Chapter 150 15 North Sea

Early the next morning, the sun filled the rental house.

Noble was awakened from his sleep by the sound of brushing his teeth, and the roar of planes and air defense sirens could be heard vaguely outside the window.

He slowly straightened up from the bed, and a childish face poked his head out from the bathroom: "Hurry up, Dad, we are leaving."

"Well."

Norbert turned over and got up from the bed.

"Is everything packed?"

"Cleaned up."

Ruburt said as he brushed his teeth.

So Noble started to put some clothes into the box. He opened the box and inspected the fire dragon eggs snatched from the Far East freighter one by one.

But after checking, he felt that something was wrong, so he checked again, still nothing.

Norbert turned to ask his son who was having breakfast.

"What about the gray one?"

"What gray?"

Ruburt asked curiously.

"Grey, the gray one at home, a dragon species that hasn't hatched for decades."

"I took it,"

Ruburt stood up curiously, pointed at the box: "Hey, isn't it in there?"

"real?"

"Really, look." Ruburt pointed at the box, "Isn't it all gray?"

Noble then rummaged through the box again and asked, "Are you sure, it's the gray one on the closet?"

"The one on the closet isn't gray, it's colored."

Ruburt said seriously.

"What?"

Noble's expression froze for a moment, he was a little upset.

"That one is colored, the color is very strange."

Ruburt stuffed the food into his mouth and said babble.

Noble shook his head, suppressed the churning displeasure, and asked repeatedly: "Did you take it in?"

"The colored one? I don't seem to have accepted it."

Ruburt said.

Noble took a few deep breaths, put his hips on the wall, and hit the wall with his head a few times, but finally he became furious, he overturned the table, and the things on the table fell to the ground frequently.

"I'm betting on your fucking head! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!! Do you know how fucking stupid you are?"

Ruburt was taken aback by his father's sudden rage, and he collapsed on the ground, crying loudly.

"I don't see anything gray, the colored one is weird, I'm scared of it, I dare not"

"How many times have I told you, pack up and go, pack up and go! I asked you to do this, can't you do it!?"

Noble looked at Ruburt ferociously, and the veins on his neck bulged.

"I I. I."

Ruburt was speechless.

Noble frowned, raised his hand, and stopped Ruburt from speaking. He gasped in silence for about ten seconds, and finally, he looked up.

"No, I'm sorry, it's not your fault. You don't understand how important that egg is, and how precious it is."

"I I. I."

Norbert walked to the bed and sat down.

"I'm sorry, I asked you to pack a lot of things, but I didn't tell you how precious it is. You are not the roundworm in my stomach, are you?"

Ruburt nodded tremblingly.

Norbert stood up.

Start getting dressed.

Ruburt asked fearfully, "Where are you going, Dad?"

"I want to go back to our old home and get it back."

"But those people will definitely send someone to wait for you there."

"You'll know when you go."

he said nonchalantly. "You wait here for me obediently, until I come back."

"good."

Ruburt said. "Be careful."

Norbert: "You too."

He opened the door, closed the door, and walked downstairs to an unoccupied corner.

Norber took a few deep breaths, kicked the trash can on the ground, and turned the trash can over, scattering fish bones, paper scraps, swill and other things all over the floor.

"Shit!"

The man tore his hair:

"The machine for making manure!! I told you clearly, the gray one placed on the closet and in the shrine is very important! You insist on telling me that it is colored, are you a pig's head?"

He kicked the trash can more than ten meters away: "Shit, I've been studying it for forty years, you can forget everything! I'll ruin it all for you idiot!"

seven days later...

North Sea.

The waves of the coast lapped on the rocks one after another. It was drizzling in the sky for the next week, and the rain turned into a wandering mist, covering the sea outside the town.

The air in the seaside town was filled with a strange stench.

A short man with dirty brown hair and strong muscles appeared on the wet street. He carried a bag, wore a flat-brimmed hat, and had wary eyes.

The man was Noble who had been away from London for a week. Because he didn't dare to apparate, he took the train for a whole week and came to the place where he had lived before.

This is a deserted remote town. A street, with more than a dozen wooden houses lined up on both sides, is all the buildings that make up the town. A tavern, a grocery store, and a 'small hotel' where people live and work part-time.

The brownish-yellow wooden houses are neatly arranged on both sides of the street, and the dirty gray road is under the feet. Occasionally, some wet ground on the side of the road can be seen, which is obviously wet from the dirty water poured out.

Carefully avoiding the filthy water on the ground, he scanned his surroundings for any stalking Aurors.

Not long after, he came to a stone brick building. As I approached the stone-brick house, I happened to see a wooden sign hanging on the iron fence outside, on which was written crookedly in English: hotel accommodation.

Before entering the building, Norber felt that someone was watching him, so he looked up.

In the mist, there was a person on the balcony looking at him without blinking. The person looked very strange. This was a teenager with gray hair and golden eyes.

He was carrying a backpack and wearing a black leather jacket. Holding a cup of steaming hot cocoa in one hand, leaning on the railing with the other to look down, his eyes fixed on his face.

Noble took a look at that guy for no other reason, he had never seen such a strange looking person.

But after just a glance, he withdrew his gaze. That guy looked about the same age as his son, and he didn't deserve too much attention from him.

Walking into the hotel, a fat waitress in a white apron greeted her with a smile.

“Stay or dine.”

"No accommodation, just have breakfast." Norber looked around vigilantly, and sat down in the corner.

The waitress handed him the menu, and Noble ordered milk and biscuits.

Moments later, a fat woman in a gray and white apron walked in the door with a large tray and began distributing food.

When she came to Noble's table and put the food on the table, Noble asked her, "Excuse me, when will the boat to Rules Island leave today?"

The waitress was taken aback: "Rulers Island, there is no boat to go there."

"What? Why didn't the boat go by?"

Noble was surprised: "There were a lot of ships passing here before, and Falco didn't have a special ship."

"Falco is dead, and so are the other boatmen."

The waitress sighed and straightened up.

"It seems that you have lived here for a while, why don't you even know about this?"

Norber's eyes became serious: "How did he die?"

As soon as this matter was mentioned, the waitress immediately regained her spirits. She bent down and whispered: "The one who committed suicide, half a month ago, that island was haunted. Not only did Falco die, but even half of the people chose to commit suicide. You Don't you know about this?"

"Haunted? Suicide."

Norbert was startled.

"That's right, half of the people on that island went crazy and jumped into the sea to commit suicide." The waitress said sympathetically, "It was really a terrible night, after that night, no one would dare to stay on that island anymore. Those who were alive were evacuated from Rules Island by boat."

"Why did this happen?"

"No one knows, everyone says the place is haunted."

As she spoke, she poured a glass of milk for Norber, "No one dares to go to that island anymore, and I advise you not to go either."

After speaking, she left Noble's table.

Looking at the fat back of the waitress, Noble slowly picked up the milk and took a sip. After finishing drinking, he rubbed his chin suspiciously, and whispered to himself: "Someone committed suicide? Could it be Aziz?" Those dementors from Caban came out.?"

His eyes could not help turning to a British map hanging high on the wall, looking at the vast sea area on the map, thinking.

On the other side, the gray-haired boy was sitting in the corner. He pretended to be looking at the menu seriously, but he was staring at the strong man without blinking from the corner of his eye.