HP solves the mystery

Draco's birthday party was not grand, just like an ordinary family party, with only acquaintances coming and going.

Various rare flowers in the garden were also put out for appreciation, and the task of the house elf was to watch over the little master and not let his mischievous hands harm the delicate flowers.

Regulus appeared at the banquet with his wife and daughter. Little Anguilla opened her black grape-like eyes and looked around curiously.

Cynthia carried her daughter into the garden pavilion, where many children had already gathered.

Draco was playing with a little girl with a fire dragon doll, and several other children were nibbling pastries in their hands.

The wives of each family were sitting on the other side chatting, laughing from time to time when they saw the children's loving actions.

Narcissa took Anguilla and found that the chubby little girl was heavier again.

"How are you doing lately? I mean, um, the one at the beach." Narcissa kissed the girl's little face and asked her to call her 'aunt'.

Cynthia stuffed a thumb-sized pastry into her mouth, drank a sip of black tea, and said, "I went to see him last month. The situation was okay, but...he always thought..." The last sentence was very vague, and no one could hear it. not understand.

Narcissa sighed sadly. The Black family were not so much madmen as they were stubborn. They believed that even eight cows could not be pulled back.

Lucius and the others who were talking outside happened to also talk about this topic, and the relaxed atmosphere became somewhat silent.

The Parkinson family owner and Crabbe on the side wisely said that they wanted to visit the garden, leaving the space for them.

Severus stood up, pretending not to notice Lucius's hesitation, and walked into the garden with a frown.

Little Barty smiled politely at Lucius, got up and left.

"Sirius...still refuses to say anything..." Lucius broke the silence first, his brows filled with fatigue.

Regulus looked in the direction of the garden and sighed, thinking of his troubled brother, he just felt tired.

Three months ago, they received news that two people had immigrated to Australia. They helped with the immigration procedures. After investigation, they found out that Peter, who was said to have been killed with only one finger left, had been resurrected and was still carrying a The old mother went to Australia to live a retirement life.

"I don't know what he is insisting on, but..." Regulus pinched his knuckles and said his final conclusion with some tangle, "My parents seem to want to get him out..."

Lucius looked confused when he heard this. He twirled the family head ring on his hand, not knowing how to evaluate his brother-in-law.

"I mean, the fact that he killed 13 Muggles was decided by the Aurors." He touched the family head's ring and spoke uncertainly, "If...he is really...Australia will have to send someone past…"

Regulus nodded and agreed with his statement. This may also be the reason why he didn't arrest anyone immediately. At that time, all the incriminating evidence pointed to Sirius.

But even if he was cleared of the suspicion of murder, staying in Azkaban for so long still cost him something.

"I have delivered medicine before, but there is nothing I can do. One died, one escaped, and one is missing..." Regulus was a little helpless. Whether this brother was a Death Eater or the Order of the Phoenix, neither side seemed to like him very much. he.

In the Black family, he and his father and mother were the only ones who still paid attention to Sirius.

"How about letting Karkaroff go to Australia? If you want..." Lucius suggested. Anyway, Peter has no use value to him, so it would be better to make the best use of it.

Regulus frowned and thought for a while, planning to go back and tell his mother the matter so that they could make a decision.

In the garden, Severus looked at the few precious flowers that could be used to make potions and were about to move. After walking around the corner with the Parkinson family, he saw the ladies at the party.

Little Barty was chatting next to him, and asked him insinuatingly if he had any more moonlight grass or other precious medicinal materials. He wanted to brew a potion.

"You drink?" Severus glanced at the tall little Barty and asked speechlessly.

"It's not impossible." Little Barty laughed and turned to talk about other things.

Let’s take another look at the fertility potion and stuff.

White peacocks played by the fountain, and the crisp bird song echoed in everyone's ears.

This was not the first time Severus saw this white peacock, but every time he saw it he would be shocked by their beauty.

Parkinson and Crabbe talked about the development of New Diagon Alley. They did not care about the other people around them and started talking loudly. After all, as long as New Diagon Alley is built, their achievements will be written into the history books.

Severus listened to economics and architecture for a while, his mind was buzzing, and he finally came to the conclusion that buying land and building a building would not cost him money.

