Chapter 66: Attack

In the evening, Rolf took Shirley and Hermione back home.

In order to avoid hurting each other, they had a happy dinner outside before returning.

Considering that British cuisine is dark cuisine except potatoes, the three went to an Italian restaurant... The taste is really good, so much so that everyone was a little full.

After returning home, Hermione slumped on the sofa, and she said comfortably: Ah, I ate so much tonight.

You ate a bowl of Italian noodles, and ordered a smoked sausage brioche, a plate of codfish, and Basque cheesecake. Rolf teased: How can you not be full after eating so much?

Of course you have to eat more when you treat me! Hermione accidentally burped, she rubbed her stomach in an unladylike manner, shook her head and said:

Continue tomorrow... I know a more expensive and tastier restaurant.

Rolf sighed and said: But I have no money.

Rolf, I can lend it to you. Shirley was brewing hawthorn tea. She turned her head and smiled at the boy: But you have to pay interest.

I borrowed your money and paid you interest... and then I used the money to treat you two to dinner? ! Rolf pointed at himself and couldn't help laughing:

Do I look like a sucker?

The ponytail girl came over with a cup, handed the tea to the boy, and then said seriously: Anyway, I'm relying on you.

Rolf took the teacup and said with a sad face: I met you two, it's really a bad luck.

The boy took a sip of hawthorn tea, raised his eyebrows and said: It's not sour this time.

Shirley's pretty face was slightly red. The hawthorn tea she brewed last time almost made Rolf's teeth sour. The girl smiled and said: I added honey on purpose this time.

Hermione jumped off the sofa, barefoot, hopped to the TV, and quickly found a disc. She raised her arm and announced:

Let's watch this tonight!

Hermione wanted to watch a classic horror film, A Nightmare on Elm Street. Some time ago, when she and Shirley were alone at home, neither of them dared to watch it.

Now that Rolf was here to calm the situation, she became bolder again.

However, when the movie was playing, the two girls still huddled in the corner of the sofa in fear, hugging each other's arms from time to time and screaming.

Rolf sat in the middle of the sofa and suggested: I have a strong yang energy, you two can hug my arms, and you won't be afraid.

As soon as he said this, he was attacked mercilessly by the pillow.

Halfway through the movie, Crookshanks, who was lying on the sofa, suddenly got angry. He sniffed the smell in the air, bared his teeth and let out a series of low roars.

Hermione stroked Crookshanks and asked curiously: What's wrong with you, Crookshanks?

Rolf raised his head silently, squinted his eyes, looked out the window that had completely fallen into darkness, and whispered:

You go to my box, and no matter what happens next, don't come out.

Is there a wizard coming? Shirley drew out her wand.

Well, someone touched the magical creature I left outside. Rolf quickly opened the box and said: Come in quickly.

After the two entered the box, Rolf was still sitting in front of the sofa. After a while, the door creaked open and a witch walked in.

Rolf turned around and said with a smile: Excuse me, is there anything I can do for you?

The woman stared at Rolf, her eyes were flowing towards him, her face was full of spring, and she said with a coquettish smile: Sir, this is the door-to-door service package you ordered.

Me? Rolf shook his head in a slightly surprised tone and said: You must be mistaken.

No mistake, aren't you Rolf Scamander? The witch walked into the room, her figure swaying like a raging wave, and she said delicately:

Sir, I have seen your photo in the newspaper, but I didn't expect you to be more handsome in reality.

Forget it, I don't want money, pull out your wand... Sister will help you maintain it for free tonight.

Auntie, how old are you, and you are still doing this business? Rolf smiled and said:

Fifty? Sixty?

This is a job that only works for young people. You are old enough to be a grandmother. Don’t you really want to change your career?

The witch took a deep breath silently.

Sorry, auntie, I am not good at talking. Rolf smiled and said gently:

But please go back. Not to mention free, even if I pay you... I will not let an old lady of your age take care of me.

The witch pulled up a strand of bangs from her temples. She glanced at Rolf coldly and said with a smile on her lips:

You little bastard, I will use you to make wine later.

That’s enough, Fanny. Another wizard walked in.

The man was brown-skinned, his cheeks and chin were covered with a very short gray and white beard, and his face was dotted with wrinkles and several scars, making him look hideous.

Honey trap? Rolf smiled and said: You came in too early. I haven’t talked to this auntie in depth yet.

The man smiled, but the smile did not touch his eyes. My name is Gibberne.

Death Eater? Rolf narrowed his eyes.

He had heard of this name before, a famous Death Eater.

After Voldemort fell, not all of them went to Azkaban. Some, like Malfoy, escaped after being cleansed; some Death Eaters escaped and have not been arrested yet.

Gibberne was one of them.

Did Peter Pettigrew send you here? Rolf looked at the man.

Peter Pettigrew? Gibberne sneered:

No, no, although we both worked for the Dark Lord, I am not familiar with him, and I was not the one who kidnapped him, so don't put this crime on me.

So what are you doing here without permission? Rolf asked.

We are bounty hunters now, decent people who use wands to earn hard-earned money.

Gibbon shrugged and said: Oh, well, the evaluation of a decent person is a matter of opinion. Anyway, someone has a reward for you in Knockturn Alley.

Your head is worth 10,000 Galleons!

Only 10,000 Galleons? That's a huge insult to me! Rove said loudly:

I am a magizoologist, a veterinarian... I even know a little about gynecological diseases.

Forget it, I'll pay 20,000 Galleons for my life, how about it? !

The boy's words undoubtedly amused Gibbon, and his thin lips twisted into a sinister smile.

But it is rumored that the Philosopher's Stone is in your hands.

You are a person... Don't believe others' rumors. Rove smiled and said:

Nicolas Flamel said that the Philosopher's Stone has been destroyed, so how could he give me a boy?

But you appeared at his funeral, and it seems that you have a special relationship. Gibbon's eyes, like a talking venomous snake, examined Rove.

That doesn't mean anything. Rove shook his head and said: So there is nothing to talk about?

Gibberne laughed and said: Twist off the head, we'll talk again.

Fanny raised her wand, and she shook her wrist gently, ready to go.

At this moment, the window was broken, and a tall man rushed in.

The man was naked, with thick arms and strong shoulders, and thick black chest hair covering his chest, making him look like a beast.

Fenrir Greyback? Rolf looked at the man.

Boy, have you seen me? Greyback grinned.

No, I haven't seen you, I heard my grandfather mention you. Rolf narrowed his eyes and said.

Oh, what did Newt Scamander say?

My grandfather said... every word you uttered exudes a disgusting stench.

Gibberne suddenly shouted: Kill him!

A green light lit up, and then a shout pierced the night sky.

Avada Kedavra!

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