HP Alternative Conquest

The Minister of Magic came to visit in person, and the exchange students who had just completed a day of study in Durmstrang suddenly became excited, not because the other party was the Minister of Magic or the owner of the platinum family, but because they were from their hometown.

Bazel pretended to be an investigator from the Ministry of Magic, asked about their study arrangements, and expressed the importance that Hogwarts and the British and magical world attached to this exchange student.He had heard these clichés 99 times, if not hundreds of times, and there was no pressure in repeating them at this time, but the exchange students who knew who Bazel was overheard some of them, and secretly marveled.

When Lucius heard the conversation between Bazel and the professor, he secretly smiled in his heart, and couldn't help showing it on his face. It was the first time he heard Bazel say these bureaucratic phrases, and he felt an indescribable joy.

When the visit was over, Bazel looked at Lucius who was smiling all the time, and even held back his smile, "What's the matter?" They obviously came over abruptly to comfort people, and by the way, Bazel had to do something for him. The woods apologized, of course it was Alger who took the blame this time.

"I was just thinking that it might be suitable for you to be a politician." Lucius looked at Bazel, and the admiration in his eyes showed unreservedly through the light gray eyes.Bazel shook his head, "If I become a politician, you will all be pissed off."

"Huh? Why?" Lucius blinked. They came here to warn Durmstrang. They have been paying attention to the exchange students, especially today's provocation of Harry. Since the Saints have not disbanded, they have to bear their own burden. responsibility, and Bazel performed very well today.

"Because I am a scientific researcher, I belong to the laboratory." Bazel shrugged. Is there any doubt about this? "While I can handle it, I'd prefer to strike with direct force, I mean, technological prowess. It's much easier that way."

"Well, it's best not to let other people hear what you said." It is easy to cause misunderstandings when attacking with force.Lucius naturally knew that Bazel and the others were not researching weapons, but those things were far more destructive than weapons.

"Didn't you ask?" Bazel reluctantly opened the room where Harry was resting. Hermione had already found the doctor and sorted out the chaotic magic power for Harry.

"How do you feel?" The magic dress on Bazel's body changed back to his jacket, and he looked at Harry on the bed. It must be said that Harry, without the lightning scar, still lacked some recognition.

"It's all right." Harry sat up, and Hermione glared at him next to him, "The doctor said he needs to rest for a day or two, and it's best not to use magic anymore."

"My dear, you know that doctors are the most alarmist." Harry raised his forehead, he couldn't use magic.Bazel looked at him, "It's better to follow the doctor's orders when you're outside. I'll leave Argel to you and come back when you're completely stable."

Al Jie was in mid-air and found a suitable place to land.Harry looked at his worried brother, smiled and said, "Can I talk to you alone?"

Do you know this?Bazel looked at Hermione and Lucius, blinked, and the two went out.Harry looked at his brother, who had put his earplugs on and listened, with a slight smile on his lips, "You don't want me to remember?"

"I don't want anyone to know but you." Bazel smiled. "Sorry, Chad is dead."

"My brother's name is Bazel." The corner of Harry's mouth raised the same smile: "Although he's a bit incompetent."

"This doesn't make me feel guilty, I know you don't need everyone to regard you as the center." Bazel thought for a while, took out the unpacked luggage from his jacket pocket, restored it to its original shape, and took it from inside A bottle of whiskey came out, "It was originally intended for Dad, but now it seems that you need it more."

"The destruction in the prophecy is not Chad, but you." Harry took the glass, "You have the ability to suppress the savior."

"It seems that I have never brought you any good luck." Bazel sighed, saving and destroying at the same time.

"I have a question." Harry looked at Bazel and said seriously, "How does it feel to grow up again?"

"This is something I will never try again." Bazel smiled bitterly. He had been pretending to be a child for the past ten years, although he was not very successful.Harry grinned: "If I become a powerless child again, I will choose to kill myself."

"Maybe it's because when I realized it, there was no chance." Bazel thought of when he just woke up, he thought he had been transformed into an artificial human.

"What were you doing before you died?" Harry raised his eyebrows, how could he not realize that he was dead?

"In the laboratory, it was about to explode, and I was inputting data." Bazel recalled, he remembered the experiments in his previous life very clearly, but he didn't need to tell Harry too much.

"Sure enough." Harry looked at Bazel and drank the wine in his glass in one gulp, "I knew it."

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

"I know that no one can influence you except the laboratory." Harry tilted his head and smiled: "At least in this life, there are parents, me, and Mr. Minister."

"What does it have to do with Lucius?" Bazel looked at Harry, and found that he had a weird smile on his face, which made him a little hairy.

"Brother, did you like men or women in your previous life?" Harry leaned closer to Bazel, taking advantage of him to hide from the alcohol and remove the earplugs.

"I don't have a lover." Bazel flashed, he didn't like hard alcohol.

