curse the world at hogwarts

Since there was nothing wrong with Harry, Rhine was not in a hurry to meet him. Instead, he thought of the fake "Harry" he had left aside.

As time passed, the effect of the polyjuice potion on the little guy had dissipated, revealing a silly little face.

Yes, because the child halo is indeed cute, but the round face looks a bit silly.

In addition, looking at his pot head, Rhine made two conclusions without any basis -

This guy’s face will definitely look like a nang from now on.

And this child will definitely be bald in the future.

While complaining, Rhine picked up the kid and walked towards the vaguely visible village in the distance, intending to send the little guy home.

With his departure, the wildness lost its last bit of popularity, and the withered tall grass made a lonely "swirling" sound in the cold winter wind...

Not long after she returned to the Ministry of Magic, Tonks was planning to find a seer to figure out what happened behind her back just now, but she was called out by Scrimgeour again.

This was the news that Dumbledore's "personal expedition" had opened up a wolf's den, and the entire Ministry of Magic became curious.

Just before setting off, Minister Fudge suddenly stopped in front of Scrimgeour.

"Rufus!" he asked anxiously, "Where's Dolores?"

What's the matter with me? ! !

Scrimgeour is confused. Isn't Umbridge your "favorite"?

As a result, it was only then that everyone was suddenly startled, and all thought of the pink toad——

Yup!

Where did Umbridge go?

In the wilderness of Norfolk, a pink toad finally woke up, sitting in the tall grass much taller than itself and blinking.

who am I?

Where am i?

What am I going to do?

……

Not to mention that the senior deputy minister of the Ministry of Magic was trying to survive in the wilderness, Rhine had already brought the little guy to the village, but he did not dare to go in immediately.

Because he saw that the village was very lively at the moment, and the sound of police cars was constantly heard.

Have parents discovered it yet?

Is this posture too grand?

Rhine used the Disguise Charm to circle around the edge of the village, scratching his head in distress.

These werewolves can cause him too much trouble!

This little guy who is bound to be bald is not an ordinary person!

After patrolling for a while, Rhine not only saw the law enforcement officers, but also the dog he had complained about countless times in his previous life... the lobster soldier with a bearskin hat.

The Royal Guards are out?

Even if this kid is not a member of the Wang family, he must be related to the Lafayette family.

Rhine had a headache. He originally planned to find a place to leave the little guy. When he woke up, no matter what nonsense he said, he would be regarded as a child's fantasy by adults.

But not now.

If the little guy really saw something before he fell into coma, this would be a major incident directly involving the "Secrecy Act."

This place is so close to the exchange site. Who knows if the Ministry of Magic will take the opportunity to take dirty water from Rhine?

Besides, what if there is some prophet in the Ministry of Magic who has not been stabbed, and notices that a child is missing near the exchange site, and it is related to Harry?

Just as Rhine's mind was buzzing and he was working rapidly to find a solution, he suddenly saw a familiar face among a group of men and women in colorful clothes who were incompatible with the scene.

How could he be here?

Rhine was stunned for a while, and after confirming again and again that this guy was indeed the person he knew, he waved the wand in his hand.

The place where this group of people stood happened to be under a huge camphor tree.

I saw a leaf falling down and falling on the shoulder of a square-faced noble man in the crowd.

He was watching the scene calmly, casually picking the leaves off his shoulders and wanting to throw them away, but he accidentally caught a glimpse of a seemingly natural growth mark on it.

The man was so lucky that he turned around and started searching. Fortunately, as a king's agent, he had excellent qualities. He just scratched his ears as if nothing had happened and quietly withdrew from the crowd.

Half a minute later, the two met in a corner behind the village.

"Galahad? Why are you here?" Rhine asked.

Galahad scratched his head in embarrassment: "I am a knight myself."

"..."

Rhine was speechless for a moment.

You nobles usually have so much time to spare, right?

But it makes sense when you think about it. After all, Kingsman originated from Sir Thomas Riddle of Oxford, and it is normal for him to have some aristocratic elements.

These nobles were originally a part of Dayang's senior management who could barely see them, and they had a certain existence significance.

Just like the ideological enlightenment in the East comes from the unsteady elite class, it is ultimately the awakened lower class people who complete the historical mission.

After all, in that information-blocked era, they took the lead and fell behind.

However, during the two wars, the relatively knowledgeable nobles suffered heavy losses on the battlefield. At the same time, they were hit by the wave of democratic movement, and they gradually became idle workers.

Therefore, instead, his main business became the king's man.

According to Galahad, because he was on leave after a previous operation, the Ace Agent had nothing to do these days, so his wife contacted him and asked him to come here to attend a party at the main house.

In fact, it is all kinds of messy things to communicate with each other, and I hope that he, a single man, can find love.

"Wait a minute..." Rhine suddenly heard something strange, "Are you divorced?"

Galahad quickly shut up, feeling distressed that he had let the news slip: "It's... just... a short paragraph."

"Ok."

Rhine felt that there was a big melon but it was not ripe enough. Now it was easy to eat it. Sarilang finally returned to the topic and fished out the little guy who was still sleeping soundly from behind.

"What am I..."

Galahad was shocked when he saw the little guy's face clearly!

"I know you have a preference for children, but we can't do this!"

In Galahad's eyes, Rhine, perhaps due to serious shortcomings in her youth, was like a twat, and could no longer get satisfaction from Hermione, Wednesday, Harry, Ron, etc...

He started to attack the children on the roadside!

"Even if I give birth to one?" Galahad considered the words, "Even if it costs a little money!"

"Where did you think you were going!" Rhine put the child into his arms speechlessly, "You can send it back on the way."

Among the current three Knights of the Round Table in Kingsman, Arthur Maqiang is an old-fashioned, Lancelot is like a loser, and Galahad has always been the role model for whoever is good.

But it happened that this model dropped the child again just like taking a hot yam.

"If you want us to be exposed, leave it to me!"

Galahad growled seriously, as if he had been stained with something unclean just now.

"Downing Street is alarmed!"

"Anyone who comes into contact with this child now will be investigated for three generations!"

"Do you want my identity as a knight of the Round Table and a lackey of the wizard to be exposed?"

Rhine couldn't help but be speechless, suddenly filled with inexplicable respect for the future bald man in his arms.

"Who? So awesome?"

"Wait a minute...what is a lackey?"

Galahad ignored the second sentence and said almost close to Rhine's ear: "Have you ever heard of the man who caused chaos in England more than half a month ago?"

As he spoke, he poked his head out of the corner and pointed out the protagonist of his words to Rhine.

Rhine looked over curiously and saw a man in rich clothes with a tiger-like smile, a sullen face, coldly violently beating a sobbing woman sitting at the gate of the village's main house.

And that woman had medium-to-short hair that was so voluminous that women all over England and even the world would envy her. She couldn't even see her face clearly, but her temperament made Rhine feel pity for her just a dozen meters away.

"Isn't it?" Rhine was dumbfounded.

"That's right." Galahad nodded.

Rhine looked down at the little guy in his arms speechlessly.

"Why didn't you inherit from your mother?"

He said this to the Duke of Cambridge, who would indeed be bald enough to become a monk in the future.

Complaints are complaints, but things have really gotten serious.

That old pervert Hannibal is a bastard...

He actually allowed two werewolves to kidnap Lafayette's grandson!

There is absolutely no inheritance of good genes...

Princess Di’s cub!