Chapter 158 Living

Marriage, even with the help of the Rozier family, is still an extremely cumbersome matter.

It was at this time that Anton knew that Lu Ping's parents were still alive.

He didn't know whether it was Lupine who didn't want to disturb his parents' lives because of his werewolf status, or the unique thinking of foreigners. Anyway, Lupine had been wandering all these years.

He even wondered whether Lupine would have resentment towards his father, after all, it was because of his father's cheap mouth back then that finally led to his lifetime of misery.

But anyway, getting a new life, finding a life partner, and getting married Lupine still hopes to get the blessing of his parents.

Lupine's expression was complicated, and Ilsa held his hand tenderly, "I'm with you."

At such times, Lupine would always force himself to laugh.

Some people are like this, they are used to gentleness, they force themselves, and they also force themselves to get used to it.

Ilsa couldn't see this, "If you are unhappy, you can get angry at me, you can complain loudly, I don't mind."

This Mr. Werewolf was always a little less wild, too gentle.

Then Lupine laughed wildly manly, picked up Ilsa, and strode away amidst her exclamation.

"..."

Only Anton and Anna were left looking at each other.

Shrugging, Anton looked at the list they had compiled.

There were not many people to contact in person, and Lupine's relationships were pitifully simple.

Most of them are old comrades who met when they joined the Order of the Phoenix with Potter, and friends such as the Weasleys and Mrs. Weasley who met with Potter back then.

When James Potter was alive, Lupine knew many, many people.

After Potter died, no one took him with him anymore.

Poor Lupine.

The task assigned to Anton and Anna was to deliver invitations to the Weasleys.

This was Ilsa's idea, and she seriously told the two little guys, "Walk more, look more, don't lock yourself in the dark castle anymore!"

It's annoying, and it warms my heart. Anton, who has been an orphan for two lifetimes, is very happy to have such a parent who cares about him.

There is simply nothing to do now, they simply sit on the broomsticks and take off.

The Weasleys live in Devon, England, in a small village called 'Ottery-St Catchpole Village'.

There is a very interesting coincidence, Ottery means 'beside the Otter River', and St. Catchpole means 'judicial officer'. It is estimated that Arthur chose to live here at that time. interesting thought.

Take a broomstick and fly all the way along the Otter River. There are many villages and towns on both sides of the river.

Soon, a steep hill came into view. This was the 'Ermine Hill' marked on the map. This was the point where the Portkeys were commonly used in various competitions.

There are many wizarding families living here, the Diggory family (Gryffindor's handsome senior Cedric), the Lovegood family (the little fairy Luna), the Fawcett family...

On the south side of the village at the foot of Ermine Mountain, leaning against a small hill, next to the Otter River, surrounded by bushes, the Burrow of the Weasley family is here.

Crooked houses, huge gardens and vegetable gardens, tin warehouses, pig pens and small circular ponds for raising ducks...

"The wizard family I imagined looks like this." Anton smiled.

"It looks very warm." Anna smiled slightly.

The two landed on the open space next to the vegetable garden. They planned to go in. A group of weird little brown-skinned men who were only a dozen centimeters tall carried fishing rods made of twigs and lined up from the bushes to the vegetable garden. advance.

Their bald heads are about the size of potatoes, and they walk forward with thick feet, hey~ hey~, yelling in a low voice.

This is the goblin, the little elf of the land.

It looks like fun.

Anton and Anna squatted down to observe with great interest.

There are many kinds of elves in the wizarding world. These humanoid creatures generally do not have a high IQ. Even if they can speak human languages, many of them actually only have the logical ability of a few-year-old child.

Like the Cornish elves (the kind that Lockhart put out in class), blue skinned, fly without wings, but only mischievous.

The most famous are the house elves.

Or it is also called house elf. In ancient times, this kind of elf often haunted houses, entered the master's house, and exchanged porridge, honey, and cream for life through labor.

This kind of creature has a kind of arrogance that is difficult for humans to understand. If the owner intends to give them clothes and let them change the old clothes on their bodies, they will feel humiliated and leave the house to find a new owner.

