“Morticia, are we being too hasty?” Gomez caressed Morticia’s hand, occasionally glancing towards the ancient castle.
They were currently sitting on a bench in the courtyard, surrounded by tombstones of various sizes.
As if sensing Gomez’s worry, Morticia smiled gently and lightly placed her other hand over his.
“Gomez, there’s no need to worry. Wednesday has reached that age, and besides, Russell is a good boy, isn’t he?”
“Of course, after all, he is a Feisuoen,” Gomez said, a trace of nostalgia in his eyes.
“Youth.”
“Seeing them, I can’t help but think of the first time we met, Gomez,” Morticia said, her eyes full of tenderness, “You have always been so handsome and dashing.”
“Oh, my darling, you are as elegant, beautiful, and captivating as ever.”
Gomez suddenly embraced Morticia, and they kissed passionately, lost in each other. Meanwhile, Parsley, holding his bow, wandered bored around the ancient castle.
He didn't know why he had to stay outside; he also wanted to play with Russell.
Although many children his age had mistakenly entered the Adams, they always screamed and fled in the end, but Russell wouldn't.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little indignant. Just then, a chattering clamor reached his ears.
He squinted his eyes and looked up, only to see several black-billed magpies circling above his head.
“One for sorrow, two for mirth, three for a wedding, four for a birth, five for silver, six for gold,” he said, pointing with his chubby fingers, counting them one by one.
“Three,” he frowned, “No wonder today is so unlucky.” Parsley thought of this, drew his bow, and aimed at the magpies.
Though I am young, my arrow is sharp.
Although Parsley was not old, he had a high talent for archery; at least shooting a magpie was not difficult for him.
The arrow whistled through the body of one magpie, startling the surrounding magpies into scattering and fleeing.
The enormous inertia carried it in a graceful arc, hitting a passing owl not far away, without deviation.
Gugu was in a very good mood.
As an owl with a formal postal service position at Hogwarts, its life was very good; not only was food and lodging provided, but there was also extra income.
Although it had been a bit busy recently, the thought of being able to take a vacation after delivering this letter and returning home to make little owls with Didi filled it with motivation.
Speaking of Didi, she was a famous beautiful owl at Hogwarts.
Although she didn't have a formal position, her appearance still attracted a group of admirers.
It was only by virtue of Gugu's tall and mighty stature and his civil servant status that he won Didi's heart.
Just as Gugu was imagining the future, a black shadow suddenly flew into his field of vision.
Being a bit distracted, it naturally didn't dodge and collided squarely with the black shadow.
Although Gugu's body was sturdy and he was not injured, he was disoriented for a moment.
When he finally came to, he realized that the letter he had been carrying was long gone.
Gugu was instantly thunderstruck, stopping motionless in mid-air.
Losing this letter wasn't a huge mistake, but his vacation might be delayed for a very long time.
He was in no mood to bother the culprit, so he drooped his wings like a mourning pigeon, turned around, and his figure gradually disappeared.
At the same time, an envelope lay quietly on the water, drifting with the current, the elegant script written in green ink faintly visible on its water-soaked cover.
Inverness Shire
Fort William
Lakeside Lane, Number Seven
Mr. Russell Fissone
...
Russell still didn't have the courage to try Addams Family's special cuisine.
Although the Chinese diet is very broad, Cornish pixies were a bit too exotic, so he quickly left after chatting with Wednesday for a while.
Three days later.
“Bang bang bang, bang bang bang.”
Russell, who was exercising, suddenly heard a knock at the door.
The sound was neither light nor heavy, very rhythmic, and different from Wednesday’s knock.
What's going on today? Why are there so many visitors all of a sudden?
Russell wiped the sweat from his body and, using the same trick, hid by the window to peek out.
He saw a figure completely shrouded in a black robe standing at the door, not looking like a good person.
He wanted to turn around and grab his gun, but saw the wall was empty, realizing the gun was still in the Addams Family’s ancient castle.
Without a weapon, Russell immediately lost his confidence.
It seemed he could only run away.
He tiptoed towards the backyard, preparing to climb over the fence and then go to the Addams Family for help.
It was at this moment that the knocking suddenly stopped.
“Alohomora.”
Accompanied by a gloomy voice, the originally locked main door burst open with a bang.
The black-robed man saw Russell quicken his escape, frowned deeply, and with a wave of his right hand, Russell immediately felt an invisible force applied to his body, causing him to involuntarily retreat backward, unable to break free no matter how much he struggled.
Just as Russell was thinking about how to respond, the black-robed man spoke.
“Mr. Feisuoen, why are you so nervous? Before I arrived, an owl should have delivered your Hogwarts admission letter.”
“Hogwarts? That name sounds familiar. Wait, could it be Harry Potter?!”
It was as if a lightning bolt had struck Russell’s mind; he blurted out subconsciously.
It turned out he had transmigrated into the world of Harry Potter, becoming a prospective young wizard at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
In his previous life, Russell had seen the movies and novels, as well as some interviews with Rowling, but too much time had passed, causing him to only vaguely remember the plot of Harry Potter.
The main content was Harry and his companions and old friends working together to defeat the noseless one.
Although many people sacrificed, it was still considered a happy ending.
“Harry Potter!” The black-robed man heard the name and seemed to react instinctively, trembling uncontrollably.
“Tell me, why do you know that name?” He tore off his hood, revealing a sinister face: a hooked nose, greasy long hair falling over his shoulders.
He gripped the wand in his hand tightly, glaring fiercely at Russell.
“What exactly is your purpose?” Snape’s inner shock and anger surged uncontrollably.
According to his investigation, Russell was not from a wizarding family and should have no way of knowing that name.
Could it be that the Dark Lord's Death Eaters had risen from the ashes?
