HP Alternative Conquest

The professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts found a first-year teaching assistant. Dumbledore took the candy in his hand and looked at Fox, "Sure enough, people who can contract a phoenix are not ordinary."

And there is another person who is also worried about this matter, the savior.After a class on herbal medicine, Bazel looked at the small note twisted to his side, which was written by Harry Potter, and wanted to ask him to meet in the library.

Bazel replied: I am still sane, thank you.See you in Potions.They were default partners in Potions anyway.

But before Potions class, Bazel and Harry met again, and it was in Dumbledore's headmaster's office.

"You mean, Bazel and I are brothers?" Harry looked at the old man in front of him in surprise, and then at Bazel, his face dark and inexplicable.Bazel stroked his chin and said, "Actually, wizards should still look at the world with their eyes open. After all, there are so many people in the world, and it's unknown which two people may look similar."

Bazel suddenly missed the skinny Harry with his head down, after all, Harry didn't look so much like him at that time.Moreover, the difference between the reckless savior who didn't know anything and him was not just words, even Dumbledore would not doubt it.

"Actually, I did an investigation." Dumbledore placed his fingers in a tower shape on his chest, looked at the two and said, "Bazel, you appeared on the day Chad disappeared, right? And you are mysterious turned up at a secret Muggle establishment."

"Oh, it seems that the headmaster is still very attentive to my investigation." Bazel smiled, then stood up and looked at Dumbledore, "I remember, after the last time, our headmaster seems to be very concerned about you calling us to the office thing, very disgusted?"

"Bazel, I just want you to understand that we are determined to find you." Dumbledore calmly looked at the spiked Bazel, and said slowly, "Whether it was then or now, the past 11 years We've been through so many disappointments."

"Well, Harry is ten years old, we have met before and you also investigated me at the same time, why did you come here and use formal channels to verify with my parents?" Bazel sneered, and looked again To Harry, motion him to keep quiet.

Harry pursed his lips. He knew that the headmaster's conversation was too sudden, but he could understand Bazel's mood. He was like an accident in his life, right?

In fact, in Bazel's mind, Harry's appearance had almost the same impact as the experimental accident, especially this accident had a series of chain reactions. The last time he experienced such a big experimental accident was the meteorite that took him to death.

"I have to say that the Slaters raised you very well, which is very different from what I imagined, and Harry's situation was even worse at that time." Dumbledore smiled with emotion, Then he said: "The investigation at that time was limited to the level we could contact. We are not very clear about your origin."

Bazel sneered, that is to say, Dumbledore didn't take himself seriously back then, yes, a bitch who obviously didn't fit the temperament of the Potters.

"And now, do you think that I, the 'good helper' of the savior, can be used?" Bazel retorted unceremoniously, but was pulled back by Harry behind him, and stared back.Harry rolled his eyes helplessly, why are you so impatient with Dumbledore.

Bazel looked at Harry, the foundation laid last time, it would be a ghost if I became more patient.

Harry blinked, don't forget what we said.

Dumbledore patiently watched the silent interaction of the two brothers with their backs turned to him. The two little guys must have noticed something. He had noticed Harry's actions and Bazel's defense during this time. , but considering Bazel's background, he obviously trusts Slytherin more, and the Slater family also has a family tradition of respecting the strong. Compared with emotions and friends, Bazel believes in interests more.

Dumbledore took this time to tell Bazel that he was not unprepared. He was worried that Bazel was the only student Quirrell was close to. If he was used by Quirrell, Dumbledore was worried that he would not have a good reputation in Slytherin. Malfoy's children would go astray.

Bazel turned his head and looked at Dumbledore, the anger and sarcasm on his face became a bit vain, showing a posture of being persuaded by Harry, and sat down again.

"Well, Bazel, I know this matter is a bit difficult for you to accept, I don't know if you mind, I invite your father to come over, we can sit together and have a good talk." Dumbledore avoided just now The problem with Bazel's helper, after all, it was his mistake to help, he shouldn't discuss this kind of thing with Harry, and the school that Bazel sent Harry to was full of students who were used to running things, so Harry must have misunderstood something.

"I don't think my answer will affect your decision." Bazel said gloomily, then straightened his cuffs, "I mean, of course, Mr. Principal."

"If there is nothing else, I think we can go back to class." Bazel took a deep breath and was about to get up.

"Bazel, don't you doubt what I said at all?" Dumbledore looked at Bazel, who was about to stand up. This child would never have much patience in front of him.

