Harry Potter and the Badger Who Can’t Magic

At this time, Auston was upstairs waiting for Dumbledore's reply.

At dinner, his mother called outside the door, but he still didn't go out.

He hadn't eaten for almost a day, and his stomach began to growl physiologically. But he still doesn't feel hungry at all.

Just like that, holding the comb still tangled in Delphi's hair, she sat by the bed and waited quietly.

Near midnight, the constant thumping sound from the window pulled Auston's thoughts back.

Sissi's owl was holding a letter in its mouth, and it tapped his window with its wings.

Auston hurriedly stood up and opened the window to welcome the owl in.

The owl flapped its wings and landed on his shoulder.

Auston took a small piece of butter from his pocket and handed it to Owl's beak in exchange for his letter.

After eating the butter, the owl flew to the empty cage on Auston's bedside table to make up for his sleep - Auston brought its cage back to the room in the afternoon so that it could come directly to his room.

Auston hurriedly walked to the door with the letter in his hand and turned on the chandelier on the ceiling.

The owl, who was about to sleep, let out a grumpy cry because of the dazzling light.

"Ah, sorry." Auston took out one of his black shirts from the closet and put it over the owl's cage.

When there is no light, the little owl sleeps contentedly.

Auston sat back by the bed and opened Dumbledore's letter.

Above is the font of Dumbledore's iconic circle circle.

"Dear Auston,

Good afternoon, I am not surprised at all to receive your letter. I'm sorry I withheld the news about the killing of Miss Spender's family, I hope you can understand my feelings, at that time in order to protect Nicole, I can't let any other accident disrupt our plans. "

Seeing this sentence, Auston's teeth tickled with hatred, but he actually admitted it directly.

But even though he was angry, he could understand that if Mr. Lemay was about to be in danger, he knew that Delphi had been kidnapped. I'm afraid I can't choose for a while, whether to continue to protect Mr. LeMay or to go back to the UK to track down Delphi's whereabouts.

All Dumbledore did was to help him make a choice.

He endured his anger and continued to look down.

"I did get the antidote from Miss Spender at the auction, and I also knew her current situation.

Miss Spender is also helpless, for some reason she is in a dilemma. But please rest assured that she is absolutely safe now.

In addition, I would like to thank you Auston, because she saw you at the meeting. Without you, I would not have gotten the antidote from Miss Spender so easily.

Or because your presence may affect her choice to a certain extent. Young love always awakens the innocent side of the heart, doesn't it?

Because I made an agreement with Miss Delphi to keep her secret from you. I can't tell you where she is yet. But please trust that she will always be safe.

The Aurors will also continue to investigate, they will successfully rescue the Spender family, please be patient.

Sincerely,

"Dumbledore"

At the end of the letter, Auston was at a loss for a while, but since Dumbledore had guaranteed that Delphi was still safe, he was relieved. He knew that Dumbledore never lied easily.

But what does it mean that Delphi was specifically mentioned in the letter because he could change his mind.

Why didn't she let Dumbledore tell herself?

Auston felt a deep powerlessness. He had been in love with Delphi for so long, but he never discovered that she had so many secrets he didn't know.

He let out a long sigh of relief and fell on the bed. Putting his hands on his forehead, he pondered, and the exhaustion of a tense day struck. Gradually fell into sleep.

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Auston was awakened by the noise downstairs.

He slowly opened his eyes and found that he fell asleep like this last night.

The chandelier in the room was still on. The letter from Dumbledore was thrown casually by the bed, and in his hand he was still holding the small comb with Delphi's hair. The serrations of the comb made an angular mark in his palm.

The owl on the bedside table was violently slamming against the cage door, and the shirt covering it had long since been knocked to the ground.

Auston carefully put the comb under the dragonskin bag attached to his waist - along with the perfume for Delphi.

Then he rubbed his messy hair, bent down, picked up the shirt on the ground, and put it back in the closet.

He patted his cheek again to sort out his mood.

It has been decadent for a day, so I can't let my parents worry.

After moving his somewhat stiff face, he carried the swaying owl cage downstairs.

The breakfast downstairs has been prepared, and Sissi is sitting at the dining table, fiddling with something in her hand.

Mrs. Brown was cutting the fried eggs on the plate.

"Good morning, Mr. Auston." Dolly, who was pouring tea into a teacup, saw Auston go downstairs, and stopped to bend over to say hello to him~www.NovelMTL.com~Auston smiled Nodding: "Morning Dolly."

He put the cage on the coffee table, walked to the dining table, cut a small piece of cheese with a knife and threw it into the owl's cage, and filled its small water bowl with water.

Looking at Auston's usual behavior, Mrs. Brown was a little worried.

After Auston had served the owl and sat back to his own seat at the dining table, Mrs. Brown took his hand and asked with concern:

"Are you okay, Os."

Auston stretched out his other hand and clapped his mother's hand, nodded with a smile, "I'm fine, mom, don't worry."

Mrs. Brown got his answer, and she didn't see any clues from his face, so she was relieved for the time being.

At this moment, Mr. Brown with water on his face came out of the bathroom.

While wiping the water marks on his face with a towel, he asked, "How is it dear? Can you take a leave of absence?"

Mrs. Brown pursed her lips and shook her head: "I'm afraid I can't do Alger. There are two surgeries this afternoon, and I can't go away."

"Then I'll call the office later. I still have two days of annual leave. I should be able to get approval." Mr. Brown said, hanging the wet towel on the hanger. Sit down at the table.

"What's the matter, Dad?" Auston looked at the couple and asked with a questioning expression, "What's the matter with you?"

Mr. Brown smiled, he took a bite of the buttered toast, his voice was a little muffled in his throat:

"It's not about us, it's about you." He pointed to Sissy and Auston.

Auston turned his head to look at Sissy, and only then did he see what Sissy was fiddling with—two admission letters for the second year of Hogwarts.