Dementors of the Blakes

Chapter 27 Who Burned My House

It's a pity that things always backfire in this world.

I soon discovered that Merlin and his old man had played another big joke on me.

My house... is on fire...

I was not at home when the fire broke out, and I didn't know the news until the fire was halfway through the sky.

Since I was driven back by a large group of Muggle residents, I didn't even have a chance to apparate, and when I arrived, it was too late...

All I could do was watch as the Muggle firefighters put out the fire, and I... the owner of the house couldn't even wave a wand in front of everyone.

Tragedy, how could this happen! ?

Although it is a new house I just moved in, and it is in a Muggle town, I did not apply any advanced defensive magic in the house, but there is still the minimum disaster prevention magic, how can this be? Will it burn?

I stared dumbfounded at the darkened house in a blink of an eye, feeling as if a knife had broken my heart, this is my new home! ! !

However, it doesn't matter, I comfort myself, I still have the magic spell "recovery"...

But, looking at the huge crowd of enthusiastic onlookers around me... I found it even more tragic that now probably the whole town knows that the newcomer Blake's house was destroyed by fire, unless I don't want to hang out here anymore, or everyone in the town has one Forgetting the Curse, otherwise, I wouldn't be able to "recover" this pile of black paint overnight...

Depend on!Who did this! !

Just as I was feeling sad and angry, the culprit quickly turned himself in.

That nasty bandage freak Mr. White walked out slowly from behind the crowd with calm steps, and then told me very calmly: "Because of my small mistake, I have caused such a serious loss to Mr. Black, I deeply feel Sorry, I am willing to bear some economic losses."

...I was instantly enraged. Only I, the person involved, can understand how careless and unreasonable his tone is!

I silently recited "Don't care about Muggles" several times in my heart, and finally squeezed out a more civilized question through my teeth: "Mr. White...can you tell me what you did?"

Isn't this guy claiming that he hardly ever goes out?Then what earth-shattering feat did he do to burn down a house across an alley?

"I set off fireworks on the balcony," he said.

As far as I know, today is not a holiday, and there is no special event that needs to be celebrated with fireworks!Oh my god, how could Muggles like that kind of sparkle?Neither safe nor as good as a random spell, it's so boring!

I continued to look at him, this reason is too insufficient, and you want to dismiss me based on this?

Forced to do so, this guy finally added slowly: "I'm setting off fireworks to amuse the Sith downstairs... That firework stick is a poor quality product, it flew out of my hand...and rushed into your house .”

...if, I remember correctly, Sith was the name of his dog!

He set off fireworks to tease the dog!

This neuropathy! ! !

Probably because my eyes were too ferocious, the surrounding residents had to come out to comfort me, but at this moment, Mr. White suddenly reached out and lowered his hat, and there were two dark clouds floating above his head.

He said: "Fortunately, Mr. Black, you are fine, otherwise I must feel guilty to death."

...If you can be more sincere when you say guilt, I can believe it, you bastard! ! !

"In case Mr. Black is injured because of my mistake." He paused, "I will definitely die."

I was not touched by this sentence, but trembled with aversion to cold.

"I am willing to take all the responsibilities." He touched the brim of his hat, "The police haven't arrived yet, probably on the way... lost, Mr. Black, can we discuss privately?"

police?Oh...the Aurors of the Muggle world, this efficiency is really slow.

To be honest, I'm very angry now. As far as feelings are concerned, I don't want to be private at all. It is said that Muggles don't like to have too much entanglement with the police. That's why Mr. White wants to be private, right?

What's more, he himself is a lonely person.

However, as far as reason is concerned, as a wizard, I am fighting against a Muggle, which is really too naive.

I tried to let myself take a deep breath, calm down, and then I couldn't help but look at Mr. White standing there.

He didn't say a word, stood upright, still looking indifferent, but this time, I noticed that he seemed to be pulling his sleeves all the time.

Huh?Could it be that he is nervous?

As soon as I thought of this, I looked at him more carefully, but this time, I found a subtlety - he was trembling.

He seemed to be trying his best to restrain himself, so his body seemed even more rigid, which caused me to misunderstand him just now, thinking that he was pretending to be arrogant, but in fact he was hiding his fear.

……Why?Are you so nervous?Even if I don't want to be private, I won't eat him!

I frowned, and then noticed that he tilted his head slightly, he didn't dare to look directly at the fire scene behind me, even though the fire there was almost put out by the firefighters!

That's right, even just now, he was hiding behind the crowd!

Only then did it suddenly occur to me that the reason why Mr. White wanted to make himself look like a bandage freak was also because of a fire and he was badly burned!

So, he is afraid of fire!

He even said that he said that there was an accident when he set off the fireworks, which is very likely to be a lie! !

So scared, how could it be possible to light fireworks?

This person... is really weird...

I didn't expose him, probably because I suddenly discovered that maybe this person is not as bad as he appears on the surface.

How could a person who was destroyed by the fire be so indifferent that he ignored the fire he set off?

Whatever the reason, it was just an accident.

I think, I should not be emotional, but I should try to believe Mr. White, maybe the other party's heart is indeed as guilty and innocent as he said, maybe he is just used to being cold and speaking some strange words, Actually a good guy.

When I was young, I often judged a person by subjective and appearance. It was not until Snape passed away many years ago that I really faced this inappropriate behavior of myself.

Rael White was indeed a nasty fellow, and if he was a pure-blood wizard, he would be a Slytherin.

However, I cannot rely on this to conclude that he is full of malice.

So, I agree privately.

He seemed delighted and even grinned at me.

But I have to say with horror that Mr. White is more amiable with a straight face. His face is full of straps, and his smile is really permeating.

I think... I probably found another reason for his expressionless face - he was afraid that the extra expressions would frighten others.

In fact, the matter arranged by Mr. White was indeed very appropriate. He said that he would take full responsibility for the reconstruction of my residence, and he also signed a written agreement with me. During this period of reconstruction, he invited me to stay in his house temporarily.

I was very surprised, because I have learned from too many residents that Mr. White is most jealous of others stepping into his family's territory, so the other party's initiative is more sincere.

Maybe he is really a nice person to get along with, I thought to myself.

That night, I followed him into the White family's villa.

Leaving aside the fact that the dog named Sith wanted to pounce on me when he saw me, just talking about the internal environment of the White house was different from what I had imagined.

How should I put it, it's not the same kind of gloomy atmosphere as it looks on the outside, but it looks very simple and clean, and looks a bit retro, but those weird things like lights, computers, and TVs that Muggles should have... He is the same. No shortage.

I suddenly felt that it would be very interesting to live in White's house. I have never lived with a Muggle. Although I think I have seen a lot of strange things about Muggles, it is still not enough.

Living with a Muggle for a period of time, and pretending to be a Muggle, is actually quite a novel thing, right?

Although Mr. White looks a little strange, he also became lonely because of the encounter. After all, he is still a Muggle, as can be seen from the interior decoration.

Many new inventions of Muggles are always awkward and difficult to understand from the perspective of wizards, but... What if we look at them from the perspective of Muggles themselves?

Suddenly, I kind of started looking forward to the rest of my life.

But I soon learned that my idea...was not only terribly wrong, in fact, it was simply wrong.

Rael White—this real Muggle, a Muggle who has lived alone in a small town for almost 10 years, in some ways... he is simply inferior to me.

It is Merlin that he can live to this day... Oh, no, for Muggles, it is simply a miracle of God!

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I—— Sirius Black, not long after I moved into my new home, I was set on fire by some bastard who threatened to set off fireworks to tease dogs. It should be the world, but I don't know... It's hell at all.