HP Alternative Conquest

After the results were released, the Result Release Office of the Examination Supervision Bureau of the Education Commission of the Ministry of Magic looked at the exact same recipients and the same all-o results. After confirming that there was no error in the magic registration system, there were no errors in the papers, and asked the chief examiner of each session After Bazel Slater did show up, everyone's grades came in a week late.

Bazel looked at the report card in front of him and heaved a sigh of relief. The fifth and seventh graders next to him looked at the series of O's on Bazel's report card. Graduating soon, he is graduating soon.

On the contrary, it was the third grade exam. Bazel got an A in one of his three elective courses, Ancient Elven Literature. The teacher was dormant and basically did not teach. There was no such course in the fourth grade. Bazel and the others still had It was because the teacher was not asleep at the time.

Only Bazel chose this course after knowing that the teacher was going to sleep, and he was determined not to change the course, just to get a weekly self-study time.

Two days later, Bazel looked at Yishuier, a seventh grader beside him, and felt for the first time that he was actually not tall.And he didn't know that the five people with all O results were the first batch, while the other four had secretly used a little height-enhancing potion.

Receive another report card from the professor, but there are comments and approval from Hogwarts on it, Bazel glanced at his list, 'The foreseeable future is not yours. '

Strange, but expected, Bazel took a deep breath, looked at the dean on the next table, and obediently stood in the corner, waiting for all the Slytherins to come over before moving.

"Come here." Snape's voice was so cold that the air could freeze instantly, Bazel swallowed subconsciously, nodded and went to receive the college's diploma.

"Congratulations on graduating." Snape looked at Bazel who passed the exam, and concealed the rest of his words under Occlumency.

Bazel took a deep breath, "Thank you, Dean."

The next day, everyone noticed that a person had disappeared from the table in Slytherin House. Harry and Draco looked at the birthday presents they had prepared in advance, with strange expressions on their faces.

"Does this mean that Bazel will not appear during the summer vacation?" Annie looked at the gift in Harry's hand and pouted.

"Annie, you're in Ravenclaw." Harry was helpless, looking up to see Neville in Hufflepuff had also received a present. To be honest, this was the first time he didn't expect a birthday present.

Two years later, Bazel was specially recruited into the laboratory, not because of insufficient qualifications, but because of his young age, so Bazel's role in the laboratory was still an assistant.

"It's much better than an intern." Mycroft looked at Bazel, "By the way, isn't Alger already an adult?"

"I'm here to hand in the wand." Bazel grinned and put the wand into the box in front of Mycroft, "Goodbye, Godfather."

"Little devil." Mycroft shook his head, and put the wand into the safe in the office, along with the guns, locators, and some cute little equipment of other people in the laboratory.

And when Bazel finished the first stage of the experiment and came out to let the wind go, he got the news that Hogwarts was holding the Triwizard Tournament, and Harry was one of the contestants.

"Uh, will I die badly if I don't go?" Bazel looked at the hairdresser mother who was busy behind his head, he just wanted to shave his head.

"Yes." Mrs. Slater looked at her sharp-edged son in the mirror, and continued to take care of his already smooth hair. It has been almost four years since Bazel graduated from Hogwarts, and he has never returned to the wizarding world. After all the holidays, not even Christmas, he told them he was admitted to the lab.Harry's little flame of resentment could already be seen.

"Is he participating in the competition to avoid the exam?" Bazel thought of a possible direction, and then his mother pulled his hair: "Ahhh."

"He wants to show you a result." Mrs. Slater brushed back the hair she had pulled out, "So you'd better go over."

"But I only have two months of vacation now." Bazel looked at his mother, "There are three months before the end of the game."

"Before he competes in the third event, we can go and see him." Mrs. Slater pinched Bazel's slightly thin cheeks, which were not as soft as they were when she was a child.

"I have some good news for you. Harry has already set up the commercial street you left for him. Also, your father has given up working with you and started working with Harry instead." Mrs. Slater looked at her obviously relaxed. Son who breathed a sigh of relief, "Fine, I'll tell him you're happy."

"I am indeed more suitable to be a laboratory staff than Harry." Bazel shrugged, "I will go and apologize to Dad."

"It's okay, baby." Mrs. Slater said with a smile: "He just wants to find some common topics with you. After all, we don't need two people who use speech skills to talk at the same time in our family. And those you care about, he temporarily I really can’t study it for a while.”

Bazel looked at Mom, "But his plan is real."