Fortunately, he didn't have to stay long. After eating a tasteless lunch, he was finally able to say goodbye and go home.

"Goodbye, Severus." Regulus smiled as gently as ever, as if the alienation of the past two years did not exist.

Perhaps it should be said that he was finally able to face the young man in front of him calmly.

Severus also raised the corner of his mouth slightly and replied calmly, "Goodbye, Regulus."

The two people's eyes met for a moment, but they quickly moved away, as if they were still in school, leaving without any nostalgia.

It was overcast in London and it looked like it was going to rain.

Severus returned home, took off his uncomfortable formal clothes, and subconsciously wanted to hold the kitten in his arms and stroke it.

After calling several times but receiving no response, he remembered that the cat cub and the basilisk had gone to the Forbidden Forest.

The cat cub in the Forbidden Forest did not hesitate to reject the mother unicorn's suggestion to invite him to drink milk. After picking up a handful of unicorn hair and a few horns, he meowed and summoned the centaurs to carry him. He returned to the gathering place by himself.

Previously, the basilisk said that he wanted to come to the Forbidden Forest to see the unicorn's new cub. He thought it was just an excuse, but who knew it was really a new cub, all pink and tender.

Fu Maomao suspected that he could make the cub cry with just one kick, but it was impossible to just do it.

Thinking of the loving eyes of the female unicorn, he just felt awkward.

It's terrible. Are all female beasts in the child-rearing period so maternal? Fu Maomao thought of the scene of being cupped on the belly of a female unicorn, and the cat hairs all over his body stood up.

He grew up, well, maybe he drank breast milk as a toddler, but from the time he could remember, the most shameful thing he felt was turning into a kitten and then being picked up and brought home to drink a bottle.

The result was unexpected...

Fu Maomao was silent for a while, then nestled in the small tent and picked up the diary.

He has not absorbed the soul fragments inside yet. Firstly, his body as a cat cub is too weak. Secondly, he failed to trick the basilisk into emptying the potion room this time.

So this time, he didn't dare to absorb the soul piece at will, otherwise if the soul piece exploded, he would be in danger, not to mention that he was still a 16-year-old energetic soul piece.

The diary was a sixteen-year-old handsome boy, Voldemort was at his most ambitious at that time. Not long after he learned of his birth, he also learned how to make Horcruxes from Slughorn. It was a time when he was very satisfied.

In the house constructed in the diary, the handsome young boy with red eyes and black hair looked at the ugly main soul that had turned into a scarred face and laughed unceremoniously.

"Have you not given up yet?" The young man's handsome face showed a sneer, and his ruby ​​eyes flashed cunningly, "I thought you had forgotten the past a long time ago. Should I call you Tom, or Voldemort?"

Fu Maomao tried hard to control the magic power in his body so as not to absorb the fragments due to his inner desire.

"We are one, there is no need to say so many polite words." Fu Maomao looked at the young man with a serious face, a little helpless in his eyes. He was desensitized by Severus calling Tom.

"There's nothing good about me merging with you. Besides, I'm fine on my own." The young man smiled faintly. He was so decisive when he separated from him, but now he just wants him to go back after just a few words?

Fu Maomao lowered his head and wanted to lick his paws. Suddenly he remembered that he was now in human form and yawned covertly.

He really didn't expect that the soul fragments in the diary would give birth to autonomous consciousness. If other soul fragments were like the diary, it would be difficult for him.

"If you don't want to come back, I will soak you in the venom of the basilisk for three days. I don't think you will like it." Fu Maomao thought about it and said this. Anyway, the soul piece had read his own memory and knew what he was talking about. What.

The handsome young man's expression changed, and with a wave of his hand, the gorgeous decorations around him disappeared, replaced by pure white.

"Is this a threat?" The young man looked at the cat with red eyes in confusion, and a trace of anger quietly flashed between his eyebrows.

Fu Maomao nodded calmly, and the words in his mouth were cold and ruthless, "Why don't you count it? My dear other me."

The boy's handsome eyebrows moved. As a soul piece, he was weak and pitiful. What's more, the diary as a carrier was still in Mao Zai's hands. He didn't have much choice.

"Did you only find me, or all of them?" He thought for a while and asked the question in his heart.

Fu Maomao nodded, not surprised by his question. At the age of sixteen, he knew that he would not create just one Horcrux.

