HP Alternative Conquest

Looking at the incidents caused by one of his cufflinks over the years, Bazel resigned to his fate and chose to admit his mistakes in his father's study.Unsurprisingly, seeing the exact same documents as his own on his father's study, Bazel bit the bullet, "I was wrong, Father."

"What's wrong?" Slater finally found an opportunity to educate children these years, and he was quite imposing.Bazel took a deep breath, "I kept the cufflinks, but I forgot to tell the police to take them back, and I left the cufflinks in this family by mistake. Although my original intention was right, the fault was that the follow-up processing was not in place. "

The analysis is reasonable, and the facts are true, but Mr. Slater shook his head, "No." Bazel raised his eyes, "Why?"

Mr. Slater separated the documents, "The actions of the Dursleys are not secretive or even ostentatious. Why haven't they been found out for so many years? Because you didn't pay attention. In these years, you didn't care about anything except the Academy of Sciences and schools. .even us. Barr."

Bazel concluded, he didn't know, he thought there was nothing wrong with his life these years, Mr. Slater spread his hands, "Yes, you arranged it very well, every step was just right, you are like an actor, arranged All of you.

I want to know, when you failed the experiment at the Academy of Sciences, did you think of Nisa for a moment?or me?Thinking that maybe you can come to us for comfort, don't think it's impossible, this is what most people will have.And you don't.

In school, I didn't know you made a friend.It is true that Slater's identity will never lack friends, but your teacher has repeatedly told me that you often ignore sleep and food when you study. "

After a pause for a while, Mr. Slater held Bazel's shoulders, "I once thought that we were just a term in your heart for the rest of our life. But your performance today tells me that you have a family in your heart. So I I'm so relieved to tell you this." Bazel turned his head, he didn't know that his performance would make his father think so much.

"Let go of your heart and enrich it." Mr. Slater drew a circle on Basil's chest and smiled, "Go back, I will leave this matter to you, but don't forget, you are going to go to school."

"Okay, father." Bazel gave his father a hug and sighed slightly. After he returned, he would have a lot to think about.Much more than experimentation.

Back in the room, Bazel opened his eyes and looked at the murals on the ceiling. After half a ring, he got up and rang the bell, and the housekeeper quickly entered the door, "Master, what's the matter?"

"If I want the whole set of Slater's family history, will you give it to me?" Bazel turned to look at the butler, who nodded, "Yes, young master, I'll bring it to you right away."

Within half an hour, the housekeeper came in carrying four large boxes.Bazel's eyebrows jumped, "No, is there a simpler version?"

The butler looked up, smiling.Bazel waved his hand, "It's okay, you can go out."

Silently closing the door, Bazel judged the order of the boxes according to the style of the boxes, then opened the earliest one and began to read.

One afternoon and one whole night, when Bazel fell on the bed with two dark circles under his eyes, his mind was already full of things that he had ignored all these years.

For example, his father's two accolades were not entirely due to the medicine he prepared, but more because of some things his father did behind the scenes for the Queen.And Slater could have made the royal family eternally grateful for this, but he came out and invented a new type of potion, giving the royal family a reason to repay.Although not all bad things, but there is always a little less good.

For another example, Slater's long tradition made him understand how much his father loved his mother, so much so that he violated the family precedent and found himself for a mother who was infertile due to accidental abortion.And he has become a special existence, otherwise his father would not let him know about it.

With a drowsy head, Bazel experienced a short sleep, which was indeed short, because four or ten minutes later, the dedicated housekeeper knocked on his door, "Master, it's time to wake up."

Bazel got up, looked at his haggard self in the mirror, and began to mutter, "It would be great if there was a spell about makeup in that remnant soul." In fact, how much he can remember pointing to that remnant soul, except those The megalomaniac manifesto he had abandoned.

Walking downstairs to the dining room, Bazel, who did not appear refreshed for the first time, caused Mrs. Slater to start crying. She naturally knew what her husband had said to the child yesterday.She glanced at her husband complainingly, "Barr, you can ask for leave from school today."

Bazel shook his head, then nodded, and then blinked, "Thank you, Mom." Mrs. Slater smiled, and then asked the housekeeper to ask Bazel for leave.Sitting at the dining table, Bazel drowsily settled for his own breakfast. After eating the sandwich bite by bite, Bazel lay down on the dining table and fell asleep.

