[Comprehensive] Sean

"I'm surprised there's electricity here." Sean yawned and sat down at the dining table.

"I'm surprised there's a signal here," Tony flipped the phone over in his hand, "it's just not so good, Steven said a sentence can be divided into six parts."

"It's good to have it, and it's better not to ask for anything else." Sean shrugged and said.

Kreacher hunched his back, respectfully placed two breakfasts on the table, and was about to leave, but was stopped by Sean.

"Dear sir, what can I do?"

"Amida Black, do you know her? I heard Dumbledore say that she is the lady of the Black family and also my mother. I want to meet her. Is there a picture of her here?"

"Yes, Kreacher will fetch it for Mister now."

At this time, Tony's cell phone vibrated briefly, he picked up the cell phone and checked, the sender was Steven.Tony clicked in and found a video inside.

"You eat first, I'll load a video next to the window, I turned around the whole room, and the signal is the best there."

Kreacher came back soon, holding an old and dusty photo frame in his hand. He blew on it, wiped it with his hand rather sentimentally, and handed it to Sean.

"This is a photo taken when the old lady and husband were still alive. Now Miss Narcissa is married, Miss Amida is dead, Miss Isabella is in Azkaban, and that prodigal son... Humph!"

Sean looked at the family in the photo. Although they were all beautiful, they all had gloomy expressions, like vampires in ordinary movies, staring blankly at the camera.

Photos in the wizarding world are all moving, but everyone in this family portrait is motionless, sitting or standing in the most elegant and proud posture.

"Which one is my mother?" Sean asked, leaning down.

Kreacher pointed at one of the women with wrinkled fingers and said, "This is it."

Xiao En looked at this strange woman indifferently. He had complained about her and hated her once, but when he really looked at the photo of this woman who had died long ago, he felt that there was still hatred in the past. They all disappeared without a trace.

"What kind of person is she?"

"Miss Amida has always been the calmest of all Blakes. She doesn't talk often, and most of the time she sits by herself and reads a book. She is not close to everyone."

Tony reappeared at the dining table with a subtle expression, lowered his head silently, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Tony, do you have any impression of this face?" Sean handed over the photo, pointed to Amida and asked, "This seems to be my mother."

Tony glanced at it, immediately covered his mouth, bent over and retched.

Sean looked at Tony's reaction in surprise, took a closer look at Amida's appearance, and said, "It's pretty good...you don't have morning sickness, do you?"

Tony pushed the frame away and said, "I just have an upset stomach."

"Do you want to go to the hospital?"

"No, I'll just drink something." Tony wanted to pick up the cup in front of him, but he looked at the yellow-brown liquid in the cup, and put the cup back with a pale face.

"What did Steven send you?"

"It's just some missions, some suspicious mutant information, and new weapons appearing in Middle Eastern countries."

Sean raised his eyebrows disinterestedly, and continued to ask Kreacher, "Who are the others?"

Kreacher explained to Sean one by one, and Sean could hear the undisguised pride in his tone. Except for a man named Sirius who was very unpopular with him, the rest of the Black family members were highly praised by Kreacher. In response to the praise, Kreacher also enthusiastically showed Sean the collection of Blake's old master - a bunch of severed head specimens of elves.

Sean shivered and asked, "Don't you feel horrible seeing the heads of your own kind hanging all over the room?"

"How come?" Kreacher said loudly, "Only house elves who are appreciated by their masters have this honor."

"I don't agree with you staying in this...perverted environment for even more than an hour!" Tony said with disgust.

Kreacher glared at Tony, babbling in his mouth, nothing more than words like vulgar and stupid Muggles, defilement of noble Blake and so on.

Sean said with a headache, "Put them in the basement."

"Yes, sir." Kreacher said angrily.

Dumbledore came on time, almost on time, and he led Tony and Sean out of Black's old house with a smile.

"I absolutely disagree with Sean living here, look at that strange creature and a room full of perverted collectibles, this is definitely a threat to Sean's health!"

"Calm down, Mr. Stark, Mr. Stark Jr. will live in the college dormitory during school. This house is only recorded in the name of Mr. Stark Jr., and how to deal with it is entirely up to Mr. Stark Jr."

Sean said absent-mindedly: "I think this house is not bad, but it's a bit dirty, just tidy it up."

"What are you thinking?" Tony asked, frowning.

"I... just want to know more about my mother." Sean lied without blinking.

After hearing this, Tony adjusted his clothes uncomfortably: "...at least that kind of strange collection must be put in the warehouse and locked up."

"No problem." Sean agreed.

He took advantage of Tony's guilt towards him to successfully retain the right to continue living in Black's old house, and he still felt a little guilty.Sean touched his crossbody bag, which contained the sheepskin notebook that inexplicably appeared beside his bed.

In fact, Xiao En didn't know why he brought this book by accident, he just had an intuition that there must be some secret hidden in this book.

Dumbledore looked at Sean with a smile, but there was not much smile in his eyes. He frowned slightly as he watched Sean unconsciously stroking his fingers on the messenger bag.

When he came to Diagon Alley, Sean was stunned by the sight in front of him, and even Tony, who had always dismissed wizards and magic, was attracted.

