Chapter 272 I'm a Hunter Without Emotions
When everyone left, only the Delacour family was left. Although it was already late at night, the events tonight were too tortuous and horrifying, and no one felt sleepy.
Rove welcomed them into the room, and let the house elf serve a hot supper. Several people sat around the fireplace and chatted about what happened tonight.
Gabriel hugged Furong's arm, rubbing and rubbing like a kitten:
"Sister, you actually went to Rove's room to teach him French while I was asleep?
You two secretly study every night to make progress, but you don't bring me along... How cunning! "
Furong sounded weird, she blushed slightly, tapped Gabriel's head with her fingers, and said, "Don't talk nonsense, it's nothing!"
"Hey, didn't you just say that in front of everyone?" Gabriel said a little aggrieved, "Will you not admit it?"
"I was helping Rove out of the siege, didn't you see that he was being made things difficult by Skender?"
"So, are you lying?" Gabriel's eyes widened and she said angrily, "You told me that children are not allowed to lie, and those who lie will be captured by ghouls...you actually lied yourself."
This sentence itself is a lie, and besides, she is no longer a child... Fu Rong secretly slandered her.
But of course you can't say that, she coughed and said:
"Gabriel, this is a white lie, understand? My intention is good... You don't want to see Rove being taken away as an arsonist, do you?"
"Is that so?" The little girl rolled her eyes and said thoughtfully, "Then can I also tell 'white lies' in the future?"
"Can't!"
"Why?" Gabriel puffed up her cheeks, dissatisfied: "My starting point is also good."
"What's the starting point?" Fu Rong debunked the thoughts in the girl's little head and said, "Is it similar to the starting point of 'I lie because I don't want my parents to get angry and hurt my body'?"
"..."
Gabriel was ruthlessly exposed, snorted angrily, made a face, turned her head and complained to Madame Delacour:
"Mom, look at my sister...she's lying. Her pocket money for this month will be confiscated. Give it to me."
Regarding Gabrielle's request, everyone couldn't help laughing. Madame Delacour held her little daughter in her arms and patted her head lovingly.
"Gabriel, sometimes lies are justified." Rove looked at the girl and assured him:
"When your sister lied about me, that lie saved me and many innocent lives."
The blush on Fu Rong's cheeks has not faded, and now it is even thicker. She is a little embarrassed. Is she really as great as Rove said? How could she not know.
Rove sat on a chair and told what he saw and heard at the circus tonight, including the captured mermaid Myrcella.
"The Mysterious Circus is a magic cave where countless deformed species and magical creatures are imprisoned. After I rescued Myrcella, I planned to let them go, but was discovered by Skander.
I ended up having to burn his tent down. "
Rove said it lightly, but after everyone listened to it, their turbulent and complicated emotions could not be calmed down for a long time.
Who would have thought that this boy, riding a fire dragon, set fire to Skander's mysterious circus?
But considering that earlier, he also rode a horse-shaped water monster to fight the Cabulo dragon, it seems that it is not so difficult to accept.
"Did you raise that fire dragon?" Fu Rong asked curiously.
"It's actually a fire dragon egg of a key administrator in Hogwarts." Rove explained:
"After he hatched, there was no way to raise him at school, so I had no choice but to help him raise it."
The corners of Furong's eyes twitched, is a Hogwarts keykeeper so secretive?
No wonder the education ranking of Hogwarts is higher than that of Beauxbatons... Their teaching philosophy is advanced!
"Rove, where is your fire dragon?" Gabriel asked.
"Keep it in my box." Rove blinked, and he said playfully:
"My suitcase just looks small, but it's actually a little bigger inside than outside."
"..."
Everyone was a little speechless, maybe it's not a big problem to be able to raise a fire dragon.
"The Untraceable Stretching Curse." Mrs. Delacour, who was drinking tea, smiled at her daughters:
"I went into Newt's box back then, and it was bigger than the forest where Veela lived. I was young at the time, but I still remember it vividly... It was a wonderful trip."
Bigger than the forest?
Not only Sister Fu Rong, but even Mr. Delacour is a bit unimaginable.
Where is the box mentioned? It is clearly a midsummer!
"Mom, did you see a dragon?" Gabriel asked.
"It's not just a fire dragon." Madame Delacour propped her chin up with one hand, looking at the box next to the boy, a look of nostalgia appeared on her undiminished face.
"There are also thunderbirds in America, poison horned beasts in Africa, Zouwu in Asia... I was only seven years old at the time, and my biggest wish was to have a box like that."
"Rove, can I go into the box and have a look?" Gabriel asked expectantly.
"Of course." Rove smiled and said, "But it's very big inside, and it takes a long time to visit, it's too late today...tomorrow.
Besides, I still have unfinished business to do tonight. "
"whats the matter?"
"The guy who caught Myrcella and sold her to Skander... She knows Skander has been caught, and she will definitely run away tonight." Rove raised the corners of his mouth and said softly:
"I'm waiting for her."
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The firewood in the fireplace was burning fiercely.
Helen sat by the fire, pouring a glass of whiskey, feeling that the alcohol was as rancid as her mood.
"What a fool Skander!" cursed the Witch gloomily, looking at the flames.
They just finished the mermaid deal tonight, and Skander was caught not long after, and that guy might have betrayed her in order to reduce the crime.
Helen had no doubts about this. After all, there was no friendship between them, only a deal. If it was her, as long as she could save her life, she could abandon anyone.
Helen stared at the firelight reflected on the rim of the wine glass, and she whispered, "I must escape tonight."
Even floating in the sea is better than trembling in your own room, your destiny is in your own hands!
The witch waved her wand, and the clothes and jewelry scattered in the room flew into a small handbag under the effect of magic.
After packing her luggage, Helen wrapped herself in a black robe made of mouse skin. She stood behind the door, passed through the magic lock, and listened quietly for a while.
After confirming that no one was there, she removed the magic lock she had installed, opened the door carefully, and walked towards the deck along the dark corridor.
"Is this going to leave?" A voice suddenly sounded from the corner. "Mrs. Helen, you haven't reached the end of this trip yet, so it's not good to leave like this?"
Helen was startled suddenly, she turned around, raised her wand to cast a spell, but the light hit the wall, making a crackling sound.
Helen didn't have time to take a closer look, she ran forward with big strides, but the voice resurfaced in her ears again, like a ghost.
"I missed it, ma'am, your technique is a bit rough, and I don't even get much interest. It seems that you have to go back and practice."
"Who are you? What do you want to do?!" Helen said angrily.
"I'm a hunter with no emotions, and I'm completing a hunt." A vague figure appeared at the end of the corridor, and the man smiled and said:
"Of course hunting must end with the blood of the prey..."
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