HP solves the mystery

When the basilisk came back, it saw the two people standing silently, but it only cared about Sif, and the old man beside it didn't even care.

It placed the beautiful stone it brought from the lake next to Sifu's legs. After its body was dried with a towel, it crawled into its pocket.

Silver wiped the green stone clean and put it in his other pocket, then walked towards a nearby restaurant. Isido followed closely. He was always looking for opportunities to get along with Silver.

There were not many people in the restaurant, so the two of them found a seat by the window and sat down.

After Sifu ordered the meal in broken Russian, Isidor paid first. Although he no longer mentioned the matter of acknowledging his grandson, he tried to make up for it when he could.

"You don't have to be like this, I'm not your grandson." Sif handed the money to Isidore. He had complicated feelings for the old man, but he couldn't bear to see the sad look.

But the original body and the original mother are both dead, and it is not him who should make up for the guilt of Isido.

Isidore was fascinated when he looked at Sif's face, which was five points like his daughter's. If he had not listened to Anthony's words, he would not have been so rejected by his grandson.

"Mr. White... I would like to take the liberty to ask, how is your mother... how is she?" Isidore got to know Sif a little better during this time, and knew that he was cold-faced and warm-hearted, so he asked the question that he had been holding back for a long time.

Sifu took a sip of coffee to refresh himself. He raised his eyes and saw the old man's nervous look eager for answers, and smiled sarcastically.

"When I was fifteen years old, my father, who was an alcoholic, drank to death. Not long after, my mother became ill from overwork and suffered from depression. She also died, leaving me alone to live. Mr. Prince, do you still have this answer? satisfied?"

Although Isido expected this result, hearing it with his own ears still made him feel heartbroken.

"No wonder...no wonder she doesn't visit me after so many years...I'm sorry..." Isido clutched her chest in discomfort, her face turning green and white.

Anthony is indeed the smartest person in the branch. They easily calculated their father and daughter's separation, and also got the qualification of the main branch of the Prince family to inherit the ancestral prescription.

Sif clenched his wand, ready to rescue at any time. He didn't want to risk a human life.

"I'm sorry...I don't know what you're talking about..." Isidore found it hard to imagine how a minor child could live in London, let alone a mixed-race wizard. "I thought you were gone when you were in a car accident when you were five years old. …Your mother also died because Muggle doctors failed to rescue her in time…”

He choked up as he spoke, his cloudy eyes full of regret. If he had gone to see it in person, even just for a moment...

It was all because of his stubbornness and prejudice that he and his daughter were separated from each other.

Sif sat across from him and watched with cold eyes. He ate the bread in two bites and slapped a spare wand in a long black box on the table.

"Don't follow me," he stood up and looked down at the skinny old man, and slowly uttered a sentence, "Don't make me hate you."

After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the restaurant, never looking back from the beginning to the end.

[Sev, do you really want to leave him alone? He looks so miserable. 】The basilisk poked its head out of its pocket and glanced towards the restaurant, then saw the old man's lonely back.

Sif agreed in a moderate tone. He was actually doing it for the safety of the old man. He was avoiding Voldemort's pursuit. If the forces behind the old man also caught up, it would be doubly exciting.

Although the basilisk is very powerful, his relationship with the old man is not officially recognized. Helping is a matter of friendship, but not helping is a duty.

And...the more people you bring, the more risk you will be exposed to.

The basilisk nodded in understanding. Anyway, it would go wherever Sif went. It just felt that Sif was not very happy after leaving London. The old man was with Sif and there was someone he could chat with.

Sifu didn't know the basilisk's worries. He walked slowly on the street, surrounded by distinctive Russian-style buildings. His hand touched his neck, but nothing came out.

He stared at his empty hands in despair, only to realize that he didn't have his camera.

The basilisk looked around with interest. Except for those years of fighting with Salazar, it spent the rest of its time either sleeping in the manor or in the Hogwarts tunnels. Moreover, the scenery a thousand years ago was different from what it is now.

It happily asked Sif to buy it a Daliba, and then it swallowed the arm-long Daliba in one gulp. Fortunately, the pocket of the windbreaker was big enough, and Sif had cast the Ignore Charm, otherwise he would have been watched by people.

Isidor looked at the long box and guessed that it contained a wand. He pursed his lips and opened the box, but almost cried when he saw the wand body clearly.

