HP solves the mystery

In the eyes of wizards, it doesn't matter whether it's cold or hot outside. They can't understand the troubles of Muggles when they can do things with just one spell.

The flow of people outside the car window was retreating, and the clouds drifting from the blue sky just gave the car a shadow.

Draco stared at the group of people intently, thinking about the survival of wizards and Muggles. Judging from the ending of his previous life, wizards could only live in a corner.

"Draco, we're almost there," Sev reminded Draco with a smile, giving him time to fix his clothes and hair.

Draco straightened his eyebrows and straightened his eyebrows. No matter how the situation changed in this life, he would accept Harry as his younger brother.

However, Draco knew that the plan had failed the first time he saw Harry. He saw the familiar look in the eyes of the savior.

"Hello, I'm Draco Malfoy." He stretched out his hand to shake Harry's hand, his pale cheeks flushed.

Harry looked at the familiar scene, blinked his big green eyes, and slowly stretched out his hand.

"Hello, I'm Harry Potter."

The two fat little white hands shook hands and soon let go.

Draco opened his satchel as planned, took out the toys and snacks he had prepared, and planned to play wizard chess with him.

Harry didn't dare to look at the adults on the side. He pursed his lips and started playing with his followers Dudley and Draco.

Sif looked back regretfully, seeing how harmonious the two reborn little boys were when they met.

"This is the book I prepared for Harry. It is suitable for children. It will be enough for him to read for a year." Silver pointed to the cardboard box placed aside, which seemed to have found something for Harry to do in his free time in the future.

Penny nodded gratefully. After so many years, she never expected that Sev would be the most comfortable in her life.

"You have changed so much, I almost don't remember what you looked like when you were a child." She added a cup of black tea for Sifu and said sadly, "Lily was there at that time, and life was moving towards a bright future..."

Hearing this, Sifu took a sip of tea in embarrassment. He was not who he was at that time.

Tom listened with great interest. Even though he learned some information about Sif from the documents, how could he hear it from an acquaintance in detail? What's more, it's a matter in the Muggle world.

Petunia seemed to be used to Sev's silence, and she spoke calmly.

"I still have photos of you when you were a child. You were not as tall as you are now..." Petunia smiled, stood up, found the photo album, and showed them to them.

Sev looked at Tom who narrowed his eyes and sighed helplessly.

"You guys keep talking, I'll go see Draco and the others." He poked Tom's arm with his finger and left them in the living room.

Tom smiled and nodded, taking the photo album from Penny's hand before Sev became angry.

After walking a few steps, Sif saw the three people playing in the small garden, but Dudley was chewing on the wizard chess pieces, and the chess pieces made a noticeable noise.

The other two people squatted in front of the flower bed, sticking their little buttocks out and wondering what they were doing.

He stepped harder and deliberately made some noise. He didn't want to damage their connection.

Harry turned his head when he heard the sound and saw Sif smiling.

Harry's eyes widened, his smile froze, and his whole body seemed to be frozen.

"Haha, hello, Uncle Sifu." When he saw that Sifu was alone, he said dryly, and the petals in his hand fell to the ground.

Draco blinked, hid his hands stained red by the flower juice behind his back, and showed a cute smile.

"Godfather, have you finished talking?" he asked bravely.

The two children had just met each other, and now was the time when they felt guilty, their eyes twinkling and they did not dare to look up.

"I'm coming out for some air," Sif replied.

His eyes flowed between the two of them, and he narrowed his eyes meaningfully as he walked towards the wooden chair next to the tree.

He threw an eavesdropping spell at an angle where they couldn't see each other. He really wanted to know what the savior and his nemesis were talking about.

Draco breathed a sigh of relief and pulled Harry to continue the conversation, but he stopped him by shaking his head.

"Draco, let's go upstairs." Harry looked warily in Sev's direction and said without doubt.

Draco didn't know why, but he stood up obediently.

The two coaxed Dudley into the house, and then went upstairs holding hands pretending to be friendly.

Tom saw everything, but Sif's interesting stories deserved his attention more.

