HP solves the mystery

In Malfoy Manor, Draco returned to the study with his hands on his red cheeks. He could still vaguely hear the laughter of the ladies having a tea party in the garden.

After finishing the pastries prepared by Dobby, he took the double-sided mirror and hid in the cubicle.

"Harry, Harry!" Draco's voice was filled with excitement. He waited until Harry appeared in the mirror before telling what he heard from his mother.

"You know, the godfather is back! I heard he gave lord a daughter!"

Harry's head was covered with black lines, but he still cooperated with his mouth wide open and made a surprised expression.

"Is it true?" He looked at Draco, whose cheeks were flushed and his eyes were shining, and he said speechlessly, "Isn't this just the gossip you heard?"

Draco pouted unhappily and snorted dissatisfiedly, "Do you still want to listen?"

Apart from the Daily Prophet rented by his aunt and the grandparents in the portrait, Harry's only source of information was Draco, so of course he couldn't offend anyone.

"Listen, Master, please continue." Harry chuckled.

"I heard from dad that when the godfather came back, he was accompanied by a man even more handsome than the lord! The godfather left before because he couldn't stand the lord's imprisonment... Also, the godfather turned out to be the bloodline of the main branch of the Pulin family!"

Voldemort imprisoned the professor...

Harry quickly stopped his weird fantasy. He rubbed the goosebumps on his hands and heard a familiar family again. His green eyes were full of surprise. In his last life, until his death, no one from the Prince family showed up.

Draco rolled his eyes at Harry who was in a daze. He touched his fat chin and talked about another thing.

"Do you remember the fake magic eye? He now has two children." Draco said with emotion, "Dumbledore found his former lover, RAB's wife is pregnant with a second child...except for your black dog godfather, Everything is going well…”

Harry was a little depressed. After knowing that there was a hidden secret behind the death of his parents and Voldemort's destruction of the closed magical world, he came to the conclusion after a brief period of confusion that he should cherish the present.

However, Lupin's identity as a werewolf was revealed in advance. Although the wizard did not reject werewolves before, he was very unhappy with his identity as a multi-faceted spy. Sirius was cleared of charges, but was imprisoned in Azkaban because he was an illegal Animagus; Even Dumbledore wasn't as selfless as he remembered. Is the Deathly Hallows three-piece suit so tempting...

Dumbledore was also very depressed about this. First, Voldemort changed his strategy against wizards and caught him off guard. Lupine took the initiative to stab Sirius in the back in order to clear Sirius's name, causing the plan to completely fail.

Fortunately, little Harry is still in his hands, otherwise his research on the invisibility cloak will be suspended.

"How's it going? Did you get the ring?" Dumbledore sat on the chair in the office, crossing his hands to support his chin.

A two-way mirror was suspended in front of him, and the face of the person opposite was buried in the shadows, and his expression was somewhat unclear.

The man was silent for a while and then replied quietly, "He has been staying in the manor for a long time and is out of reach of our people. Obviously he does not want to continue to cooperate with us."

Dumbledore thought of the recent rumors circulating among students, and his eyes flashed strangely behind his lenses.

"Perhaps we can try to contact his lover? She is from the Prince family." When he mentioned his lover, he looked at the person opposite him with a lingering look, "Gellert, don't you want to find out about the Three Saints? The secret of the weapon?"

Dumbledore's much younger face showed a bright smile, like the cold water in the dog days of summer, making people unable to help but put down their guard.

Gellert looked at Dumbledore intently and nodded slowly.

There has been some excitement in the British wizarding world recently. First, Voldemort took back his five-year-old illegitimate daughter, and then imprisoned his old love in Voldemort's manor. I heard that he also imprisoned his old love's current boyfriend and tortured that bitch every day.

The idle wizards were like squirrels in a melon field, jumping around, wanting to enter the manor to see their future Demon King's wife.

Tom didn't show any emotion or anger after hearing these rumors, but he just summoned Lucius and the others more frequently.

At the end of every meeting, Lucius kept his head down, fearing that Voldemort would ask who spread the rumor.

He thought about the things he complained about to Narcissa and the speed at which the rumors spread, and he felt cold sweat for himself. If Voldemort was to liquidate him, he would be the first to be punished.

