BSI Chapter 76 An angry Mr. Foley
Chapter 76 An angry Mr. Foley
Although Braun has determined the bloodline of the Greengrass family, and has handed over some of the experimental process and Braun's own ideas to Daphne's father.
But determining the bloodline and the results of the research are actually two different things.
Even Braun doesn't know exactly how long it will take for a true bloodline factor inhibitor to be developed.
It didn't take long for the train to arrive at King's Cross station.
Accompanied by a whistle.
Braun joined the other young wizards as he pushed his luggage and got out of the car.
The already modest platform was crowded with young wizards and parents who had come to pick up their students.
"It's almost time for school to start!"
Daphne was crowding through the crowd pushing her luggage, looking a little dissatisfied.
"Don't complain, everyone doesn't want to stay at school for Christmas with the Dementors, of course they're back."
Braun said as he used a flotation charm on Daphne's luggage.
Following the crowd, Braun and the four searched the platform.
"I'll go first!"
Sabini waved his hand with the three, pushed his luggage and walked towards a woman wearing a long red dress who looked very charming.
This is Shabini's mother, the Shabini lady who was called the beauty snake and had seven husbands.
It seemed to have sensed Braun's gaze.
Madame Sabini smiled kindly.
Crossing the crowd, Braun also found Mr. Foley, who was currently talking to Daphne's father.
There were no surprises when I saw Braun.
The two sides talked a few more words and then left each other.
It's different from the excitement of Christmas at Hogwarts.
Christmas at home should be more welcoming.
A huge Christmas tree is placed next to the fireplace with various decorations hanging on it.
Mistletoe and green vines climb the walls inside the house, bringing life to life.
Braun didn't see Anna at home.
According to Mr. Foley, Anna had been sent by him to a girls' school in Muggles.
After all, it's not a matter of just staying in the castle like this, is it?
There are also things to learn in Muggle schools.
Early Christmas morning, Braun got up.
And just as he expected, the house was full of gifts, and various colors were piled up in the corner of the bedroom.
With some surprises.
Braun began to unpack his gifts one by one.
Daphne gave him a pair of red armbands, and Ronald gave him a Quidditch book.
Hermione gave a red sweater, which looked comfortable, but it looked a little ugly, and Braun thought Hermione had knitted it herself.
What Luna gave Braun was a somewhat exotic silver bracelet.
It is said to be peculiar because this silver bracelet is wrapped with threads of various colors and leather strings.
Braun casually put it on his hand without paying attention, and it looked good.
With this good mood, Braun opened the box that belonged to Shabini.
"..."
Looking at the gift in the box, Braun subconsciously took a breath.
Inside the box was a bells and whistles wizard robe.
If Braun is not mistaken, it should be the one Braun saw Shabini wear at the beginning of school, but it was new.
On top of the wizard's robe was a letter, which Braun opened in horror for fear of something strange.
After all, he wouldn't care what Sabini's peculiar aesthetic gave him.
But thankfully, it's just an ordinary letter.
"A surprise for a friend!
I believe that with this wizarding robe you will be able to become the most popular young wizard in the whole of Hogwarts.
(No need to thank me, I know how much you love this robe from your praise at the beginning of school.) )
Merry Christmas, your friend Shabini. ”
Looking at this letter, Braun couldn't help but show a wry smile.
I really shouldn't have looked good in Kwashabini's robe without conscience.
No, retribution is coming!
Sabini really sent himself such a robe of the same style.
He could be sure that if he really wore it, he didn't know if he would become the most beautiful boy at Hogwarts, but it was predictable to become the biggest laughing stock at Hogwarts.
As for the other gifts.
Most of them were books, some from the Slug Club and some from the Potions community.
Braun stuffed the books onto the shelves to read them at his leisure.
The house-elves of the Foley family also received gifts.
Mrs. Foley each gave them a soft and warm quilt and allowed them to drink a little wine at night when everyone slept.
This seemingly insignificant thing to people made several house-elves of the Foley family burst into tears.
Constantly saying good things about the hostess.
The big eyes of the ping pong ball are constantly filled with water vapor.
At noon, the Foley family had a warm lunch.
It's not much, but it's all delicious.
It seems to be the reason why Braun has not returned home for a long time.
For the first time this time, Mrs. Foley no longer demanded the etiquette that she herself usually emphasized countless times.
Braun was even allowed to drink a little red wine.
You know, this is simply not possible in the past.
The afternoon also made Braun very happy.
In the manor, a fun family Quidditch unfolds.
Braun and Mrs. Foley are on a team, and Mr. Foley is on his own.
There are not so many cumbersome rules to put the ball into the goal within the allotted time.
I have to say that Mr. Foley's Quidditch is really good.
Even Braun and Mrs. Foley failed to defend it.
Mr. Foley rides a custom-made broom to perform a variety of difficult movements.
Sloths hugging trees, looking back, Longinus fakes and more.
It's almost late in the day. Everyone returned to the castle with a look of unfinished thought.
"How? I'm playing well!
Mr. Foley took a sip of red wine a little smugly.
Although I don't want to admit it in my heart, I have to say that Mr. Foley's Quidditch is indeed good.
At least Braun hadn't seen anyone play so well on the school team.
"You can show off these things with your children!"
Mrs. Foley rolled her eyes.
"What is this called showing off?
I was the best batsman in the academy!
Led the Slytherin team to defeat Gryffindor again and again!
Mr. Foley said proudly.
"''England national Quidditch team?''
There was unconcealed surprise in Braun's tone.
England's national Quidditch team is not a weak team.
He has won many Quidditch competitions in the competition alone.
Being able to qualify for the England national Quidditch team is not something that ordinary people can do.
"Father, then why don't you go to the competition?"
"You think I don't want to!
Mr. Foley's tone was unhappy.
"But your grandfather didn't want me to be on some Quidditch team and be that stinking bunch of reckless guys."
"Hey! Don't blame me all! Albert!"
A portrait on the wall shouted.
"Obviously, you yourself gave up after hearing that I talked to you about how profitable the potions at home are!
Braun looks like a portrait of his grandfather.
At the moment, he was yelling in dissatisfaction.
It's just that the words shouted out make Mr. Foley look very embarrassed.
Annoyed and angry:
"If you hadn't tempted me, would I have given up playing Quidditch?" I..."
"yes, yes.
If it weren't for your old father and I, the director of the England national Quidditch team, do you think you would have passed the selection so easily?
The portrait on the wall shouted at Mr. Foley without showing any weakness.
What ensued was a red-faced and thick-necked roar between Mr. Foley and Braun's grandfather.
It ended with Mr. Foley's scolded speechlessness, while Braun's grandfather snorted triumphantly.
Leave with a happy mood and go to find your portrait of old friends.
Only Mr. Foley was left alone eating dinner and sulking.
Braun, who was afraid of harming the pond fish, did not stay here longer, for fear of harming the pond fish himself. After eating a little indiscriminately, he hurried upstairs.
But when Braun went downstairs to drink water, he found that Mr. Foley, who was still angry, was already smiling.
Dancing to the melodious music around Mrs. Foley's waist.
Braun pouted and walked upstairs.
No longer care about these two adults, he still has a lot of things, but there is no effort to waste.
Early the next morning, Braun was called up early.
"Yesterday, I forgot to tell you. Today we ask to attend a banquet three.
Mrs. Foley said apologetically, picking out clothes for Braun.
Braun yawned.
"Banquet? So early?"
"There is also the award ceremony. It represents our return to the ranks of the nobility. ”
Mr. Foley's calm voice sobered Braun.