The structure of the house was a mixture of brick and wood. There was a zigzag hillside next to the yard and a winding river next to it.
The small villa was already a bit crooked, and the middle of it was protruding toward the road. Its roof was tilted to one side, like a beret. The vertical of the house was also not satisfactory.
But anyway, the warm light from the house made Allen, who had been walking in the cold night for a long time, yearn for it.
The door opened with a creak, and a slender, pretty blonde girl with blue eyes walked out.
The fragrance of food slipped out from the crack of the door, and the soft light dyed the thick snow at the door with a layer of golden light.
"May I ask who you are?" The girl asked in confusion.
"I'm Filius Fleece. Fleevy, this is Allen? Harris, Leonard Knox? He came all the way from England to be a guest at Mr. Knox's invitation. Please forgive me if I offend you. "Professor Fleevy was gentle and graceful. It was obvious that he was a well-educated person.
"Ah, my uncle did say that, and I also received a letter from Uncle Knox today, saying that you two will be here as guests. Please come in! "
As soon as Professor Flick and Allen stepped into the room, a large feather duster automatically flew over, circled around the two of them, and gently patted the snow off their bodies.
Entering the hall, Allen found that the girl had turned on all the lights. The yellow and white lights intertwined, illuminating the whole hall. Although it was winter, the room was filled with all kinds of beautiful trees in full bloom, making it look lively.
It was probably maintained by a plant-type magic spell and a time-type magic spell! Allen did not know much about plants, so he secretly guessed.
The whole room was not luxurious, but it was full of vitality because of the daily magic.
An iron worked automatically in the corner, a drying rack rotated clumsily in front of the fire, and two long purple knitting needles on the sofa intertwined automatically, weaving a square pattern in a few strokes.
On the green marble coffee table in front of the sofa, there were several magazines scattered: Witch's Friend, Witch's Whispers, and Transfiguration Today.
Allen guessed that the girl might have been knitting on the sofa, reading magazines, and … drinking coffee. A cup of coffee with a lingering aroma was placed quietly on the coffee table.
What caught Allen's attention the most was the long table at the other end of the hall. The table was filled with all kinds of tempting food: a shiny grilled steak, Buffalo Spicy Chicken Wings neatly stacked on top of green vegetables, golden Alaskan cod fillet, Cobb Salad covered with all kinds of meats, avocados, and cheese … Eggnog sprinkled with a thick layer of pulp occasionally bubbled in a tall, transparent crystal pot.
Allen tried his best to restrain his desire. He tried his best not to look at the sumptuous food on the table, so as not to be rude in front of the host.
"Ian, come out quickly. Uncle Knox's guest is here!" Jessica said to a bowl-shaped metal on the wall. A muffled voice drifted from it, "I see, Jessica, I'll be right there!"
"Ian, my brother, likes to stay in his room. In school, he's the first in his grade! "Jessica smiled proudly and led Professor Fleevy and Allen to the dining table.
"Two distinguished guests, my name is Jessica Knox. I'm Knox, Uncle Knox's niece. You can tell me if you need anything. "
Jessica said as she directed two white handkerchiefs to be automatically dried after soaking them in hot water. Then, she flew a circle in front of Professor Fleevy and Allen.
Allen wiped his face and hands with the warm, clean handkerchiefs. He felt that the tiredness of the day seemed to disappear without a trace.
Knock, knock, knock. A tall and thin boy with stubborn short blond hair walked down the stairs.
He politely but distantly bowed to Professor Fleevy and greeted Allen.
"Well, I think we can eat this delicious food first. Uncle Knox might not come back until later. He said that we don't have to wait for him." Jessica quickly directed the knife and fork to cut the delicious food. Then, the food automatically jumped onto the plates in front of everyone.
The delicious food made the atmosphere in the room very harmonious. The cool-looking young man also relaxed his expression and greedily chewed the steak that was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.
Professor Fleevy took a big gulp of eggnog. When he spoke again, his sharp voice became very loud. The other three people couldn't help but laugh.
After eating and drinking to their heart's content, Professor Fleevy and Allen were placed in a guest room on the second floor. The two neat single beds looked very comfortable.
Professor Fleevy sorted out his luggage, while Allen sat on the bed and read a book called Self-Defense Spells provided by Professor Fleevy. There were also some notes of Professor Fleevy in the book. Allen read it with great interest.
After a long time, Jessica, wearing patterned blue pajamas, knocked on the door tentatively. After receiving permission, she walked in with two cups of hot cocoa on a tray. The hot cocoa was still stirring automatically.
"I think you might want to have a hot drink!" Jessica carefully handed the cups to Professor Fleevy and Allen.
Professor Fleevy thanked her politely and took the hot cocoa. Allen put the book in his hand on the bedside table and took the hot cocoa with both of his hands. He expressed his gratitude in satisfaction.
Seeing the book that Allen put on the bedside table, Jessica's eyes lit up. She pointed at Self-Defense Spells and asked, "Is this the book you use in your spells class?"
"Oh, this? Nope. In fact, this is a book about Defense Against Black Magic, "Allen said gently.
"Then this is the textbook for Defense Against Black Magic?" Jessica asked with interest.
"Nope." Allen scratched his head and took out the textbook for Defense Against Black Magic from the many textbooks in his luggage. It was not difficult at all because there were too many of them.
"Here, these are the textbooks for our Defense Against Black Magic class." Allen generously handed the textbook that looked like a new book to Jessica.
On the cover was Gidro Harcourt with his blonde curly hair. Lockhart blinked his eyes impudently.
"Breaking with the Female Ghost, Gidro Harcourt. Walking with the Ghouls, by Lionel Lockhart, Gideon Lockhart. On Holiday with the Hag. Gideon Harlow. It seems that this Gidro Harcourt is very good. Lockhart is very impressive. There are seven books written by him in a row! "Jessica flipped through the pages with interest.
"Actually..." Allen thought for a while and decided not to reveal Professor Harcourt's true identity. "He is the professor of our Defense Against Black Magic class."
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