Chapter 413 You Are All My Wings! Do You Have The Heart To Let Me Lose One Of My Wings? !
Godric Valley.
Dumbledore's house.
By this time, both Blake and Dumbledore had returned to Hogwarts.
Only Aberforth and Ariana were left at home.
"Why are you still so young after so many years?"
Aberforth asked curiously.
Ariana shook her head, "Aberforth, I can't tell you about this.
"Oh...okay." Aberforth didn't ask any more questions.
Regarding time travel, even if an unrelated person knows one more thing that he shouldn't know, it may affect the closed loop of time.
"But...although you can't tell me the reason, I still want to say that you are fine just the way you are."
"Much better than the bad old man look we have now."
"It's almost like how I remember it..."
Aberforth said sincerely.
Ariana now is only a little older than when she "died".
He seems to be only eighteen years old.
Overall, it was almost the same as the Ariana in his impression.
This also prevented Aberforth from feeling too disconnected.
"Yeah...it's really good to be able to keep it like this."
Ariana said softly while stroking an inconspicuous ring on her right index finger.
The power ring helped her withstand the power of time, allowing her body to stay in a youthful state for a longer period of time.
However, Blake had warned him when he gave the ring to him.
This kind of thing must not be told to anyone.
Not even her brother.
The empty plates in front of Blake were stacked high.
However, he was finally full.
"You...why did you suddenly become a loser?"
Hermione looked at the plate in front of him in shock.
"Ahem, there's not a lot of food on this plate, so I actually didn't eat too much. It just looks like a lot, really..."
Blake burped and explained reluctantly.
Well, although his appetite is not as shocking as last night, it seems that it has become a lot bigger now.
Hermione seemed to be right when she said that he was now a loser.
Seeing Blake's evasive look, Hermione sighed.
"Well, if there are some things that are not convenient for you to say, then I won't ask you.
"Now, I should go to the library."
She packed her books, and then stood up with her heavy schoolbag on her back.
Hermione wasn't a gossip girl who wanted to know everything.
What's more, she really doesn't have that much energy to care about Blake's affairs now.
Now she... has a lot of homework to do...
Blake's eyes were very sharp, and with just one glance, he saw something like a necklace hanging around her neck.
It's just that Hermione put it in her clothes.
So much so that Blake could only see the chain, not what was hanging on it.
After all, he can't see through other people's clothes with his true eyes.
However, Blake still guessed what it was.
Time converter. This is the only thing...
In other words, through time travel, today's Hermione is several times faster than others!
Because of this, Hermione looked tired now.
"Hermione." Blake stopped Hermione, then took out a small bag from his pocket and handed it over.
“If you put the book inside, it won’t be so heavy.
Hermione took the small bag from Blake's hand, a look of joy flashed across her tired face.
"Then...thank you."
Hermione picked up the packet and left.
"So...my time travel was caused by the time turner on Hermione?"
"But...the words I left for myself in the future were to let nature take its course..."
"...
Blake looked at Hermione's leaving figure and fell into deep thought.
"We haven't seen each other for just one day, and you already feel reluctant to leave?"
"Then why don't you catch up?"
Cassandra's sinister voice directly interrupted Blake's train of thought.
When Blake turned around, he saw Cassandra standing behind him, staring at him with her arms folded.
"Well...it looks like you're recovering well?" Blake said with a smile.
The smile on Cassandra's face froze.
I couldn't help but lick my little mouth, which had just subsided.
Blake stood up and stretched.
"It feels so good to be full... Now that I'm full, of course I have to do something else..."
He glanced at Cassandra, whose face was starting to turn a little red.
"Have you eaten? If so...are you interested in going somewhere with me?"
"No...I'm not interested." Cassandra immediately refused.
"Come on, I'll show you a big baby, it's very beautiful."
Blake took Cassandra's hand and walked out.
"No... I mean... I haven't eaten yet, so I won't go."
