Harry Potter: The Dragon That Sleeps

After changing into his pajamas, Jody slowly took the book he had been reading from his voice items in his hand.

Then he followed the servant to the guest room.

At this time, the guest room in front of Jody was more spacious than expected. The door connecting the balcony faced the garden, and the whole room was filled with a faint fragrance of flowers.

Or is it not a shen'me room at all?

Jody was confused.

Judging from the rough decorations in the room and the full set of armor standing next to the dressing table, perhaps this is the residence of a certain descendant of the Frank family?

Jody seemed to throw his wand on the table casually, and she was still holding the magic book in her hand, but she didn't look like she was planning to read a book. It seemed that he was more interested in the scenery outside the window.

The luminous elves in the garden shuttle between the flowers.

"... Then we'll leave first." Delis, the maid who asked the back end, politely stepped down.

Jody was a little confused. Judging from the previous conversation about taking a shower, he thought that a slut would be sent to serve the bed, so he was looking forward to it.

Or, what other programs will be there tonight?

Jodi was a little more alert.

The old magic book is next to him, and the writing is changed to the cover of the novel by constant transformation magic. Jody also fashionablely chose Lockhart's best-selling book as the cover. In recent understanding, Jody was surprised.

Not only did this guy not beat everyone in the collapsed scam, but his reputation had gone to a higher level.

Speaking of the development of the Book of Prophecy, Dumbledore should have asked him to teach at Hogwarts this summer. I don’t know if this prophecy will change because of the further development of Lockhart’s reputation.

A wizard, a wizard who may face danger at any time, and a young wizard who is immature but has already put on a halo of misnames, he doesn't even pay attention to keeping his wand at his hands?

Either he has enough confidence or is just a simple young man.

It is easy for bystanders to classify Jody's behavior as the latter. Because they really can't figure out how confident he should be to confirm that he is safe in the face of a giant like the Frank family?

Letting this child suffer a little loss can be considered as helping him.

"Mr. Door, Mr. Hawke went to the room where the guest was. Do you want to stop him?" The maid who was still serving Jody just now had arrived at the old butler Door from her tone.

It seems that this Hawk is not a simple character.

"Of course, that room is the eldest lady's bedroom... After the eldest lady's husband passed away, Hawke cared about this sister who brought him up. Since the eldest lady moved back, the child always thought that the Norte family was not treating her.

OK, I've been making a lot of noise about this for a long time."

"...Wouldn't the lady be upset like this?"

"Ha~ Is that girl? Just her bandit-like personality, do you think she will care?"

The eldest lady didn't care or not, but Hog Frank was already angry anyway.

When someone broke into the door, Jody was sitting on the railings of the balcony and enjoying the scenery in the courtyard.

Part of his divided spiritual consciousness was eroding the soul fragments parked in the Nightmare Crystal, and part of him was alert to the surroundings. The remaining side was infectious for infecting magical creatures and thinking that if he really wanted to build Brandy Manor to live, perhaps his own yard

There must also be some magical plants that are close to the elves.

Someone who approached Jody certainly knew that he did not use the gravity spell to control the area. After all, the influence of the exposing magic in such places was not good, and it seemed to be tense.

However, the sound of footsteps from far to near outside was not covered at all, and it was stomping over.

After all, the threat came.

Jody was a little indifferent. He kept his legs on the railing, and his other suspended foot swayed leisurely waiting for the unlucky guy who came to touch his bad head to enter the door.

How quickly Jody's mental reaction was, the moment the door opened, Jody saw clearly what the other party looked like.

His naturally curly hair is the same color as Eddie, and his freckles crawled on his face made him look childish, but judging from his height and body shape, he should be at least in his twenties.

The luxurious clothes and the magic rings on the hand holding the magic wand all show the special identity of the child.

But so what?

"Dirty low-skinned person! Get out of my sister's room!"

Jody observed very carefully, but she couldn't see the scene before the door was opened. When the young man roared and rushed in, the other party's spell casting was almost completed.

Jody only saw the last posture of the wand shaking and captured the second half of that spell.

But that's enough.

Jody raised her hand and relaxed with her index fingers. The white and wide nightgown sleeves slid from her wrist to reveal her elbows.

This seemingly unprepared appearance looks weak and vulnerable.

But Jody just shook her finger.

The oncoming spell was pulled by an invisible force from a distance between Jodi and moved nearly one meter away, flying past Jodi and shooting into the yard.

Only the whiskey bottle placed on the windowsill fell backwards by the magic wind. In the rotation, amber wine slurry flowed out of the bottle mouth and floated into a round liquid mass.

Judging from the posture, the other party should be trying to bombard himself from the balcony out of this room?

In shock and anger, Hawke did not care whether this shot was missed or was rewritten by a stronger magic power.

He waved his wand again.

How could Jody tolerate his second wand waving and offend himself with a ridiculous casting?

"…he really only cares about getting the novel book in hand? Or is it a rude novel that is unnutritious by Lockhart?"

Lockhart's book is a bad toy in the eyes of people like the old housekeeper, and it is normal to be belittled. Delis warned herself not to have emotions because of offending her idol and answered at the same time.

"Yes, I had already held his wand in my hand at that time, and he didn't say anything."

"Well, I understand." Doer made a judgment in his heart, but he relaxed his vigilance, and for a moment he felt absurd about his previous speculations with the master.

Indeed, it would be too exaggerated if a second-year student could really subdue Auror and kill the killer alone.

Something must have happened, or it was all the Malfoy family deliberately spreading rumors.

"Mr. Doer, don't I have to rush over now?" Delis asked tentatively.

Dore shook his head slowly, "No, that person doesn't even have a magic wand at hand. Hawk knows the right way, just go slower and comfort Hawk."

"yes."