Chapter 472: Employment consultation

The third day of the Easter holiday.
　　 Overcast and rainy, looking at the sky with overlapping dark clouds, it must be raining for several days.
　　 "Morning, Helena." Harry came out of the bedroom, saw Helena writing something on a large piece of parchment, and greeted her.
　　 "Harry, you are too early..." Helena raised her head and smiled slightly.
　　 Then his expression was slightly stagnant, and the white soul body trembled slightly, and finally it turned out to be like a mass of white clouds sprayed with pink paint.
　　 Because Harry was so naked, he woke up with only a pair of shorts.
　　 Helena has been a princess since she was a child. She was educated by the best aristocratic etiquette, and her words and deeds are elegant and aristocratic.
　　 When she was alive, all the men from the pure-blood family who pursued her were polite, generous and decent, and the gentleman's clothes on her body were not wrinkled.
　　 It was the first time in a thousand years that she saw a man standing in front of her like this.
　　Although he usually knows that Harry is in their bedroom with a wave of wreckage, there is still a door behind it, so you can't see it.
　　 But now, Harry stood directly in front of him.
　　 "Harry, what are you doing! Why don't you wear clothes!" Helena turned and screamed.
　　 Harry tugged on his shorts and smiled: "Am I not wearing this?"
　　 This aristocratic lady is really interesting. She is over a thousand years old, and her skin is as tender as a little girl. Fortunately, I haven't let her go, otherwise, where can I find this one-in-a-million soul? .
　　 "What's yours? What's the difference between not wearing it! You, you quickly put on your clothes, it's vulgar." Helena closed her eyes tightly.
　　 Harry smiled and said, "I'm at my own home, I want to wear how to wear, how comfortable and how to come."
　　 "You, a little ghost, dare to take care of my business, I'm afraid you haven't seen it." Harry said in a "fierce" tone.
　　 Helena was trembling with fright, she guessed that it was definitely not a good story.
Harry walked up to her, stretched out his index finger, and gently poked Helena’s elastic body, and curiously said: "Helena, how did I find that your body has turned red recently? Doesn't it mean shy?"
　　 "It's...no." Helena shrank her arm poked by Harry and said.
　　 "Then what's your reaction? Look, it's even more popular."
try{mad1('gad2');}catch(ex){}　　 Helena shouted: "It's anger, because of anger, my soul will turn red."
　　 "Are you angry too?" Harry squinted, "I have known you for so long. I haven't seen what you are like when you are angry."
　　 "Come on, show me one performance, I can't perform it, hum..." Harry continued poking twice.
　　 "I warn you, don't go too far!" Helena stared into Harry's eyes puffingly, her chest undulating, her fists clenched like white jade.
　　 Harry became more arrogant and moved his fingers to Helena's face.
　　 poke...
　　→→
　　 Just when Harry was worried that Helena was really angry and was about to stop.
　　 Helena "exploded".
　　 The anger on her body suddenly disappeared, her eyebrows drooped, and she cleverly said: "Good master, I was wrong, please don't punish me, okay?"
　　 Harry: "..."
　　 "You..." Harry wanted to say something, and finally waved his hand, "Forget it..."
　　 He likes to play the scene with Helena of the evil master and bullying the weak little maid. The more helpless and sorrow Helena expresses, the more excited he becomes. Helena suddenly confessed to him obediently, but he was rather uninterested.
　　 Back to the original topic, Harry asked, "Isn't your soul always transparent and light white? How can it turn red? Do you know what's going on?"
　　 Helena said: "I don't know what's going on, but I just feel that suddenly the soul has grown, and then it has the ability to change the color of the soul every time the heart is surging."
　　 "Nothing wrong, right?" Harry was a little worried about what Helena should do if it breaks.
　　 Seeing the worry from the heart in Harry's eyes, Helena said softly, "I feel good."
　　 Harry rubbed his chin absent-mindedly, thought for a while, and suddenly said, "I might know what's the matter with you!"
　　 Helena looked at Harry inquisitively.
　　 Harry said loudly: "You are a ghost, maybe it's because you have been with me for a long time, you have absorbed my essence, your soul has grown, and you have broken through some barriers."
　　 "A ghost can absorb your energy!" Helena shouted, "Don't mess with me with the settings of your oriental female ghost!"
　　 "Haha." Harry laughed, glanced at what Helena was writing, and walked into the bathroom.
　　 Helena secretly looked at the young man standing at the bathroom door, naked to the top, brushing his teeth in front of the mirror, in a mixed mood.
try{mad1('gad2');}catch(ex){}　　 In fact, she didn’t say something, it was a wonderful feeling: She felt a very tempting in Harry, which made her addicted to it thing.
　　 is like a whirlpool, making her want to get close to him, wishing to blend in with him, but she has been suppressing this feeling.
"Ugh…"
　　Helena picked up the ink-filled quill and murmured: "You are just a ghost...just a ghost..."
　　 She didn't notice, the quill nib in her hand was unconsciously pounding on the parchment paper, almost puncturing a hole in the parchment paper.
　　……
　　 In the afternoon, Helena went downstairs.
　　 posted a notice on the bulletin board in front of the lobby, UU reading www.uukanshu.com said in big letters:
　　 Although it was raining, Helena cast the "waterproof and moisture-proof" curse on the parchment, and it was not affected by the rain.
　　 The students in other grades noticed the new announcement while having dinner.
　　 found nothing to do with him and left immediately.
　　 "I feel that this is a deadly rope tied to my neck. I can only watch it narrowly and tightly." A fifth-grade student was shaking like wheat chaff with fear in his heart.
　　The sixth graders looked at the fifth graders with a gloating expression.
　　 You have to know that they experienced this a year ago, and you can best understand how panicked, nervous, and urgent they felt after seeing this notice.
　　 As a person over here, he is qualified to gloat.
　　 The senior students in the seventh grade watched the sixth grade performance with cold eyes.
　　 Their faces are more solemn than the fifth graders.
　　 This notice is not just to emphasize how important their upcoming O. exam is.
　　 For their seventh grade students, the meaning of urging is even stronger.
　　 Because the s test is conducted at the same time as the O. test, it is more difficult, stricter, and more torturous than the O. test. Its meaning can be understood as a carpet bombing magic test.
In the auditorium, Helena stood on the teacher’s bench with a clear and sweet voice: "Later, please come to my office to collect books on various magic professions from the fifth-year prefects of the colleges. After returning to the dormitory tower, distribute them to Fifth grade student."
　　……