Chapter Ninety-Three: Why Are Holidays So Short?

"Oh, Arthur, what are you doing?" came Mrs. Weasley's scream. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info it seems that he was caught by the real card?

Then she was heard shouting, "Take the lead in the fight in front of the children, and see the good things you do Arthur!"

So Mr. Weasley and Malfoy's dad were fighting? In fact, Louis already knew that they were fighting, so he didn't want to .....

But since it was a fight, it didn't make much sense, so Louis stepped forward and said, "Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Weasley, you guys are not fighting in the bookstore, how do you think about it at this point?" Mrs. Weasley stepped forward and pulled Mr. Weasley away.

"Isn't this Pendragon?" said Mr. Malfoy, straightening his clothes, "I'm sorry to have you see such a scene, and to invite me to my house next time I have the chance." "This is the best thing your poor father can give you, cherish it, little girl," he said, shoving a tattered transfiguration book into Ginny's hand. ”

With that, he gestured to Louis, and then pulled little Malfoy out of the bookstore.

Louis looked at Mr. Weasley, whose eyes were smashed into black circles, and said, "It's very unwise for you to fight him here, Mr. Weasley." ”

"Louis is right, Arthur, you shouldn't have a conflict with him. Mrs. Weasley said as she helped Mr. Weasley straighten his clothes.

"It's not that I want to get into trouble with him, it's that Lucius Malfoy is here on purpose. Mr. Weasley said indignantly, "Damn it, I'll get Lucius Malfoy by the hand sooner or later!"

Louis looked helplessly at the angry Weasley, if it weren't for Dumbledore standing behind him, Weasley himself would have been killed by Malfoy.

"Merlin's beard, anyway, take the lead in the fight..... What would Girold Lockhart say?" complained Mrs. Weasley. In her opinion, it would be bad if she made a bad impression on Lockhart.

"I thought, I guess it's better to get out of here now. Louis interrupted Mrs. Weasley's complaint, for she might have to say how long she looked.

As the group returned to the Leaky Cauldron, they were much quieter than they had been. Since Harry and the Weasleys were going back with Floo powder, Hermione was going back by bus. If it weren't for Mrs. Weasley's watching, Louis assured that Mr. Weasley would have sneaked along, and he was very interested in the bus stop.

After everyone returned to their homes, Louis also returned to his castle, and after saying hello to his father and mother, he began to live a life of eating and waiting for death.

"Young master, it's time to get ready to get on the train. The little maid pushed open the door and looked at Louis, who was sleeping soundly.

"Hmm... I'll just sleep for another five minutes...... Call... Phew..."Louis fell asleep as if he was awake, and then he could not resist the gravitational pull of the center of the earth and collapsed on the bed.

The little maid looked helplessly at Louis, who was still sleeping, and this situation had been repeated five times.

"Young master, you must get up, or you won't be able to catch the train. The little maid continued, and if she had given up waiting another five minutes to call, she would have continued to repeat the scene. As a qualified maid, it is a very detrimental thing to the image of a maid to make the master late.

"Alright, alright......," Louis rubbed his eyes, and with all his strength he stood up, cooperating with the little maid to help him change his clothes. Just as the little maid was helping him change his clothes, he managed to squint for another minute, which was a cross-generational victory!

"What about father and mother, where have they gone?" asked Louis, confused. It stands to reason that his parents should be ready to take him to the train at this time, but they also overslept?

"The lord and the lady have gone on a trip, supposedly to the wizarding world of the United States. Linda replied.

What kind of parents are these...... Don't you even send your son to school.... If it weren't for the fact that he was born to see his current parents, he would definitely think he was adopted.

"And how do we get there?" asked Louis casually.

"The lord and the lady have prepared the car, and the driver will take us directly. Linda replied.

"Merlin's beard, they're too irresponsible, even I don't need them to send it, but I'd better ask. Louis grunted.

Linda didn't answer with a lot of interest, and if it was time to talk to him, he would definitely complain endlessly. They got their things ready and got into the car that the Pendragons had prepared, although the car was already very luxurious, but Louis, who was in a bad mood, was picking and complaining about the car.

In the midst of Louis's complaints, they reached the platform, and the little maid was glad that she no longer had to listen to her young master's complaints.