lcionline Chapter 142 Mr. Granger’s broken back molar
Chapter 142 Mr. Granger’s broken back molar
"...a...hug between good friends?" Sisley pondered for a moment and said.
"Eh... forget it, you are all grown up now, so I won't say anything more, but..." As he said this, Mr. Granger somehow pulled out a Physics Holy Sword from behind. Rushing towards Sisley.
"Sisley! You must give me an explanation today! How long have you been like this!" Mr. Granger pounced on me like a hungry wolf with hatred.
"My life is at stake!" Sisley was shocked.
"Run away!" Hermione shouted.
Sisley rolled over and managed to avoid Mr. Granger's attack, while Hermione, the leaky little cotton-padded jacket, saw that the situation was not going well and quietly left the place to fetch reinforcements.
At this time, Mr. Granger was like a madman, holding the crowbar and sweeping it against the ground, trying to trip Sisley to the ground.
Seeing this, Sisley quickly retreated, then stepped on Mr. Granger's crowbar and stamped it hard. Mr. Granger didn't do anything, but instead made his own soles hurt.
"Uncle, please believe me. Hermione and I haven't been together for a long time. We haven't had time to do anything. What can I do when I'm only twelve years old?" Sisley explained while dodging with difficulty.
"You know a lot at your young age, Hermione is only twelve years old!" Mr. Granger casually dropped the crowbar and flew towards Sisley.
"I know as much as I can, but I can't put it into practice. Besides, I'm only twelve years old, and I'm not a twenty-year-old weirdo!" Sisley quickly turned around and ducked out from under Mr. Granger. said.
"You actually want to practice it!" Mr. Granger said angrily.
"What are you two doing!!!" At this time, a roar came from the door, making both the young and the old stiff for a while, and turned their heads to look at Mrs. Granger who was standing at the door with a gloomy face.
"Dear~"
"Aunt Granger~"
Sisley and Mr. Granger said at the same time, and there was even a hint of crying in their voices.
Mrs. Granger walked in and looked at the mess in the room and looked at Mr. Granger with some confusion.
"Sisley is just a child!" Mrs. Granger said sadly.
"Hermione is still a child!" Mr. Granger retorted.
"The two of them are of the same age, so do we still need to care about them?" Mrs. Granger sighed and comforted.
"I understand all the truth, but you don't know that this brat knows too much. I'm afraid of scaring you if I tell you." Mr. Granger said, dragging Sisley over.
"Dear! You don't understand that a twelve-year-old boy is a devil. What he thinks about every day is how to bully the one he loves, and how to use sweet words to coax a girl into...ah!" Mr. Granger was in pain. shouted.
"And not only are they twelve years old, the other demons are eighteen years old, sixteen years old, fourteen years old, seventeen years old, twenty-one years old, nineteen years old..." Gran Mr. Jay scrambled the numbers from twelve to one hundred in one breath. Sisley had never imagined that he could speak so fast before.
"You go back with me first, and we can have a good chat." Mrs. Granger sighed.
"I..." Mr. Granger was obviously still trying to struggle.
"one..."
"Okay." Mr. Granger suddenly withered and followed Mrs. Granger away, sometimes not forgetting to drag Hermione away as well.
"Uh...Daughter slave..." Sisley sighed speechlessly.
I waved my magic wand and the messy room became neat and orderly again. I sat on the sofa and watched a nature documentary.
Sisley was watching when there was a sudden roar behind him. He looked back and saw that Ethan had just come back carrying a squirming black sack.
"Sisley, can you please call Hermione? I'll teach you a magic." Ethan threw the dishonest sack to the ground and kicked it hard.
"I don't think it's very good. I hugged Hermione just now and was discovered by the uncle. There was a battle here just now." Sisley said with a grimace.
"This magic is really important. At least you are very important to your third graders. I'll explain it to Camaro." He took out a piece of magic silk and tied a button on the mouth of the sack and walked out of the room.
Not long after, Ethan opened the door again with a helpless expression.
Not only was Hermione following him, but so was Mr. Granger.
"Uh... uncle is here too?" Sisley raised his eyebrows awkwardly and said.
"Yeah, watch you, you brat, don't do anything." Mr. Granger sat on the sofa in the corner and watched quietly.
Sisley smiled awkwardly.
Thorne, on the other hand, got a whiteboard from nowhere, held a marker in his hand and began to write a spell on the blackboard [Calling God to Protect].
"Patronus Charm?" Sisley raised his eyebrows and said.
"Yes, have you looked at the future during this period?" Ethan nodded.
"No, I didn't feel there was any danger in the third grade, so I didn't look at it." Sisley shook his head and said.
"It's good that there is no danger, but it won't be peaceful, because the stupid Ministry of Magic said that a large number of dementors will be stationed in Hogwarts to catch a fugitive, and Dumbledore...tsk, tsk, tsk... .Being more and more cowardly, hum. It’s called careful consideration, tsk tsk tsk...”
"I see, where is the fugitive?" Sisley nodded and asked again.
"The idiots at the Ministry of Magic are dragging it. They imagine that if they can catch that guy before school starts, they won't have to expose this scandal. Fudge... tsk tsk tsk, his place is not even given to a troll." Ethan said sarcastically.
"Without further explanation, let me first let you take a look. There are roughly a few stages of the Patronus Charm. It releases a little bit of silver-white light, releases a light source to protect the person it shines on, and then materializes into your unique form. There are patron saints.”
"When I learned this spell, I hadn't learned the dark magic yet, so this time, Hermione, you hope to surpass Sisley." Ethan said.
Sisley curled his lips helplessly, looking at Hermione who seemed to be glowing, and said helplessly: "What about it?"
"Oh, you don't understand." Hermione patted Sisley's shoulder lightly, and looked at Mr. Granger, who was sitting in the corner, grinding his back molars.
Fortunately, there was no need to find another dentist, just Mrs. Granger.