Bedtime Story Number 3 so Everyone Knows What Happened Orz

Bedtime story No. 3——So everyone knows what happened orz

Recently, I have been really busy, but good news, tomorrow (today?) is Friday! And no overtime this weekend! I...I will try to save some manuscripts...

My small goal is not to ask for leave next week.

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Anthony woke up in the middle of the night that day, and suddenly felt very awake and very hungry. He lay in bed and carefully distinguished whether it was the hunger of the body or the hunger of the necromancy.

It was the body. He spent too much time preparing for class that night and missed dinner time.

Anthony breathed a sigh of relief, got up, walked quietly to the office, opened the drawer, and began to look through his snacks.

The Bibi strange beans had been basically eaten up - the adventurous students were very happy to take one - and the chocolate frogs were basically given to Lupin.

He opened the cookie box with a thump and found that the Margaret cookies sent by Professor Sprout had also been eaten up, with only some cookie crumbs scattered in the cookie box that was slightly reflecting the light. He dipped his finger in a little and felt them soften and melt rapidly in his mouth.

Anthony sighed. He was even hungrier.

Coconut sorbet - Anthony's stomach growled uncomfortably, no, thank you.

The fudge Mr. Weasley gave him at Christmas had not been finished, but it had become a little hard, and besides, Anthony didn't want to eat candy at three in the morning.

The wraith chicken came out of the bedroom and stretched his head to study what he was doing.

So Anthony decided to go to the kitchen to eat roasted chicken legs.

Dobby was recently selling "Dobby's late-night secret chicken legs", which were crispy and juicy, and were sold for one ball of wool. Adding another ball would get Dobby a bigger smile - Coco said that Dobby was keen on knitting sweaters and wool socks for himself recently, and wanted to give a pair to Harry.

Anthony met three waves of students who came to eat chicken legs in the kitchen. If some of them hadn't run into Filch on night patrol while they were rushing back to their dormitories, no one would have been put in detention that night.

However, the chicken drumstick was worth it.