HP Alternative Conquest

Harry looked at his brother, "So, you're leaving school early?"

"If everything goes well." Bazel said seriously.Harry pursed his lips, "You don't mean to make room for me, do you?"

"Even if I leave, Professor McGonagall will not agree to your transfer." Bazel blinked, smiled, looked at Harry's funny face, stepped forward and hugged his brother, "At least I can accompany you to Hogsmoor this year." Germany."

"Don't you have to study for the exam?" In Harry's opinion, there was nothing Bazel couldn't do if he wanted to.

"Review should also ensure rest." Bazel blinked. It is true that the knowledge and power system of the magic world is not easy for him to understand, but it is still no problem for him to simply pass the exam.

Before their birthdays, Bazel communicated with Dumbledore and the school's professors, including Snape. Although they negotiated for a week, Dumbledore finally agreed to Bazel's application for the exam. And it is stated that there will be no accommodations for his exam content and that he will continue to take the third grade exam.

After Dumbledore agreed, the rest of the professors were basically more talkative. Bazel successfully got the library's application and a time converter, which was a birthday present from Professor Fleetwee. Professor Fleetwee said He'll use it, and he's banned from Muggle circles.

Finally, Bazel waited for the most important permission from the headmaster. Looking at the scratched parchment, Bazel turned to look at Harry, "Can I transfer to Gryffindor?"

"I think you might as well transfer to another school. Draco will kill you after school starts." Harry leisurely leaned against the window sill and looked at the book his brother borrowed from Ravenclaw. Ravenclaw seniors Always know how to get the exam done in the shortest time, because they have more important research to do than the exam.

"I didn't tell him—Harry—" Bazel looked at Harry helplessly, telling Draco what to do, especially when he wasn't sure yet.

"Hedwig was originally going to deliver a letter to Ron, but my good girl liked the dried meat from the Malfoy family better, so she gave it to Draco." Harry blinked with a smirk, and slapped him and Baba with an innocent face. A lie that Zell didn't even believe. After his soul was exposed, Harry would reveal his dark taste in front of Bazel from time to time.

"Hmm." Bazel looked at Harry, "What is he going to do now?"

"It should be to intensify training, so as to defeat you when the chief challenger. Use the real level." Harry added, after all, with Bazel's strength, it would be difficult to defeat without richer fighting skills.

"I'm a scientific researcher." Basil's feeble rebuttal was ignored by Harry. It's really not easy to explain why a scientific researcher has a father who is an agent and a younger brother who is very talented in combat.

"Your height has already determined that you are not an ordinary scientific researcher." Harry shook his head, and looked at Bazel's legs still wearing trousers, "how about I help you deal with Draco and the others, you wear shorts once ?”

Bazel was not seen wearing shorts in the summer, and Harry had been curious for a long time.Harry thought it was a family etiquette requirement before, but Harry knew it was one of Bazel's eccentricities when he saw his dad playing the saxophone in shorts.

Bazel raised his eyebrows, "I still believe in Draco's true level." He still has a scar left on his leg when he was a child, although as he grew up and some growth-promoting drug treatments made the scar no longer bright red Knotted, but the twist marks that spread from the ankle to the knee are still obvious.

"Okay." Harry shrugged, anyway, he didn't have any hope of convincing Bazel, just like every time he was persuaded by him.

"Lucius suggested that I get a tutor," Bazel changed the subject and looked at Harry. "What do you think of Remus?"

"You seem to have a grudge against the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts?" The corners of Harry's mouth twitched. Although Remus was a prefect, he was really worried that Bazel would worry him to death. "Killed one, almost made the other crazy, what are you going to do?"

"Let me first declare that Quirrell committed suicide, and I didn't almost drive Lucius crazy, and it's true that I can't take the position of teaching assistant." Bazel said helplessly, "Your defense against the dark arts papers are all I saw it."

"It is said that Voldemort couldn't see Professor Malfoy's helpless expression back then, and Draco told me that when he was teaching at Hogwarts, Professor Malfoy's hair care potion was doubled." Harry shook his head, " Brother, don't underestimate your fighting power."

"Be serious." Bazel asked again, a little guilty.Harry shook his head, "Remus is a soldier of the Order of the Phoenix. Although he is indeed knowledgeable, he is not suitable as a tutor. You'd better find an old professor."

"Old professor, the professors at Hogwarts seem to be tenured. Except for those who resigned like Slughorn, the rest seem to teach until death, and even continue after death." For example, the professor of the history of magic.

"Well, do you think someone who is extremely familiar with magic could help?" Harry blinked, looking at Bazel.

"Who?" A name more than 600 years old flashed across Bazel's mind, but he felt that Harry couldn't reach Nicole Flamel.

