The Siblings' Guests

"Should I come find you?"

Stephanie's voice was calm and steady, without any hint of anything amiss.

Upon hearing this, Sean was slightly stunned at first, then scratched his head.

Judging from Stephanie's tone, she was indeed just offering the most suitable suggestion, and Stephanie had no reason to refuse...

No, why should I refuse? It's not like I'm doing anything shameful.

Sean shrugged and replied, "Of course, you're welcome to visit my home."

"Then I'll be bothering you a lot."

"No, please relax. My address is in the Kensington and Chelsea of London... When is a convenient time for you?"

"My grandfather went out recently, and it's not school season yet, so I don't need to mind the shop. Just pick a time that's convenient for you."

"I see, then..."

After the meeting time was set, Sean hung up the phone.

He summoned the servants and instructed them, "Please prepare all the necessary items for entertaining guests."

"Yes, young master, may I ask which level of hospitality you would like to receive?"

"No need for anything too formal, my friend is coming over—by the way, prepare a variety of desserts."

After giving all the instructions, Ayla, the younger sister, suddenly appeared out of nowhere and hugged Sean's leg.

"Sean, Sean, I heard dessert! Are you going to serve that sister named Stephanie?"

Sean chuckled and picked up his sister. "Yes, she's coming to visit us. Also, although I'd love to grant your wish, you forgot what Hermione told you on the last call: you can't eat any more sweets."

Ayla covered her mouth in horror, letting out a muffled laugh, "It'll grow worms!"

"It's not the same as the insects you usually think of. A cavitary tooth refers to..."

Even though the dial tone had already gone dead on the other end of the phone, the girl still gripped the receiver, as if she needed to hold onto something tightly to calm herself down.

After standing there in a daze for a while, Stephanie quickly stood up and ran out of the store.

Madam Malkin, I need your help...

Time passed slowly, and a few days later, in the evening, Sean was in the kitchen trying to make a spicy chicken dish—not for Stephanie's arrival the next day, but simply because he was craving it.

"Sean, Sean— " his sister Ayla's sweet voice rang out behind him again.

"What's wrong? Oh, hurry up and get out of here, Ayla, the kitchen smells strongly of chili peppers."

The little guy, blindfolded and covering his nose, stood at the kitchen door and shouted, "I just want to ask you for a favor!"

"Of course you can."

"I've invited two friends over to my house tomorrow. Could you help me prepare some things?"

Sean, unsuspecting, readily agreed, "No problem, we have plenty of stuff stored at home... Do you have any special needs?"

"Ah—desserts! That's right, they all love desserts!"

Sean chuckled as he exposed his sister's little scheme, "Do they like it, or do you?"

"I like them all, hehe."

"Okay, since they're your friends, let's have dessert together, but remember to brush your teeth—by the way, are you going to entertain them in your room?"

Ayla held her head and thought for a moment, "I used to entertain friends in my room... But, Sean, you entertained Stephanie in Dad's drawing room, right?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

It wasn't that Sean didn't want to entertain Stephanie in the living room, but rather that their conversation would inevitably revolve around wizards, and entertaining her in the living room would make it easy for the servants to overhear some strange conversations.

Father Allen had anticipated this situation, and the family's private living room had been renovated to provide a secluded and comfortable space for conversations that they didn't want others to hear.

Ayla thought for a moment and said, "I'm an adult now, and I want to treat my friends like you do!"

Sean laughed, but accidentally choked on some of the suspended particles from the stir-fried chili peppers.

"Cough cough cough... cough cough cough... Oh my god, it's so pungent! I definitely have to get Dad to get a more powerful range hood— Ayla, of course you can. If you want, I can have someone help you decorate the living room."

"Yay! Sean!"

That night, the family sat down at the table for dinner. Sean hurriedly finished his portion of spicy chicken and then quickly ran to the bathroom—his first attempt was slightly unsuccessful...

The Mr. and Mrs. Wallop looked at their son, who had hurriedly run away, with Mr. Wallop even letting out a smug laugh.

