HP solves the mystery

"If you are worried about Harry Potter's safety, we can go to where he lives and have a look." He emphasized the word Potter, and the meaning was self-evident.

A faint sour smell filled the air.

Silver's ears turned red due to the heat. He covered his ears and glared at Tom helplessly.

He had been influenced by the original owner to pay more attention to Lily, but after learning that she and Potter were married and had children, that emotion never appeared again.

"Your current status is suitable for you to go? Aren't you afraid that the people monitoring Harry will pass on information to Dumbledore?" Sif was speechless. He was not in the form of a child. Did he go there to arouse more people's attention?

"Don't worry, Dumbledore saw that I am developing so well. The prophecy is a joke, and Harry has become a useless piece to him." Tom drank the black tea nonchalantly.

Tom's words are true. The prophecy of the prophecy has lost its important role without destroying the Dark Lord as prophesied.

It's just that the fight he caused was too big, and several people still occasionally intervened.

Sev touched the tip of his nose and said that he hadn't seen Harry for more than a year and didn't know how he was doing now.

Harry returned to childhood and was happy most of the time. In his previous life, he was used to being without his parents, and he also adapted to the very different attitudes of his aunt and uncle. Apart from worrying about Sirius' future situation, he was cheerful all day long. .

After school that day, he opened the door and saw a familiar yet unfamiliar face sitting on the sofa.

"Mr. Dumbledore?" Harry was surprised. When Dumbledore took him to Azkaban to visit Sirius two years ago when Sirius was retrialing the murder of Muggles, they never met again.

Dumbledore pushed up his half-moon glasses and nodded with a smile.

"Good afternoon, little Harry." He said gently, and the candy bag with the Duke of Bees logo in his hand flew to Harry, "I brought you a gift, see if you like it."

Harry looked at his aunt standing by the sofa with her arms folded and nodded, then took the bag and opened it. Inside were some car-shaped chocolates.

"Thank you, I like it very much." Harry smiled shyly, and while eating the chocolate, he mentally guessed the purpose of Dumbledore's visit this time.

Dumbledore glanced at Petunia and said appreciatively, "Harry has been well brought up by you."

Petunia nodded with a smile on her face. The longer she worked in the company, the more she became aware of the boss's tricks. In her eyes, Dumbledore was the same as those bosses who did a lot of shit.

Dumbledore seemed not to notice Petunia's unkind look. He coughed and asked Harry kindly.

"Do you remember your godfather Sirius? Harry, he will be released from prison soon." He saw Harry nodding his little head, and the smile on his face deepened, "But another thing is equally important, it is about your father. Regarding Mom’s inheritance, would you like to go shopping in Diagon Alley with me?”

Harry's jaw dropped in mid-air. What was he doing in Diagon Alley if it had anything to do with his parents? This matter should be brought to the Ministry of Magic, and this was before Sirius was released from prison.

He hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

So Harry let Dumbledore hold his hand, and an old man and a young boy appeared in front of Gringotts in Diagon Alley.

"This is Gringotts, the bank among wizards. I think you have seen it in magic books." Dumbledore explained to Harry with a smile. "I originally planned to wait until you were 11 years old before telling you, but now It’s time…”

"After your parents died, the old house was bombed and the Potter family's manor was closed long ago. I helped take care of all the outside properties. However, your grandfather's shampoo was sold before your father graduated because he I have no intention of inheriting the family business..."

Harry listened silently. In his previous life, most of what he knew about his parents was hearsay, and he had never seen the manor and property. Now that he had portraits of his grandparents, he had a more intuitive understanding of his parents and the Potter family. But the more he understood, the more frightened he became.

Harry's previous understanding of Dumbledore was constantly being overturned in his mind, but he was observing him calmly.

Dumbledore said as he handed over the token to the goblin, and the two of them took the trolley and went down to the vault.

When the door was opened, Harry's eyes widened in surprise.

Different from the vault he saw in his previous life, which was filled with half a gold galleon, it was filled with gold coins, silver bars, and various gems and furs from the ground to the sky guard...

