HP monster

Chapter 2 02

"Fried eggs, milk, ham... Maybe I should also order some bread and butter." Wearing an apron, he was busy in the kitchen, deliberately making the knives powerful, and the chopping board was vigorously chopping out piles of scratches. Such a house is finally a little more popular.

Satisfied to enjoy these sounds, I picked up the breakfast plate and ran to the dining room. I was about to set up two candles for a candlelight breakfast, but in a blink of an eye I caught a glimpse of Locke—an old-fashioned one that I had worked so hard to carry alone. Big ass TV.

"Damn..." I ran over, reached out and patted its heavy body, "I forgot to get a new remote when I went out last time, and the previous one—"

He hesitated and looked out the window, then at Locke.

"It will be three o'clock in the morning, and normal people should sleep at home." I told myself, "Besides, the snow keeps falling like this, maybe my footprints will be covered in a while, even if someone Finding footprints appearing out of nowhere, they will quickly realize how blinded they are...There will be no one to call the police."

The more you say this, the more you feel reasonable.

I saw my pupils shining brightly on Mr. Locke's screen.Blowing him a kiss excitedly, I slammed the rear wheel on the spot, and ran up to the second floor to dig out the torn cotton coat on Christmas Eve.

It wasn't until I stood in front of the electronics store that I realized that not only would there be no passers-by during this time period, but there would also be no bosses.

The electronics store is different from any other convenience store in that they have solid anti-theft measures. The thick security door is firmly nailed, and I can't move it without a key.

Defeated and returned.

When the mood is low, those thoughts of "don't make too much noise on the street" even turn into "why don't I make a bigger surprise for this group of people to have a Christmas party."

For example, use red paint to paint a chicken butt in front of every door in the Privet Drive area.

Or defecate in front of a lucky family's door.

This is simply too...surprising!

They will be happy!

Given the same lack of usable cans of red paint at three o'clock in the morning, I thought long and hard, even mapping entire streets in the snow to see exactly whose door making little gifts would make them more likely to fall asleep in their sleep Waking up to the smell.

"Is anyone there?"

The streets were dead silent.

Perhaps because of the comparison, it seems that the voice of this submissive little boy is particularly abrupt, as if it broke into my world inadvertently—at least the second before drawing the map, I didn’t do it well. Prepare to be spotted so close.

The most important thing is that I found that he didn't stay by my side for more than three seconds like other people and then leave in a daze.

Inexplicably a little nervous.I really don't want to admit that I was actually frightened by a cowardly brat who suddenly stood up and frantically wiped off the map drawn under my feet.

"Don't wipe it!" The little boy ran out of the yard in a hurry, his hands were bruised and purple from the cold, and he was still holding a small hoe in his right hand, "I, I mean...it's very beautiful, your drawing is really good."

It's like being dazed, and when he said that, I really didn't wipe it.Although the remaining ones are only mentally retarded graffiti and some crooked and incomprehensible lines.

"You can't talk?" He tentatively squatted ten centimeters in front of the map, lowered his head to study for a while, then raised his head and smirked at my right shoulder, "You are also affected by those strange things, you know, elementary school When I was in the third grade, I was chased and beaten by the gang led by Dudley, um...they were all big fat guys who weighed at least 160 pounds, I was terrified at that time, I just wanted to disappear quickly, but in the end they really disappeared."

His heart skipped a beat, but his body was extremely stiff. Hundreds of thousands of thoughts and plans passed through his mind, but in the end he just moved his body so that he could meet my eyes when he raised his head—of course, he didn’t Know.

He didn't get a response, he scratched his head shyly and smiled, put down the hoe, and rubbed his hands angrily, "You...you don't have to worry, although it's a bit lonely when you can't be seen, but It'll be over soon." He seemed to be used to talking to himself.If I hadn't interacted with him before, I could even believe that this kid has completely fallen into his own world.

Suddenly, he said, "shall we make a snowman?"

He waved the small hoe he had just put on the ground, looking excited, "You can use this, we still have pebbles and straw hats!"

...I was also affected by this inexplicable little ghost, which made me a little abnormal.When he said something like "Let's make a snowman!", my first reaction was not to take off his pants and tease him hard or put a ball of snowballs in his cotton coat to make his cold gums shiver.But really seriously consider the content contained in this sentence.

If you really want to pile up.

... Seeing that he looks like he really wants it very much, will Budui cry?Is it squeamish...cut.

...It's still early anyway.To accompany him?

...or just stay with him.Anyway...

