Hogwarts: Bloodline Chapter 554 - 161: Return to Diagon Alley, Nocturne Panic2

Chapter 554: Chapter 161: Return to Diagon Alley, Nocturne Panic_2

The red Soul Fire lit up Ian’s face.

He and the black-robed Skeleton hiding under the bed stared wide-eyed at each other under the dark bedboards.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward.

After more than ten seconds of silence.

"Wow~"

The black-robed Skeleton, maybe because it was worried soone was outside, slowly raised its two skeletal "claws" and tried to scare Ian, but its voice was comically quiet.

"..."

The Little Wizard thought this spooky thing definitely had sothing wrong with its brain.

He looked at the empty skull of the black-robed Skeleton.

Oh.

No brain, huh.

Well, that’s fine then.

"What happened to you? Stuck under the bed?"

Standing in the room, Lupin saw half of the Little Wizard’s body sticking out from under the bed, frozen awkwardly for a long ti, and he felt compelled to co over and offer Ian a hand.

"No! I’m fine! Don’t touch !" Ian scrambled backward like a snake, wriggling out from under the bed, jumping up in a hurry to stop Lupin from crouching down and talking to him.

He was already plenty misunderstood by Lupin; if Lupin saw he was hiding a skeleton in his room, goodness knows what kind of report Lupin would give to Albus Dumbledore.

Although Ian didn’t think Albus Dumbledore would bother him, he still figured it was best not to disturb Albus Dumbledore and Grindelwald’s holiday during the break.

"You look kind of nervous."

Lupin didn’t seem especially suspicious, since he had his own assumptions: "I guess soone your age must have hidden so R-rated magazines under the bed."

Maybe this was Lupin’s view as soone who’d been there, and his I-totally-get-it look just proved that Gryffindor guys all think the sa way.

"Uh, yeah, that’s right, I have my own privacy too..." As a healthy, upstanding kid, Ian really didn’t want to admit to such slander.

But to avoid exposing the black-robed Skeleton, he could only grit his teeth, swallow his pride, and admit to being a bit of a perv—which wasn’t entirely true, by the way.

Mhm.

Just like the terms "[to be employed]