"All."

They were having soul-to-soul conversations in the diary, but to outsiders, the cat slept soundly holding a dark diary, purring from time to time.

The basilisk and the cat cub were making trouble in the Forbidden Forest, and Severus was blocked in the coffee shop with a confused look on his face.

"You want to go back to China? Why haven't I heard you mention it before?" he asked doubtfully.

Zhang Mingyuan, who looked excited across from him, coughed and took a sip of fruit tea to calm down.

"Mrs. Thatcher is expected to visit China in September. It's only the beginning of August now. I'll go back to settle some matters for the company, and maybe catch up on the remaining heat..." Zhang Mingyuan told the truth, inspecting the market and making additional investments, etc. In order to make money.

Severus nodded and thought about whether he should go back and take a look, but when he remembered what happened in Sino-British Hong Kong Island, as well as the domestic kittens and the basilisk, the thought that arose was suppressed.

"Then why did you come to me?" He remembered that it took more than half a year to get back the original investment last year, and the money earned was still lying in the bank earning interest.

Zhang Mingyuan rubbed his hands in embarrassment, with a fawning look on his honest face, "Isn't that right? I think of you when something good happens to me... Hehe..." Seeing Severus frown, he quickly added, "Don't worry, I I got in touch with my cousin in Wales. They happen to want to move to London and can give me some support..."

Severus held his forehead helplessly. He didn't understand where Zhang Mingyuan had made so much money and was still pretending to be poor in front of him.

"Tell me how long it will take to get back the money." His requirements are already very low, as long as he can get back the money.

Zhang Mingyuan grinned when he heard this, "I plan to invest in real estate on Hong Kong Island, so you know."

Okay, Severus now completely understood that Zhang Mingyuan wanted to make people take risks.

"Not too many, just this number." Zhang Mingyuan stretched out two fingers and shook them.

"Two hundred thousand?" Severus touched his chin and said a number.

Zhang Mingyuan shook his head and motioned for him to continue guessing.

Severus glanced at him several times and thought about his answer, "It can't be two million, right? Then you might as well rob the bank faster." He rolled his eyes at him, not liking his pretentious riddle.

Zhang Mingyuan coughed softly, "We are just having a little fun. You and I only need to collect two hundred thousand, and my cousin will pay for the rest." His words were full of respect for the rich cousin. envious.

Severus rolled his eyes crazily when he heard this. What do you mean you just need to collect 'two hundred thousand'? It's only 82 years!

By the way, the 82 Lafite seems to be delicious. Do you want to stock up on some?

The young man opposite Zhang Mingyuan remained silent, thinking that he didn't want to participate. He was anxious but helpless. He himself was full of confidence in the real estate industry in Hong Kong Island, but others didn't know it, let alone being an authentic Englishman.

"When did you book the flight?" Severus remembered that Hong Kong Island was still under the jurisdiction of the United Kingdom, and the money he earned could be regarded as foreigners' money, and he took out the basilisk's small treasury to put it together and add more for himself. If you count the money, it's only 100,000.

Zhang Mingyuan wiped the sweat from his forehead and drank the fruit tea in his cup in one breath. "It's August 9th. My mother looked at the old almanac and said that day was a good day."

Severus smacked his lips and made no comment.

As time passed, the Falklands War finally came to an end. After Mrs. Thatcher learned of this, she became more confident in the negotiations prepared for her visit to China.

The basilisk and cat cubs playing in the Forbidden Forest were also brought home, where they hid in a cool room and watched TV on a hot summer day.

Severus used his wand to organize the basilisk's suitcase. After throwing away the expired snacks, he dug out a worn notebook in the corner with scratches on the cover.

"Is this Tom's new toy? No wonder he stopped playing with the scratching post." He sighed, waved his wand and cast 'Clean Up' on the notebook, and then put it into the cat's crib.

Although the cat was watching TV, he was always watching the young man from the corner of his eye. After seeing that he didn't notice the difference in the diary, his tense hind legs relaxed.

The basilisk yawned out of boredom, turned over, rolled up the remote control, and changed the channel. It really didn't like watching documentaries.

On this sunny afternoon, our little kitten looked at the closed door of the potion room, thinking about how to proceed with the plan.