When the brain has not reacted, the body has already acted involuntarily.He took the small hoe that was still waving in his hand, fetched a lot of snow that was clean on the surface, then wiped off his gloves and threw it on the steps, squatted down by himself and patted all the snow together, and then I squatted down and let them roll twice on the snow, and it looked a little stronger—just holding the idea of ​​"since I'm going to do it, let's make it the best in the world", it seems that this little devil is not very good. Nice to see, and even the way he sounds like a little monster...so give him a Christmas present.

The kid next to him made a fuss and screamed at the rolling snowball, although he was suppressed, he still looked like a bumpkin.

After frowning for a few times, I couldn't help but gave him a hard kick on the buttocks, telling him to shut up.

He muttered, and obediently squatted in front of Xueqiu, aggrieved.

It didn't take much time. Although it doesn't look shocking, it is already the most perfect masterpiece in the world for me.

Tilting his head and whistling, seeing the kid squatting blankly on the ground and tilting his head to watch the snowman take shape little by little, he couldn't help but kick him again.

"You..." He staggered to his feet with some hesitation—it seemed that he was really uncomfortable after squatting for too long.But is he a fool? !Why don't you stand up by yourself?

Sure enough, the brats are a bunch of idiots.

After defining it in this way, he snatched away the straw hat and pebbles in his hand, walked to the front of the chubby snowman, and carefully placed them one by one.

"It's amazing!" The little ghost screamed excitedly with a blushing face, but unfortunately this time he was not so lucky, as soon as he finished speaking, the door of the villa was pushed open from the inside with a loud bang.The sharp soprano almost cut through the air and rushed out of the universe. The long-necked woman with disheveled hair stared blankly at the snowman for a while, and then roared even more exaggeratedly: "Little monster! Where are the weeds you were told to remove?! Who is it?" You are allowed to spend the whole night building a snowman here!!"

Coincidentally, she happened to be the woman she met in the pizzeria yesterday, with two fat men, one big and one small.It's just that she didn't realize that she was so noisy at the time.

The little ghost was terribly frightened, with the back of his little blue-and-cold hand writhing uneasily behind his back, his head was so low that it was about to be stuffed into his crotch... He looked very hopeless.As a monster, you should have the dignity of a monster... If you are really the same kind, living like him is better than living freely with me.

He kicked up the snow on the ground, deliberately letting the woman see the unmanned pantomime "Crazy Blizzard" performed in a blank area.Sure enough, the woman screamed again, and then the loud sound of the fat man running came from the house.

Listen to the voice of joy, God bless the people who have so devoutly appreciated the performance.

Amen.

"Petunia! What's wrong? Oh my god!! Damn Potter, look at what you've done!!" I'm sure the fat man wasn't even awake when he yelled, he came almost reflexively Such a sentence.

"Vernon...there, there..."

"What?" The fat man looked suspiciously in the direction her trembling fingers were pointing at.Kindly explaining to the woman, I straightened up one leg and spun around in a circle.

"what--"

"Damn monster! It's your good deed again! Hurry up and get me back in the closet!!"

...It seems that this is the first time that the streets that have been deserted for 11 years have such a lively moment.

Dickas is supposed to be a polite child.

So, when the long-necked woman and the fat man were making a fuss, I went and took the straw hat off the snowman's head, patted the snow a little, and then put it on the scared kid's head , by the way pressed his head to express his thanks.

Walking home, at about five o'clock in the morning, the morning star was already hanging high in the mid-air of London, twinkling among the clouds and mist, symbolizing the coming of light.

What a wonderful Christmas morning.

The first thing I saw when I opened the door was Mr. Locke sitting quietly on the ground, the huge fuselage was covered with dust - I was lazy recently, I hope he won't be angry about it, besides, I lost his The remote control—scratched his head and stared blankly at Mr. Locke, endured it, and finally took tools like a wrench, sat cross-legged in front of him, and disassembled his fuselage piece by piece.

——Although this is very troublesome.

— but I think he'd like me to clean every part of his body.

That's right, believe in my ability, Mr. Locke, I can restore you to the original after cleaning up.

... I guess no one likes to be ripped open, but as a dirty TV, it might make him feel better to clean him up after comforting him.

The machine loading and unloading tutorial that I just used a long time ago was spread beside my legs. Just when I was about to start, there was a knock on the door that sounded polite.It sounds like tapping the knuckles of the index finger and middle finger, with a pause after every three taps. The sound is not too loud, but I can hear it clearly.

"Mr. Locke." I solemnly put down the wrench, patted the dirt on my butt, and said to Locke, "Come on, we are going to welcome the first guest in this apartment."

After thinking about it, he looked out the window and added: "I hope it's not the police, but I don't think the police in London can be so polite."