LRAB Chapter 56 The Puppy with an Aristocratic Name
Chapter 56 The Puppy with an Aristocratic Name
Lyra stared in surprise at the black-haired boy who had suddenly appeared. His exquisite robes and the system's strategy tips clearly indicated that he was a wizard.
Moreover, judging from the other party's indifferent face and the arrogance that seeped into their bones, it was a very typical Slytherin temperament, and they were probably pure-blooded.
but--
Leila looked down at the Samoyed that was still wagging its tail at her. Even though it had pure white fur and smiled like an angel, it was still a Muggle dog!
A proud, pure-blooded Slytherin raising a Muggle dog?
No matter how unbelievable it seemed, Lyra still refused ruthlessly: "Even if you bring your master here today, I will not agree."
"Laptor, come home with me." The tall boy completely ignored Layla and coldly commanded the white Samoyed.
But when the Samoyed heard its owner's words, it only wagged its tail perfunctorily twice. After that, it continued to stare obediently and eagerly at Layla... the swallowtail dog in her arms.
The story begins a week ago. Since bringing the puppy home, Leila has been taking it for walks every day. On the second day, she encountered this Samoyed that was out alone.
For some reason, the Samoyed fell in love with Leila's little swallowtail dog at first sight. Not only did it follow them all the way back to the hotel that day, but it also remembered the way to the hotel and waited at the hotel entrance every day.
What's even more remarkable is that he instinctively knows how to please his future mother-in-law. Every day, he'd somehow manage to snag a bunch of daisies, sneak into the hotel, and place them outside Leila's room. Then, with a keen eye, he'd slip out of the hotel and wait for Leila to bring her dog downstairs across the street.
This Samoyed is practically a human being!
After doing this for a week, the hotel staff and many guests found out about it. Everyone was filled with affection for this clever Samoyed, and some even openly and secretly started shipping them as a couple.
Lyra, a new mother, showed no kindness to the suitor who had appeared years earlier than her. Her Belle was still a baby, how could she let some random stray dog seduce her like that!
Okay, now she knows this Samoyed isn't a stray dog and has a purebred wizard owner, but that doesn't change the fact that this little perverted dog wanted to abduct someone else's underage princess!
"Laputa, go home. I'll say it again." The tall boy's face was as gloomy as the eve of a storm at Hogwarts.
The Samoyed still wagged its tail quickly at its owner, but its body remained motionless, essentially just going through the motions.
"Laputa!" The last calm before the storm. "I'll count to three—"
“One—” The Samoyed turned around and looked at its owner.
"Two—" The Samoyed stood up and raised its head.
“Three—” The Samoyed walked towards Laila and plopped down at Laila’s feet.
"..."
"Pfft—" Leila couldn't help but burst out laughing.
The tall boy immediately looked up, his cold blue eyes blazing with fury as he glared at Leila.
"I'm sorry, I just couldn't help it—" Leila quickly tried to keep a straight face.
"Laputa Rothmond Frikel Nott!" The storm had completely erupted.
The Samoyed, now seemingly possessed, suddenly lay down on the ground with a thud, revealing its snow-white belly to Laila and displaying an angelic smile in a fawning manner.
"Hahahaha—" Lyra finally couldn't help but laugh. What good dog would have such a long, aristocratic name? Oh, it's a purebred noble dog, never mind~
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Theodore Nott had never shown such intense emotions before; he was like a cold, isolated iceberg, forever keeping himself apart from others.
He was born into the Nott family, one of the sacred Twenty-Eight Pureblood families, and was the youngest son of the elder Nott. He should have been pampered like Draco Malfoy, but his mother died when Theodore was very young.
He was raised by his father alone. Old Nott was not a lenient, warm, or doting father; he treated his only son, his sole heir, with strict and high-pressure discipline. Fortunately, Old Nott was very busy and saw Theodore less often than the Nott family's house-elves.
It could be said that Theodore was essentially raised by house-elves and the portraits of the Nott family.
Lacking a mother's warmth, and with only a busy and strict father, a timid house-elves, and an ancient portrait that had long since passed away, this dark-haired boy naturally grew into a precocious, taciturn, and aloof individual.
Theodore once overheard Pansy and Daphne laughing and talking in private. They imagined what kind of animals the boys in their circle would be if they learned to be Animagus. Draco might be a proud white peacock, Blaise would probably be a black fox, and he would definitely be a blue-eyed lone wolf.
Lone wolf.
Theodore pondered the word, a sneer rising in his heart.
There's nothing wrong with being a lone wolf.
Moreover, true love and sincerity don't exist in the circles of pure-blooded aristocrats.
Was Pansy chasing after Draco just because she was infatuated with him? The Parkinson family's abacus beads were about to hit him in the face.
Daphne loved to play with him and his friends from a young age. Was it because he was a likable person?
The Nott family's vast fortune required a noblewoman of pure blood to become the future Mrs. Nott.
He knew all the rules, but he wouldn't cooperate. At a Slytherin ball, when Daphne was refused a dance invitation by him, he said that he was born with the Freezing Charm and would never need to learn it.
He casually pointed out that with Daphne's low-flying Charms class grades, it was easy for her to give wrong examples, and suggested that she should use different metaphors in the future.
He then enjoyed a long period of peace and quiet, and for almost a month Daphne spent her time flirting with Blaise in the Slytherin common room.
Theodore had no sympathy for Blaise, the cunning, amorous, and picky black fox who could easily manipulate Daphne.
So what? It was Daphne's own choice; it has nothing to do with him.
In fact, his childhood sweetheart Daphne had less influence on his emotions than his dog.
At least the dog he raised from a puppy, the one he trusted completely, was something he had completely categorized in his own little world, something that belonged entirely to him.
This is the only beloved thing he raised from a tiny kitten, feeding it milk and meat, taking care of its every need, and even carefully considering its name.