Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

The night was uneventful. Since the Ellisons were not at home, Soul also lost his laziness and the alarm dinged on time.

Sur opened his eyes in a daze and stared at the ceiling in a daze. After waking up, he rubbed his face vigorously and got up. After a simple wash, he went to Angel's room to see the little girl. She slept soundly and her little pajamas were fluttering. He stood up, revealing his swollen belly.

According to Angel's biological clock, she should wake up in about half an hour.

This time was just used to make some breakfast. Although Suer was not very proficient in cooking, he could still make basic omelettes and toast.

Let's have a meal first, and then go to a restaurant at noon. The money left by Mr. Ellison is enough for them to live and drink in the past few days.

Suer, who was planning today's itinerary, went down the stairs and saw Harry sitting on the sofa from a distance.

When Harry woke up today, he still felt like he was in a dream. Yesterday's birthday was so dreamy. He went to an amusement park and ate hamburgers and big chicken drumsticks. They were the kind that he could eat by himself without Dudley. When fighting with him, there was no one around to find fault with him.

There are chicken drumsticks and more goodies in Hogwarts, but in a different sense.

I also received a birthday gift when I came back.

Happiness filled Harry's soul so much that he didn't even want to waste such happy time on such meaningless things as sleeping.

So he got up at dawn. There was no Aunt Petunia's shrill voice downstairs, and no one was forcing him to fry meat and eggs. With nothing to do, Harry sat on the sofa and read over and over again what his friends had sent him. letter, while smiling stupidly, until Su Er got up and went downstairs.

"Hey! Why are you giggling?" Suer patted Harry on the shoulder, making Harry tremble in fright.

"Good morning, Soul." Harry looked back and saw Soul breathing a sigh of relief, picking up the letter that had been frightened and folding it carefully.

"Good morning, how did you sleep yesterday?"

"Great." Harry said with a smile on his face. The big bed was soft and comfortable, and there was the fragrance of sunshine on the quilt, making him feel like he was back in Hogwarts.

"That's good." Suer nodded and strolled towards the kitchen.

"Do you need me to help you with anything?" Harry stood up quickly and followed him, "I always got up early to make breakfast when I was there."

"I'm good at frying meat."

"That's great. There happens to be bacon and ham in the refrigerator, so I'll leave it to you? By the way, can you make omelettes?" Soul felt relaxed, and Harry let him help if he wanted to.

"No problem." Harry patted his thin chest plate confidently, with a smile on his face, "Just take a look."

Harry took off Mrs. Ellison's apron behind the door and began to work like a little cook. This was the first time he made breakfast without any qualms in his heart.

As for toasting, it's even simpler. Sur just needs to turn on the machine, throw the toast slices into the toaster, and then wait for it to pop out with a clank and it's done.

The kitchen was left to Harry. Soul strolled around and took out the milk from the refrigerator, handing it to Harry and asking him to heat it up in a milk pot later.

Little Huihui and Hedwig, because the cage was occupied by the old Errol, the two owls held a mat in their mouths and took a nap in the corner, face to face.

Hey, it looks like these two will surprise Harry soon?Like to be a father?

"Meow." Crookshanks jumped down from the stairs and raised his hand to say hello to Soul. This big orange cat has been sticking to Angel every day since Hermione left for vacation, even sleeping together. After all, who wouldn’t be confused by a cute girl who smells like milk and gives herself snacks?

It nimbly rushed to its own rice bowl, which had been filled with cat food by Suer, followed by Angel who was sleeping a little.

"Guo Guo." Angel suddenly woke up when she saw Su Er filling the owl's food bowl with food and water downstairs, and bumped into Su Er's lower back like a cannonball with her short legs.

"Are you going to kill your only brother?" Suer squatted down, gently pressed his forehead against the little girl's head, and said affectionately.

"Hehe..." Angel smiled and kissed Suer.

Soon after, Suer came back downstairs with a freshly dressed Angel. Harry had diligently placed breakfast neatly on the dining table and looked at the two of them with some restraint.

The perfectly toasted slices of bread, the fragrant fried ham and bacon neatly occupied half of the plate, the golden omelette and three cups of hot milk.

"Wow, Brother Potter, you are so awesome." Angel praised without hesitation. After spending the day together yesterday, Angel and Harry had become familiar with each other.

The sweet and adorable voice of the little angel made Harry smile shyly.

"It's really good." Suer also gave Harry a thumbs up and took a bite of the bacon with his fork. The slight charring and the heat brought out the aroma of the meat just right.

Harry was really good at frying bacon.

"It's all very simple." Harry shyly sat down opposite Soul.

Thanks to the good cooking skills of the tool man Harry, the two of them had a very enjoyable breakfast. After the meal, Harry very diligently took the dishes and chopsticks into the kitchen and cleared the table with a rag.

"I'm good at washing dishes," Harry said, taking the sponge and getting ready to start working.

"No..." Suer shook his head and pointed under the sink, "There is a dishwasher."

This is a machine that Mr. Ellison invested in because he felt that his wife had to work hard at both cooking and washing dishes.

Well, but only Soul knew that dear dad was trying to avoid doing the dishes after dinner.

The TV was turned on, but Angel was not in front of the TV because the cartoons playing on the TV were not the cartoons she liked to watch.

Instead, an announcer in a suit was reading a report from a script. Next to him was a photo of a man with messy hair and unshaven beard.

"...Remind the public that Blake is armed and extremely dangerous. A dedicated hotline has been opened. The phone number is XXXX-XXXX. If you have any clues, please call and report. Reporters will be rewarded."

"It's so dangerous outside, why don't we go out today?" Harry stared at the TV and said worriedly.

"It's okay, Harry, we will only go to the zoo today and not to other places. There won't be any criminals there."

Soul comforted casually, with a thump in his heart. Black, this name was very familiar to him. It seemed that the Ministry of Magic took the Azkaban prison break very seriously. Even the Muggle world began to broadcast wanted notices.

His eyes flashed and he glanced at Harry with an inexplicable meaning. If he knew that the man on TV was actually his godfather...

Everything that Harry encountered in this world was hidden from behind. Old Bee must have some plans, and there was no need for him to tell Harry that the man in front of him was actually his relative.

Knowing something in advance without knowing the cause and effect will only be counterproductive.

In Soul's view, Black is actually not dangerous, although it is not ruled out that he may have some mental disorder due to being imprisoned in Azkaban for ten years and do something impulsively.

But he would never hurt Harry. From beginning to end, Black's only target for escaping from prison was Ron's Scabbers, who wanted to atone for his sins.

However, don't think that Soul has any change in Black. Professor Snape has now turned into this cold old bat, and Black is also to blame.

"Besides, if we don't go out, there won't be lunch or dinner today. Don't look at me, I can't cook."