Thump! Thump! Thump!
A knock on the door interrupted the conversation between mother and daughter.
Mrs. Bashar went downstairs to answer the door.
The golden-haired girl, Angelica, was not affected at all and continued to paint her nails.
Tang En stood at the door of No. 7 Privet Drive. As he raised his hand to knock on the door, his eyes could not help but glance diagonally across at No. 4 Privet Drive.
Decades later, it would be the house of the Dursleys, the savior of Harry Potter's uncle, but it was clear that the people living in the house now had nothing to do with the Dursleys.
Just like the house Tang En was knocking on, 7 Privet Drive, was not the place where the Squib old lady, who later secretly monitored and protected Harry Potter, lived.
The other party should still be a little girl.
The small window on the door opened, revealing a pair of vigilant eyes.
"Who are you looking for?"
"Is this Angelica Bashar's house?”
"And you are?"
"I'm Miss Bashar's classmate.”
The door opened.
Mrs. Bashar stood at the door, her eyes sizing up Twain.
Although Twain was still a boy, his sunny and handsome appearance was very eye-catching.
Coupled with his gentlemanly and polite bearing, it was easy to give people a sense of trust.
"Angelica's upstairs, please come in.”
After inviting Twain to sit on the sofa in the living room, Mrs. Bashar went upstairs to call Angelica.
In the room, Angelica put down her nail polish in satisfaction and opened her fingers to take a look.
"No matter who it is, tell him that I'm not free today.”
Mrs. Bashar's expression suddenly became a little unhappy.
"Angelica, I think you should go downstairs and meet that classmate. That's basic courtesy.”
Angelica blew on her freshly painted nails nonchalantly.
"He came to me without my permission. Is this manners?”
A voice suddenly sounded from the door.
"In fact, you were informed beforehand.”
It was Twain.
Angelica and Mrs. Bashar were both shocked.
There was no sound of footsteps or the stairs. Twain seemed to have appeared out of thin air.
Faced with the stunned duo, Twain reminded them,"
"Owl, remember?"
Before Angelica could speak, Mrs. Bashar spoke first.
"Hogwarts, which wizarding school are you a student at?”
"To be precise, a freshman like Miss Bashar.”
A hint of curiosity appeared in Angelica's eyes.
With his good looks and mysterious magic, Twain was more attractive to her than the nail polish on her fingers.
"Was that magic?"
"That's right."
"Can you perform again?"
"Sorry, I'm a wizard, not a magician!”
"Is there a difference?"
Twain took out his wand and pointed it at Angelica.
Shapeshifting Spell activated.
Angelica's porcelain doll-like delicate face instantly turned into a big pancake full of freckles.
Mrs. Bashar, who was the first to realize this, covered her mouth and shouted at God.
It was only then that Angelica realized that Twain had done something to her face and hurriedly turned to look in the mirror.
Ah!
A sharp shout echoed throughout the room.
With a bang, the window glass shattered.
Angry, Angelica turned her head. Her entire face was distorted, and it looked like she was going to turn into a giant bird's head.
Twain was stunned on the spot.
It was not just because his transformation spell was destroyed.
More importantly, Angelica's veela bloodline had actually surpassed that of a human's, giving her the ability to shapeshift.
Mrs. Bashar covered her mouth and was about to shout when Twain knocked her unconscious on the spot.
Angelica, who had witnessed all of this, was terrified.
No matter how mature she was, she was still an eleven-year-old girl.
She thought that Twain had killed her adoptive mother and was so frightened that she immediately returned to her original appearance and did not dare to make any more noise.
Her exquisite face was so beautiful that it was impossible to look straight at her. Coupled with her pitiful expression, this was much more lethal than the terrifying appearance of a monster.
Twain's eyes showed approval.
"Smart choice!"
"Miss Angelica, it seems that you have calmed down. Can we talk now?”
Angelica glanced at Mrs. Bashar's " corpse " on the floor.
"Is she dead?"
Twain looked at the blonde girl playfully.
"You want her to die?"
"No, I hope that someone else will die, if possible.”
Twain laughed.
"If Mr. Bashar heard this, he would be very sad.”
Angelica looked disgusted.
"Don't mention that disgusting fellow to me!”
"Don't worry, your adoptive mother is fine. She just fainted. As for your adoptive father-"
Under Angelica's expectant gaze, Twain changed the topic."
"I'm only in charge of negotiating with you about going to Hogwarts, not killing.”
Angelica, who realized that she had been tricked, was not angry.
Her bad temper was only directed at ordinary people. For someone like Twain, who could pose a huge threat to her, Angelica was not stupid enough to use her bad temper to challenge the limits of his patience.
"What are you going to do? Knock out my foster father and then take me away?”
"Why? Do you think there's a problem with this plan?”
"You don't need to spend money to learn magic?"
"Of course not. In the world of magic, knowledge is always the most expensive.”
"So? You expect an eleven-year-old girl to come up with such a large sum of money?”
"Hogwarts has special funding for students who cannot afford to pay.”
"If going to Hogwarts to learn magic is to let me live a pitiful life of being pitied and helped, I'd rather be an ordinary person!”
Twain shrugged regretfully.
"If you insist, I can only knock you unconscious and forcefully take you away.”
"There's one thing I want you to understand. I'm not here to bargain with you.”
Angelica crossed her arms and deliberately pulled down her silk pajamas, revealing her snow-white shoulders. She smiled at Twain.
This smile was beautiful beyond compare.
"Isn't that enough?"
There was a hint of charm in her voice.
Tang En looked obsessed with the beautiful scenery in front of him, but he replied with unusual certainty,""Of course not!"
Angelica was stunned.
This was the first time her charm failed on a man.
Angelica gritted her teeth and asked,"
"What do I have to do for you to help me?"
"Why do you think I can help you?”
"If you're not here to help me, why are you here?”
"You are very smart, but not smart enough!”
Twain stared at Angelica and said word by word,
"Even if you want to make a vase, you have to make a valuable vase. Otherwise, what's the use of just looking good?”
"Unless you can prove your worth to me!”
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