A Hogwarts Esoteric Leader

Yunev was thinking about where the abnormality of the body and mind came from.

Is it from food? Is it from the weather? Is it from germs? Is it from the curse?

There was no clue, and he was tired.

Thinking made him tired!

When was the last time this happened?

I'm afraid it's still in the previous life!

He thought like this, and was suddenly attracted by a lovely voice:

"Purlulu~"

Looking at the sound, I saw Pu Rongrong rolled down from the wardrobe, fell on the pillow, and bounced up again, fluttering.

Yunefu walked over to catch it, put it in the palm of his hand, it felt soft, and took advantage of the situation and slapped it several times from the beginning to the end.

Pu Rongrong's fur was as smooth as satin and fluffy as clouds, and he felt a little happier.

"Pululu~" Pu Rongrong called comfortably.

Aside from sticking his tongue into his nostrils to eat dry booger while he sleeps, Puffy is the perfect pet.

Unieff couldn't help but slapped it a few more times.

bell bell bell bell - is the bell for the morning run, and the new house is equipped with a bell to remind various time periods.

The sound of doors opening and closing began to sound in the corridor.

Although he felt that he was not in a good state, Unieff thought about it and decided to go for a morning run.

Because thinking is such a kind of mind movement, the more one thinks in a certain direction, the easier it is to travel far in that direction.

Appropriate body movement can break this inertia, and the blood will stimulate the nerves in a large range in the flow of excitement, so that the suppressed thoughts can be released.

Quietness is suitable for deep contemplation, and movement is suitable for divergence.

Thinking like this, he put away the puffed wool and went to the yard to wait for the gathering.

At this time, there was already a child who came here one step ahead of him, and his name was Tristin.

Tristin is an honest and honest child. When Univef returned to the orphanage, he was the one who answered Unev's questions.

In view of the fact that he was about to go to Hogwarts school, Univer entrusted him with the task of maintaining the order of morning running and morning reading.

He originally wanted to give it to Victor, but Victor had left the orphanage a few days ago and was picked up by a black Rolls-Royce.

Before he left, he recommended Tristin to Union, who was part of his small team.

"Leave it to Tristin," Victor said. "Although Tristin is not as smart as me, he is definitely trustworthy."

Facts have proved it.

In the morning run that followed, Tristin was the first to wait in the yard, and he got up half an hour earlier than the bell.

Although he has not been convincing in the orphanage so far, he is trying to convince everyone of him.

The third person to appear in the yard was Kingsley.

"Good morning, Union. Good morning, Tristin," he greeted.

"Good morning." Eugene and Tristin greeted each other back.

Kingsley came over, patted Tristin's small shoulder with his thick palm, and said, "Let's do our best today."

"Come on," Tristin said.

Kingsley likes Tristin very much, probably because their temperament is somewhat similar.

Both of them give people a sense of heaviness, but Kingsley is just a small hill, and Tristin is just a small mound.

"Good morning~yawn~" Behind Kingsley followed a listless and vacant-eyed Williamson.

Williamson doesn't like to get up early to run, so he's always listless, but today his listlessness seems to be deeper, lost, giving a sleepwalking feeling.

The crowd gradually gathered, and although everyone might not give Tristin much face, Eugene was still there.

But it is said that some people are already looking forward to tomorrow.

Tristin counted the number of people and ran out of the gate with everyone.

The weather is not very good, there are overcast clouds floating in the sky, but the air is still quite fresh.

On the way, I met some well-dressed old people out for a walk, or walking with a cane or walking a dog.

They were amazed at the morning jogging team at the orphanage.

Passing by them, Unieff heard a suave old man with square glasses saying, "Look at how hard these children are, the students in our school are probably still sleeping..."

Next to him, a rather dignified old man with a deeply wrinkled forehead continued: "You can try to implement a similar system in the school, at least make the morning run earlier, and the day's plan is in the morning."

Listening to their conversation, Unieff felt a little better.

The team turned a corner.

boom!

Williamson suddenly fell to the ground.

The team stopped, and Unieff motioned for Tristin to continue to run forward with the team, while he and Kingsley walked over to help Williamson.

"Are you alright?" Eugene asked.

"It's okay, just a little tired." Williamson covered his forehead and couldn't open his eyes, but he should not have hit his head. "My head hurts a bit, I didn't sleep well last night."

Kingsley put the back of his hand on his forehead, then on Williamson's forehead, and said, "I have a fever. Go back later, drink some potions, and get a good night's sleep. It's my fault, I didn't pay attention to your state. , called you up."

Williamson said immediately, "No, I have to get up myself."

But in fact, if no one calls him, he can sleep until noon.

Unieff asked strangely, "Do wizards have fevers too?"

He also thought that wizards don't get ordinary diseases.

"Of course, we get sick just like Muggles, but our potion works faster." Kingsley turned to Univer and said, "I want to take Williamson back to drink the medicine, how about you?"

What he meant was that if he took Williamson back first~www.NovelMTL.com~ Univer would leave their sight.

Yunevo glanced at the morning runners and said, "I have to watch, or do you go back first and just walk like this?"

Kingsley frowned imperceptibly, looked at Williamson, and asked, "Can you hold on for a while longer?"

Williamson nodded. Actually, it wasn't that far. It was just one or two hundred meters longer than the original route.

He is an Auror anyway, and he still has some willpower.

The three kept up with the team and continued to run.

After a corner, nothing happened.

But when they passed the third corner...

boom!

Williamson slammed his head into the lamppost on the side of the street, with a deep red mark on his forehead and a little blood.

"Are you alright!" Unieff said.

Williamson held his forehead and said, "It's really okay, just a little dizzy..."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Unieff saw his body leaning against the street lamp and slowly sliding down.

Kingsley quickly supported him, checked him several times, and finally said, "It's nothing serious, just passed out and seemed to be exhausted."

Saying that, he picked up Williamson by the waist, and from the point of view of his movements, it was quite relaxed.

"We have to hurry back," he said.

The two took Williamson back to the orphanage, and helped him back to his bedroom, while Eugene looked at Williamson's face carefully.

His face was pale and his eyes were sunken.

He thought about it and asked Kingsley, "Can I open his eyelids and take a look?"

"I'll do it." Kingsley rolled Williamson's eyelids, "what are you looking at?"

Yunevo didn't answer, but looked carefully.

I saw some bloodshots on Williamson's eyeballs.