Maybe Draco was right, he was an idiot Scarhead, Harry thought dejectedly.

Dumbledore walked in first, turned around and saw Harry in a daze, and stretched out his hand to pull him in.

"Look Harry, this is the property left by your ancestors."

Dumbledore's voice was soft, but it sent shivers down Harry's back.

"First of all, sir, it turns out I am so rich!" Harry stammered, grabbing a gold galleon and putting it in his mouth and biting it.

Harry's behavior amused Dumbledore.

"These are all yours, you can put some back for use." He said and winked at Harry mischievously.

Harry Pseudo-Child Potter grinned and grabbed a handful of gold coins and stuffed them into his pocket. He didn't know when he would come to the vault next time.

When the two of them walked out of Gringotts, Harry touched four heavy pockets and bought a blueberry ice cream when passing by the ice cream shop.

"Mr. Dumbledore," Harry asked while eating ice cream, "are you going to give me the key to the vault as well?"

In his previous life, he had never been poor since he entered Hogwarts, but at that time there were not as many things in the vault as there are now.

Dumbledore patted his head and said earnestly, "When you get your own wand when you are 11 years old, I will give you the key."

"Oh, well, I really hope to be 11 years old soon." Harry's eyes narrowed as he smiled. Although he didn't know why Dumbledore brought him to the vault in advance, this inheritance was indeed a surprise.

Dumbledore thought of another child in a similar situation to Harry, and his eyes flickered under his lenses.

A few days later, Dumbledore arrived again and took Harry to Godric's Hollow to visit his parents' graves.

Harry's relaxed face froze when he saw the little boy walking towards him, it was Neville with a round face.

At this moment, he felt annoyed at having guessed Dumbledore's plan.

Time flies like water, and May 5th soon came.

The sky that had been raining for several days suddenly became clear, and the closed door of Azkaban slowly opened.

Peter briefly woke up from his stupor. He glanced towards the door and saw Sirius, who was fully dressed and ready to leave.

"Hey, the eldest son of the Black family is out of prison? It's really sad." Peter spat, squinting his eyes and saying sinisterly.

Sirius didn't want to pay attention to Peter at first, but what he said next made him stop in his tracks.

"Sirius, come here, let me tell you a secret. Aren't you always angry that your parents got you engaged without permission?" Peter smiled obscenely and touched his mouth with his dirty hands, "That letter was written It’s so nice, they even wrote down the benefits and future you will get after getting married, and they told you the benefits of marriage in earnest.”

"Hehe, what a pity, you will never see that letter, oh, Young Master Black? Haha, now he is just a clown without a surname!"

Peter was happy when he saw Sirius's pained expression, even though he had a good hand, but he was playing badly.

Peter thought more than once about how much better his life with his mother would be if he had Sirius's resources, but it was a pity that he was caught in the end.

Sirius was instantly angry when he heard this. All the tragedies happened after he ran away from home to avoid marriage, and fell out with the Black family for freedom.

The source of the matter was the 'non-existent letter'. I didn't expect that it was all Peter's fault!

Sirius bared his teeth and tried to break free from the chains on his body, but was soon silenced by the prison guard's spell.

"Goodbye Sirius." Peter waved to Sirius who was being dragged away, laughing maniacally.

Everyone's reaction to Sirius' release from prison was different.

Cynthia, who returned to Black Manor from Germany to give birth, had a sullen face. She was very happy that her eldest brother was released from prison, but why should her uncle Alphad's inheritance be given to a person who was expelled from the family?

To put it bluntly, he has not made any contribution to the family and almost ruined the great future of the Black family, yet he still wants to receive gifts from the family. What kind of words does this sound like?

"Cynthia, this is the result of everyone's discussion. No matter what, he has the blood of the Black family." Walburga glanced at Cynthia. This was the last thing she could do for Sirius.

Cynthia was furious after hearing this. The result of everyone's discussion was nothing. Rael was still working hard in Germany!

"I don't agree." Cynthia touched her bulging belly and took a deep breath. "We have to wait for Rael to come back to discuss. What kind of meeting is a meeting without the heir present?"

