[Comprehensive] Sean

"The school's archives room is on the second floor, which records the files of previous Hogwarts students, teachers and principals," Hermione said quickly after Sean, "but the archives room is locked all the year round, and there is also a security guard. Ah Ladongho cast a spell, no one can enter except Headmaster Dumbledore."

"Who's got the key?" Sean asked.

"Filch, I guess, he has the keys to all the rooms at Hogwarts, including the Archives, I suppose."

"It's in his hands..." Sean said helplessly.The whole Hogwarts faculty and staff felt a little bit wrong when they saw him, except for the groggy, hunched, typical anime villain Filch.The guy hated him terribly... no, Filch hated everybody.

"A simple question," Sean looked at Hermione, "Why are these two guys here?"

"Then why are they here, Malfoy?" Ron yelled.

"Because we are Sean's friends," Draco said with a smug smile, "Besides, this is our Slytherin business, so what does it have to do with you Gryffindors?"

"They heard we were going to the Archives, so they wanted to join," said Hermione.

Sean pulled Hermione aside and asked in a low voice, "Are they trustworthy?"

"Probably," said Hermione.

"What we are going to do now is something that violates school rules. I want to hear a definite answer."

"Sean, maybe the two of them don't seem so reliable, but they have their reasons. We have the same goal, why can't we cooperate? Don't you think that Slytherin and Gryffindor should be the same as Malfoy?" Not at odds?"

"You can ask me directly if you have anything." Harry walked up to Sean and said.

Sean took a step back unconsciously, and the smile on his face also subsided. He looked at Harry with hostility, and his right hand twitched reflexively.

damn it!

"Sean, are you okay?" Hermione felt something was wrong sensitively.

"Why do you want to go to the archives?" Sean asked.

Harry hesitated and said, "I want to know what my parents look like."

Sean asked strangely: "How come you don't know what your parents look like."

Hermione tugged on Sean's sleeve and said, "You don't know, Harry's parents were killed by... the Dark Lord."

"It was Harry who defeated the Dark Lord!" Ron said eagerly.

Draco smiled disdainfully: "Him? A baby who can't even speak spells can defeat the greatest wizard in the world? People really believe the bedtime stories made up by this kind of low-level tabloid reporter."

"Dumbledore is the greatest wizard!" Ron yelled loudly, "Then why did the Dark Lord withdraw his troops? There are only three people in the room, except Harry..."

"Enough!" Harry said, "I don't care about the Dark Lord at all! I don't want to defeat him, and I'm not even interested in why he withdrew! I just want to know what my parents look like!"

"I'm sorry, Harry," Ron looked a little discouraged. He scratched the back of his head and said, "Didn't Hagrid know your parents? He must have a picture of your parents."

"He's been looking for days and I guess he doesn't remember where he put the picture, but that's normal, he just looks sloppy."

"I could write to my parents and beg them."

"Your parents don't want to say that they must have their own reasons. I don't want to force them."

"Wait," Sean interrupted Harry and asked, "Your parents are dead? Aren't they seriously injured?"

"No, the Potters did sacrifice, that's what it says in History of Magic," Hermione said.

"But the magic history book I read said that they were hit by the instigating spell and lost consciousness, but they didn't die."

"Impossible!" said Hermione, "I'm not sure I remember correctly."

"I remember that the third Dark Lord never killed."

"The second generation!" Hermione corrected: "The second generation Dark Lord!"

Sean said dumbfoundedly: "Then it's impossible for Dumbledore to give me a fake book."

Hermione frowned and said, "Can I borrow that book you mentioned?"

"Of course," Sean said, "but before that, we have to go into the archives first." He looked at Harry and asked, "Are you still going?"

"Of course!" Harry said firmly.

"Very good! Let's make a plan first and get the key."

Harry took two steps forward and asked, "What plan?"

Sean took another step back and said, "First of all, don't stand so close to me."

"Filch is a man who doesn't like oil and salt, and has a weird temper. He is very strict about his room. He is not greedy or lewd. Apart from liking Mrs. Norris, he basically has nothing to use. place. We can only attack Mrs. Norris."

"For food?" Ron suggested.

"Mrs. Norris will not eat anything given to her by anyone but Filch."