This was the wand he took to Diagon Alley to buy Eileen when she was eleven years old when she received her acceptance letter to Hogwarts.

Isido wiped away the tears on his face with the back of his hand. Looking at the smooth and delicate wand, one could tell how much the holder of the wand cared for it.

What a duplicitous child, Isidor thought with tears in her eyes, grabbed the box and chased after Sif in the direction he left.

He has lost his only daughter and cannot let his grandson leave his world.

Mr. Guffey, the editor-in-chief of the British Daily Prophet, is a little worried. Now that television and radio have taken over the wizarding world, apart from the students in the mountains and forests, the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts, the number of people ordering newspapers has also dropped by half.

Fortunately, there are still advertisements as revenue, otherwise their old newspaper would be at risk of bankruptcy.

As for why Voldemort didn't ask Lucius to acquire the Daily Prophet? They run their own newspaper called "Looking at the World", and radio and television are not more useful than this? Not to mention there are so many big theaters.

Moreover, in addition to opening a movie theater in Hogsmeade Village, they also gave away a magic TV for free in every store. The requirement is that guests who come in must see it at first sight and turn it on at least three days a week.

The smart bosses knew that this was a product of Universal, and were reluctant at first. But when they saw students being attracted to the stores with TVs turned on, the drunkards learned that they could watch the game on TV, so they rushed to tell each other and went to the Pig Head Bar to watch. TV went.

Smart people whose business had plummeted could only turn on the TV and the business picked up a little.

Dumbledore knew the influence of these things, but the Ministry of Magic had also accepted these new things. It would be pointless for him to go against it. Coupled with the Peter incident and the werewolf incident, his reputation in the magical world was flawed.

Andre saw the right opportunity and asked his family to open a hamburger restaurant in Hogsmeade Village, finally bringing the Muggle world's fast food style to the wizarding world.

The little wizards tasted Dragon Castle, drank milk tea, and played around in the snowy Hogsmeade Village.

Zhang Ya drank the familiar milk tea and sighed as she thought of Uncle Xifu who traveled far away.

"What's wrong Yaya? Does the milk tea not taste good?" her friend asked.

"It tastes good. I just think there are a few types of milk tea." Zhang Ya replied after taking a sip of strawberry and vanilla milk tea.

"I think it's pretty good. I'm tired of drinking pumpkin juice at school..."

The two chatted, bought some parchment and returned to school.

When Andre heard the sound of gold galleons falling into his purse, he sincerely thanked his friend Sif for the milk tea recipe and the idea of ​​opening a shop. Otherwise, he would have resigned and had nothing to do at home, which would not have been boring.

And thanks to the person who invented the magic TV, otherwise he would have been depressed to death at home without having time to go out to watch Quidditch matches or go shopping after giving birth.

Little Barty was very single. After giving birth to a baby and having a full moon party, he learned that Voldemort had returned, so he hurriedly went to work at the Ministry of Magic, euphemistically called it to find out the news.

Andre changed the TV channel, and it was playing a stage play from the Merlin period. Accompanied by beautiful music, the two fair and tender children fell asleep sweetly with their heads next to each other.

Andre breathed a sigh of relief. He took advantage of the time when the two children were asleep to take a walk in the garden, otherwise he would be bored waiting for the two demon kings to wake up.

Twinkle arranged tea and snacks on the stone table in time, and then went to water the flowers, but most of the time it stayed by the two young masters.

"Thank you Winky, what would I do without you here." Andre smiled heartily and praised Winky. The house elf was truly the most hard-working elf he had ever seen.

The Elf Rights Promotion Association has done a good job in publicity in recent years, and Winky is one of them.

If it had heard this a few years ago, it would have hit the wall in fear, but now it suppressed its trembling body and said sharply, "Master Andre is also very powerful, and Shining likes the young masters the most."

Andre chuckled and chatted a few more words with Twinkle.

Compared with the joyful atmosphere on Andre's side, the atmosphere on Barty's side was a bit dull.

"Can any of you tell me? We are the International Magic Cooperation Department, dedicated to magic trade, and you are actually helping Salem transport weapons?" Nott looked at the quail-like people below and spat angrily, "Ours Two passages were almost blocked! It’s all because of your own actions! Are you trolls? Can you be smarter?"

