Faced with Su Er pressing her at every turn, Hermione panicked. Of course she remembered what she had promised.
Turning into a cat and letting Su Er play with her was far too embarrassing.
How was that any different from stripping naked and letting him have his way with her?
So, her face scarlet, Hermione fled.
Su Er was in no hurry, either. Heh, that little girl couldn't escape the palm of Tathagata Buddha. Ahem...
Hearing Hermione slam the door in her panic, Su Er smiled and got up to go upstairs. He had to write to Amelia at once and tell her to stay alert at all times.
How should I word it to get Amelia to heed my advice?
Su Er uncapped his pen, thought for a while, and took out a clean sheet of white paper. Black ink flowed smoothly from the nib.
Su Er watched Little Ash fly away with two owls whose flight was somewhat unsteady.
The big one was naturally Little Ash, while the two smaller ones were his children, following their father to learn how to be proper messengers. What about the other two, then?
Su Er had given one to Hagrid, while Harry had given the other to Ginny.
These two naturally had owners now, too. One was a gift to celebrate Angel becoming a wizard, and the other, of course, belonged to Hermione.
Hopefully, the letter would put Amelia on her guard.
Late that same night, over the North Sea, these waters lay beneath clouds all year round, never seeing the light of day.
Rumble... A bolt of lightning flashed through the thick clouds, illuminating everything for an instant. A boat came cutting through the waves, a man wrapped in black robes standing at its prow. His narrow, scarlet eyes were