Chapter 5 (1/2)
Listening to the noise of his father downstairs gradually lowered, Fanlin's mood was simply terrible. His father had never been so fierce to Xiao Fanlin. Because Xiao Fanlin was very good, it was the first time to see Mr. al like this today.
With loss and unwillingness, Xiao Fanlin lies on his bed. At this moment, he doesn't want to do anything, just wants to lie down like this. Head has become a mess, with the imagination and vision of the magic world, unconsciously, Fanlin in the bed deep sleep in the past.
Night is always coming soon, and the stars gradually drive away the heat brought by the summer sun. Silver white light, instead of the bedroom, because of the arrival of the night, bring the darkness!
With a squeak of the door, it was pushed open, and Mr. al entered Fanlin's room.
Standing at the head of his son's bed and looking at his son's sleeping face, Mr. al's heart was filled with a ripple of bitterness, uneasiness and reluctance. Compared with the time when Fanlin's mother left, Mr. al's eyes were less frightened!
Gently touched the small van Lin's face, ”long much like his mother!” Murmur in the mouth, for fear of waking up the sleeping van Lin.
Maybe it's not gentle enough. After all, it's too difficult for an adult man's hand to do these subtle things.
Little alvarin opened his eyes and saw his father sitting at the head of the bed. He just wanted to ask something excitedly. Then he thought of his father's attitude today. Half drooping his eyes, he asked shyly: ”Dad, Mr. Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall have gone.” The voice was as fine as a mosquito or a fly. Little irfanlinson was afraid of provoking his father again, but he still asked him reluctantly.
”Oh, yes, Fanlin.” Mr. Al was in a trance, but soon he came to his senses. ”Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall have left. I have hosted him and Professor McGonagall for dinner at about six o'clock in the evening. The rest is still in the kitchen for you. If you are hungry, you can go down and eat some! ”
Mr. Al, with a smile, put his hand on little Fanlin's head and rubbed it. Then he put his hand on the edge of the bed. He looked into his eyes and said, ”Van Lin, Dad, would you like to ask you a question?”
”You ask, Dad.” Small Fanlin or a face of depression.
”What do you think of magic, or whether you can magic, tell me, it's important, Valentine.”
Looking at his father's eyes, little alvarin felt nervous and uneasy. Just wanted to answer the concept of magic that Mr. al had been instilling in him, but in Mr. al's serious eyes, little Fanlin wanted to lie, but he could not.
”Wingardium Leviosa.”
With the remembrance of the incantation, along with the elevation of van Lin's arm, a chair in the room slowly rises into the air.
Mr. Al was surprised to see his son's performance in front of him. Then, he felt relieved. This made Mr. al feel a little relaxed!
”Well, Vaseline, I see. I don't need to ask you any more questions. I agree you can go to Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry to study magic.”
With a bang, the chair fell to the ground. Mr. al also understood that little al always met the origin of things these years. He couldn't help laughing bitterly and shaking his head.
”Really! dad! Well, I mean, do you really want me to go to Dean Dumbledore to learn magic? ”
Little Fanlin seems a little at a loss, he did not expect, Dean Dumbledore used what method to let his father agree to learn magic.
Looking at the happy, bewildered son, Mr. al knew that all this was predestined, and that he could not resist.
”Yes, Fanlin, I agree. You go downstairs and have dinner. It's more than seven o'clock. If you don't go to dinner, you'll have to spend the evening hungry!”
”All right, Dad, I'm going to eat it now!”