HP Dark Lord save the world

Chapter 99 Reply
When did this guy learn to flash fluorescent lights!Eyes are going to be blinded by it!

Itana reached out and snuffed out the ball of light above her head, and gave it a fierce look, "Is this how the spell is used?"

The puppet looked at her hand expressionlessly, through the connection with it, Itana even felt a little wronged.

"Are you still wronged?" Itana was about to be annoyed, "I said that you are not allowed to use magic power when I don't allow it? Your free activities tonight are gone!"

"Don't look at me, it's useless, do you know how dangerous it is to use magic indiscriminately?" Itana flicked its head again, "Okay, from now on, I will punish you to go back to the wall in the bag and think about it."

Itana picked up the puppet and stuffed it directly into the schoolbag, and at the same time cast a confinement spell around it to prevent it from touching other things around it.

As the saying goes, if the son does not teach, it is the father's fault. Although the golem is not a human being, it must be taught what it can and cannot do.

Today it is fluorescent flashing, and tomorrow it may be in a coma. If one day it makes an avatar to itself, it will be happy.

Correct values ​​must be established for children.

Itana thought about it and glanced at the dark night outside, and suddenly remembered that she hadn't eaten yet.

I don't know when Danlin will come back...

Let her think about what else she can do now, well, yes, Tom hasn't replied to him yet.

Taking advantage of the time now, Itana turned out the letter paper.

She first briefly described her experience during this period. Of course, certain cuts were made, such as being attacked in the middle of the night and the peculiarity of the land where Diana was. She didn't mention it at all.

Then she started to care about the other person's situation about the adoption and how they are doing now.

Then she mentioned that she had prepared a potion that could be used to enhance the magic power, but the effect could not be confirmed yet, but she already had an experimental method, and she was going to find some magic creatures to come back in a few days.

In the end, she expressed that she planned to stay at home during this period of time and concentrate on reading the books on her uncle's bookshelf, and would not go out unless necessary, and at the same time welcomed him to come to Knockturn Alley to find her.

After the letter was written, Itana left the bedroom and went to the balcony. Goya was sleeping in the cage, and seemed not to hear the footsteps of Itana coming.

"Hey, get up and go to work." Itana reminded.

Goya still buried his head under his wings, completely ignoring her.

Bang, clang, Itana simply reached out and knocked on the cage.

Then Goya pulled his head out from under the wings and yelled at Itana, seeming quite dissatisfied.

"Okay, okay, here, you can ask Tom for biscuits." Itana smiled and waved the letter in front of Goya's eyes, and then gently stroked its feathers to show comfort.

Goya yelled again, took the letter out of the cage, flapped his wings and disappeared into the night.

"What a diligent little girl." Itana sighed, turned back to the room, and took out the book that Danlin had given her earlier.

The one about homemade spells, not the Grimm's fairy tales.

……

Goya's white figure flitted under the sky and came to a valley.

The dark ridge is getting darker at night, and in the valley, a river flows quietly, and a three-story house with a courtyard stands on the bank of the river.

Its lights are reflected on the river, and several winged quadrupeds are walking on the river bank, bowing their heads to drink a few sips of water from time to time.

On the other side of the river, in the shadowy forest, creatures with strange silhouettes passed by from time to time, and occasionally stopped to stare at the houses with lights on the opposite side across the river.

Tom sat on the wicker chair on the balcony, quietly flipping through the book "Encyclopedia of Intermediate Spells and Spells" in his hand. Opposite him was a man and a woman.

The man looked to be in his 40s, with short blond hair combed back, and light purple eyes that looked a bit dull under the dim light.

At this moment, he is holding a paintbrush in his left hand and a palette in his right, painting and correcting a canvas side by side.

Opposite him is a brunette woman with a pretty face and gentle eyes. She is smiling and staring intently at her husband who is using her as a model in front of her.

Those who don't know the specific situation can see that the child is quiet and eager to learn, and the parents are deeply emotional. This is simply a standard harmonious family.

An owl came across the night and landed on the balcony railing.

Tom raised his head, put down the book in his hand, and didn't immediately reach out to pick up Goya's letter, but turned and entered the room.

After a while, he came over with two biscuits, took the letter and handed the biscuits to its mouth, smiling: "Itana only thought of replying to me now, thank you for your hard work."

Goya yelled as if agreeing, lowered his head and pecked at the biscuit in Tom's hand.

Tom stroked its feathers gently, and did not continue to say goodbye to it gently until it had finished the biscuits, "Go back, be careful on the road."

Watching the owl go away, the woman on the opposite side of the balcony smiled and said, "Did your friend give you a letter? Well, it's not good to keep borrowing someone else's owl. Let's go to Diagon Alley in two days. Buy an owl of your own."

Then she laughed again, "It doesn't matter if you don't want an owl, we have it at home, but it's better to go out for a walk, you can also choose other pets."

The man also turned back and smiled at Tom, but said nothing, because his wife had already finished what he wanted to say.

Looking at the couple, Tom smiled generously and nodded, "Thank you, Mrs. Wilson, when are you free?"

Jane Wilson glanced at her husband,
Larry Wilson tilted his head to think for a moment, looked at Tom, and then looked back at his wife, "How about tomorrow afternoon? I just had a rest."

Seeing the interaction between the two, Tom suddenly closed the book and smiled faintly: "I went upstairs to reply to my friend."

Tom walked up the stairs steadily, and the two of them stayed behind and continued to live quietly.

When he stepped on the last step of the stairs, the image of Itana's quiet and gentle smile suddenly popped up in his mind for some reason. This image made him pause, and the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up into an obvious arc.

If it was her, she would probably only show that kind of harmless smile when she was preparing to hide behind her back.

Moreover, even at that time, her eyes must have been as quiet and deep as a deep altar.

Tom sat down by the bed and opened the envelope.

"Hey, guess what I've been doing lately?"

The opening sentence is not the greeting that should be included in the letter specification, it is the text directly.

It's always her style.

Tom could almost imagine her tone, loose and leisurely, with occasional briskness in inexplicable places.

"I just formulated a potion to enhance magic power, but I don't know how it works. Do you think I should add a little to my uncle's coffee while he is not paying attention? Haha, just kidding, I have already figured out what to use for the experiment ..."

　Coming soon, hehe
　　
　
(End of this chapter)