"I think, as long as it is something you believe, no matter what questions I ask, you will have corresponding answers, so my doubts are just a waste of time." Bazel pointed to Harry, and then Pointing to himself, "If you didn't have this suspicion, then no one would think that the two of us are related by blood. If you look at it with this suspicion, we are almost exactly the same except for hairstyle and eye color, aren't we? Oh, And height."

Bazel looked at Harry who was about to explode, and suddenly thought of a question, "Harry and I, who is the older brother?"

"You were born earlier than Harry." Dumbledore felt a little dry. Bazel's words just now invalidated all the answers he had prepared, and they were true.Bazel nodded, "Fortunately so."

Harry raised his eyebrows, "Do you think it's difficult to call me brother?" Bazel blinked and looked down at Harry, "It's quite difficult."

Bazel bowed to Dumbledore and left when Harry stared.Dumbledore looked at Harry, "Want some candy?"

"No, thank you principal." Harry also got up and bowed, and when he ran out of the principal's office, he saw Bazel waiting outside.

"You didn't go?" Harry braked, looked at the people leaning against the wall, and found that their heights were indeed quite different.Bazel shook his head, "How did Dumbledore know that?"

"I don't know what he knows." Harry shrugged. "I only know that you are a nobleman. As for the secret agency-do you have a memory?"

Bazel nodded, and suddenly reached out to touch the scar on Harry's forehead, feeling a familiar cold presence, "At that time, all I remembered was that I wanted to leave."

Harry covered his forehead, and the corner of his mouth trembled, "It hurts."

"Does it hurt?" Bazel looked at Harry in surprise, that part of him didn't hurt, maybe it was absorbed by him before it hurt. "Does it hurt often?"

"No, this is the third time." Harry shook his head. "The first two times, one was at the start-of-term banquet, and the other was - Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

Bazel raised his eyebrows, "What did you do?"

"I want to pick Quirrell's turban and see if there is really garlic hidden in it." Harry shrugged, "It really stinks."

Bazel smiled, and rubbed Harry's forehead again. The familiar cold pierced through his fingertips and launched an attack. It seems that there is really no benefit to leaving scars. "Does it hurt?"

"Are you my brother or Voldemort, why don't you give it a try." Harry patted Bazel's hand away, frowning.

"I have good news for you, is it worth it for you to be hurt for a while?" Bazel smiled and looked at Harry.

"What good news?" Harry blinked.

"Follow me." Bazel led Harry to the lobby. Thanks to Dumbledore's help, he still remembered the way from the principal's office to the lobby.

The next afternoon, Bazel was called away by the dark-faced Professor Snape in the herbalism greenhouse.On the playground, the tall and long-legged professor looked at Bazel who was following him, "Dumbledore knows."

"It has nothing to do with me, he already knew." The corner of Bazel's mouth curled up slightly, "Otherwise he wouldn't let Black hide with you, would he?"

"I wish you were only eleven." The corner of Snape's mouth twitched, and the kid spoke to the point.If he hadn't known that Chad was at Hogwarts, the mad dog would have gone out to look for it.

"Your wish has come true. I am 11 years old, but I am taller." Bazel smiled. "But I think Dumbledore seems to be worried about me this time. Is it because of Quirrell?"

"Qiluo is very dangerous, you'd better remove the status of assistant coach."

"Danger still let him enter the school? Because the savior is in the school, everything will be fine?" Bazel retorted, of course he knew that Quirrell was dangerous.

"Because letting him outside will endanger more people." Snape pursed his lips into a straight line, "You'd better not get too close to him."

Bazel raised his eyebrows, "It doesn't seem like you have the final say."

"You—" Snape braked suddenly, and watched Bazel walk straight towards the castle without stopping.

In the castle, Mr. Slater, who had been waiting in the lounge for a long time, saw his son striding forward, took off his gloves, hugged Bazel, and sighed softly with his eyes closed, "Brat, we agreed to send a letter every three days." .”

"I don't have so many things to write." Bazel retorted in a low voice, "Besides, you told me about the matter here and left it to me."

"Everything has to be done early, don't you know?"

"Do things step by step, impatience is prone to accidents."

"Do you dare to talk to me?"

"Be careful I complained to my mother, and you can put me down."

Bazel and his son separated, and Bazel introduced to his father with a smile: "Dad, this is my dean, that is, he picked me up. This is our principal, you have seen it before."

"Of course, I was very impressed." Mr. Slater looked at the two with an absolute height advantage: "And this time Mr. Dean picked me up." Mr. Slater refused to reveal the fact that they came by the fireplace.

"Mr. Principal said, I have a biological brother." Bazel looked at his father with wide eyes, "Do you know?"

"Baby, I have never done anything to be sorry for your mother."