After the twins paid a sickle, the sixth child took the red apple again.
"Kachi~"
Ron took a bite without hesitation. Although the two brothers were a bit bastards, they would not use anything with serious side effects to harm their younger brother. As a family, they still have this trust.
Then, the boy fell to the ground.
"Yeah~"
The two high-fived and cheered, verifying that stepmother's poison apple was a great success!
They checked their brother's condition again and found that he was breathing steadily but had fallen asleep. The twins were completely relieved.
However, looking at Liu's baby who rarely fell asleep without snoring, they had to face another problem——
Hmm, hmm, where can I find a "prince" to kiss Ron awake?
……
This year, Aini did not spend Christmas Eve in the tree house, but borrowed the Little Dragon Valley in Nobetta. The venue is big enough to accommodate a group of friends.
In the empty valley, a group of blue-skinned elves are flying up and down. You can see Ani almost every day. The little guys don't turn into many pendants when they come to him like before.
Although they still hang around him most of the time, they will fly elsewhere to play from time to time. A few bold ones even run to help Norbeta clean his scales, and some dive into Lu Wei's thick soft fur to avoid the winter.
Howling wind.
They have been hanging out together for a long time, and the bloodline suppression that used to make them tremble is now just normal.
The cat sat happily on its owner's lap, enjoying the love and feeding. It glanced at Aini from time to time, and when he saw that he wasn't paying attention, he secretly licked up the residue that fell on his robe.
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Lulu, who had recently been busy traveling between Scotland and Zurich, also rushed back. At this time, she was wrapped around Aini's left arm greedily, lazily not wanting to move.
However, Fox was not tired of being here with Aini. After kissing Sylvie intimately, he started to eat various spiritual essences in the tray.
The forest elves who can easily produce large amounts of rare materials have a higher status in Phoenix's heart, and are currently second only to Aini.
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"Cheers."
Aini raised his glass and touched the "barrel" in Hagrid's hand, and drank all the wine inside.
"This wine is good. Is it a new product from Three Broomsticks?"
The big man smacked his mouth. This deep-colored beer tasted unexpectedly refreshing. It was a taste he had never tasted before.
"Talansberg Stout, Lulu brought it back from Capet."
Ani looked through the more than 30 large barrels in his pocket. Wine was indispensable to him. Since Hagrid liked it, he could leave it to him for a while.
"No wonder, it really tastes different from what we have here."
Hagrid picked up the wine barrel next to him and refilled himself a glass, then started drinking it furiously.
"What, are you in trouble?"
Seeing the big man's worried look, Aini couldn't help but ask.
"There have been several conflicts between the Acromantula and the centaurs recently. Firenze said that the Acromantula attacked their young, but Aragog said it was not him."
Hagrid refilled himself a glass. The centaurs in the Forbidden Forest were usually quite peaceful. The shaman had also taught him the art of planting. It was hard to ignore them when something happened, but Aragog...
"Wake up, Hagrid. We all know the nature of the Acromantula. Aragog may not have done anything, but what about its descendants? Those chaotic guys don't care who the meat in their mouths grew on before." Ani patted Hagrid on the back. He didn't believe that Hagrid didn't understand the implication of Aragog's words. People with wizard talents are not fools.
"I know, Aini, I know. But what can I do? I raised Aragog since he was a child, before he hatched."
Hagrid's tone was full of helplessness. He knew what the Acromantula had done, but decades of companionship had made him regard Aragog as a relative.
Every time the Acromantula made a mess in the Forbidden Forest, Hagrid used the excuse that they had not threatened the wizards yet, but now Aragog's tribe has begun to attack intelligent creatures. Once...
"Hagrid, let me go for you. If you leave it alone, something big will happen sooner or later. Don't worry, Aragog will be fine."
Looking at the entangled big man Aini, his heart suddenly moved. For his plan, the Acromantula tribe seems to be a good puzzle piece.
"Perhaps you are right, my friend."
Depressed, Hagrid simply slapped open the wine barrel, picked it up and drank a lot. The overflowing wine wet his face, and the shiny liquid dripped from his beard. He didn't know if it was mixed with other things.<
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Seeing this, Ani changed the subject, and soon the straight-tempered mixed-race giant became happy again.
While the two were drinking, a big furry dog quietly stretched out its paws and stepped on the tail of a brown mouse, trying to show off the guy who had just provoked it with a certain dragon.
"Squeak~"
"Roar~"
"Wow~"
So halfway through drinking, Aini and Hagrid had to rush over and separate the three little dogs that were fighting together. Then, one by one, they sat the three-headed dog and the Norwegian Ridgeback under their butts as cushions.
, the scene returned to calm.
Just looking at Lu Wei's expression of contentment under Aini, it feels like a conspiracy has succeeded.
After Christmas Eve, it’s Christmas. So far, Aini has been too lazy to complain about the messy relationship between wizards and the church. After all, it is just a dispute within the group. For future generations, it can be just a fun thing to watch.
Because a well-known and unknown professor chose to stay at the school, there are far fewer little wizards spending Christmas at Hogwarts this year than before, which makes the row of red hair in the auditorium even more conspicuous.
"Percy, aren't you going home for Christmas?"
Sitting at the empty long table, Hermione asked a little strangely. She remembered that these people were there last Christmas, and there was an extra Ginny this year.
"Well, Mom won't let us go home for Christmas ever since Fred and George offended Aunt Muriel."
Percy subconsciously tugged on the robe on his back. He had just been poured a lot of snow outside, and even though he had used magic to clean it up, he still felt something cold and slippery moving around there.
"Oh, damn, George, I'm going to write and tell mom!"
Under the signal from the girl's eyes, Percy turned around and caught George who was playing a prank. While roaring, he pulled out the hem of his sweater and shook out the chocolate frog that had begun to melt.
"No, you admitted it wrong, I am Fred."
One-half of the twins activated their talents mischievously, but unfortunately, his brother rushed out at this time.
"Damn it, George, you framed me."
The real Fred grabbed George's neck and shook him back and forth viciously.
Percy quietly watched the two brothers' boring tricks from the sidelines. He had seen this trick so many times that he couldn't escape punishment even if he wanted to cheat.
He was determined and silently watched the twins' farce until George's face turned red and he stuck out his tongue...
"Hey, stop quickly, I forgive you, hurry up..."
Just when he rushed forward to pull them apart, Fred suddenly let go of his hand.
"Keep your word."
The twins ran forward laughing and jokingly, but suddenly stopped when they were about to walk around the long table.