"Then grab her?" Goyle said.

"How to catch? Mrs. Norris knows people. If she reports us later, we will definitely be expelled from school!" Hermione retorted.

"I have an idea." Sean said with a smile.

When Tony came here, because he was worried about Sean, he specially rushed out a small robot that could be charged by solar energy-in order to prevent the old and dilapidated schools from having no sockets.

In fact, Tony's worry was correct. In the magic world that relies too much on magic, there are hardly any chairs of modern civilization. Access and exit rely on floo nets, door keys and magic brooms, and heating and lighting are all handled by magic spells. Not to mention sockets in the entire school, there is not even a single facility that uses electricity.

Sean turned the little robot out of the dormitory, covered it with a bag in order not to attract attention, and carried the little robot out together with Draco and the others.

"Good evening, Sean, how can I help you?" said the little robot.

"This thing can talk!" Draco screamed, kicking the robot to the ground.

"Calm down..." Sean rolled his eyes speechlessly.

Mrs. Norris walked gracefully in the empty castle, licking her paws from time to time.It was getting late, and she should go back to her master.

At this time, a red iron box suddenly appeared at the corner. Mrs. Norris looked at this strange thing strangely. She knew every plant and tree in the castle clearly. Something very curious.

She cautiously circled the iron box a few times, and slowly approached it after making sure it was not dangerous.However, the moment Mrs. Norris's cat's paw rested on the iron box, the iron box suddenly split in two, trapping Mrs. Norris inside.

Mrs. Norris let out a miserable cry, and scratched vigorously the iron box that trapped her, but the iron box remained motionless.

Filch had finished his day's work, and he could lock the door and go to bed when Mrs. Norris returned.But after a long time, Mrs. Norris still did not come back, which made Filch a little worried.

Mrs. Norris is a good girl, she never stays out at night.

Filch hurriedly picked up the lamp, put on his coat, and walked out cursing.Must be those damned brats!What must they have done to Mrs. Norris!

Hermione followed Sean and hid in the corner, looked at Filch's wobbly back and whispered, "How can we get the key while Filch is not paying attention?"

Sean took out his wand and said, "Wish us luck."

"what are you going to do?"

Sean pointed to the keys hanging on Filch's waist and whispered, "Wingardim Leviosa."

The key floated up slightly, but the key ring was stuck on Filch's belt and could not be taken off.Filch felt that it was a bit strange to have a back waist. He touched the key of the back waist, and Sean quickly withdrew his magic to prevent being discovered.

Filch found the key, didn't think much, and continued to call Mrs. Norris' name in the empty corridor.

"It won't work! There's no way to get the key without disturbing Filch." Mr. Ron said, with a pale face, "I just scared the hell out of me."

Harry gripped his wand tightly, walked to the corridor, pointed at Filch's back and shouted, "Petrification!"

Filch's body hit the ground like a stone.

Sean, Hermione and the others stared blankly at Filch, who was lying on the ground, unable to move, and then at Harry, who was holding a wand.

"Cool! Dude! I've been meaning to do this for a long time," said Ron.

"If we knew this earlier, why would we lock up Mrs. Norris?" Sean pouted.

"Let's hurry up, the petrification time will not exceed three hours at most." Hermione reminded.

Sean took the key from Filch's back, opened the door of his bedroom, and found the key that said Archives Room in a long list of keys in the bedroom.After opening the door of the archive room, Sean asked Goyle and Crabbe to put the key back in order to prevent Filch from waking up early.

"In the few hours before dawn, the archives will belong to us." Xiao En said with a smile.

Sean and Draco successfully found the file of Abraxas Malfoy's year. According to the man, the man should be in the same class as Abraxas.

"This is the graduation album of my grandfather's class." Draco held a thick booklet and handed it to Sean like a treasure.

Sean hurriedly took it and flipped through the photos inside.

"Who are you looking for?" Draco looked at Sean strangely.Just now he was eagerly flipping through the booklet, but suddenly stopped, frowning and sitting on the ground.

"Torn off," Sean whispered.

If it could be an accident that the page introducing the Gunter family was torn off, then this time Sean can be sure that someone deliberately destroyed the clues he was looking for before him.

