was still no movement from the wolf cub.
Hermione was so bored that every day when she heard the sound of the door opening, she would run down excitedly, and then return disappointed. After going back and forth, she felt a little tired.
Maybe it won't come back. The magical world is so interesting, isn't it better than her life in a backwater?
Hermione was a little tired, so she lay down directly on the bed, took a husky doll from beside the pillow, held it in her hand and played with it. She even wanted to get a husky to relieve her inner longing, but she just considered a husky doll.
Lai Erha has always been known as a clumsy person, and when Lovell came back, it might trigger a war, so she gave up the idea.
Hermione kneaded the stuffed dog's head in her hands and became more and more angry as she looked at it. Finally, she threw it to the foot of the bed and stepped on it hard.
She scolded as she stepped on it: "Bad thing, bad thing! A puppy that doesn't keep its word!"
At this time, the doorbell rang again from downstairs.
Hermione heard the bell, and she couldn't help but think: Is Lovell coming? If he comes, should she go down to greet him? Thinking of this, Hermione's heart was touched, and she felt that she should do something, and then
She turned over in bed.
She is tired.
After being disappointed countless times, it was difficult for Hermione to convince herself to get up from her comfortable bed and run downstairs to receive another blow.
It's nothing more than a visiting customer or a door-to-door salesman, Hermione thought.
But Mrs. Granger's voice penetrated the floor and floated into Hermione's ears.
"Jesus, it's Lovell!"
Before Mrs. Granger could call her daughter's name, Hermione jumped up from the bed and rushed out of the bedroom.
With a sound of kicking, Hermione ran down the stairs. As soon as she ran to the door of the living room, she saw a silver shadow.
The next second, a heavy meat dumpling rushed into her arms.
Lovell is back!
Looking at the wolf cub charging towards her, Hermione was extremely excited, but Lovell was even more excited than she was. It pushed hard into Hermione's arms, rubbed her neck with its little head, and tried every means to get rid of itself.
Her body smell rubbed off on Hermione.
It misses Hermione so much!
The fine velvet thorns on the wolf cub tickled Hermione's sensitive skin, making her couldn't help but laugh: "Lovell, you! Wait a minute - be good! You can't do it there!"
Only this time the wolf cub did not obey the order and showed no signs of stopping.