Andrea had just come to the Cooperation Department not long ago, but he had heard of Salem's name. He couldn't believe that there was such a collaborator in the Ministry of Magic.

"Why don't you ask our pink lady? She knows everything and is omnipotent." A young witch wearing a beret raised her voice, obviously not caring about Nott's anger.

"That pink toad? What does she know?" Nott blurted out.

The scene was silent for a moment, then burst into laughter.

Umbridge was not popular with them. She was prejudiced and cruel to others. She pretended to please her superiors by asking for them, but she was very indifferent to her colleagues. She even took the credit of several colleagues as her own.

If it hadn't been for the reform of the Ministry of Magic later, perhaps this person would have become the director of the Office for the Prohibition of the Abuse of Magic.

And Umbridge also pursued Nott. Although Nott was not her boss, she needed a husband who could stabilize her position.

"Silence, silence! Whoever laughs again will get to clean the office this month!" Nott's old face turned red, and he used several loud voice spells to calm the audience.

Little Barty looked at it and shook his head secretly. It's no wonder that Voldemort didn't want this mess like the Ministry of Magic.

Lucius received news from his subordinates that his friend Sif had encountered an avalanche on the way to India. Until now, there have been no new clues.

Lucius didn't believe that Sif would die easily. After all, he was a wizard. How could he use less means to save his life?

"Keep investigating. If you can't find any clues, don't come back." Lucius hung up the phone, wondering how to explain to Voldemort.

Siver, who was in Central Siberia, sneezed and raised his hand to pat the bulge in his belly.

"Helbo, come out, your scales are too cold." He didn't know when the basilisk developed such a problem that it actually liked to wrap around people's bodies.

The basilisk vomited out the message, glanced hesitantly at the big tree full of icebergs, and wrapped itself tighter.

Because the basilisk has strong magic resistance, the heat preservation spell and the windproof spell have no effect at all. In addition, it may be acclimatized, and the basilisk is actually starting to be afraid of the cold.

[I don’t, hiss, Sev, it’s so cold outside, my feet are frozen. ] The basilisk said aggrievedly, and stretched out the tip of its tail to show Sif.

Sifu pinched the cold tip of his tail in a funny way and put on the socks he took out of his satchel.

"Come out, I've got your little socks and hat. If they're not enough, I'll also have a floral cotton jacket." These things are enchanted and should be enough for the Basilisk to keep warm.

The basilisk poked its head out doubtfully, then put on a floral cotton-padded jacket and a hat, wrapped itself around a glass bottle filled with flames, and nestled it in Sif's pocket.

[Sev, why don't we change places, it's too cold here...] The rough-skinned and fleshy basilisk screamed. Unexpectedly, it was deeply injured the second time it went out.

Sif didn't answer immediately. He just wanted to avoid people at that time and completely forgot to consider the language and regional differences. Now he also regrets it, after all, he can still eat some delicious food in London.

While Sifu was in a daze, the sound of crunching snow could be heard in his ears, and a huge shadow was approaching quickly.

[Sev, something is approaching, be careful. 】

Sif patted his pocket. He could smell the fishy smell without turning around. As a strong wind came, he quickly dodged and held his wand and cast a spell on the figure.

"Be imprisoned quickly, turn them all to stone, and fall to the ground unconscious!"

The first spell failed, and the following spells were all hit on the huge figure, and it was thrown less than one meter away from Sif.

It was an upright black bear, covered in dirt and blood, and it looked like it had just experienced a fierce battle.

Just as Silver was thinking about how to deal with the bear, several more figures popped out of the forest. They were tightly wrapped hunters with shotguns in their hands, and several Asians wearing military caps and white border uniforms. Asian face.

"Get out of the way! Climb down!"

"Saas crawl, Saas crawl!"

"stay away!"

Sifu went out looking for a voice and found an acquaintance there.

"Squat down! Squat down!"

The man obviously recognized Sifu, shouted hurriedly, and threw the talisman in his hand.

Sif also listened to the advice, holding the wand and apparating to the man's side.

The talisman in Zhang Guozhi's hand flew out and hit the black bear that fell to the ground. Then black smoke came out of the black bear, and finally dissipated in the air, leaving only a pile of ashes.

"What's that?" Silver asked.

Zhang Guozhi breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his face, "That's a kind of necromancy magic..."