After Suzanne gave the order, nothing happened. There was no ring of fire, no colorful light, and no fluctuation in the air. But in the next second, another person suddenly appeared in the room, as if he had been there all along.
It was a skinny teenager. He looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a strange black robe. His half-length black hair was slightly curly, and he wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. His eyes, which were covered by the glasses, were as fresh and tender as a lake. There was also a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.
The young man was holding a small wooden stick in his right hand and was extending it forward, as if he was about to use this stick to attack someone a moment ago. He maintained this posture and did not move, his green eyes filled with confusion at the sudden change in environment.
However, the stiffness and sluggishness only lasted for a second or two. The confusion and surprise in his emerald-like eyes quickly dissipated like the mist of the rising sun. His gaze was sharp, and his expression was no longer as calm as before. He became alert and alert, and his vigilant posture was like a puppy that had suddenly entered battle mode.
His eyes moved slightly as he quickly and nimbly scanned the surroundings. When he saw Suzanna leaning against the bar and sipping a glass of champagne leisurely, it was obvious that his entire body had relaxed, just like a tight bowstring that had become loose from a tight bowstring.
Seeing that the teenager had already noticed her, Suzanne smiled and waved her hand, "Hi, Harry, long time no see."
Harry scratched his head, his eyes filled with joy and a bit of shyness. He also copied Suzanne's action and waved his hand, "Hi, Suzie, long time no see." He pouted and complained, "Can't you say hello to me, Suzie? It's too sudden, it gave me a fright. "
Realizing that his words sounded a bit reproachful, Harry immediately added, "Uh, of course, I'm not saying that your actions are wrong, nor am I criticizing you. I know that you've never acted recklessly, and you must have needed my help to do this. I mean, I was just fighting a bad guy, and my magic is hard to control. I was worried that I might hurt you. "
Seeing that Harry was in a hurry to explain himself, Suzanne reached out and put her arm around his shoulder. "Don't be like this, Harry. Of course, I know what you mean. You are my best friend. Well, I'll remember to say hi to you next time, I promise. "
Smelling the fragrance of the girl's body and feeling the soft touch on his shoulder and back, Harry's body stiffened and did not move. Only his neck and ears were slowly covered in a layer of alluring red.
He lowered his head and avoided eye contact with the girl. He forced himself to say, "Of, of course. We grew up together. You've always been my best friend. I told you that as long as you need me, I will appear at any time. "
Hearing this, Suzanne was very happy. She increasingly felt that Harry was a good friend. She let go of the boy's shoulder and grinned at him. "Thank God that I met a good friend like you. Don't worry, Harry. I know that you've just become an Auror, so this is very simple. It will only take a minute. It won't delay your work. "
The black-haired girl was no longer lazy and indifferent. Her smile was bright and warm, just like a flower that had suddenly bloomed for you alone. It made people feel flattered and amazed. Looking at this dazzling beautiful smile, Harry's heart was in a daze. He was dizzy for a moment.
He said in a daze, "Okay, okay. What do you want me to do?"
Suzanne turned her gaze and knocked on the glass on the table. "I need you to help me take its soul."
Following Suzanne's movements, Harry saw that there was a dung beetle inside the glass. "… Huh?!" Was he hallucinating?
Suzanne understood very well why Harry's eyes were wide open and his mouth was wide open. He looked as if his worldview had been shattered.
Although the sorcerers had no taboos and would invent things like "big dung bombs," "ear-wax flavored chocolate," and "cockroach piles," which challenged the upper limit of human psychological tolerance, using Mind Extraction on a dung beetle was still beyond the limits of disgust.
To perform a soul search on a dung beetle … Was he trying to see how it had been eating before? Just imagining it made Harry's face turn green. He, he couldn't help but want to vomit.
Was Suzie playing a prank on him? Right, right?
But when he turned his head, he saw Suzanna staring at him with a serious expression. She didn't seem to be joking at all. Harry immediately froze.
No, it can't be, right? Suzie really wanted him to look at a dung beetle's memory? He, he, he … Harry wanted to cry for a long time. Under the black-haired girl's expectant gaze, he gritted his teeth and made up his mind. Damn it, wasn't it just a little disgusting? For Suzie, I'll do it!
Just when he had finally made up his mind and made up his mind to die a heroic death, Suzanna patted him on the shoulder and called him back from his world.
Looking at the young man's face changing from white to purple, from purple to black, and finally to a face that looked like he was ready to die, Suzanne was amused and touched.
Looking at Harry's expression, she knew that he had decided to sacrifice himself for her. Even if this request sounded like a prank, he had to agree. Harry was indeed her best friend.
The black-haired girl put a hand on Harry's shoulder and said with a smile, "Harry, in your impression, am I the kind of person who plays pranks on people?"
Harry quickly shook his head, afraid that Suzanne wouldn't believe him. He shook his head like a rattle-drum, clearly expressing his denial.
Ever since he met this girl when he was ten years old, he had seen her cause trouble. But he had never seen her pranks on people even once after being friends for so many years. At the end of the day, Suzie's personality had always been lazy. If it wasn't necessary, she didn't like to do unnecessary things.
Even if they were stirring up trouble, they still had a goal they wanted to achieve. They weren't just stirring up trouble for the sake of stirring up trouble. Compared to those guys who stirred up trouble because their lives were too boring and boring, they were much better.
With this thought in mind, Harry finally recovered from the shock of having to take the soul of a dung beetle, and he quickly regained his rationality. Since it wasn't a prank, Suzie asking him to do this was very thought-provoking.
Moreover, this house … He looked around at the decoration of the bedroom. This was obviously not a hotel, nor was it Suzanne's house.
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