Chapter 139: Gabrielle of Comparison
After separating from the centaurs, the Defence Against the Dark Arts practice class ended without any other incidents.
I don't know if it's because of the difficulty of the course, or if it's because of the fact that the students have walked too many mountain trails, and the students look tired.
The same was true of Gabrielle, the little girl was too tired to walk down the road, so Rolf had to pick her up and walk towards Hogwarts.
The boy's back was so soft that Gabrielle dozed off, and by the time she returned to the castle she was asleep.
But at this time, Fleur was still in class, and Rov thought about it, so he carried Gabrielle into the black box and came to a wooden house.
There was a large bed in the room, and Rove put Gabrielle on the bed, gently took off her coat and shoes, and covered her with a light blanket.
When Rove was done, she was about to leave the room, but Gabrielle suddenly woke up, she sat up on the pillow, the blanket slipped to her waist, and muttered, "Rove, where is this?" β
"You're in my box." Rove said,
"Sleep well, and I'll wake you up when it's time to eat." Gabrielle hummed softly and lay back on the soft bed, but instead of sleeping, she muttered sleepily, "Rove, can you talk with me for a while?" I want to talk to you. Rove nodded, sat down on the edge of the bed, and asked, "How is it, I went to the Forbidden Forest today, and I wasn't scared, right?" β
"Nope." Gabrielle shook her head and said honestly, "Well, when I saw those centaurs, I was still a little scared, they were all so fierce." β
"Some centaurs are really hostile to wizards, but there are also centaurs who are friendly to us." Rove laughed.
"I know, just like in wizards, there are good guys and bad guys." Gabrielle blinked her sleepy eyes and asked, "Then do you and Bane's ex-fiancΓ©e know each other?" β
"Acquaintance." Rove nodded,
"Nemeria knows divination, and she has traded a lot of magical items with me in this way." Of course, he used to ignore Nemeria, but since he knew that the centaur tribe had a wooden coffin, he was ready to increase his cooperation with Nemeria!
"So, you lied to Bane?" Gabrielle asked.
"Yes." Rove nodded and admitted, "Gabrielle, it's not good to lie, and I don't want to lie either." But in the face of this kind of hostile people, sometimes we can't tell the truth completely, so that we can protect ourselves, right? β
"Yes, you have a point!" The little girl's eyes rolled, revealing a sense of cunning, and said, "I accidentally broke the flower pot last time, and if I had lied to my hostile mother at that time, saying that my father did it, I would definitely not have been reprimanded...... Rove, I'll do as you say in the future. β
"......" Rove scratched his hair, he seemed to have taken Gabrielle crookedly, and was about to explain, when he saw the little girl's sly and lovely gaze, he was relieved.
Gabrielle knew everything, but she deliberately distorted Rove's meaning to make herself anxious. Rove reached out and gently scratched the bridge of her nose, and said, "Don't say something strange, let your sister hear it, and think I took you badly." β
"No, my sister likes you the most!" Gabrielle grinned and asked curiously, "Where did Shirley go?" β
"She's feeding Madame Maxim's rune horse malt whiskey." In an envious tone, Gabrielle asked, "Rov, can I come to your box to take care of those magical creatures like Shirley?" β
"You're still young." Rove shook his head and said, "Let's talk about it when you grow up." β
"I'm not small, not small at all!" Gabrielle puffed up her chest and said solemnly: "Shirley became your assistant at the age of eleven, and I am now nine years old, only two years old." β
"But you don't understand anything." Rove said.
"Who said I didn't understand!" Gabrielle glanced out the window, made a cute leaning over gesture, and whispered, "Rove, I'll tell you a little secret." Rove leaned over curiously, and the little girl sat up, put her whole cheek to the boy's ear, and whispered, "I've been secretly learning by myself with my sister's previous textbook on the protection of magical beasts." I've finished my third grade and started my fourth grade, so I'll be able to catch up with Shirley soon. Gabrielle glanced nervously out the window, and after not seeing Shirley, she continued to admonish: "This little secret is only known to the two of us, you must not tell Shirley, otherwise she will definitely study hard, and I may not be able to catch up with her." β
"I don't tell Shirley." Rove reassured, and wondered, "Is it important to catch up with her progress?" β
"Of course it's important!" Gabrielle pouted and snorted: "When I catch up with her, I will be qualified to be your assistant, Shirley still needs a salary, I don't want it, you just have to eat and live!" Rove smiled dumbly, a little broken assistant, this can also be rolled up?
The little girl shook Rove's cuffs and smiled coquettishly, "Okay, okay?" Rove thought for a moment and said, "Gabrielle, the Magical Beasts Conservation class is a practical class, and you need to come into contact with magical beasts. β
"Is that so?" Gabrielle, that's it.
"Yes." Rove nodded, "And yes...... Although Shirley is in the fourth grade, in the field of magical beasts, it is far more than the level of the fourth grade. β
"She knows all the magical creatures in my box, knows their preferences, their living environment, their food, and she will treat them, deliver their babies, and ......" Gabrielle opened her mouth slightly, speechless in surprise.
Seeing that the little girl was hit hard, Rove looked very sad, so he comforted him: "It's okay, Shirley doesn't know as much as you at your age, and when you reach her age, you will definitely know more than her." Gabrielle sighed old-fashionedly, bit her lip, and said, "But when I was fourteen, Shirley still had five years more than me." β
"Why do you have to compete with Shirley?" Rove laughed.
"Who made her your assistant, and she looks so good!" Gabrito muttered, "I want to steal her place, I must be better than her." Rove smiled and reached out to rub Gabriel's head, and the little girl protested, "Don't touch your head, it's not tall!" Rove laughed and said, "You're already a lot taller than your peers, how tall do you want to grow?" Gabrielle stood on the bed, tapped Rove's head with her chin, and snorted, "You have to be taller than Shirley anyway." ββ¦β¦β¦β¦