Argel noticed Harry's movements, and just as he flapped his wings, Harry stared at him, and stood there obediently making a specimen.

"That is to say, you only have feelings for the laboratory?" Harry looked at Bazel's legs in surprise, his brother wouldn't?

"Harry Potter?!" Bazel stood up, "Stay still."

Harry blinked, grinned, pointed to the door, and flicked it, the door opened, Lucius and Hermione looked at each other outside the door, just now the silencing spell suddenly failed, as if the two brothers were talking about something more private things.Lucius looked at Bazel, and spent two seconds thinking about whether Harry had seen through his mind.

"Harry, we—" Hermione looked at Harry who came out, and wanted to ask if he didn't ask, but Harry stopped him, "We don't want to disturb the minister, we'll go back now."

"Alger." Harry beckoned for Alger to come over. He didn't have the ability to communicate with Bazel and Alger, so he could only greet him verbally. "Brother, you can only go back with the minister." Harry glanced at Lucius with a smile, and disappeared with Hermione.

Bazel had just been mentioned by Harry, and he wasn't stupid, so there were only two of them left, plus Lucius' expression of waiting for him to speak.Bazel looked at Lucius, "Did I do something that misunderstood you?"

Lucius's heart skipped a beat. His plan hadn't started yet. Bazel was not the kind of person who would be coaxed by a few words. He originally wanted to tell Bazel when there was no one else around him and he got used to his presence. he. "No."

"Oh." Bazel saw the panic in Lucius' eyes, "It's okay. Don't be nervous."

"Bazel, I know this is unbelievable. After all, I am your classmate's father and I used to be your professor, but we have always been friends, haven't we? Perhaps these relationships are not a problem between us ..." Lucius' words were interrupted by Bazel's raised hand.

"I don't think I've ever called you uncle." The corner of Bazel's mouth curled up slightly, "I don't think it's a problem to have the urge to sublimate feelings for friends. I only have one request. After the urge is gone, we can still be friends and cooperate. .”

"As long as we are still friends, I'm afraid this impulse will not go away." Lucius smiled, "Can I get a chance to sublimate?"

Bazel pursed his lips. He has never been tempted since he took this kind of literature and art class in school. No one told him before that he would have to face this kind of situation, although he would usually be pointed out by his father. , but he never took it seriously.

"Uh, what do I need to do?" Bazel was stunned for a while, looking at Lucius who was in a rather disturbed mood, and found that he was not the only one who was struggling when he felt better.

"So far, there is no need to do anything." Lucius felt relieved, "If I annoy you or do something wrong, you can tell me directly, and I will correct it if it does not violate the principle."

"What's your principle?" Bazel looked at Lucius. For politicians, things like principles come and go as they come and go.

"Based on my life experience, there will be a better solution." Lucius raised his chin slightly, looking more like the Minister of Magic in the newspaper.

"Oh." Life experience?Bazel's eyes were half closed, "Didn't you change it?"

"It's about the same." Lucius smiled, it was just a word game, he changed or he persuaded Bazel, but Lucius looked at the confused people in front of him, let's let the persuasion go first.

"Your impulse didn't come from a misunderstanding. I don't think I need to explain anything, do I?" Bazel looked up at Lucius. He was tall enough to be at eye level with Lucius, but at this moment he was leaning against the corridor the walls.

"Yes." Lucius looked at Bazel and smiled, not rashly but full of joy and concern. Is this how Bazel rejects people?Such a self-confident and withdrawn way is completely different from the casual way he used to be in front of his friend.However, he never did anything to make him misunderstand. Lucius was both regretful and fortunate about this, and it was a bit complicated for a while.

Bazel's mood at this time was also a bit complicated. He could see the emotion in Lucius' eyes, and he also knew that this patriarch, who inherited the family tradition and was good at playing with words, would use beautiful words to describe the emotion and exaggerate it. Beautiful or full of enthusiasm, but because of my habit, I use this simple and direct language to wash away the halo outside, "This may not be the response you want."

"What I want is your response." Lucius couldn't help holding his hand on Bazel's shoulder, "You never hesitated in front of me, you don't have to now, and you don't have to in the future, there is no relationship between you and me." Regret, and no misunderstanding, only progress, every step is to go with the flow, this is what must happen, because as long as you exist, the attraction to me will exist."

"..." He was wrong.Bazel's ears were itchy. Even without those Shakespearean adjectives, Lucius could still make normal words come out.

The author has something to say: Xiaoba: I didn’t let you misunderstand anything, that is to say, what you saw was something I imagined without thinking about you.

Da Lu: No (how can I use something to describe myself—— no, it’s not a minibus, it’s a ghost thing that exists in some fantasy brain. Firm)

Minibus: Oh. . .You won't hinder my experiment, will you?

Da Lu: (Lasagna tears——) No, but I will remind you to eat and not to be picky eaters, and use my life experience to convince you.firm)

Minibus: ... (I lived two lifetimes...)