Cassandra regrets it now. If she had known better, she would not have messed with this bad guy!
Therefore, even though she had finished her meal long ago, she now said that she had not eaten.
I have no choice but to be scared by Blake in the Room of Requirement this morning.
"It's okay if you haven't eaten. I have delicious food here. I guarantee you will be full."
"How about... let's forget it... I... I just want to write the Transfiguration paper assigned by Professor McGonagall today after dinner."
"The same goes for writing after reading it."
"I...I'm in a hurry."
"But isn't the Transfiguration paper due next week?"
"I...I want to finish writing it early."
"Then I'll write it for you after you finish it."
"Have...finished? You...what are you going to do again..."
bad days
Cassandra was half pushed and half pulled out of the auditorium by Blake.
Peter Pettigrew was now very hungry.
If it were before, he would still be able to keep himself from going hungry.
But now...he doesn't know what's going on with him.
My body was so weak that I couldn't do any strenuous exercise.
When I think about running, my feet feel weak...
There is no way to steal something to eat.
He had spent all his energy just escaping from Ronald's dormitory.
Not to mention evading Crookshanks' surveillance...
Yes, he can keenly notice that the cat is spying on him!
No matter where he climbed, it would hang behind him from a distance and stare at him!
If I hadn't taken advantage of the cat not paying attention, I ran into a secret passage that could only be opened once in a while.
He still has to be followed by the cat.
However, he also spent too much energy.
Peter Pettigrew didn't want to die yet, so even though he was exhausted, he persisted and crawled towards the exit of the secret passage.
He remembered that the other exit of this secret passage was very close to the kitchen.
Peter just wanted to sneak into the kitchen and find something to eat.
He also did not dare to eat the food prepared on the table.
I just hope to find some leftovers quietly in the corner.
Because although those elves respect wizards, they are not so friendly to mice.
Once he discovers that he is eating secretly, he will definitely be beaten to death by those elves.
Soon, he climbed out of the secret passage and slowly climbed along the corner towards the kitchen.
The Hogwarts kitchen is hidden opposite the Hufflepuff common room.
Behind a painting of pears.
Just tickle one of the painted pears.
After this painting, the kitchen door can be opened.
But now, Peter can't change back into a human body, so of course he can't sneak into the kitchen this way.
However, back then, he also turned into a mouse and wandered around the school with James and the others.
So, he happens to know a way to sneak into the kitchen...
Strictly speaking, it's just a mouse hole.
There are rats in the kitchen, so it is normal to have rat holes.
However, this is a good path for Peter in mouse form!
"Found it!" Peter looked at the small hole, his heart full of excitement!
As long as you find enough food, you can hide for a while.
As for Sirius, the Ministry of Magic will definitely not let him show off outside for so long!
As long as Sirius is captured and taken back to Azkaban.
Then he can appear in front of people again.
Well, when that stupid little boy appears in front of Ronald again, he will definitely recognize himself.
At that time, just hide in his house and continue to live on!
"Blake, where...are you taking me?"
Cassandra followed Blake with her head lowered.
I found that the place Blake took me to was getting more and more remote, and I couldn't help but feel like a deer in my heart.
"You haven't eaten yet. I'll take you to a good place and feed you."
Blake said casually from the front.
"You...I...I don't want to eat.
"Huh? Don't want to eat? Aren't you hungry?" Blake asked curiously.
"You..." Kassandra was a little angry, "It's only tomorrow morning... Do you want to bully me again at night?"
"Uh..." Blake suddenly understood. He couldn't believe that he and Cassandra were not talking on the same channel.
"Little girl, how can your thoughts be so dirty?" Blake poked Cassandra's little head. "What do you think I want to do?"
"Dirty? You don't seem to have the right to say this word, do you?" Cassandra gritted her teeth and glared at Blake.
"Ahem..." Blake rubbed his nose awkwardly, "Don't worry about these details."