Mr. Slater coughed lightly, then got up, picked up his son, and sent him back to the room.Bazel slept until the afternoon. After missing lunch, he sat by the coffee table and added some sweet black tea and two small snacks.In the afternoon, Mr. Slater had a meeting and Mrs. Slater took care of the estate, so when the court letter came, there was only Bazel at home, resting at home.

In view of the impact of this incident, the Slater family chose not to come forward, but they wanted to take over and teach the child they saw back then, because the Slater family did not believe that such a family would teach a child well.With the court's judgment, the Dursley family lost most of their business partners in an instant, and their once glorious family's blessing even discredited them.

Not only that, but those people took away the freak they'd been trying to hide, ruining the good family Petunia Dursley had run for years.After all, the child looked only seven or eight years old, and according to the testimony, the child had been here for at least nine years.

When Bazel saw the child for the second time, it was already the evening of the second day of the court execution.Bazel, who came back from school, looked at the fully dressed but timid child standing in the corner of the living room, frowning. "May I have your name?"

The child looked around before he was sure that Bazel was asking him. "Harry, my name is Harry Potter." The small voice made Bazel even more uncomfortable. "Are you a girl? Speak louder."

Perhaps Bazel's voice was a little impatient, Harry Potter raised his eyes in a hurry, and then quickly lowered his head.Those green eyes still met Bazel's.Feeling very familiar, Bazel stepped forward, raised Harry's head with a gloved hand, "Potter, open your eyes."

Harry's eyes widened obediently, and a pool of green like blue waves appeared in front of his eyes.I looked at it, except that the eyes moved a little more, and the water vapor was a little more, and they didn't have the feeling of palpitation just now.Taking his hands away, Bazel sat on the sofa in the living room. "You have two options now. One, stay here for a few days and then go back to your aunt's house. Two, we will sponsor you to go to a boarding school. There you will receive the education you deserve." Bazel Thinking of the document saying that in order not to ruin the family's name, they didn't even let him go to school, it was unbearable.

"I want to go to school!" Harry expressed himself urgently, and Bazel nodded, "Ken, pack up the things he needs and send them to Mayne School tomorrow morning." With a bad reputation, Bazel didn't want to take over this trouble. As for taking care, Bazel shrugged his nose. No one in the room had experience in taking care of children, so he didn't count.

"Yes, master." The butler appeared and led Harry to the guest room. Halfway through, Harry seemed to want to ask something, but looking at the person sitting on the sofa, he couldn't ask anything.

The next morning, when Harry was leaving, he saw the back of Bazel going to school, and he caught up with him. "Mr. Slater?" Bazel frowned, "What's the matter?" Harry bowed, "Thank you!" Then he turned and trotted Then go back to the butler.Bazel raised his eyebrows, it seems that he learned the salute very quickly.

What does a Bazel who is no longer full of experimentation look like?What about a Bazel who devotes all his efforts to supplementing other knowledge?Mr. Slater looked worriedly at his son who was constantly absorbing miscellaneous knowledge in the study, and when he turned around, he saw his wife standing behind him, and was startled.

Mrs. Slater closed the door and nodded to her husband, "Did you convey something that should not be said? Over the past few months, Barr has become more and more like your father."

Rubbing the poked place, Mr. Slater curled his lips, "What's wrong with my father, it's fine. I suspect it's because Barr looked at the family history and regarded his father as an idol." After all, he led the Slater family to glory A homeowner.

"Oh my god, I don't want my son to become like your father, who can't tell the truth." Mrs. Slater sighed in despair. "My father told the truth, but you didn't catch it." Mr. Slater comforted his wife. After all, when his father was educated, he was still educated in the last century, and his words were much more devious than now. .Mrs. Slater stared, but stopped shortly afterwards.

The two were by the door, watching the butler who came up in a hurry, Mr. Slater resumed his usual look, "What's the matter?" The butler pinched a letter, "It's like this, sir, Harry Potter's school is on holiday but The people we sent didn't pick up Harry Potter, saying that he was picked up by an old man with a white beard."

Bazel heard the movement in front of the door, opened the door, "Then?"