After the two children went up to the second floor, Harry closed the door to isolate the sound from the outside world, and then led the others into the closet to conspire in a low voice.

"Do you think Tom looks a lot like the same person?" Harry looked a little ferocious when he mentioned 'Tom'. Seeing Draco's lack of reaction, he said straight to the point, "He is the same person I remember when I was a boy, um Hum, very similar."

Draco understood the meaning after Harry winked and opened his mouth in shock. His young mind was completely shocked at this moment and could not calm down.

"Are you telling the truth? You can't talk nonsense." Draco stammered. If Tom were Voldemort, he would have been strangled to death many times, not to mention that the man was quite easy-going most of the time.

Harry nodded heavily, but considering that Draco had not seen Dumbledore's memories, it was normal to have doubts.

"He can speak snake language, and there is a white snake beside him, named Nagini. The most important thing is... he has black hair and red eyes..." Harry paused for a moment, then sighed, "I have been against him for more than ten years, no I will admit my mistake.”

Although the destiny of this world is different and the changes are great, the main celebrities are exactly the same as in his previous life.

Draco pursed his lips in thought, and when he thought of something, beads of sweat broke out on his forehead, but his eyes when he looked at Harry were full of sympathy.

"Harry, there's something I have to tell you..."

"What? Say what you have to say, don't whine!"

"Okay, your wand is gone!"

Draco told Harry the whole story before questioning, to show that he was not the one who told the secret.

"That's it. If you say that person, well, is - the mysterious man, well, your wand will most likely be..." He shrugged, extremely gloating.

Without the wand made of phoenix tail feathers, there was no telling whether Harry would be able to turn defeat into victory at the last moment.

The wand that belonged to him was taken away by Voldemort first, and he could know from Draco's story that Voldemort in this life was a clear-minded person at first glance.

Not only was New Diagon Alley prepared and built, but Universal Corporation was also opened. Magical items can be vaguely seen in the streets and alleys...

Everything is different from the previous life.

Even in the years since Voldemort disappeared, Harry believed that it was Voldemort's plan to paralyze Dumbledore, otherwise the Ministry of Magic and Aurors would not let go easily.

Harry was at a loss. He had never felt the malice of the world so clearly before. He felt that his thinking was completely disrupted and he could not sort out his thoughts.

"Are you serious?" His lips trembled, and his whole body began to tremble. Was his natal wand just gone?

"Well, you shouldn't be so angry. You still had a lightning scar on your forehead at that time. Everyone knows that you are a mysterious person, huh." Draco touched his fat chin and thought.

Harry's ideas were not a secret after the war, anyone who was interested could find out if they inquired.

Harry had a depressed look on his face, but he quickly recovered.

If the wand is gone, then it is gone. In this life, he has at least seen his grandparents. As for his parents, he spent more than ten years getting used to their absence in his previous life.

"Draco, are there not many portraits of nobles? Or are they chronological? Or are they still because the magic paint on the portraits has failed?" He frowned and asked the only person who could answer his question at the moment.

"How is it possible! There will be a large number of portraits in ancient manors with special magical environments. Broken portraits will be repaired by dedicated personnel, and we will not abandon the portraits of our ancestors!" Draco's voice was a bit sharp, as if he was a prodigal. looked at Harry.

Portraits are an important part of aristocratic inheritance, not to mention the manpower and material resources required to make a portrait. Only those declining families had no place to hang their portraits, leading to the loss of the portraits.

Harry covered Draco's mouth with his hand. He couldn't understand Draco's excitement, but he understood something that he had not thought about in his previous life.

After he waited for Draco to calm down, he finally said, "Then do you know... how many portraits there are in Potter Manor? Your ancestors are related to my family by marriage..."

Draco glared at him fiercely. His aristocratic bloodline was complicated, and speaking of it, Harry was still his cousin.

"I don't know," Draco replied coldly, pulling down Harry's chubby hand, "Haven't you come up with an answer to this question in your previous life? You have inherited the property of the Black and Potter families!"

After Draco said that, he realized something was wrong. He looked sideways and found that the confusion on Harry's face didn't seem to be fake, and he couldn't help but be surprised.

