hello mr draco

The countryside in North Yorkshire is very beautiful, including the yard fence, which is smaller than that of Americans.But the few constants are the environment and greenery.Most of the exteriors of British houses are dominated by red bricks and white windows, and this small courtyard of his house is no exception.

When Ollivander chose him, he mainly considered that he was a wizard. In some cases, he might need to use magic. He chose a very remote small manor, and the house was not too expensive to buy.

At least the rare and noble gems that Chen Junyu obtained from the Albanian forest are enough to buy a large manor, which is nothing compared to this small one.

Chen Junyu arranged two rooms on the second floor for the two children. Tom Riddle prefers to be quiet.And he found that the child liked books very much, so he arranged his bedroom at the farthest end of the corridor. It was a room with a huge bookshelf, very quiet and surrounded by mountains, which was very suitable for people who like quietness.

The house he arranged for Spie was the opposite of Tom Riddle's, it was located right next to the garden, and the large French windows of the room could look far into Hadrian's small village farther away.The short hills are full of green lawns and some white sheep, as well as those small eaves located not far away, very beautiful.

And his own room is on the third floor, and there is only one room on the third floor. He prefers to enjoy the starry sky alone at night, so his skylight is hollowed out, and the moonlight can directly shine on his bedside, allowing him to look down at the whole night.

As Ollivander cleaned the house, he couldn't help complaining that he wanted to move here too.At least compared to his, the cramped space of Ollivander's wand shop, this paradise is simply very comfortable.

Chen Junyu naturally didn't object, as long as that guy was willing to part with his family's Floo fans, he didn't mind this guy living here with him at all.

But he knew that Ollivander wouldn't waste so much floo powder, running from the shop to North Yorkshire every day, so he wasn't worried that the guy would come to him and become a regular resident.

In the afternoon, two children who had woken up upstairs came down the stairs to eat in the spacious kitchen.

Today, besides Ollivander and Chen Junyu, he bought a set of Chinese-style kitchen utensils and prepared a one-meter pot of rice. Although British rice is a bit expensive, he is still the kind of person who can afford it.

The afternoon dinner was very rich. The setting sun coming in from the kitchen window and the unique chandelier on the table filled the room with a warm atmosphere.

"Come on! Sit down quickly and try my handicrafts!" Ollivander couldn't help showing off his fried bacon, two of which he had just finished.

He couldn't wait to get it onto the plates of the two brats.

Chen Junyu couldn't help sending a contemptuous look. He was making sweet and sour pork ribs, and the strong aroma spread in the kitchen. This is a taste that the British have never tasted before.

There was a happy expression on his face. This dish was taught to him by his mother.Apparently, he has completely forgotten how to make authentic sweet and sour pork ribs.

But as a Chinese, cooking Chinese food is an innate ability.

"Smells good! Sir!" After swallowing, the saliva was about to flow to his chin.

Spies stared at the people wrapped in aprons who were still busy in the kitchen with piercing eyes.

"Why don't you try what's on the plate first?" Ollivander made a grieving expression covering his heart as if he had been hit.

Spie was taken aback, and quickly picked up the fork and stuffed the overcooked piece of bacon into his mouth.He obviously didn't want to disappoint the young man with a pair of silver-white eyes.

"How is it? Little Mister."

"Very...delicious!" Spie stammered while swallowing the meat, while bowing his head and nodding.

Obviously that piece of meat had a bit too much salt, but compared to the black bread and spoiled milk in the orphanage, he felt that these foods were like heaven.

Compared to his rude eating movements, the little black-haired boy sitting opposite him was holding the cutlery gracefully without making a sound.

Ollivander pulled out his chair and sat down. In his eyes, his cooking skills should be perfect.

So when he gracefully picked up the cutlery, cut a piece and put it in his mouth, the bright smile on his face shattered like broken glass.

"Haha!" An unmistakable laugh sounded in the kitchen.

