"It hurts …"
Jon covered his forehead and struggled to open his eyes.
The sky had been bright for a long time. The dazzling sunlight shone in from the outside and hit his face, making him feel hot and dazzled.
He was lying on his bed. Of course, because he had returned to his own home.
Yesterday.
Anthony was right. This kind of thing couldn't be avoided, so after wandering outside for two days, he finally returned home. Fortunately, his father had already gone back to work.
But the women at home were even more difficult to face. His grandmother sat on the sofa majestically, his aunt looked at him with loving eyes, his cousin Béla was still gloating, and his mother was sitting directly opposite him with a face full of grief. The only lovable one was his little sister.
But the little baby in swaddling clothes didn't know how to feel sorry for her brother and directly vomited milk on Jon's face.
The loyal protector Kalidi was firmly blocked in the kitchen by the elf Jasmine. Jon heard his voice and felt very warm in his heart.
In any case, there was still someone who felt sorry for him – if the elf could be considered a person.
But of course, he couldn't let him in at this time. Jon knew what his elf was like. If he couldn't control himself, Kalidi's already maxed out verbal cannon skill might say something.
In such a serious atmosphere, if Kalidi suddenly said something like "the descendant of the great Hufflepuff", Jon's matter would be completely exposed.
At that time, in order to continue the noble bloodline of the legendary witches, it would be strange if his female elders, especially his grandmother, did not prepare to find a good girl for him. Then, when he reached the age, he would obediently stay at home and have children to carry on the family line.
This kind of thing could only be known to his family after his parents gave birth to a boy.
Thinking about it, it wasn't a bad thing to be misunderstood like this, right?
Jon's brain could turn three corners in a second, so he didn't care about this criticism at all.
Anyway, it was just repeating the same words over and over again. Jon had no intention of listening at all.
After expressing that he fully understood their painstaking efforts and would not run away casually in the future, Jon eloquently reassured his mother several times over before sending everyone back.
Life was tough.
If he had known this would happen, he wouldn't have run. Now, it was obvious that he had used up all the trust in him, which was not a good result.
After sending the women home, Jon was not in the mood to eat the French baked snails made by Carletti. He just sat on the sofa and drank a glass of red wine before returning to his room to rest.
Therefore, he had a bad dream that night.
...
So, there shouldn't be any problem?
Then why did his body feel like it had been f * cked the whole night, and it hurt as if his bones were falling apart?
Wait a minute … What kind of words are these?
After getting rid of the messy thoughts in his mind, Jon sat up and cast three doubts on himself. Then, he began to recall the strange dream from last night.
Someone was playing the Moonlight Sonata under the moonlight. There were many people, and it seemed to be some kind of celebration. But as for what his perspective was at that time … He forgot. It was probably something that happened somewhere else. Recently, he often had such strange dreams. He would dream of all kinds of places, whether it was a bright starry sky, snow-capped mountains, or turbulent streams of people, beasts walking in the woods, old people watering flowers, special personnel training, etc.
There were even beautiful girls.
It was only the first night after returning home, but the dream had become so strange. It was as if a healing documentary had turned into a horror film in the next second.
How could he have known that when he was shrouded in the moonlight last night, the purified blood of the legendary sorcerer and the purified blood of the Huaxia Empire had intertwined and caused some fluctuations, causing him to be accidentally hit by the aftermath of the moonlight?
Even if it was just the aftermath, it was enough to hurt his body.
But he wouldn't know any of this, because the dream would be quietly forgotten.
And the matter of forgetting the dream would also be forgotten.
After all, people in the world were used to this kind of thing.
"What the hell is this?"
Jon looked at the two clear, extremely small bloody marks on his chest in the mirror. It was as if he was scratched by something and then scabbed over.
Was he attacked at night?
Probably not. Jon grabbed a T-shirt from the shelf and put it on. This kind of strange thing didn't seem strange after so many times.
And it was said that paper could scratch people, so it wasn't a big deal to have bloody wounds on his body.
What else could be compared to his sexual orientation suspicion that had not been cleared?
Dragging his tired body downstairs, he saw that Kalidi had already prepared breakfast.
"Pumpkin porridge with fried lobster … and foie gras … What kind of strange breakfast combination is this?"
"This is made according to Madam Molly's nutritional diet, saying that it can nourish the body …"
"Pfff —"
Jon almost choked on the water in his mouth. He never thought that Carlyle could actually be persuaded to betray him.
"Next time, let's revert to the previous recipe, don't make it so … strange."
Jon reluctantly finished the nutritious breakfast.
Fortunately, he didn't have to stay at home for too long. In two days, he could go back to school.
There was still a week, so he could have a good rest.
After breakfast, the table was left to Kaledi to clean up. Jon sat on the sofa and read the Prophet's daily newspaper. While he was reading happily, he suddenly heard Kane's cry.
People said that pets would become like their owners after being raised for a long time. This was vividly reflected in Kane. If it wasn't for something really happening, Kane would never make such a cry.
"Is there an enemy coming?"
Jon raised his head in confusion and saw a familiar bird flying towards him.
Then it threw a letter on his lap and proudly flew around in a circle before flying away.
Phoenix Fox?
Why is Dumbledore looking for me?
Jon had just picked up the letter when Kaledi came over with a tea tray. Kane also flew down from upstairs, pitifully asking for a pet.
Kaledi was very perceptive and produced a plate of owl biscuits. While feeding Kane, he asked Jon what happened.
"Nothing, it's just a letter from Principal Dumbledore. Probably something to tell you."
Jon twisted his fingers and opened the letter. There was only a note inside.
Dumbledore invited him to have tea after school started?
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