Several days had passed since they returned from Mr. Scamander's home.
As usual, Su Er carried Angel out for disturbing his sleep. Even though the little girl was now a newly enrolled primary school student, he still showed no mercy, lifting her by the back of her collar as he always did.
The only difference was that Angel no longer needed to jump to reach the door handle.
"Big brother, what animal is this?" A few seconds after being tossed out, Angel opened the door and strolled back in with a grin, pointing at a brass-colored ornament crouching on the desk in an attacking stance.
"This one..." Su Er first ruffled the little girl's hair in exasperation, then handed her the ornament from his desk. "It's a badger."
"It's the animal that represents my house."
Angel held the ornament and examined it from every angle for quite a while. Once she discovered that it really was just an ordinary ornament rather than some wondrous magical item, she lost interest.
"Heave-ho!" The little girl lifted the chair-no, dragged was a better word. Su Er's chair left two long marks across the floor all the way to the bookshelf. She climbed onto it, stood on tiptoe, and reached for a little tin on the fourth shelf, but she was too short to reach that shelf no matter how hard she tried.
The little girl huffily prepared to climb the bookshelf. Seeing trouble coming, Su Er immediately stepped forward to brace the wobbling shelves and helped her get what she wanted-the tin contained the finished version of the Canary Creams made by the Weasley Brothers, a Christmas gift they had given him in his third year.
Honestly, as food went, these biscuits weren't particularly tasty. The Weasley Brothers clearly hadn't inherited their mother's