"That's why he took the credit with you." Mrs. Slater smiled, "And he found that Harry is more ambitious than you and is more suitable for this plan."

"Speaking of which, do they play so big every time?" Bazel pulled out a lock of bangs, and it seems that not all of his hair is straight. Last year, after the pressure in the laboratory was unstable, a hair appeared in front of his head. A lock of curly hair.

"Almost, that's what they were tasked with." Mrs. Slater used a fine-toothed comb to brush back Bazel's bangs. "Be good, I'm going to take you to the Queen's afternoon tea party."

"Mum—?!" Bazel turned his head, and Mrs. Slater had disappeared into the cloakroom, "Do I need this?"

"The queen wants to know your progress, and don't run away." Mrs. Slater stopped Bazel, who wanted to disappear, "Only you can keep the secret from both sides."

"It's obviously because she can't ask anything from the godfather." Bazel said discouragedly: "According to the regulations, I can't say anything."

"Then His Majesty has the right to propose to control your research funding." Mrs. Slater came out with a three-piece suit and said, "After all, there are still many people who are questioning where the taxes are spent. Gray or dark blue?"

"Gray." Bazel accepted his fate.

"Tell me what you can say, for example, Anne is about to take an exam or something." Mrs. Slater admired her son's helpless expression very much.

Escaping from the crowds who were inquiring about the news, Bazel suddenly discovered that the magic world is really a good place, at least those people can't reach it no matter how long their hands are. Of course, some hands that shouldn't be stretched out let Mycroft and Slater Mister cut it off.

"Bazel?" Robin, who graduated normally, looked at the person who came out of Gringotts, "Is it really you?"

"Yeah." Bazel looked at the other party, and the happy chief flashed in his mind: "Robin."

"It's not easy for you to remember me." Robin patted Bazel's shoulder with a smile, and said, "Are you here to watch Harry play?"

"Yes." Bazel nodded, "But he said that I don't need to come."

"Trust me bro. All you need to do at a time like this is show up in the audience and give him a hug and say 'I'm proud of you'." Robin smiled, winking at Bazel .

Bazel noticed the scar on Robin's hand and the wand in his sleeve, "Auror?"

"Huh?" Robin turned to look around, "Who?"

"You." Bazel blinked, "Is it in danger?"

Robin pursed her lips and smiled, "Obviously." After speaking, an explosion sounded from inside Gringotts. Robin looked at Bazel, and Bazel nodded, "I promise not to interfere."

"I said, it's not mine!" 2 minutes later, a twisted goblin appeared outside, and Robin was holding a burnt box and looked at Bazel at the door, "It's the third time this month .”

"Good luck." Bazel pursed his lips and left the scene.Behind Bazel, Robin shook his head at his colleague, "This is my old classmate. It won't be him."

Hogwarts, Bazel looked at Harry who was smiling happily at him, and said seriously, "I can actually explain—" Harry hugged him before he finished speaking.

"Brother, you are later than me." Harry whispered in Bazel's ear, he is still half a head lower than Bazel now, but he is much stronger than four years ago. "Do you want to see the current Hogwarts?"

"I can catch up with you soon." Sure enough, this black boy.Bazel patted Harry on the back, "But I have more important things to follow up now, so you should hurry up."

"Daddy said he doesn't want you to participate, what should we do?" Harry's distressed voice rang in Bazel's ear.Bazel blinked and said, "Dad's authority is not as high as my direct leadership."

"It seems that I'm not the only one who has to work hard." Harry's voice was genuinely interested, "Don't expect me to cooperate so easily when the time comes."

"Well, I'll wait." Bazel smiled. The wizard was a good partner, but his and Harry's goals were never the same. "By the way, I met Robin. He recently had an exploding headache. I don't think Mr. Savior has anything to explain, right?"

"You have to pay for this sentence." Harry said seriously, "I will not put danger in the wizarding world, that is some fanatics who do not know where to get the news that Voldemort's treasure is in Gringotts .”

"Who released the news?" Bazel raised his eyebrows. This kind of thing is not a joke.

"I'm looking it up." Harry smiled. "I've sent a message that the key to Voldemort's treasure is hidden in the third item. My brother needs help."

"When will the third match start?" Bazel looked at his younger brother, no wonder he had such a good attitude.

"Three days from now, wish me luck?" Harry winked, seeing his parents following behind, "Don't worry your parents, right?"

"You're right." Bazel rubbed his younger brother's hair, exerting a little force, his own brat.