Harry Potter and the Badger Who Can’t Magic

Auston put down the teacup and went upstairs to his room, and took the dragon skin bag downstairs.

"Dad, this is a present for you." Allston took out a square flat box from the bag and gave it to Mr. Brown.

The box looks premium. Brown and light brown plaids are matched, and there is a small dark brown flower on the upper left corner.

Mr. Brown accepted with a smile, he opened the lid, and inside was a red crocodile leather belt.

"Thank you Auston, I just need a belt called my cashmere trousers." Mr. Brown looked very fond of his gift.

Auston found another gift for Mrs. Brown from the dragonskin bag.

It's also a small, flat box, a little bigger than the one just given to Mr. Brown.

There is no pattern on the box, but a layer of black fine velvet on the outside, which feels very soft to the touch. Looks like a lot of value.

"This is your mother."

He handed the gift into Mrs. Brown's hands, and looked at her eagerly, looking forward to the scene when she opened it.

Mrs. Brown smiled and reached out to take Auston's gift.

"Hurry up and open it, mom!" Sissi shouted aside, the girl's intuition made her feel that she must like what her mother is holding.

Mrs. Brown touched her daughter's little head, then turned to look at her son's expectant eyes, and opened the gift with a smile.

Sure enough, it lived up to Qian Qian's expectations. Inside was a thin necklace with a blue crystal in the shape of a water drop hanging from the bottom.

"Wow!" Sissy exclaimed looking at the necklace, "It must be expensive."

She finally looked away from the necklace and turned to Auston:

"Where did you get so much money from?"

Auston stinky blinked his eyes: "I won't tell you."

How could he say that before leaving the UK, Mr. Brown quietly stuffed him with a roll of euros, almost a hundred yuan in large bills, for fear that his son would be wronged in France.

Once Qian Qian found out, it was time for this careful girl to nag again.

"Cut!" Qian Qian crossed her arms nonchalantly: "I'm not curious."

Auston nodded and looked at her with interest.

"What are you looking at!" Annoying the little guy, she stretched out her hand to Auston: "Where's my gift? You didn't buy it for me, did you?"

Auston smiled and said, "Haha, of course not."

With that said, he took out another small package from the dragon skin bag. This time, it was obviously different from the previous two gifts.

It was covered with silver-gray wrapping paper, and the two ends were tied with a cross-knotted thread.

Sissi grabbed the package from Auston's hands with excitement, looking forward to unpacking.

When he saw the gift, the expression on his face became faster than the speed of light.

"What! It's actually a book!"

Qian Qian held the torn wrapping paper in her left hand, and in her right hand a copy of "The Story of Bedouin the Poet" that can be seen everywhere in Diagon Alley.

"Just use this to perfunctory me!" Sissy questioned Auston with a look of resentment.

Auston put the dragonskin bag on the dining table, then sat back on his seat and took a sip from his own teacup.

"I happened to see this book in a wizard store in France. I think it's perfect for you, little brat!" Auston said with a smirk.

Sissi slammed the book on the table and sat down opposite Auston:

"Who are you calling a brat? Harry received this book at Christmas last year. I don't know how many times I've read it!"

Qian Qian roared, spitting all over Auston's face: "Besides, you finally brought me such a gift after a trip abroad, can you still be a little sincere!"

"How can you be sincere?" Auston asked with a smile, putting down his teacup.

"Just... like accessories, like, like, mother's necklace, it looks pretty good to me."

Sissi suddenly turned off the fire, a little shy and stumbling, but Auston laughed.

"So our Miss Qian Qian has also become a big girl. Do you want jewelry?"

Ignoring Auston's teasing, Sissi pretended to be serious:

"No matter what I want, even if you bring something else back, you will be more sincere than something like this."

Auston stretched out his hand across the dining table and patted Sissi's little head:

"Okay, okay, next time I give you a gift, brother, I will definitely give you a more beautiful necklace."

Qian Qian threw off his hand, rolled her eyes, and pouted, "That's about it."

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After giving gifts to the family, Auston went upstairs with the dragonskin bag.

It happened to be Monday, and the Browns had to go to work. They had changed their clothes and left after having eaten breakfast.

Sissi also went upstairs to write to Hermione Ron, informing them of Harry's recent situation.

Leave Dolly alone downstairs to clean up the dishes and the room.

Auston returned to the room, opened the curtains, and let the sun shine into the room through the bay window.

He sorted out the remaining gifts in his dragonskin bag, including gifts for Hufflepuff friends and Quidditch players.

Suddenly, he noticed a beautiful box in the back of the bag.

He reached out and took out the box from inside.

The box is small and can only be grasped, and the purple wrapping paper has a faint fragrance. Inside are his carefully selected fragrances in the store.

That was what he was going to give to Delphi.

He squeezed the box in his hand and remembered the scene when Delphi handed Mr. LeMay champagne at the auction.

'No, I have to go to her house to see her, make sure she is safe, and then ask her why she poisoned Mr. Lemay. ’ Auston thought like this~www.NovelMTL.com~ and stuffed the perfume box back into the dragon skin bag, then opened the door and shouted at the opposite door:

"Cissy, I'm going out for a while."

"Oh, I see!" Qian Qian responded inside the door.

Afterwards, Auston quickly went downstairs.

He had just walked downstairs when Dolly, a house elf in an apron, saw it and hurriedly stopped him:

"Mr. Allston, I have something to ask for your help."

In order to distinguish the two Mr. Browns in the family, Dolly deliberately only called Auston's name.

Auston walked up to her and nodded politely: "If you need any help from me, just say."

Dolly went to the coffee table beside the sofa in the living room and took out a stack of newspapers from under the glass coffee table:

"Everything that Dolly should have been cleaned has been cleaned, but here are the papers. Some of them are old papers, but Mr. Brown folded them so neatly that Dolly couldn't tell whether they should be thrown away or not."

Auston had received the stack of old newspapers and looked at it carefully. Sure enough, it had been a while, and there was even the Manchester City Daily two weeks ago.

"Just leave today's ones. Dad's habit of reading newspapers is to read them that day, and the rest should be put together with the recyclables."

Auston said that he was about to hand the pile of newspapers back to Dolly.

But I didn't expect that Dolly stretched out her hand a little slower, Auston was in a hurry to leave again, and the thing in her hand was released two seconds sooner.

A pile of newspapers snapped and fell to the floor.

Dolly hurriedly bent down to pick it up, messing up the order of the newspapers.

From the chaotic pile of newspapers, Auston saw a few lines of large characters: There was an explosion at No. 12 Thorn Flower Alley in the early hours of yesterday. Fortunately, the explosion house was uninhabited and there were no casualties. The police are further investigating.