"Can't you... the Black family's other properties, secret vaults and shipping routes... the Potter family's invisibility cloak and shampoo secret recipe... Merlin, I can't believe it..." Draco covered his mouth in horror, he seemed to be hit by a collision A great secret was broken.

Harry's eyes began to spin when he heard these words. What secret vault, what shipping route? Why does it feel like it has nothing to do with what he received in his previous life?

Draco opened his mouth, but said, "You are such a stupid savior..."

Harry was angry when he heard this, but soon became depressed again. Eight years of being a savior made him understand many truths.

"Would you like to tell me more about pure-blood families?" He wanted to know the difference between Draco's introduction and what his grandfather said.

Harry touched the corner of the wardrobe. He had no intention of taking out the small box and showing Draco the portraits of his grandparents.

Draco raised his chin proudly and started talking happily. Of course, he would not say anything involving family secrets.

As a result, Harry learned about a magical world that was completely different from what he knew.

While the two cubs were chatting passionately, Sev, who was sitting under the tree, heard Harry say that Tom was very similar to Voldemort. His mind froze and he had no intention of listening to what happened next.

If Tom is really Voldemort, when did he replace the kitten? And since I'm so nice to him usually, am I secretly laughing at myself like a house elf?

It seemed that the theft of the potions and Haierbo's dodge had something to do with him...

And Nagini and that estate...

But why?

He stroked the wand unconsciously, and as his mind surged, the magic power around him rolled up the leaves on the trees on the ground and swirled around the yard, like a tornado, and the flowers in the flower bed could not escape the fate of being uprooted.

Tom, who was always paying attention to the situation in the hospital, rushed out immediately, and what he saw was Sif, whose eyes were dull and in a state of frenzy.

"Sev, what's wrong with you? Look at me, I'm Tom." Tom cast several defensive spells and isolation spells around him, and then cautiously approached.

When Silver heard Tom's voice, he raised his head in confusion. He vaguely remembered that he was at Petunia's house.

Can't be angry, can't be exposed, he gritted his teeth and told himself, and then the magic power around him stabilized.

"Tom, you..." As soon as he called out a name, his vision went dark and he fainted.

Tom cast a levitating spell with quick eyes and hands, and Sif's falling body stabilized in mid-air.

"Sev, is he okay?" Penny trotted over to help, but was frightened by Tom's look and let go, but the next moment she still had that concerned look.

She picked up Sif's dropped wand, comforting herself that it was an illusion.

"Sev, this is a magic riot. Go and find the pill grinding box that Sev brought to Harry." Tom ordered Penny and put Sev on the sofa in the living room. He began to hate his body. Otherwise, you can bring someone in with you.

Penny quickly opened the box and placed it on the table. She didn't expect that adult wizards would also riot with magic.

Looking at it this way, magic is not a good thing...

Tom took out the magic stabilizer and poured it into Sif. He waited until he felt that the violent magic had calmed down, and then he relaxed.

Harry and Draco, who came down from upstairs after hearing the noise, were stunned. They just left for a while, right?

Harry looked at the familiar wand in a daze, especially when Tom skillfully used the wand to check Sif's body, his eyes were a little red.

What is this thing called?

After Tom checked carefully and found that he was fine, he had time to deal with the mess in the yard.

"Sorry, I didn't expect Sev to suddenly riot. I'm really sorry for causing you trouble." He looked at the tall trees rising from the ground and the broken flowerpots all over the yard. He sighed and waved his wand to restore it, and then Smiling gently at Penny.

Penny thought his words were strange, but after thinking about it carefully, there was nothing wrong with it.

"It's okay, it's just Sev's body?" Penny said hesitantly, not knowing the difference between adults and children's magic riots.

Tom stared at the wooden chair where Silver had sat, his eyes filled with deep thought as to what exactly he had seen.

"It's okay. You can recover after a few days of rest."

Tom's words were like reassurance, and Penny's tense nerves finally relaxed.

It wasn't until dusk fell and Vernon went home and finished dinner that the comatose Sif finally woke up.

Under the worried eyes of Petunia and others, Sev silently took Tom and Draco back home.