On the weekend, when Lucius was accompanying his wife to the clothing store in New Diagon Alley, he was summoned by Voldemort again.

Tom looked at the windbreaker on Lucius and thought about whether to take Sif out for a walk.

Lucius thought that the rumor had come to light. Under Voldemort's oppressive eyes, most of his back was wet.

Lucius's body underneath was trembling slightly, and Tom found it a little funny. He wasn't such a cruel person, was he?

"Lucius, are you free now?" He touched the cufflinks on his wrist and asked lazily.

"Ah? Lord, I am completing the task of building a wizard primary school that you asked me to do."

Lucius was startled and answered hurriedly.

The last time Voldemort said this, he spent half a year just investigating the house elves, and almost lost all his hair.

"Oh~ very good."

A moment of silence followed.

Lucius looked down at the ground, trying to see a hole in the carpet.

After Tom finished checking the documents on the table, he looked up and saw a human-shaped pillar with shining hair.

"Go down and complete the project as soon as possible." He coughed, not wanting to explain clearly what he had forgotten.

Lucius bowed quickly, then fled out of the study room with a whoosh, not forgetting to straighten his sleek hair.

He lamented Voldemort's good temper, and felt sorry for his junior who saw the oppressive lord every day. What a good person he was.

So the wizarding world had a new topic of discussion, that is, in order for his daughter to have a good learning environment, Voldemort asked the major families to speed up the construction of wizard elementary schools, fearing that he would wrong his heirs.

Along with the spread of the tidbits about Voldemort, there was also the reopening of the Prince Manor, but it was not as eye-catching as the former.

Of course, the person involved did not know all this. He was being invited by Isidore to visit the Prince Manor.

The basilisk sat beside Sif like it was boneless. Even though the etiquette teacher taught him not to lean on others casually, was Sif someone else? When he was a snake, he always stayed on Sif's shoulder! That's nothing.

Sifu helplessly patted the furry head away, grabbed a handful of pine nuts and let him knock them aside.

Tom had a smile on his devilishly handsome face. He was wearing a suit, sitting next to Sif and occupying the position of the basilisk. He picked up a lychee with his long fingers and peeled it.

After spending many days together, Sif realized that Tom was also an ordinary person, but compared to other wizards, he had powerful magic power, a special identity, and controlled most of the resources in the magical world, so he was naturally respected by others.

Fortunately, he has long since given up his habit of using Avatar indiscriminately, and has regained his sanity and returned to being a wise and elegant leader. His unique personality charm is also the reason why Death Eaters follow him.

Sif silently picked up the peeled lychee on the plate and stuffed it into his mouth. He refused at first, but then he saw that Nagini also received this treatment and it was a waste if he didn't eat it.

Well, lychees flown from China are very expensive.

Sif gradually got used to living with someone, but occasionally he couldn't figure out why he ended up living in the manor.

When he first returned to the UK, he also said that he would live in the city center because Helbo wanted to play in the manor. In addition, all the things in the house in the city center had been moved here, and the food, drinks and accommodation here were comfortable. He There is no rush to go out.

Seeing that his attitude had softened, Isido mentioned the Prince Manor, and the information on the side branch of the ancient Anthony Prince had been placed in front of Sifu early.

"So, what did he have to do with my mother leaving home? Was he responsible for my family's bankruptcy later?" Veins popped out in Sifu's hand holding the information. The tragedy that caused all this turned out to be the fight for the inheritance rights of the Prince family.

Isido looked at his daughter's smiling face in the photo and nodded silently.

Sev was furious when he looked at him. His daughter was penniless and he kicked her out of the house. He didn't even mention going out to look for her. But when she came to him with her grandson in her arms, he kicked her out again because his son-in-law was a Muggle. gone.

I really didn’t fulfill my responsibilities as a father. What’s the use of regretting now?

Sif was quite sane. If he were here in his original form, he would have pulled out his wand and challenged the old man to a duel.

"I won't go to the Prince Manor. There are so many members of the Prince family. If you are afraid that the main branch will be cut off, just adopt one." Sif refused sharply. Seeing Isido's expression change, he snorted heavily.

Isido wanted to say something else, but Tom stopped him with his eyes, so he had to shut up angrily.

