Tom put the newspaper in his hand back on the table, and the newspaper was written with a bold headline: "8 Killed!" Hal Hunter, a professor at the University of Sheffield, is to blame! "

There were other newspapers on the table, and most of the front-page headlines were related to Dr. Hunter: "Ancient Egyptian Ruins Revealed, Fault History May Be Completed", "17 Pieces of Gold, Thrilling Adventures of the Professor and the Pregnant Girl" ", "Blood Gold"...

"Dr. Hunter's life has been a bit difficult recently," Tom sighed. Dr. Hunter returned to England a few days earlier than them. His thrilling adventure and the precious cultural relics he brought back immediately caused a sensation, and the entire archaeological world was shocked. At the same time, six security company employees, two The death of three students also put Dr. Hunter at the center of the whirlpool of public opinion.

Tom was just glad that he and Hermione were not picked out by these reporters, which saved him a lot of trouble.

"Tom, breakfast is ready~" Hermione came out of the kitchen wearing an apron and carrying a plate.

Tom's face twitched unnaturally, "These jobs are actually completely fine..."

"No, let me come!" Hermione rejected Tom flatly, "This is my home, and it's my duty to prepare breakfast, so don't say any more!"

Tom picked up a fork, put the charred fried egg on the dark toast, and put two slices of bacon on top of it. At this moment, he felt as if he was going to a grave.

When Tom and Hermione returned to London, the Grangers were still on vacation in France... So Tom naturally lived in Hermione's house - the security situation in London has been deteriorating recently, leaving Hermione, a girl, to live alone Your house is not safe. Hermione also volunteered to take Tom's breakfast. After tasting Hermione's cooking, Tom took over the responsibility of cooking lunch and dinner with great determination.

While Tom was trying to finish off the sandwich in his hands, Hermione sat across from him with a bowl of cereal.

"Today I want to go to Regent Street." She fiddled with the cereal in her bowl with a spoon. "School is about to start and I need to buy some new clothes."

"Okay." Tom knew Hermione meant for him to go with her.

"Who do you think is better among Aristoc, Levante and REX?" Hermione suddenly asked a question.

Tom:!

These three companies are all well-known stocking brands in Europe and America.

Levante is a famous stockings brand founded in 1969 in the Mantua region of northern Italy. It is a representative of Italian design style and has been leading the trend of Italian stockings design. The REX brand originated in Paris, France in 1921. At that time, it was only available to members of the royal family and some prominent celebrities. It symbolizes the luxury and high quality of French products, and is recognized as the top luxury brand in the global hosiery industry. Aristoc is the oldest existing stocking brand in the UK. Founded in 1920, it is known as "the aristocrat in stockings".

"Ah, I don't know very well. What do these three stores sell?" Tom's eyes wandered for a while, not daring to answer the question directly.

How could this kind of nonsense fool Hermione, she chuckled, "Really? I think you seem to like it-"

Facing Hermione's flat A, Tom handed in all his skills directly. Fortunately, the newscaster on TV helped Tom out of the siege: "The following is a short message, this station's telegram, yesterday at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, Forza Sirius Black, a prisoner in Dayton Prison, took advantage of the wind time to escape by climbing the canopy to the prison wall and forcibly escaped. His whereabouts are currently unknown.

Sirius Black, male, was born on November 3, 1959, 174cm tall, with black hair and gray eyes. He was sentenced to life imprisonment in 1980 for bombing that killed 12 people.

The public must be aware that Sirius Black was armed and extremely dangerous. A reporting hotline has been set up, and the general public is invited to pay attention to discovering and actively reporting. "

At the same time, a thin face appeared on the TV screen.

Hermione covered her mouth and said in shock: "My God, he killed twelve people! It's terrible!"

Then the announcer's face returned to the screen, and the other news was announced: "Secretary of the Interior Jim Harker..."

Tom turned off the TV.

"Are you still going to Regent Street? You know Sirius hasn't been arrested yet, he could be anywhere—"

"But you can definitely protect me, can't you?" Hermione kicked Tom lightly twice, "Crack! Crack—twice, and this murderous monster will be brought down and brought to justice."

"It's not that simple." Just then a tawny owl flew in through the window, threw a roll of newspapers into Tom's hands, stood on one foot on the dining table, and stretched out a bird tied with a small Leather Paws.

Tom's eyes lit up, and he immediately handed the unfinished toast to the owl.

Owl: ⊙▽⊙

Owl: Thank you for your kindness, but duck doesn't have to—

Tom: Take it, you!

He poked the toast on the owl's beak at once, then quickly took out a few copper nuts, stuffed them into a leather bag, and sent the owl out of the house.

Tom spread out the "Daily Prophet" sent by the owl, pointed to a photo on the front page and motioned Hermione to take a look:

【The Most Dangerous Man: Sirius Black】

"It seems that the editor of the newspaper didn't regard the mysterious man as a man." Tom complained. Also "the most dangerous man", how can this kind of words make Grindelwald and Voldemort feel embarrassed?

"The fugitive is a wizard."

Hermione: ...

But not even a demented murderer wandering around could stop Hermione from going shopping on Regent Street.

When Tom sat on the small sofa and ate yogurt ice cream while watching Hermione pick and choose among a large pile of clothes~lightnovelpub.net~ he felt that it was really the right decision to go out today.

Hermione sat next to him holding a pair of black nylon stockings.

"What do you think of this pair of socks? I feel that if you match them with a tulle skirt, the pair of black wedge heel boots you just saw, and this little top hat, you can create an elegant retro look, but the elasticity of nylon socks is too poor It's..."

Tom swallowed and was about to say something when a gentle and familiar voice rang in his ears.

"Excellent vision, Miss Granger, but Madam Malkin may have a better choice."

Gan! Tom almost jumped up, the owner of this voice was very familiar to him, it was their lovely headmaster: Dumbledore!

He looked towards the source of the sound, and sure enough, Dumbledore, wearing a traveling cloak and a pointed hat, was looking at him kindly.

At this moment, Tom had only one thought in his mind: Dumbledore, your uncle!

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