Orion touched his beard. He was also afraid that Rael would be angry, so he turned his eyes to his wife.

Walburga didn't even frown and just asked the butler to take care of things.

"We have to decide which one you, a junior, have to intervene in." She admired her nails and said casually, "It's just a little money, not even one percent of the Black family."

"Cynthia, be generous, the entire Black family will be yours in the future."

Cynthia laughed angrily at these words, be more generous? What a joke. Does she care about the money?

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Orion quickly came out to smooth things over.

"Cynthia, you also know that Sirius was bitten by a werewolf, and now he will turn into a werewolf every full moon... If we don't help, he will have a hard time..." Oren was moved to understand and try to persuade Cynthia.

"It's not me who caused him to become a werewolf. When he was studying, didn't he still want to send others to the mouth of a werewolf? What is this called? This is called retribution!" Cynthia waved the tea cup on the table angrily and looked at it. Not looking at the ugly faces of everyone, he dragged his pregnant belly and left.

While basking in the warm sunshine, the corners of her lips curled up slightly, showing that Rael had a very clear understanding of his parents' nature.

Regulus in Germany answered the call from his wife and smiled as expected.

"It's nothing, I've long been used to it." Regulus said softly, "Are you and the baby okay? Are your parents giving you any trouble?"

Cynthia chuckled as she thought about the expressions of those in the conference room.

"Making trouble for me? That's not really the case, but Uncle Alphard's inheritance was given away so easily... It's really unpleasant to think about it..." Cynthia wrinkled her nose.

Regulus agreed wholeheartedly, all he needed was an attitude.

"My affairs will be completed next week. The lord has not assigned any new tasks. I think I can stay in the manor to accompany you." Thinking of the reason why the lord treated him like this, he pursed his lips into a straight line.

Cynthia nodded happily, and then thought that Rael couldn't see her, so she said happily, "The baby misses you too. He kicked my stomach when he heard your voice."

The two chatted warmly, temporarily forgetting about Sirius.

At Malfoy Manor, Lucius looked at the pile of documents that had just been delivered and was worried. It was good for his subordinates to be so motivated, but it was his boss who was tired.

Narcissa covered her mouth and snickered, pulled the chair across from him, took the file and read it.

"Do you need me to call Draco in for help?" Narcissa drew with a quill. Although there was a magic pen now, she still retained this habit when correcting documents.

Lucius touched his wife's tender hands, thinking about what potions she had used recently, and she was still white and rosy while she was approving documents with him.

"Xiaolong is busy studying the heir course every day, so it's best not to disturb him." Lucius said considerately.

Narcissa thought about the well-behaved little dragon, and then thought about the useless brother at home, and her head began to hurt.

"Lucius, are you saying that Sirius is not my child?"

After hearing this, Lucius almost poked a hole in the document with the pen in his hand.

"Why not? Of course it is. That madness and stubbornness, the defection without freedom or death, there is nothing more Black than this." He wiped the sweat from his forehead. Except for the children of the Black family, who else is so old? courage.

Narcissa recalled what Cynthia said and was confused by the thoughts of the elders in the family. What Sirius had done was no longer a simple defection.

"If Xiaolong looks like him in the future, I will have to break my legs!" Narcissa stared at the documents on the desktop fiercely and spat out this sentence slowly.

Lucius coughed and could only pray that the dragon had inherited his Malfoy's cunning personality.

In short, one Sirius deceived the resentment of countless parents.

Sirius didn't know that he had become a negative example for educating children. At this time, he was still sitting on a broken boat waiting for it to dock.

As for swimming over? Thank you, he just stayed in Azkaban for a little longer, he is not stupid.

On the other side, the two people who made time to see Harry were disappointed.

Harry was taken by Dumbledore to live in Godric's Hollow for several weeks.

According to Petunia's words, they have adapted to life in the wizarding world in advance, and they are very relieved about Dumbledore.

Silver understood what Penny meant. Compared to the terrifying Dark Lord, Dumbledore's image seemed to be more reassuring.