Chen Junyu covered his stomach, bent over and smiled.He knew that Ollivander must not be used to Chinese tableware. Although that guy was always boasting, saying that he would be competent, he could guarantee that Ollivander must have not controlled the heat just now, and put too much salt in a moment of impatience. .

"Hey! Junyu, I just said that the tableware is not good, we have to change it!" Ollivander frowned very annoyed, thinking that back then, he had won his father's approval by virtue of his good cooking skills.

In his eyes, it was definitely not his cooking skills that had a problem, it was definitely the inexplicable set of tableware that hindered his performance.

"No, no, no! Compared to your sweet and greasy breakfast, I still like my rice better! Rice, rice!" It seems that the desire for rice is almost making him have nightmares.

Half a month ago, his heart had been longing to eat a grain of rice, and his current life was as refreshing as heaven.

Put the sweet and sour pork ribs neatly on the dinner plate, and then put it on the dining table.The alluring aroma is different from the sweet pudding, it is a taste that makes people salivate.

"Does anyone want some rice?" Chen Junyu first filled a small bowl for himself, and then stared at Ollivander's expression of shaking his head vigorously.

He put his eyes on the two children again. Tom Riddle just glanced at the white rice inquiringly, and nodded as if by accident.

Chen Junyu served Tom another small bowl. He knew that the British must not be used to eating rice for the first time, so he didn't make too much.

"Do you want it?" He looked at Spie, who had been looking at him eagerly. Since he left the orphanage, this guy had become less and less timid.

But he probably guessed that it might be because of this that the little fat man has always been afraid of Tom Riddle. In the orphanage, Tom Riddle may have an unusual notoriety, causing many children of the same age to be more afraid of him.

He thought those teary eyes would definitely nod, but the little fat man shook his head, stuffed the half-dried piece of bacon into his mouth with all his strength, picked up the half glass of milk next to his right hand, and poured it down violently.

He wiped the stains on his mouth indiscriminately, and stammered up from the stool.

"I... I'm full." After finishing speaking, he ran up to the second floor as if fleeing for his life.

Pulling back the stool and taking a seat, Chen Junyu felt inexplicably complicated.

He had never raised a child, let alone an eight-year-old.He doesn't know what these children's psychological thoughts are, and he doesn't know how to solve the troubles in those children's hearts.

Ollivander noticed the troubles of the people around him, so he just generously enlightened him.

"It's just that I haven't gotten used to it yet, so don't worry too much about it."

"Thank you, don't mind. Now that I have brought them out of the orphanage, they are family from now on." He smiled back at Ollivander.

However, he himself didn't know that his smile seemed to have magic power, which would make people's heart beat faster.If it is cloudy, you will pull out the dark clouds in an instant and see the sun.

Tom Riddle clung to his words, family.

In addition to sweet and sour pork ribs, he also fried a few side dishes.There was a combination of Chinese and Western meals on the table, but he was relieved that it was obviously the first time Tom ate rice, but the other party did not show a feeling of rejection.

At least the opponent has a special talent in using chopsticks.

In the beginning, he really couldn’t handle it, let alone hold the rice, but he seemed to be born smarter than the average child. After some setbacks, he watched Chen Junyu’s method and movements of holding the chopsticks, and gradually figured out the way by himself.

Chen Junyu watched Tom pick up the dishes, and when he finally put the first dish into his own bowl, he couldn't help admiring.

"Tom! Awesome!"

Under the godfather's praise, Tom just blushed slightly, a little arrogant in his heart, and then buried himself in eating, and did not express too many words at the table.

He is a relatively quiet child, and the atmosphere is too active when eating, and he will not be affected by some atmosphere next to him.

Ollivander was very accommodating. While eating, he thought about the things in the store and the two wands that had troubled him for a long time.

"Professor Dumbledore, you have already replied. He also generously gave us two very suitable phoenix feathers. Let's try them out tomorrow!" Ollivander's eyes were about to burst into flames. Talking about what to cook next, his appetite was like a bottomless pit, and he swept away all the food in front of him.