Everyone is wearing loose robes, and the shops along the street have a bit of a medieval taste. There are people coming and going on the street, and almost everyone is waving a magic wand. Some people in gorgeous clothes are followed by house elves carrying luggage .

"Let me see what you have prepared... Textbooks, wizard robes, wands, pets... Well, let's pick out the wand first."

"Don't I already have one?"

"That's a personal gift from me," Dumbledore blinked. "Don't tell anyone."

Sean read in the book that because the wizarding world had attacked other wizards with unforgivable spells, in order to curb the riots, the Ministry of Magic issued a special rule: all wizards must register their wands with the Ministry of Magic.Of course, there are still some very wealthy wizards who have two wands, one registered with the Ministry of Magic and the other kept in their personal collection.

Although Sean didn't understand what Dumbledore was doing, he wisely didn't speak.

Just as they were walking forward, a huge figure like a wall of flesh stood in front of them.

"Professor Dumbledore," said Wall of Flesh, looking a little frustrated, "those bloody Death Eaters are going too far!"

Dumbledore intercepted the meat wall and introduced to him: "This is Mr. Sean Stark, a new student this year," he said to Sean again: "This is the school's staff, Bruce Hagrid."

"Mr. Hagrid, hello." Sean said politely.

Hagrid's face was a little blue, he took off his hat awkwardly, bent slightly, and said, "Good afternoon, Mr. Stark." Sean sensitively noticed Hagrid's unnatural expression, compared with his Yu lowered his voice by more than a tone when speaking to Dumbledore.

"You don't seem to be in a good mood, did something happen?"

"Oh... those... those... bastards took my little Ida!" Hagrid said, pointing to a few young people gathered not far away.

Those young people chatted together, not knowing what they were talking about, and then looked at Dumbledore and Hagrid with malice and laughed.

"It seems that I have to solve it, Mr. Stark, or...there is Madam Malkin's clothing store over there. You can go there first to order school uniforms, and I will find you later."

Sean shrugged nonchalantly, and walked to the clothing store with Tony.

The proprietress of this clothing store is a long-winded woman, Sean quickly lost the patience to talk to her, but Tony had a good time talking with her.Seeing the proprietress laughing and falling on Tony's shoulder from time to time, Sean helplessly spread his hands.

"Excuse me, are you also a freshman at Hogwarts?" came a crisp male voice pretending to be calm.

Sean turned his head, and the little boy he had seen before was standing in front of him alive.

"Yes," Sean smiled and stretched out his hand, "My name is Sean Stark." If Steven were here, he would definitely hold his forehead for the highly consistent expressions of Stark and his son.

"Draco Malfoy." The boy held out his hand reservedly and shook hands with Sean, "So, you are the heir of the Black family, my cousin?"

"Cousin?"

"My mother is Narcissa Malfoy," Draco added, looking at Sean's confused look, "her name was Narcissa Black before she got married."

Sean suddenly realized, "What an amazing coincidence."

Draco nodded, unconsciously looking at the clothes rack beside him.

"You seem to like that dress very much. You kept looking there when you were talking to me."

Draco stiffened his neck, his face flushed, and he faltered, "I...I...I didn't..."

Sean shook his head, what a kid who is not good at lying.

"Draco." A lady somewhat similar to Draco came from behind the hanger.

"Mom." Draco ran towards the woman and took her hand with a bullied expression.

Narcissa said with a cold expression: "If Draco said something inappropriate, I apologize to the two on his behalf, and hope you don't mind."

"You're too polite," Tony said standing behind Sean, "it's just a child talking."

Narcissa looked at Sean and continued, "I saw something about you on the news. Congratulations on inheriting the Black family."

"Thank you."

"If you are free, I sincerely hope you can come to Malfoy's house as a guest."

"It's my pleasure."

"Draco is also a freshman this year, please buy the school and take care of him."

"No, it's right to take care of each other."

"Then," Narcissa raised her chin and said, "We still have some things to do, so don't bother."

Narcissa led Draco out of Madam Malkin's shop, and met Dumbledore who had just entered.Dumbledore was still smiling, and Narcissa still had a cold face.However, Sean didn't ignore the warning from Dumbledore's smile, and the disgust from Narcissa's mask-like makeup.

"This appearance, where is the aunt? She is simply a creditor!" Tony, who was completely ignored by Narcissa, said displeased.

"After seeing the family portrait of Black's family, I'm not surprised by her attitude at all. Just looking at the photos, I can clearly see that their family is not a big family that loves each other, but I can't figure it out..."

The casual invitation without a date, and the cold attitude, Narcissa clearly wished that she would never have any contact with Sean, but if that was the case, why did she order her son to approach her?

"Mom, why do I have to be friends with him, isn't he a mudblood?" Draco asked with a small face raised.

Narcissa took Draco's little hand and said nothing.

Lucius stood not far away, and behind him was the group of wizards who were making trouble for Hagrid.

"Dad!" Draco exclaimed in surprise, he let go of Narcissa's hand and ran towards Lucius.

Narcissa stood where she was, looking at her husband, while Lucius was across the street from her.The couple's eyes were as indifferent as ice.