"Allen, that's your son. Watch your facial expressions," Mrs. Wallop scolded.

Mr. Wallop smugly swirled the red wine in his glass and said with a chuckle, "This kid has succeeded at everything he's done since he was a child. I, as his father, have hardly had the chance to teach him. But when it comes to cooking, haha, he fails every time he tries."

Mrs. Wallop also narrowed her eyes.

Indeed, just as her husband said, their son was outstanding in everything, and his learning ability far surpassed that of others. However, when it came to cooking, he lacked skill and relied entirely on emotion.

But she wasn't worried about her son's health. Sean had never caused them much trouble growing up, so if he dared to eat it, it meant there was nothing seriously wrong.

It's just a trip to the toilet.

"Hey, honey, I've seen Sean's report card. Does that Potions involve dealing with pots and fire?" Mr. Wallop suddenly asked curiously.

"That's how it's described in those wizarding materials, but Sean has always gotten excellent Potions."

Mr. Wallop stroked his chin thoughtfully. "It seems that cooking and Potions- making are quite different. Sean has a good talent for Potions and must be quite popular with his Potions professor—ha, I've never met a professor who doesn't like our son."

The couple chatted about their views on wizards, occasionally letting out exclamations of surprise and laughter.

Meanwhile, Ayla, who had finished her dinner, was already stealing glances at the dessert that the maid had brought out.

"Sorry, baby." Mr. Wallop leaned over and reached into his pocket, taking the dessert from in front of Ayla.

"Mr. Granger said you should limit your desserts," Mrs. Wallop said, looking affectionately at her pouting daughter. "Besides, your friends are coming over tomorrow, and they all said you can eat as much as you want tomorrow, right?"

The thought of being able to indulge in delicious food freely tomorrow brought a smile back to Ayla's face, even though she hadn't yet tasted the Pudding in front of her.

"By the way, honey, who's coming this time? Alice? Kaya? Sophia? Or Wendy? Mom will be home to entertain the guests for you tomorrow, Dad has to go to work at the hospital. If it's Wendy and Sophia from the hospital, I can have the driver pick them up on his way back. I remember their parents are quite busy these days, so we can provide transportation..."

Mr. Wallop went on and on, trying to make sure everything was in order, even about his daughter's friends.

Mrs. Wallop nodded in agreement, "Yes, we can give her a ride. But Sean's friend, the girl with the long silver hair— Stephanie —is coming tomorrow. Darling, should we give her a ride?"

Mr. Wallop stroked his beard and thought, "Sean didn't say, so I guess we don't need to. Wizards definitely have all sorts of ways to move around, like the Potter family came to our house before, and that Mr. Black. Oh, flying cars and motorcycles, that's pretty cool."

While looking at Pudding, Ayla casually said, "Dad, you don't need to pick up my friends tomorrow either."

"Oh? Did their parents bring them here?"

"No, they came by themselves—but I don't know if it's cool or not."

the next day.

Outside the Wallop family villa, at the end of the clean and tidy road, a Ford sedan stopped.

"Let's stop here, Dad."

"Aren't you going to drive right up to his house? Oh, Mr. Wallop's garage always welcomes me." The middle-aged man shrugged humorously at his daughter.

"No, we'd like to take a walk instead."

"Of course, ladies. Shall I be going then?"

"Okay, take care on your journey."

Have fun, and remember to say hello for me.

The car turned around and drove away, leaving two beautiful young women carrying gifts standing on the street.

"Do you think Sean might already know?" Daisy glanced at the villa not far away, her eyes filled with anticipation.

Today, Little White Flower wore a floral dress that perfectly captured the summer vibe, paired with a Panama hat adorned with a pale yellow bow. The look was fresh, simple, and undeniably pure and charming.

Hermione winked at her. "They probably don't know that when Ayla invited us, she specifically said she wanted to give Sean a surprise."

Today, the academic star, Miss Granger, wore a beige tulle dress, a rare sight, with a short denim jacket over it. She looked capable and neat, yet her outfit accentuated her soft and radiant beauty.