"Are you really not going back? You must know that Prince is from a family of potions, and they have accumulated a lot of rare medicinal materials, as well as ancient prescriptions..." Tom is not trying to dissuade him, he is giving up what belongs to him for Sif. And regretful.

Sif did not answer immediately. He would avenge Irene's mother, and he would also take back the things that belonged to his original body. It would depend on how far Isidore could go.

If Isidor couldn't do it, he wouldn't mind letting Haierbo turn back into a snake and poison them, so that they could be poisoned together.

"Then I'll take Herbo to the Prince Manor for a walk." He said thoughtfully.

Isido, who was trying hard to reduce his presence, trembled when he heard this, and looked at Sif with joy.

Tom nodded and touched his chin as he thought about the latest news about the Prince estate.

"I asked Dolohov to accompany you to prevent some unsighted people from causing trouble for you. And that branch has connections with Dumbledore," he waved and asked the butler to inform people.

Sifu remembered the pale, distorted long face he saw when he got off the plane, which was just a little better than a noseless face. He quickly looked at the handsome Tom to wash his eyes.

"I have no objection. Dolokhov won't go directly to Avada, right?" Sif pursed his lips and made a joke.

Tom smiled and said nothing. This was not impossible a few years ago.

At this time, Nagini ran in, and the little fat man grabbed a goblin in his hand.

"Tom, Sev, look, let's go play hunting gnomes. It's so boring in the house!" Nagini said, spinning around in a circle, throwing the gnomes back into the garden like a discus, and took another photo. He dusted off his hands and sat down between the two of them.

Sif looked at the dirty Nagini in amusement, then took out his wand and used it to clean her up.

"Thank you, Sif." Nagini took an apple and chewed it hard with her millet teeth. "Being a human is not good at all. Eating takes time."

Tom glanced at her several times and saw that she was eating more and more wildly, the juice from the apples flowed to her chin, and her brows were frowning more and more.

"Nagini! Have you forgotten what the etiquette teacher taught you?" Tom couldn't help but said it, and wiped her chin with a handkerchief.

Nagini flattened her mouth in aggrieved manner, finished the remaining apple in a few mouthfuls, and then asked Tom to wipe his hands.

"Bad Tom, I hate you, Nagini won't play with you anymore!" The little girl jumped off the sofa, lifted the basket of strawberries away with her chubby hands, and ran to keep company with Haierbo.

Isido looked a little jealous. When would he have a great-grandson to hug him?

The old man's eyes made Sifu feel cold on his back, but the manor was really boring. There was electricity and TV, but there was no signal. How could he just watch a snowflake screen?

But considering that all electronic products in Hogwarts school cannot be used, this manor just has no signal, so it is a great blessing that the game consoles can still be played.

"When will the influence of the magic magnetic field on electronic devices be lifted?" Sif yawned. He was bored walking around the manor every day.

Tom touched his nose after hearing this. Is it too late to tell Sif about the magic TV?

Thanks to the unremitting efforts of Muggle scholars such as James Mead and Ravenclaw wizards, electronic (magic) watches, walkie-talkies, computers, etc. powered by magic have also appeared, but the ones that are most widely circulated among students are game console.

The next day, Sif was really shocked when he saw "Merlin and King Arthur", "The Twelve Witches" and "The Legend of Nicoléme" being played on TV.

Nagini pressed the remote control, turned the tuner to the Little Wizard channel, and watched the Little Wizard fight the Troll.

Silver looked at Tom suspiciously and found that his face looked ordinary, so he knew it was this person who did it.

"How many things do you still have that I don't know?" Sif blinked. He only left England for a year, not ten years.

Tom stared at Sif for no apparent reason. He had inspired many things, but the initiator had forgotten them.

After thinking about it in his mind, Tom said bluntly, "There are many, many. If you want to know, you have to work hard to find out."

Sifu raised his brows and looked at the handsome man with perfect hair in front of him with a critical eye, and said pointedly, "I don't have that much patience, and this is not something I should know."

This is indeed the case. Their current relationship is very vague. They are neither friends nor superiors and subordinates. In the past, the identity of the elder brother and younger brother was just a misunderstanding, and they could barely be regarded as tenants and landlords.

He has no position to know Tom's secret. The more he knows, the deeper he will sink.