"Werewolf...?" Mr. Granger was a little incredulous, but he also got used to it, after all, his daughter was a wizard, and their teacher was also a werewolf, so it was acceptable for a werewolf to suddenly appear in his house...... What a fart!!

"Why did a werewolf pop out of my house!?" Mr. Granger cried out in horror, glaring. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Hermione swallowed with palpitations and explained, "Didn't Caroline borrow a book that you and your mother wrote when she left?" I was curious, so I took one from the bookshelf and went back to the bedroom to see... After reading a few pages, the real book bounced off and jumped out of the werewolf ......"

Mr. and Mrs. Granger: "?"

"Are you reading that book called The Werewolf of the Night?" Caroline's eyes widened, and she interjected suddenly.

Hermione nodded yes.

"Coincidentally~" Roger slapped his face suddenly: "There was a snow monster in the "Pasadena Snow Monster" that Caroline borrowed just now. ”

We're not stupid! This is obviously very strange, okay!! Mr. Granger is complaining wildly.

It seems that the spit is also genetically inherited...

"But how is this possible? I'll flip through it if I'm fine... How could it be from a book..."Mrs. Granger's face was so pale that she couldn't stand on her feet, and even a horror writer would be shocked enough to encounter such a thing.

But before she could say any more, another popping sound sounded on the second floor, and this familiar movement made Roger, Caroline, and Hermione react instantly, and another monster jumped out of the book!

Hermione's face changed, and she turned around and immediately ran upstairs.

The Granger couple didn't have to let their daughter take that risk, and reached out to grab the girl, but his fingers slipped and didn't pull the corner of the dress.

"Don't worry, just leave it to me!" Caroline said to the couple domineeringly, and jumped in front of Hermione by jumping over the handrail of the stairs.

Mr. and Mrs. Granger found tonight to be really exciting... looked at Caroline, who had already run upstairs, and then looked at Roger in front of her, and didn't know what to say......

"Well... Excuse me, I need a staircase..."The boy looked at the petrified Granger couple and smacked his lips elsewhere, after all, it was better not to irritate them anymore.

It wasn't until Roger scrambled past the two that the Granger couple reacted and hurriedly followed.

No matter how dangerous Hermione is, where can they rest assured, even if the girl is a pure wizard, she is just a child in their eyes.

But when they all ran to the study, everything was as usual, except for a wordless book spread out on the floor.

No monsters, no roars, no destruction in the room.

Roger asked Caroline, the first to enter the house, with his eyes in his eyes.

The old lady shook her head silently, signaling that this was the case as soon as she came in.

"Look at the title of the book—" Mr. Granger did not dare to gasp when he entered the room, and said this silently with his lips.

As the author of these horror novels, it is natural to know what kind of terrifying monsters are contained in them.

Hermione was infected by her father's approach, and cautiously leaned over and bent down to pick up the book: "Lawn Dwarves..."

As soon as the words fell, there was a sudden "click" sound in the corner of the study, which was not loud.

Roger turned his head suddenly, and a pottery dwarf that was common in England as a decoration on the lawn stood abruptly.

A pointed red hat, dressed in Santa Claus's red clothes, a large white beard and holding a small hoe in his hand, twenty centimeters high, with a toy-specific stiff smile on his face.

The first "click" is like blowing the horn of appearance, and the whole study begins to hear the "click" sound, these miniature Santa Claus or holding a mini shovel or holding a mini pickaxe, appear in all kinds of unexpected places.

In the drawer of the desk, in the gap of the summer vacation, in the teapot with the lid on the table, in the dark corner of the floor...

The group of toy dwarfs, who did not look threatening, appeared and clicked together in the center of the study, separating the two girls and Roger.

"Yo, there's such a little thing in a horror story, it looks like it's fun~" Roger said with a smile as he looked at the pottery toys gathered together.

"They're not friendly!!run!" said Mr. Granger, his face changed dramatically, and he yelled at the girls on the other side of the room.

At the same time, the expressions of these pottery dwarfs changed, and they suddenly became fierce, and three or two of them gathered together, waving the small shovels in their hands and rushed towards the people in the study.

Roger lifted his kick and turned the fastest one into pieces.

Hermione and Caroline did the same, kicking the pottery objects against the wall with one foot and one right kick in hand-to-hand combat.

"I still think they're cute," the boy grinned back at Mr. Granger as he crushed the splinters with the soles of his feet.

"Don't underestimate them, these dwarves will cooperate—" Mr. Granger could finish his sentence as the lights in the room flickered, and the bright chandelier on the top creaked and fell straight at Hermione and Caroline.

Roger's face tightened, his feet thumped, and he leaped out between the lightning and flint, pushing the two girls away from where the chandelier had fallen.

The glass of the lampshade shattered, the iron frame went straight to the bone, and the right eye was unfortunately pierced deep by a large piece of glass.

Roger stood on the floor staring straight at the chandelier shelf, his left eye glancing at the dwarfs hanging from the ceiling: "Tsk... A large force attracts attention, and a small team conducts a sneak attack, and this thing will cooperate? They have brains? Aren't they empty shells?"

Granger and his wife did not react, and pointed at the boy with their mouths half open, unable to say a word, this scene was much more terrifying than those dwarfs, and while Roger was speaking, these little toys were not idle, and they clicked quickly.

A dozen dwarven elves had torn the curtains and knotted them, climbed to the top of the bookshelf and placed them on Mr. Granger's neck, and with a forceful lift, Mr. Granger's feet dangled off the ground.

Knocked to the ground by Roger, Hermione immediately waved her wand and pointed at the top of the bookshelf: "Boom, boom, explosion!"

A flash of light flashed, and a dozen dwarfs were blown to pieces by the spell, and Mr. Granger fell to the ground.

These little toy-like monsters might be a little bit of trouble against ordinary people, but for wizards, they're really just toys.