"Our former neighbor." Harry smiled. "Mrs. Bathilda Bagshot."

"Her magic theory and history of magic are the textbooks we use. You must admit that she has helped you a lot, hasn't she?" Harry raised his eyebrows, looking at his brother.

"You said, she was our former neighbor?" Bazel thought to himself, this is definitely not the neighbor of the Slater family, nor the neighbor of Privet Drive, but the neighbor of the Potter family, the neighbor of Godric's Hollow.

"And still alive." Harry smiled. "I think she will expect Alger to send her a letter."

"When did you get in touch with her?" Bazel looked at Harry and gritted his teeth.

"Dumbledore told me that Fawkes is also a phoenix after all, but Hedwig had some complaints about this long-distance trip, and pecked me when she came back." Harry stretched out the back of his hand, showing Bazel the phoenix that hadn't completely dissipated. Hong Yin, his face was truly pitiful.

Dumbledore knew that if he told Bazel that neither of the brothers would believe it, not to mention that Harry would find out carefully for his brother's sake, then it might not be as simple as just knowing Bathilda.From the fact that Harry and Bazel deduced Voldemort's important nodes through the books, Dumbledore now absolutely believes that Bazel and Harry will find out things that he doesn't want them to know.

Instead of telling Harry directly, Harry would go directly to Bathilda instead.Bathilda liked the two brothers very much before, and when Voldemort was resurrected last time, she thought about taking the two brothers to Godric's Hollow, but she gave up after knowing what the two were doing. Maybe they do have their own bear.

Bazel gave Harry the recovery ointment, and got up to find Mrs. Slater to discuss whether Bathilda could be invited to their birthday party.

But Bazel was ignoring a bigger problem.At the birthday party, Anne held the Hogwarts acceptance letter and looked at Bazel with tears in her eyes.

"Uh, Harry!" Bazel turned his head to look at Bathilda who was watching the show. He didn't expect Anne to hear the conversation between him and Mrs. Bathilda, so he had no choice but to ask Harry for help.

Harry shook his head aside, he would never provoke Annie at this time. "Chris—" Bazel turned to his childhood friend who had just coaxed back. Christopher, who had rushed back to help him celebrate his birthday after military service, had just learned that his little friend was a wizard.

"You didn't seem to tell me that my cousin is also a wizard." Chris raised his eyebrows, everyone in the room knew and he was the last to know and Bazel forgot to write to him.

"It seems that you still have a lot of homework to do, Bazel." Mrs. Bathilda smiled, and walked over to see Annie, "Can you show me? I haven't seen Hogwarts for many years Acceptance letter from me, my lovely princess."

"You can call me Annie, Mrs. Bathilda." Annie blinked, and tears fell, and Bathilda reached out to wipe Annie's tears, "Don't worry, when you arrive in the wizarding world, you will find many and Zell's method of contact. Owl, double-sided mirror, door key, and the magic circle of conversion..."

Bazel looked at the old and the young leaving, and felt that his future was bleak.

"One thing you can rest assured," Mycroft appeared behind Bazel, "If you succeed, the requirements of the laboratory are stricter than those of the Academy of Sciences, and even your Phoenix will not be willing to go there."

"Are you reminding me to go out more?" Bazel twitched his mouth and looked at McCoff.

"Smart." Mycroft smiled, "Do you want to meet your father's old leader?"

"Can you?" Bazel said seriously, "I'll call Harry."

"No, it's just you." Mycroft smiled, "They're up there." Bazel looked at Harry and motioned for him to go there first. Harry nodded and waved his hand.

In the study, a white-haired old man sat opposite Mr. Slater. The first impression Bazel could see was that he was elegant, calm and wise. Although he had a smile on his face, it was obvious that he preferred seriousness.

"Arthur, this is Ogg's son." Mycroft introduced with a smile. As always, he likes to be in control.

"Ah, little Mr. Slater." Arthur stood up. "Nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too, sir." Bazel shook hands with Arthur and smiled.Arthur turned his head, "Geraint, this kid is very similar to you back then."

"We think so too." Mr. Slater smiled and blinked at Bazel who was a little surprised.

Knights of the Round Table?Bazel raised an eyebrow and turned to Arthur.

"As the youngest participant in this experiment," Arthur walked back to the desk and handed Bazel a portfolio, "We always think there are some things you must know."

"Keep it secret." Arthur smiled at Bazel. "Also, I hope you don't have Geraint's bad temper."

"Bazel is much calmer than me." Mr. Slater admitted frankly, looking at the few people in the room.

The author has something to say: Well, you may not be familiar with Geraint, let me say two familiar ones, Lancelot, Galahide, Merlin, Eggsy, Harry, and the tailor shop.