"Tomorrow..." Now it was his turn to hesitate. He looked at Ollivander, swallowed the food in his mouth, and then looked at Tom who was silent.

"Can you take this kid? You know, he's a wizard..." Chen Junyu said shyly, clenching his chopsticks tightly in his hand, "I just want to take him to get familiar with the world of wizards, Tom His learning ability is very strong, I believe he will become a very good wizard!"

"Okay..." Ollivander nodded without much reluctance.

The black-haired, pale-faced little boy sitting next to him, he could feel that this little boy was different.

In his words, although this little boy has not yet entered Hogwarts, the aura exuding from his body is enough to show that he will be a very good Slytherin in the future.

"I'm stuffed."

As they talked, Tom ate the last of his dinner plate.

After wiping the oil stains on his mouth with a napkin, he also went upstairs after getting the consent of Chen Junyu next to the dining table.

Now the whole kitchen seemed very quiet, the sunset was gradually setting, and the walls of the kitchen were full of orange lights.

After the meal, Chen Junyu stood in front of the fireplace and sent Ollivander off.

Throwing a cleaning spell in the kitchen, the pile of unattended dishes on the dining table automatically jumped to a soothing beat.

The TV in the living room was playing a black and white musical, and Chen Junyu took out a Chinese book he bought specially from the high bookshelf.He doesn't like reading foreign literature very much, mainly because although he can understand the English language, his ability to convert words is still much weaker.

In comparison, he still prefers the characters of his own country.

He sat by the French window of the living room with a copy of A Dream of Red Mansions, and gradually sank into the sea of ​​books facing the hazy yellow light.

The song and dance drama on TV gradually came to an end and was replaced by news.

When he sank into the world of the sea of ​​books, he didn't notice the shadow of a plump man, and walked down the spiral staircase step by step carefully.

The stairs are carpeted, so you can't make a lot of noise when you step on them.In addition to the living room on the first floor, many lights have been turned off, and the people who are reading have not noticed the arrival of the child.

Spie quietly watched the person reading at a coffee table in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. He sat down on the steps of the spiral staircase and watched quietly.

He dared not tell Mr. that he was very afraid of Tom.Several times he saw Tom's pets sneaking in through the door of his room, and he was always huddled under the quilt, so frightened that he didn't know what to do.

The fire lit next to the stove raised the cold temperature in the living room a lot.

Until outside the window, there was gradually the sound of owls calling.Chen Junyu rubbed his tired eyes, a feeling of being watched suddenly flashed in the corners of his eyes, he turned his head and saw a pair of black pupils.

"Spey!" he exclaimed, closing the book hastily.He walked quickly towards the child squatting on the stairs.

"What are you doing sitting here?"

The person who was caught upright stood up tremblingly.I thought I did something wrong and made my husband unhappy.He was very scared, afraid of being sent back to the orphanage by his husband.

In an instant, his face was pale and pale.

"I didn't mean that... Spie! Can't sleep?" Chen Junyu was a little annoyed, because of his sudden stern tone just now.He knew that what he said just now must have reached this child.

"Sir..." Spy drooped his head, and the hair on the top of his head fell off.

"Spi, come, come to the stove." Chen Junyu didn't care what the reason was for the child squatting on the stairs instead of going to sleep.

He called the child to sit by the fire, and waved his wand to conjure a fluffy blanket over his blued thigh.

He looked at the child, and looked at the wand in his hand with horror on his face.He felt that it was time to confess to this guy, at least they would spend a long time together in the future, and he didn't want this guy to grow up in fear.

He sat down on a chair on the other side of the stove, flicked his wand again, and on the round wooden table between the two chairs, steaming scented tea rose from an empty cup.

The aroma of jasmine will make people feel very comfortable, at least in the middle of the night, it is very suitable for drinking.

"Please use it, it will make your tense brain feel better."

He was the first to pick up a glass, and took a sip lightly.

"Spey, are you afraid of Tom, and Tom's little pets?"