harleyscars Chapter 138 The Big-tempered Owl
Chapter 138 The Big-tempered Owl
The king and his son talked for a long time in the study, and it was rare for Edward to talk about the events of the year.
He sighed and said, "Ellen, your mother loves you very much."
"..."
Allen smiled, "I know, Father."
"I've always believed in that," he said.
Those sea blue eyes flickered lightly. After a while, he said goodbye and went back to his study, took out the stationery and wrote a letter to the Weasleys.
Before he finished writing, he saw an old brown owl flying tremblingly.
Allen raised his hand, and the manservant opened the window to welcome it in. Seeing it collapsed on the carpet, he asked someone to put it on the cushion, and asked someone to bring it some food.
The servant took the note from its mouth and handed it to Allen respectfully.
Looking at the familiar handwriting, the blond boy shook his head slightly - Ron's handwriting still hasn't improved much.
He avoided the bite mark from the owl, opened the folded letter paper, and saw that it read:
[Alan: Mom and Dad have been talking about you and Harry recently, and want to invite you and Harry to the Burrow for a few days.Shall we fly to pick you up tomorrow?
ps: Errol is too old, I hope it can meet you smoothly.
Ron]
Allen was taken aback.
flying car?
He was a bit indescribable. If the media found out that something so outrageous near Balmoral had been catalyzed by the status of the king and crown prince, it would immediately spark a national discussion.
...and then arouse the attention of countries all over the world, or ridicule.
He wrote back immediately, writing,
[Dear Ron:
Spread the letter good.
It's good to hear that Mr. Weasley's research on flying cars has progressed, but I'm also deeply sorry that magical products are not appropriate around Balmoral.
At eight o'clock tomorrow morning, Harry and I will arrive at The Burrow on time, please sit at home and wait.
allen]
He wrapped the envelope, wrote where it was, and placed it beside the poor owl.
Errol glanced at him, and Alan almost saw the accusation, but soon the elderly owl perked up, biting the envelope and standing up.
Alan felt a little sorry for letting such an old owl work.
He conveniently put a gold Galleon and a silver Sickle into the small leather pouch next to Errol's leg, and comforted him, "Thank you, Errol."
The owl hooted happily, and the envelope fell to the ground with a "snap".
Errol: ...
Alan: …
Even the male servant behind him couldn't help laughing, and was chased and pecked by an owl for a long time, causing Allen to pay him injury benefits and take a day off to recuperate.
After a while of confusion, the grumpy owl finally flew out of Allen's study and headed towards the darkening sky.
... This temper is really like Mrs. Mollie!
Allen shook his head indescribably.
He pressed the waiter's communication bell and ordered, "Master Potter, please come to my study."
However, Harry didn't arrive until an hour later, and the waiter explained that Triss had arranged an extra martial arts class for him, which was scheduled after dinner.
Alan: …
He coughed lightly and said gently, "Harry, Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Molly invited us to visit the Burrow. I wrote back and agreed to go at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. What do you think?"
Harry stared blankly at him, and jumped three feet high, "Really! Your Highness, this is great! I've always wanted to see what a wizarding family looks like!"
He was eager to try, and said in a circle on the spot, "I'll pack my things right away!"
Before Allen could say anything, a certain savior had already disappeared.
In order to take care of his voice, Allen didn't raise his voice to stop the other party. He leaned gently on the high-back chair and said, "Remember to remind him to bring his summer homework."
The waiter responded with a suppressed smile.
——You know, what Master Potter is most afraid of is His Highness asking about homework!