Harry Potter’s School of Invincibility

Exclamations sounded in the room, and the Harris stood up one after another—but they didn't check the condition of the little boy's corpse for the first time, but directly used a cleanup to clean up the splashed soup and dishes on his body.

Only Daisy yelled angrily, but she didn't care about it a little bit, and Jiu walked forward quickly, ignoring the stains and directly hugged the boy's body in her arms.

"Wednesday!" She yelled at the head with two big braids that appeared upstairs, and then turned her head to yell at Ellen's clone wearing a dark blue magic robe viciously, "Allen, go upstairs and grab Wednesday, let She sees what good things she did to Thursday! Only electrocuted him in the morning and came again!"

"The vegetables are all sprinkled on the ground and there is no way to eat it. How many times have it been, and it can't go on like this... Mother, you have to discipline them... These two are too naughty, and Daisy and I have experience with children. I can’t care about them..." Albert's bushy brows were tightly furrowed, and he looked very worried. "Wednesday and Thursday, their mother is not there, and Alan is not a clone and she is lazy. Although Helena is taking care of them, she spoils them too much. Now, you really have to help guide them. These two little troublemakers don’t want to listen to me. We have to let their ingenuity be used in the right place."

At this time, Helena's figure naturally appeared in the room, as if she was here. She who has become a true **** is still regarded as an undead creature, but she can no longer be classified as a ghost. The real entity and divine power radiate her wearing a large blue robe, calm and cold, floating in the air a few feet high, silently passing through the room, the shining force of death surrounds her face, and her indifferent face is indifferent. There was a hint of happiness, anger, sorrow and joy.

But as soon as she showed up, she floated straight over her back and hugged her pale-faced brother from Daisy's arms. Her white hands brushed the little guy's face, although it was similar to the blue light when Allen was reborn and regrouped. The boy's silver eyes opened again.

On Thursday of her resurrection, she turned to Shanghai Lena’s expressionless face, and rolled her silver eyeballs with some protruding eyes. The surprised expression was exactly the same as Luna. This little guy with pale eyebrows and pale skin saw the adults around him. Angrily immediately stretched out his arm and hooked his sister's neck pitifully, trying to obtain asylum.

"Helena, to indulge too much is to indulge. For the sake of your brothers and sisters, if you want them to achieve something, you can't be too used to it, and it's too spoiled... and it's too wasteful of divine power, right?" Lenn was cleaning up the sauce on his glasses, he looked straight, "Thursday, you must know that your mother Ravenclaw is the founder of Hogwarts, the true **** who defeated the **** of death, you must know When she was your age...uh..."

Finally, remembering the appearance of his mother's ‘young’ Lun, the preaching to his nephew was a little embarrassingly stuck.

"It's okay... Mother's believers... and those who believe in me... They can't use up their beliefs... Wednesday and Thursday are still young, but they are not serious or serious." Helena's lips flicked, and the other facial features were true. There is still no change, her expression now changes even less than before.

For this new **** of death, she herself has not received much love from her mother before. Although Helga treats her very much, she has accepted a very strict lady who was helped by Slytherin since she was a child. Education, because the things Ellen and the others took care of by Vito Malfoy made her feel very guilty for her younger sister and younger brother, so as a god, this seems to retain this obsession, but she keeps pampering her younger siblings to some extent. Exaggerated.

Hearing the eldest sister's protection on Thursday, she twisted her body and got the courage to slip off Helena's body like a little monkey. Before the repaired dining table, the little hand grabbed the silver shining knife handle on the dining table, and wanted to jump upstairs.

Morgan Le Fay next to him was quick and quick, and stopped his grandson: "Why, use it to retaliate against your second sister?"

The little boy who was stopped nodded in a daze.

Morgan Le Fay opened his hands, and on Thursday returned the knife to his grandmother with expression of excitement.

After looking at the knife, the grandma shook her head at the grandson: "I don't think this will work, you have to..."

"It's the mother who reacts really fast, that's how it should be. How can you kill and kill like this every day." Lun rubbed the stubble on his chin approvingly. He was a little puzzled to see that his nephew's excited expression did not match his expectations, but he was still comforting. "Don't fight, I'll read you the story of Lucky Spring later."

"Allen, we won’t die... But if we develop the bad habit of not taking human lives seriously, three years later, when they go to school at Hogwarts Headquarters, in case they don’t know what to do, those ordinary children The wizard does not have a Horcrux..." Hermione frowned, her lips pressed tightly at the thought of that possibility, "Helena can't help it, right then..."

"Lun, I didn't like to listen to this story when I was younger than Thursday..." Emily said bluntly. She looked at her mother amusedly, but did not continue to speak.

But here, after hearing the most serious two in the family rebuttal, this caused Morgan Le Fayy to put away the knife and then stretched out to the larger meat-splitting knife on the table. He paused, realizing that this was not suitable for her grandma. She, who taught the child to bad face to face, took the opportunity to give Penello a wink.

In the past few years, Penello, who has always been fond of Morgan Lefay, immediately awakened the empress dowager's mind like a confidant court lady, turned her head to the severed hand from Voldemort on the dining table and ordered.

This guy, who was regarded as a pet by the name of Little Hand, immediately twisted his middle and index fingers, and walked to the restaurant door flexibly like an arthropod on the table, gave up his armor and arms from the door, but instead dressed as a British butler. The death knight Lynch drew a ceremonial sword from his waist.

It dragged the sword, ignored some of Harris's stunned gaze, and bounced back.

"I think that children have this kind of ability that others don't have, so they need to use it more, master it proficiently, and make better use of this ability, otherwise they will put that knowledge in the forbidden zone before Dumbledore. What's the difference even if you just take it away...isn’t it to be better to use it after you are familiar with it?" Penello blocked Hermione's words before she continued. Lun’s teaching philosophy...Albert, if you are an Auror, you should be able to understand...This is an empirical question. Magic is not like the master of all things, if you can chant and cast spells with optics."

"Penello's consideration is indeed reasonable, but we also need to pay attention to what Hermione is worried about. These two little kids have been playing more and more recently, and there are some signs of starting to mix with them on Fridays..." Hermione The Allen avatar over there saw an angry Hermione and helped her accent, "We really have to teach them that other ordinary people will not be resurrected."

"I will tell Wednesday that I will tell you later on Thursday, and you will also remember Thursday... Next time, whether it's her throwing you down from upstairs or you pushing her... Remember to make sure that we are not eating next time, at least your father, me or grandfather. When Grandma is there, I can't..." The Alan avatar next to Penello said. He seemed to make sure that he was cleaned up. After speaking, he looked worriedly at the sleeves of his robe and there was no sauce splashed on it.

Seeing that the people around were a little speechless, Penello quickly grabbed the hilt dragged by his little hand and turned it upside down, and handed it over to Thursday's hand. Bullied by your second sister and little aunt..."

As a bear kid, Thursday was also very good at observing words and concentrating on opportunities. He quickly grasped the sword in his hand, nodded excitedly at Penello, brandished his sword and ran to the next staircase, and jumped upstairs. Go up.