"Hmph..." Kassandra turned her head away angrily, unwilling to pay attention to him.
Her cheeks are still a little sore.
"Then why don't you come?" Blake asked.
"Come on!" Cassandra continued to follow Blake angrily.
Blake stands in front of an oil painting.
In the oil painting, there is a dining car.
There are several pears on a plate on the dining table.
Blake stretched out his fingers and lightly scratched the pear in the middle.
Then Cassandra was surprised to find that the pear in the oil painting was trembling as if it was itchy.
Immediately afterwards, the wall behind the oil painting made a clicking sound.
Then, a knocker appeared on the pear.
Blake grabbed the door knocker and pulled gently.
A door was opened easily.
"What...where is this place?" Cassandra asked curiously.
She has never been here before.
"Welcome to my favorite place...the kitchen at Hogwarts!"
Blake happily got into the door.
Cassandra quickly followed in.
"Wow...so many house elves!" Cassandra couldn't bear it.
Zhu exclaimed.
Although she comes from a pure-blood family, she also has a house elf in her family.
But it was indeed the first time for her to see so many house elves working together.
"Aha, good evening, Palmer! Keith, your roast chicken tastes great tonight! Bud, you have to be careful when you're washing dishes at such a high height...
Blake walked in front, greeting every house elf he saw on the road with ease.
When these house elves discovered that Blake had entered, they all burst into excitement.
"Oh! It's the honorable, great Mr. Green!" the house elves exclaimed.
They all like this little wizard named Blake Green very much.
Because every time he comes, he will remember the name of every house elf present.
Moreover, I will bring them small gifts from time to time.
For example, some candies and the like.
"Okay, okay, guys, I don't want to delay your work because of my arrival." Blake saw more and more house elves coming over and said quickly
"Oh! Mr. Green is so considerate!" a house elf praised.
"Yes! He is so gentle!"
After the elves chatted with Blake for a while.
Most of the elves returned to their respective posts and started working.
Of course, there were several elves left behind to entertain Blake and the others.
"Dear, great Mr. Green, you are here. Is there anything you need us to do for you?"
A house elf bowed slightly, stood in front of Blake, and asked humbly.
"Palmer, bring us something delicious. My girlfriend hasn't eaten yet tonight.
"Oh...of course, the food you make is delicious!"
Blake (the good money guy) said with a smile.
"Oh! Mr. Green is such a nice guy! He actually praised the delicious food we made!" Palmer said sharply.
Of course the other house elves also heard what Blake said.
Not waiting for Palmer to send word.
The house elves swarmed to the side to bring food to Blake and the others.
At the same time, two other house elves quickly arranged a table and two chairs in front of Blake and the others.
When the table was just set, the food was brought up like water.
Blake looked at the mountain of delicious food in front of him with a smile.
This made Blake feel a little hungry again.
"You two, please use it slowly. If you need anything else, just call Palmer.
Palmer bowed and said, then returned to his post to work.
Blake thanked the elves for their generosity, and then asked Cassandra to sit down.
"Come on, you haven't eaten yet, so you must be very hungry. Eat quickly."
Blake said, picking up a hot dog with a fork and placing it on the empty plate in front of Cassandra.
Cassandra took small bites of the delicious hot dog, but her big green eyes were secretly looking at Blake.
"What's wrong? Don't you like eating these?" Blake asked.
Cassandra put down the fork in her hand and whispered.
"Did you...did you just say that I was your...your girlfriend?"
"Yeah, what? Aren't you willing?" Blake asked in surprise.
"I...I..." Cassandra blushed.
She thought for a while and suddenly asked: "What should Hermione do?"
"Aha, of course..." Blake opened his palms and clenched them into fists. "…I want them all!"
"Asshole! I knew it!" Cassandra hardened her fist.
"You are all my wings! Think about it, I am like a little bird. If I lose one of my wings, how miserable I will be!"
"Can you bear to let me lose a wing?".