Sean threw the booklet in his hand to the ground in frustration, feeling a little irritable.

"How about..." Draco said tentatively, "I'll write a letter to my dad and ask if his grandpa has a graduation photo or something like that?"

Sean's dark eyes suddenly lit up: "Yes, why didn't I think of this! Draco, please."

The corner of Draco's mouth raised up uncontrollably, "Don't worry, leave it to me."

"How are you doing?" Sean said to Hermione, "It's getting late, we should go back."

"We're fine too," Harry said, putting his hands behind his back.

The next day, an angry Filch stayed in Dumbledore's headmaster's office for a whole morning holding Mrs. Norris, who was frightened and seemed panicked.During lunch, Dumbledore severely reprimanded the uncivilized behavior of attacking Filch and Mrs. Norris, and warned the prisoner to surrender himself as soon as possible.

"He'll never know," Draco said triumphantly.

Sean didn't talk to him, he looked at Dumbledore, and Dumbledore happened to look at Sean, and the old man's sharp eyes stared at Sean meaningfully.

Headmaster Dumbledore, this strange old man who showed too much attention and attention to him from the very beginning was the number one suspect in Sean's mind.

Every time he found any clues, someone would clear them up first, and just yesterday, he discovered that his magic history book had many details that were different from the well-known version, and the book just disappeared. In the dormitory, no matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find it.

"...Now, please continue to eat." Dumbledore finished his long speech at noon and sat back in the professor's chair.

Professor Snape looked at Sean, and nodded respectfully to him. Sean frowned slightly, and looked away.

Snape was also one of the objects of Sean's suspicion. Although Sean hadn't had much contact with Snape alone, he could clearly feel that Snape treated him favorably and had a different attitude.From his first day at school, Snape showed an eerie respect for him, which always baffled Sean.

When there was no class in the afternoon, Sean and Draco gave the written letter to the owl of the Malfoy family, and let the owl out on the top floor of Hogwarts Castle.

"Tomorrow at the earliest, and the day after tomorrow at the latest, my dad will reply." Draco said.

As soon as he finished speaking, the owl swirled in the air, and then fell straight to Draco's feet.

Sean raised his eyebrows and said, "It seems that this road is also blocked."

Helpless, Sean returned to the dormitory, took out the notebook again, and wrote with a quill: "I'm trapped in school."

"Someone wants to take me away." Such a sentence emerged in the notebook.

"Who?" Sean asked hastily.

"I don't know, I'm just a notebook, but someone is indeed searching for my tracks."

Sean remembered his missing wizarding history book and continued, "Do you know who came to my dorm yesterday?"

"I don't know, but there are indeed strangers who entered your dormitory. I was pressed under the pillow by you yesterday, and I couldn't see anything."

"I'll take you with me these days."

"Thank you," wrote the notebook. "What else would you like to see today?"

"Your posture is wrong." The man raised the boy's arm, his tall body almost enveloping the boy, "follow me and call on God to protect you."

The boy's throat trembled, and he read: "Call God to protect you."

"That's right." The man let go of the boy and said, "It's already very powerful for you to learn this spell at this age. You just need to train slowly with the correct posture and pronunciation. That's all for today's lesson."

"Uncle." The boy stopped the man who was about to leave, and said, "You should rest more recently."

The man glanced at the young man expressionlessly, and said lightly: "You are not qualified to ask me about my affairs, so take care of yourself first."

"Yes," said the boy, "I will try my best."

Unlike the castle of the Gaunt family, this building is far less splendid, but it is not lacking in luxury, and the scenery reveals delicacy everywhere.The courtyard was filled with people in black formal attire.

Sean followed the boy and the man to the house. An old man with red eyes approached the man respectfully and said, "Dear master, thank you for coming."

"Where is he?"

The old man's lips trembled, and he said with a crying voice: "In the bedroom."

The man ignored all the people with flattering smiles and walked towards the bedroom in the house.The boy followed the man all the time and stopped at the door of the bedroom.

Xiao En stood at the door with the young man and waited for a long time. The man finally came out. He held the door and slowly knelt down at the door.Seeing this, the old man who was waiting outside sat down on the ground with no image.

