[HP] Hogwarts Muggle University

Carlos Knott had a quick-and-dirty betrayal.

He abandoned the "everyday alliance" with Abrasachs in the past, disregarded the efforts of his colleagues to keep him, rejected the olive branches offered by other big names, and left the Malfoy Group with a wave of his sleeves at the cusp of public opinion.

Before leaving, he deliberately stuffed a bunch of high-definition sketches of the autumn and winter of the following year into the shredder.

Lucius stared at the pile of scraps of paper with a livid face, his heart was full of sorrow.

At this time, his assistant tremblingly said: "There are also newly received resignation letters here, all of which are caused by Nott—"

Lucius took it calmly, opened and read them one by one without changing his expression, and finally stuffed them into the shredder calmly.

"We have to transform," he said to the stunned assistant. "You stay here and deal with the rest, and I'll go back as soon as I go."

"Where are you going?" The assistant was unexpectedly assigned a big task.

"Go find someone."

As soon as Sirius walked out of the airport dragging the suitcase, he was not surprised to see two plainclothes bodyguards.One of them took his suitcase in silence, while the other told him sternly: "Madam is very dissatisfied with your arbitrarily rescheduled flight and delayed return, Master Sirius."

"Oh."

"It reminded her of your weird behavior of insisting on going to school alone when school started."

"Oh."

"The madam thinks that this time she should personally escort you to Hogwarts."

"Sigh." Sirius sighed melancholy, "I didn't expect my good mother to be so heartless that she was going to let me go all the way to school. Does that mean she wants to run away with me?"

bodyguard:……

"Wait a minute, I'm going to get a Coke," Sirius said, walking towards the vending machine in the corner. He didn't expect either Walburga or Orion to allow carbonated drinks to appear on the Black's table. superior.

Sirius was ready to go home to face the storm, but when the bodyguard opened the car door for him, he—

"puff--"

"Don't be so excited, my big nephew." The person sitting in the back seat with his legs crossed was none other than Walburga's younger brother, Alpha de Black, who wiped his forehead gracefully and without disappointment. Some Coke, "How old are you, why are you still acting like a five-year-old girl?"

"Uncle Alphard!" Sirius burst into tears, "How did you come back?"

"I was arrested by your mother's order." Alphad took off his sunglasses, and the uncle and nephew held hands and looked at each other, feeling bewildered, "You were only a little taller than the dining table when I left, but now you are a boy of 1.8 meters gone."

"Why did my mother pull you back?" Sirius asked, "Have you committed another crime?"

"Bah!" Alphard was furious, "Can you stop thinking about me badly, boy? Come, sit here, and uncle will show you a treasure."

"What?"

Alphard patted the seat beside him, showing a mysterious smile: "Guess."

While driving, Mr. Evans was overwhelmed with worry and didn't know how to speak.

Mrs. Evans gave him a sidelong glance, motioning for him to speak first.

He stared back helplessly, showing that there was nothing he could do.

His wife immediately glared at him, and Mr. Evans softened suddenly.

In the end, Lily was the first to see the clue: "Hey, can the person in front stop flirting with me? Goosebumps are all over the floor."

"Cough..." Mr. Evans cleared his throat, "We have something to tell you, Lily, you have to be mentally prepared."

Lily's complexion was not right at the time, and Mrs. Evans quickly made amends: "It's not a big bad thing, it's just a little...uh...unbelievable."

"Don't scare me." Lily was so frightened that she stopped playing with her phone.

"It's your sister." Mr. Evans gritted his teeth, "Petunia—"

"She signed up for a talent show and was selected." Mrs. Evans took the quarrel resolutely, "Tomorrow I will pack my things and go to New York to participate in the competition."

Lily was very surprised: "A draft competition? What competition?"

"America's Next Top Model." Mrs. Evans gritted her teeth and said, "I'm afraid she's out of her wits and won't be able to dream of being a star if she doesn't study hard all day long. That show only aired its first season last year, and it was said that there was a shady scene... I can't figure out how Petunia's head works."

"At least she's tall and long-legged." Lily said weakly.

"The problem is that in order to go to the draft, she secretly went through the formalities of suspending school for a semester behind our backs." Mr. Evans said sadly, "Tell me why she doesn't know how to weigh it at all. Huh? She has tall legs and long legs. What's the use, who doesn't have tall legs and long legs in the competition, and she looks just like that. Going there is just to join in the fun, so why don't you think about it."

Petunia's dream of becoming a star has been around for a long time, but Lily never thought that she would really put it into practice.

"Dad, calm down." Lily quickly comforted, "Just let Petunia go, she has judged for many years. And if she fails this time, she might stop in the future; if she really takes A ranking—"

"What's her ranking!" Mr. Evans thumped the steering wheel angrily, "She hasn't even been the Homecoming Queen once!"