The Wolf is Coming Ch. 101
The sun was setting.
This was the Weasley family's regular dinner time, but when the dishes were placed on the table, few people were interested in enjoying the food.
While everyone was talking at the table, they always turned their eyes to a corner of the table intentionally or unintentionally; for most people, this was the first time they saw Abraham. A pure-blooded werewolf, a new member of the Order of the Phoenix, and Hermione's lover... No matter what his identity was, Abraham was worthy of their curiosity, not to mention that these labels were magically combined together.
Ron was always staring at Abraham with an extremely complicated look. He had heard that Hermione had a boyfriend outside of school, but he never thought that Hermione's boyfriend would be such a werewolf.
Perhaps Ron's scrutiny was too obvious, and Abraham looked up at him.
Champagne-colored eyes glowed faintly under the light, which reminded Ron of the giant wolf he saw that night at Hogwarts, and the scene of blood splattering emerged from his mind. His hand trembled, and the fork fell into the plate; Mrs. Weasley scolded him.
Emma probably noticed something, turned her head and "looked" at Abraham beside her, showing a puzzled expression.
"Nothing, his hand slipped." Abraham touched Emma's hair, shaved a strand of hair behind her ear, and then asked softly, "What sauce do you want to go with the steak? Black pepper or Italian vinegar?"
"Well... I want both, half and half." Emma said.
Abraham said "hmm", lowered his head to cut the steak on the plate into small pieces, brushed the sauce evenly, and then placed the plate of steak next to Emma's hand. His movements were very natural and skillful, and it was obvious that this was not the first time he did this.
Fleur watched the interaction between the two with great interest, revealing an envious look, and then nudged Bill beside her with her elbow. Bill immediately understood, and also brought Fleur's plate to himself, helping her cut the steak.
"By the way, Abraham, how is the matter I asked you to find out before?" Lupin suddenly asked.
"I learned something... In the next period of time, werewolves will not participate in the actions of the Death Eaters." Abraham poured Emma a glass of juice, and then continued, "It is said that during the last attack on Hogwarts, several non-pure-blood werewolves lost control and attacked the Death Eaters in turn, causing some chaos..."
"Is this news reliable?" Mad-Eye Moody asked.
"Of course. They don't know that I have joined you yet." Abraham said.
"If it's true, this is a good opportunity." Mr. Weasley interjected, "Appropriately advance some plans to avoid unnecessary trouble."
After dinner, Moody and Lupin left one after another not long after, but Abraham stayed.
Abraham had been away from Emma for more than half a month, and he wanted to accompany her. Unfortunately, the curiosity of the little Weasleys was too strong. He had just spoken a few words to Emma when they surrounded him and asked him questions. Even Fleur, who didn't speak English fluently, came to join in the fun. It was not until Mrs. Weasley thought they were too noisy and drove all the children back to their rooms that Abraham finally had some peace and quiet.
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It was late at night, and the Burrow finally returned to peace under the reflection of the starry sky.
Perhaps because she had slept too much recently, Emma lay in bed for a long time but couldn't fall asleep. Listening to the even and long breathing of Ginny and Fleur, she forced herself to empty her mind, but she still didn't feel sleepy at all.
At this time, Abraham's voice came from the earrings she had not taken off, "Hermione, are you asleep?"
"No." Emma laughed silently, "I've slept too much recently, and I'm not sleepy at all now."
Abraham laughed twice over there and said, "What a coincidence, I'm not sleepy either."
"Haven't you been very busy recently?" Emma asked in surprise, "Are you suffering from insomnia?"
"No, I miss you."
Emma felt her face getting hot, but she muttered, "Didn't we just meet today..."
"It's not just the two of us..." Abraham suddenly stopped talking, and after a while, he suddenly asked, "Which floor is your room? The third floor?"
Emma was so suddenly asked that she didn't react for a while, and thought for a long time before answering, "Well, yes, it's on the third floor..."
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