Chapter 95: Purongrong (revised)

"Owen, look, you laughed at me when I bought these books, how about it, my vision is good. Guidro became Allen's professor, and these books became Hogwarts' designated teaching materials! Allen did not I need to buy these books again!" Mrs. Harris looked proud, proud of her good eyes.
"Ellen, don’t forget that you promised to give us Gidro’s autograph!" Daisy looked at Ellen eagerly, wishing to exchange with Ellen. She went to Hogwarts to study and let Ellen go. St. Mungo works.
"Gidro Lockhart will hold an autograph book sale event at Lihen Bookstore next Wednesday, Daisy. If you really want his signature so much, you can go to Lihen Bookstore yourself, and you may get more than just It's an autograph, and there will be a group photo!" Allen raised the "Daily Prophet" in Yang's hand. There was an advertisement from the Lihen Bookstore on it. Guidro Lockhart smiled brightly in the newspaper, white. The teeth are shining.
　　 Daisy snatched the newspaper from Alan's hands, treasured the wrinkles of the newspaper, and clamped it in her favorite book.
　　 "What a successful liar!" Seeing his sister became a fan, Allen couldn't help but complain.
　　 "Next Wednesday, maybe I can take a break, even if I have to work a few more days later!" Daisy was in a frenzy!
"Perhaps I can also provide you with a suitable reason for rest. For example, how about helping the youngest brother buy the necessary items for the new semester?" Allen had just been to Diagon Alley a while ago and had already purchased enough medicinal materials and crucibles. I bought countless books. They are now piled up in Allen's storage compartment, and he wants to use the remaining vacation to organize these financial affairs, for example, they can be part of his mobile tower.
　　 "It's a great idea!" Daisy poured Alan a cup of black tea like a reward, and smiled as he watched Allen drank all the tea.
　　 Allen continued to flip through the rest of the Daily Prophet. As the chief reporter of the Daily Prophet, Rita Skeeter has not published a report for a long time. This is a very strange thing in itself. But Allen knew that his Veritasein curse was still working. Rita couldn't make up news, and naturally couldn't continue to report. It seems that this kind of magic pen is not easy to get in the market.
　　 What is the life of the children of the wizard's house all day? Play some toys, read some fairy tale books, eat some sweets like cakes... Emily's daily life is very simple and comfortable. But this morning, she was sitting in her children's chair, stroking her nose.
　　 "Emily, is your nose uncomfortable?" All the adult wizards in the family went to work, and only Alan took care of Emily.
　　 "No, on the contrary, my nose has never been so comfortable!" Emily blinked, and replied crisply.
　　 "Then why do you always get your nose?" Allen asked the bottom.
　　 Emily slammed, jumped off the children's chair, and ran to Alan who was sitting on the sofa and reading.
"Ellen, I fell asleep last night, and in my sleep, I felt something get into my nose. My nose has never been so clear this morning! But what is that?" Emily crawled When I got to Ellen and let her brother hold him, Ellen never treated her words as childish, but listened patiently and seriously, and gave the best way to solve the problem. Emily is close to and trusts Ellen, willing to tell Ellen her doubts.
"Maybe there is something, Emily, don't worry, I will watch the night for you tonight to see what is going on." Alan is not perfunctory Emily, he really decided to guard Ai at night Millie, look at what the is doing.
　　 Many times, children cannot let their guardians understand what happened to them because of their lack of clarity. Some people think that the child is seeking the attention of parents, but in fact it is very likely that they missed the child's distress signal and missed the opportunity to educate the child.
　　 Of course, Ellen, who has been a teacher, would not make such a mistake. He valued what Emily said. The well-behaved Emily never lied. Since she said this, something must happen.
　　 As night fell, in Emily's heart, the quiet summer night was protected by Alan, and the night also made her feel at ease. She lay on the small white oak bed and fell asleep, with a quiet smile on her face.
　　 After confirming that Emily was asleep, Alan hid his figure and paid close attention to the room. At midnight, a spherical object climbed in from Emily's window sill. In the moonlight, Allen could see what it looked like.
　　 This little spherical monster, covered with creamy yellow fur, looks like a cute plush toy. It twisted its chubby body and explored the room. From time to time, a very slender pink tongue appeared in the middle of its body, sticking out like a snake in the room, seeming to be looking for food.
　　 Alan finally let go of his mind~EbookFREE.me~ He knows what it is. It is Purongrong! Purongrong is a relatively common magical creature. It has strong survivability and can be seen all over the world. Purongrong is docile and will not attack wizards, which makes Alan who recognize it relax. Because the docile puffball is like a Muggle plush doll, you can hug it, even if it is thrown around, it will remain indifferent.
　　 This velvet velvet climbed onto Emily’s cot, and stretched his slender tongue upwards. The pink tongue got into the sleeping Emily’s nose and then retracted again.
　　 During this period, Allen just watched it quietly without any movement. Purongrong likes to get his tongue into the nose of sleeping wizards and eat their dry booger. Obviously it cleaned Emily very clean yesterday, so it didn't take long today that it retracted its tongue. The peculiar little peculiarity of puff pastel has made them deeply loved by generations of wizards and children. Even now that owls are popular as pets, many wizards still choose puff pastel as pets, and they are very popular among wizards.
　　 Allen stood up quietly, walked to the side of Purongrong, picked it up, and stroked its soft yellow hair. The velvet velvet sank gently in Allen's arms, grunting with satisfaction.
　　 Allen took the puff pastel, quietly left Emily's room, and closed the door gently. They went straight to the kitchen, and Allen tiptoedly searched the kitchen. Great. In an iron pot on the corner of the stove, Allen found some leftover meals during the day. Allen turned out a dish that he didn't usually use, poured the food on the dish, and let go of the puff pastel in his arms.
　　 This little yellow-haired cute thing swayed to the front of the plate, sticked out its long and slender pink tongue, tasted it, and then ate it with big mouthfuls.