Chapter Eighty-Four: Poor Cake
Louis entered the house, sat down on the couch, and found that the house was very clean, and I don't know if it was usually like this or because it was specially cleaned today. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info
Just as Harry's aunt, Miss Penny, was busy preparing tea and snacks for Louis, there was a commotion from upstairs.
"I'm very sorry, I'll go up for a bit, Mr. Pendragon. Fernon's face looked ugly, and the red light on his face just now was simply two extremes.
"What the hell are you doing, boy!" Fernon angrily opened the door to Harry's room, staring at Harry with wide eyes, "I warn you, a very distinguished guest has come today, and if you mess it all up for me, I swear, you'll regret it!"
"Oh, yes, I promise, no more sounds. Harry said slightly nervously.
When Fernon heard this, he glared at Harry viciously, then closed the door and walked down, he had more important things to do.
"I'm really sorry, Mr. Pendragon, but my pet cat upstairs knocked over a vase. Fernon said apologetically to Louis.
"It's all right, Mr. Fenon. Louis tasted the pudding, "Well, I have to say, your lady has a good job at making desserts." ”
"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Louis. Penny was pleasantly surprised, "It's great that you can like it, and if you can, you can bring some to taste on the way." ”
"Thank you in advance. Louis said with a smile.
"Bang" is again like the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground.
"I'm so sorry, I went up and locked up that naughty cat. Fenon's face swelled like a pig's liver, and he walked up the stairs in a menacing manner.
"I hope it didn't disturb you, Mr. Louis, that I have locked up that mischievous cat. Fernon smiled awkwardly.
Louis waved his hand and said, "These are small things, I won't care." I'd like to ask, I should almost let my ....... too."
As he spoke, Louis stopped suddenly. Because he noticed that the pudding cake that Lady Petunia had carefully prepared was slowly wafting towards them.
With a smashing sound of plates, the entire cake fell to the ground. Cream and butter were splashing everywhere, and Mr. and Mrs. Mason were turning their backs to it all, and they were startled by the suddenness of all this.
Unfortunately, because the pudding cake fell too close to Mr. and Mrs. Mason, they both got some on them. Mr. Fennon's eyes seemed to burst into flames, and he walked towards Harry at the top of the stairs.
He grabbed Harry and dragged him upstairs, and Louis could hear the door lock.
"Kick, kick, kick. With a heavy footstep, Mr. Fernon returned to the drawing-room.
"This is my relative's child, he has some problems with his head, and his parents have died, and now we are taking care of him. Fernon smiled more ugly than crying, "I didn't mean to deceive you, I'm really sorry. ”
"Oh, as long as Mr. Pendragon is not frightened, and the fact that you can take in such a child shows that you are very loving. Mrs. Mason said calmly as she wiped the cream she had spilled.
But unfortunately, her composure did not last long. For at this moment an owl flew in, dropped a letter in its mouth, and flew over the head of Mrs. Merlin, and flew out of the house.