The boy knelt down in front of the man, and hugged the silently crying man in his arms.Sean looked at the bed in the house, and saw a strand of platinum-blond hair on the tight bed.

Sean suddenly felt unspeakable pain. He clutched his chest, and an inescapable sense of suffocation lingered around him like a shadow.

Sean unconsciously walked towards the bed that was close at hand, and the blurry but clear face gradually came into Sean's eyes, and Abraxas lay on the bed quietly without anger.

"Abu..." Sean moved his lips and said slowly.He touched his cheek, which was already full of tears.

Sean came to his senses, and found that the little flower snake was coiled around Sean's neck, twisting his body, and seemed to be comforting him.

"What's wrong with me?" Sean wiped his face with a paper, and said to himself puzzledly, "Why am I feeling so uncomfortable?"

At this time, it was getting late, but Sean didn't feel sleepy at all. He felt as if he had grasped something, and he continued to write in his notebook: "Tell me what happens next."

"What do you mean?" The young man broke into the man's study angrily, and asked loudly after changing his pretended meekness.

"As you can see, I am transferring the family property to you. Isn't this what you have always hoped for?"

"What I hope is to get your approval, what I hope is to defeat you! Not this... cheating victory!" The boy threw the document in his hand on the table in front of the man and shouted: "Take everything Where are you going after you give it to me?"

"I don't know, I haven't figured it out yet, maybe it's France, maybe it's the New World...I can go to all the places I've never been to."

The young man's face twitched, with bloodthirsty madness, "Abraxas Malfoy has been dead for so many years, and you still miss him, what an infatuation."

"He's your senior," the man stared at him with oppressive eyes, and said, "You'd better show some respect when you speak."

The young man's body trembled violently, he was extremely angry, but slowly laughed out.

"why are you laughing?"

The boy left the study without saying a word.

The man frowned, snapped his fingers, and said to Luo Ao who appeared behind him: "Follow me, and report back to me immediately if anything happens."

"Yes, Master."

Suddenly, the world turned around, and the solemn old castle became an ordinary cottage in the countryside. According to the standards of half a century ago, this house could be regarded as a wealthy family.

The steps, the windows, the grass, and the walls were all filled with shocking red. The young man stood at the gate holding his wand. Behind him were three bodies lying in a pool of blood.

"What did you do?!" the man roared angrily.

"It's just killing a few Muggles, what's the fuss?" The boy's cheeks were still stained with blood.

The man pushed the boy away and checked the three people who fell on the ground. The man had stopped breathing, but the woman and the young man beside him were still breathing weakly.

"Luo Ao, revive them, leave wounds, and erase memories."

"Yes, master." Luo Ao was different from other house-elves, he never talked much.

The man grabbed the young man's neck and said, "I misread you. I just think you are a little withdrawn and weird at most, but after all, you have such a good talent. As long as you receive higher education, you will definitely be able to get back on track. But I was wrong, you are a born devil!"

"Aren't you? The second-generation Dark Lord." The boy said, not to be outdone, staring at the man.

"I never kill people," said the man. "I'm not a good person, but I have a bottom line. I can sacrifice some things for what I want, but it doesn't include human life!"

"Damn him! This stupid man, his noisy wife, and that annoying son, they all deserve to die!" The young man's beautiful facial features twisted together, and he screamed sharply.

The man looked at him disappointedly, and said, "Tomorrow you leave for Germany."

"What do you mean?" The boy suddenly fell silent.

"I let you leave the UK and go to Germany. I will pay your tuition until you graduate. You will not inherit the Gunter family, but I will leave the money to you. Your skills are enough for you to live smoothly for the rest of your life. From then on From now on, never come back to England.”

"Are you going to abandon me?" the boy asked in disbelief.

"I'll let Luo Ao pack your luggage for you. I'll take care of the accommodation and transfer procedures for you. Don't worry."

"Wait! Wait... It's because I killed people, right? Listen to me, I don't want to kill them! I don't want to! But that man pointed at me and called me a bastard, so I..."

"Let's go, before you find this place." The man didn't listen to the boy's explanation.

"No, no, you can't do this to me!" The young man hugged the man's waist and cried, "Uncle! Uncle! Alris! You can't do this to me!"

Alris!

Sean opened his eyes abruptly.