"Of course. Tom said.

He picked a small cookie in the shape of a rabbit, "clicked", and ate it in one bite.

The cookies are crispy and delicious, with a hint of vanilla in the rich milky aroma, and a sweet chocolate aroma will be added after a few more chews.

"It's so delicious!" said Tom, "I think it's probably going to be the most popular dessert of the night." ”

Cynthia smiled proudly.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Tom's house began to come alive.

Carl was the first to arrive.

Tom tried his best to keep a polite and elegant smile on his face, but his eyes curved into crescents betrayed his mood.

He stepped forward and hugged Carl, eagerly leading Carl to the basement to experience the gadgets he had tossed during this time.

Tom was talking to Carl as he reached for the basement door.

Unbeknownst to him, the door did not move at all.

Strange to Tom, the basement door was never locked.

He thought it was because there were so many people who came to the house today, and Cynthia was worried that her little dresses would be soiled by the children, so he locked them, but he suddenly noticed that in a dark corner not far away, Rubelos was gesturing to him exaggeratedly.

At first, Tom hadn't reacted yet, and was still worried that the presence of Kubernetes would be noticed by Carl, causing panic among his friends.

He was about to explain a few words to distract Carl.

But Rubelos was so big that he almost jumped in front of Tom and yelled.

Tom finally sensed something was wrong, and quickly said to Carl with a sneer, "It looks like there is something wrong with the lock in the basement, next time I'll bring my proudest prop to the school to show you." ”

Carl smiled, but was visibly disappointed.

He nodded understandingly: "It's also unfortunate." But there are always accidents in life, just like last ......"

Without a trace, Tom ushered Carl back to the parlor and took an opportunity to walk to see Korubelos.

It turned out that because of Corubelos' appearance, Tom and Corubelos agreed that he would obediently stay in the room next to Tom's room specially prepared for Corubelos to have dinner and wait until the party was over before coming out.

But before the party even started, Rubelos broke the contract and ran out.

"What if someone finds out!" said Tom, who found Korubelos in a small room near the basement, crackling, "Didn't you say that you should stay in the room?"

The Rubelos stood up, waved his two front paws, and explained again and again: "I didn't mean to!"

It lowered its voice and leaned into Tom's ear and said, "I suddenly felt the breath of the Kulo cards and slipped out quietly." ”

"It's the Kuro card again!" Tom's shoulders collapsed, "at least let me rest for the day!"

He sighed: "Didn't you say that the Kurot cards without seals would be hidden and difficult to collect?

Rubelos also thought it strange, but more than that, he was happy - as long as the Kuro cards appeared at this frequency every day, it would only take a little more than a month for Tom to collect all the Kuro cards and become the real owner of the Kuro cards.

But it couldn't answer Tom's question now, and could only laugh "hehe".

"So," Tom thought of what had happened when he tried to push the basement door earlier, "the basement door won't open because of the Kuro cards?"

Rubelos nodded: "It should be, there is the strongest smell of the Kuro cards, especially when you go to push the door." ”

Tom sighed again, "Why do I think the unsealed Kuro cards are designed to cause trouble? reminds me of those mischievous kids in first grade." ”

You're still a kid!

But Rubelos complained in his heart.

"And what's the card that's coming up now?" Tom finally remembered what was going on, "I'll fix it when the party is over, nothing will happen, right?"

But Rubelos immediately replied, "Most likely, it's the 'ingot' card, because it was invented specifically to lock rooms." As long as you don't touch it, it'll always be there. ”

Tom nodded knowingly.

After seeing Korubelos return to his room, Tom returned to the parlor.

Almost all of the children he invited arrived, and Tom immediately put the Kuro cards behind and started a birthday party with his friends.

Cynthia and Marcus saw that Tom was having fun, so they went upstairs with confidence.

The children ate delicious food, ran around the house, and played their favorite games.

Tom was tired of playing and sat down and ate dessert.

Carl squeezed out of the crowd: "Tom!"

Tom tapped the chair next to him, and Carl sat down.

"Tomorrow is the weekend, what are your plans?" Carl picked up a glass of juice and drank it in one gulp.

"I would go with my mom and dad to visit my godfather's house. Tom replied.

He hadn't been to see his godfather for a long time, the last time he had been at Christmas last year.

Carl shoved another biscuit into his mouth, and as he was about to speak, he felt something quickly approaching them.

"It must be Claude playing with your plane. He laughed, looking up at the source of the sound.

An owl with gray feathers grabbed something over his head, threw it into Tom's arms, and flew out of the window quickly.

"Wow!" Carl let out a surprised voice, "This is the owl you trained?"

After speaking, he shook his head again and denied: "No, no, no, since I knew you, cats and dogs have taken a detour when they see you, and owls can't be trained by you." ”

Karl looked at the owl that was stopping in the distance to sort out its feathers, and was excited: "It's the first time I've seen an owl that can deliver something, let's see what it delivers." ”

But Tom had already put away the reply from Hogwarts sent by the owl: "It's just a letter, maybe it's a surprise from my father!"

"I didn't expect your dad to be so good!" Carl sighed.

Tom put on a proud look, nodded his head as a matter of course, and pulled Carl to continue blending in with the crowd.

The party went on until ten o'clock in the evening, and Tom and his parents had sent off their friends who had had a good time, and returned to his room to open the characteristic parchment envelope.