Some even attack their hosts because they don't give food but money.

Similar to the European version of the snail girl.

Of course, times have changed, and with the changing times, house-elves are now only found in old wizarding families. They obviously found their own way of survival early, sheltered the most powerful group of people in the world, and dedicated their loyalty to their masters.

Yes, loyalty, this is the most basic requirement of a wizarding family for a house-elf.

A wizard is a dangerous creature, not only to others, but also to himself.

A home-dwelling elf, malicious and disloyal, just sneaks a little gibberish into your potion, and that wizarding family might even be wiped out overnight.

Or these creatures who are frequently in contact with family affairs, go to other places to talk about family affairs and secrets, it is simply a disaster.

But obviously, some people are too proud, accustomed to the services of elves, and take this creature as a mere servant for granted. They don't understand the nature of house elves, and finally cause a certain elf named 'Dobby' to be divorced from Germany. , pitted himself.

They are not creatures conquered and enslaved by wizards, they are born like this, most of them are simple-minded, like parasites, they have no way to survive alone.

But it is precisely this characteristic that allows them to survive until now. Naturally gifted with apparition and not weak magic power, if this kind of creature could survive alone, it would not be able to live at all, and it would have been washed away from the earth by wizards long ago.

"Hush~" Anton whistled.

A goblin stared blankly at him, and was picked up by Anton for observation.

After a while, other goblins also gathered around to watch the excitement.

It's not easy to catch this kind of fool, who actually likes to eat melons and doesn't know how to escape.

Under the wizard's eyes, the image of the magic in the goblin's body was pitifully weak, with only a few incoherent lines.

The goblin's only offensive ability is what appears to be sharp teeth.

Anton raised his eyebrows. He found an interesting thing. Because of the simplest magic image, he saw the most primitive and basic image line basis.

Write down this line silently.

"Hey Anton, what are you doing?"

Anton looked up, oh, there are so many red hairs.

George and Fred, Ron, Ginny, Mr Arthur, and Percy looking out of the third-floor window.

...

Although the Burrow is a bit small, it has the taste of home.

Percy didn't like Anton very much, probably because he felt that Anton was not self-motivated - it was a waste of not being able to dominate the first year of Slytherin despite being so good.

But he still came out of the room and said hello, which seemed very decent.

This one is more suitable to be a Slytherin.

Interestingly, Harry Potter was also in the Burrow, and a group of people crowded into the dining room on the first floor, which was full and very warm.

It is said that the night after his birthday, Ron and the twins picked him up in a flying car.

This freed him from the sudden embarrassment at home, and his uncle's attitude towards him suddenly became extraordinarily good.

When the fantasy of the past finally came true, Harry Potter only felt extremely uncomfortable.

man~

Tut tut!

Anton smiled and looked at Harry who was talking excitedly, and Ron who described the fun of driving a flying car.

To be honest, he was not worth it for Lupine. He lived so cautiously and wanted to take Harry home so much, but still needed to find a way to get Dumbledore's permission. Look at others, tsk.

But anyway, the Weasleys were nice relatives too, and Anton didn't say anything.

"Lupine is finally getting married!" Arthur looked at the invitation happily. This bald middle-aged man had a heartfelt smile on his face.

"Lupine is a good man and deserves a better life." Molly said with emotion.

"Yes!" Anton nodded vigorously, "Uncle Lupine will be happier and happier, he has already started a new life!"

Dear book friends, I decided to update three times a day in the future. The update of the previous two days, how to say, is beyond my power. There is no time to reconsider after writing. Especially Chapter 151, according to my past habits, even if I finished writing it, I would delete it and change it to a paragraph, which probably would not exceed 200 words, but for the sake of the fourth update, I didn't think so much at all. I have watched it many times, yes, I am not satisfied with the result. In the third watch, I can sort out the plot better and write some content that I think is valuable, at least worthy of your subscription.

Finally, thank you for your continued support, thank you.

——A sincere author.

ps: The content of the house-elf is not secondary, it is European folklore. I read it on Rowling's official website, and most of the magical animals in her stories have references to their original forms.