The two walked slowly along the tree-lined sidewalk toward Wallop family's villa, occasionally letting out a few crisp laughs.

After walking for a short while, the two arrived at the outer wall of the villa. Daisy stretched out her hand and exclaimed in surprise, "So many Defensive Magic, just like the ones outside your house."

Hermione explained, "When the Muggle attack happened, Sean used his connections to find many wizards to protect his family and my family. The Defensive Magic was also set up by the same powerful wizard."

"As expected of him... Hey, Hermione! Look, Sean! Shhh!"

Little White Flower gasped softly, then pulled Hermione aside and hid under the railing, peeking out into the yard.

In the yard, Sean was watering the flowerbeds while whistling a cheeky little tune.

"Pfft—" Daisy's beautiful eyes curved into crescent moons. "He can even whistle."

Hermione couldn't help but chuckle, "Once he relaxes, he loses his usual impeccably elegant demeanor. I even heard Professor McGonagall remark the other day that although Sean looks like a gentleman, he always has a touch of roguishness in his bones."

"He really is that kind of person..." Daisy said. "But judging from his appearance, he really doesn't seem to know that the two of us are coming today."

"Looks like Ayla did a good job keeping it a secret, but this girl dresses so arrogantly even at home..." Hermione muttered.

Sean wasn't dressed very formally today, but considering that guests were coming, he gave up his usual comfortable short-sleeved shirt and shorts.

Outside the wall, Daisy grabbed Hermione's hand and hurried toward the gate.

"Let's give him a surprise. When he rings the doorbell, we'll hide." Little White Flower's face was filled with excitement.

"You're so full of tricks," Hermione said, but she didn't stop her.

In the courtyard, Sean suddenly narrowed his eyes, picked up an earphone, and put it on.

"Mr. Wallop, there are two girls quietly approaching the villa—but they seem to know your house very well."

"Oh, I see. It must be Ayla's friend. I'll go open the door."

It's so convenient for wizards to have electronic communication devices...

I had just taken a step when the doorbell rang.

Sean called out into the house, "Ayla, your friends have arrived."

He quickly went over and opened the door, but strangely, there was no one outside.

"Mr. Wallop, they're hiding behind the flowerbed next to the gate, as if they're planning to scare you," came the loyal voice through the earpiece.

Sean scratched his head, somewhat puzzled. He did know some of Ayla's friends, but since he had been studying at Hogwarts for many years, they were far from being close.

Why would I joke about myself? That's strange...

"Ta-da!"

Just then, two girls suddenly jumped out and stood in front of Sean.

Two incredibly familiar voices and figures appeared, and Sean's eyes widened immediately.

Then, startled, he took a step back.

"Hermione, Daisy?!"

The Little White Flower smiled sweetly, "Didn't expect that, did you! Hehe, we're Ayla's friends too~"

Hermione raised an eyebrow at Sean: "After a long vacation, your adaptability has decreased. You're easily frightened by this, Mr. Wallerup -Putin."

Sean's temple twitched.

Yes, I was indeed startled, not because two people suddenly jumped out, but because...

The two people who suddenly jumped out were you!

"Oh, aren't we welcome?" Little White Flower smiled and moved a little closer. Sean could even smell the faint floral fragrance on her.

"How could that be—" Sean chuckled awkwardly.

Hermione immediately frowned suspiciously. She knew Sean's behavior all too well; Sean would certainly be surprised to see her and Daisy here, but he wouldn't show it like this...

He looked guilty.

Just then, the little one ran out from inside. "Hermione ~ Daisy ~ You're here~"

Hermione could only dismiss her doubts and smiled as she hugged Ayla.

After the three girls (two adults and one child) cuddled together for a while, Ayla, holding one in each hand, led the group into the house.

"Come quick, come quick, the desserts are ready— Sean?"

Sean, standing still, scratched his head. "Hiss... Hey, it's here."

I had just closed the door and taken a step when the doorbell rang again.

Sean stood there, stunned.

Hermione and Daisy, who were halfway there, turned around at the same time.