"They're at the door now." The butler pointed at the door, Bazel raised his eyebrows, and turned around, "Father, let me take care of it?" Mr. Slater smiled, "Of course, your mother and I are going to visit Winslet's house, Being late is not a good habit." Spinning the top hat in his hands, Mr. Slater gave up his previous plan to take Bazel with him.

Dumbledore stood at the door, wearing a green robe with gold stars and a flat wizard hat on his head, but this did not affect the fact that he was already the same height as Mr. Slater.Harry was wearing his Mayne School uniform, trying to keep himself on the sidelines.Mr. Slater went out, looked at the pre-decorated Christmas tree at the door, and twitched the corner of his mouth, "Duck, let them in." Standing at the door of his house, God, I don't know who will see it.

The iron door opened, and Mr. Slater put on a gentle smile, "Hello, old sir, please forgive me and my wife for an important appointment, since it has already been booked, so we can't receive you, But my son Bazel is inside, you can go in."

Mrs. Slater smiled the same way, "By the way, old sir, your clothes really make people feel the festive atmosphere." Dumbledore smiled, "Thank you for your appreciation, ma'am."

That's really rude, Mr. Slater walked past Dumbledore without changing his face.Dumbledore looked down at Harry, "Is this the Slater family?" The pure-colored pupils are rare among Muggles, which is rare.

"Yes sir." Harry nodded, speaking much more clearly than he had a few months ago.The butler had already come out to lead the way. Dumbledore stroked his beard and entered the door with a smile.

When Bazel saw Dumbledore's attire and the congressman's smile, he couldn't restrain his smile, because the scene in his imagination was too joyful, but he was more sincere than Mr. Slater's smile. "Good day, sir. I'm Bazel Slater, welcome to visit." The boy walked down the stairs and stretched out his hand towards the living room.Dumbledore was stunned when he saw Bazel. The magical fluctuations in this child were very obvious. He was obviously a powerful wizard. Could it be that they picked Harry up because they knew something?

"Hello, Mr. Little, do you mind if I call you Bazel? I am Albus Dumbledore." Dumbledore blinked, his blue eyes were pure and powerful.Bazel nodded, "Of course, Mr. Dumbledore. I read your letter. I don't know why. You insist on sending Harry back to his aunt's house. You should know that his aunt is not good to him. Even eight months ago, Harry hadn't been to school." Bazel's eyes were sharp, but it was just a cufflink that got him into trouble for so long, and if he knew it was going to happen, he shouldn't have... …No, it’s useless to think about these now, the main thing is to solve the immediate matter.

"Harry's parents were gone when he was a child, and the Dursleys were his last relatives." Dumbledore paused, creating a sad atmosphere.

Bazel sneered, "Since the Dursleys are his last relatives, who are you? How can you take Potter out of Mayne School without authorization?"

The icy eyes conveyed anger through the purple eyes, Dumbledore smiled and stroked his beard, "I can't think of Bazel caring so much for Harry." Bazel shook his head, "If Potter didn't enter because of us Slater School, I will never know how he is. Mr. Dumbledore, you are disrespecting a nobleman. You should know that it is illegal to remove students from school without the permission of their guardians. I don't know how you talk about the people in the school, but the people involved will definitely pay the price for this matter, at least they are no longer suitable for a school."

"No, Bazel, don't be so serious. In fact, I am the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft, and Harry is a wizard." Dumbledore waited for the news to give this strict nobleman Shocked, however, Bazel chuckled, "Wizard? Do you think this reason will convince the jury when used in court?"

Dumbledore stroked his beard, "Actually, Bazel, you are also a wizard." Bazel's expression remained unchanged, but his heart was shocked. How did this old man see it.He promised not to do anything unreasonable in front of them.

"Mr. Dumbledore, you are taking this joke too far." Bazel looked at Harry intently. If this Potter is also a wizard, then he seems to have seen that there is a faint wave on this Potter. Dumbledore showed no signs of it.

Dumbledore smiled, "Obviously little Mr. Slater knows the power in his body. Right." Blinking, this Muggle-born child will definitely not enter Slytherin, but he will only enter Gryffindor, In this way, Harry can also have a good helper.

"Mr. Slater, what the professor said is true. If you don't believe me, take a look." Harry waved his hand, "Hugatim Reviosa!" The iron armor that Zell cast silently blocked it and fell not far from him. What the hell is this kid casting!