A shriek rang out in the room, and The Harrises all sprang to their feet—but instead of checking on the little boy's corpse first, they immediately cast Scourgify to clean the soup and food splattered over themselves.
Only Daisy shouted furiously. Less fussy than the others, she hastily cleaned herself up and strode forward, ignoring the mess as she gathered the boy's body into her arms.
"Wednesday!" she roared at the head with two long braids poking out from upstairs. Then she turned and viciously snapped at Allen's Clone, who wore dark blue wizarding robes. "Allen, go upstairs and drag Wednesday down here. Make her see what she's done to Thursday! She electrocuted him to death once this morning, and now she's done it again!"
"The food's all spilled on the floor. We can't eat it now. How many times has this happened? This can't go on... Mother, you need to step in and discipline them... Those two are far too much for us. The child-rearing experience Daisy and I have doesn't work on them..." Albert's thick brows were tightly furrowed, and he looked deeply troubled. "Wednesday and Thursday's mother isn't here, Allen's real body isn't here, and his Clone is too lazy to handle anything. Helena is looking after them, but she spoils them too much. You really need to help guide them. Those two little troublemakers won't listen to my lectures. We need to put their intelligence to the right use."
At that moment, Helena's figure naturally appeared in the room, as though she had been there all along. Though she had become a True God, she could still be considered an Undead Creature, yet she could no longer be classified as a ghost. Possessing a true physical body and an aura of divine power, she wore a