[HP] bat

【Chapter 30】

"You don't know these things, do you?" Harry took out a lady's vanity mirror inlaid with pearls and small gemstones, a "B" looming in the thorn pattern on the back of the mirror, "I don't think Mr. Change your surname to Brauer, maybe even Black."

"Then sir, you can explain to me why things from my godfather's house came into your pocket." Harry pointed out here that he is also a member of the Black family, which gives him enough reason to take care of this matter Things, "Does my godfather still have the hobby of giving toilets to male colleagues? When did this start?"

Although the aggressive tone was scary, it convinced Mr. Thief that the person in front of him would not be a Death Eater, and they would not have much patience to extract a confession—the black curse had already swished over.But he also didn't believe that the person in front of him would be the savior.

Who doesn't know that the savior is just a kind Hogwarts student.

"They really deserve a good price." Harry also took out the Galleon from the bag, and Mundungus had a pained expression on his face.

"Sir, I don't know who you are," Mr. Thief didn't believe that the person in front of him was the savior, and thought he had met Heijidrink. "If you want, I can give you all the belongings in the bag. But please let me go after this." The value of force is not comparable to others, so the only way to avoid disaster is to give up money.

"No, no, Mr. Franky, I think you know who I am and why I'm here." Harry said very confidently, "You know this old house like you know your own back garden, and , you hate Kreacher like you hate an old wife who won't give you a drink."

"Merlin, if I'm not Harry Potter, how can I get here under the nose of Headmaster Dumbledore? I am, within the scope of the spell."

There was a smile on the corner of Harry's mouth when he said it, but such a smile made Mr. Thief on the ground shudder.Yes, the man in front of him was Harry Potter, but he was definitely not the usual savior.Until now, this person has been sitting on the sofa and talking as if drinking afternoon tea.

Such a savior made Monggertons afraid to treat him as a child.

"Mr. Potter," he thought for a while, and still used honorifics, with an unconcealable panic in his tone, "Then may you let me go if I return all my things?" He still hugged Said with a little luck.

"Oh - yes, sir, I'm joking, I should be punished if I do something wrong." Seeing that Harry's expression remained unchanged after his words, Mr. Thief quickly changed his mouth, "I will go to Mr. Black Talked to Mr. Dumbledore (let them come and collect what you don't know what it is)."

"No, I think as a member of this old house, I also have the right to deal with this matter." Harry finally came out from the sofa, "Don't worry, Mr. Franky, since I have already felt the changes you made Sincerity, then I believe that the people of the Black family can also feel it."

"Similarly, I believe that as long as you can do some small, simple things for me, no one will know what happened here today."

Hearing this, Mr. Thief's calf became weak. Do you think he doesn't know that only dead people don't tell others their secrets.He was about to run away just now, but now he found that even if that nasty house-elf Kreacher let him go, he could only maintain this posture and sit on the floor.

Mr. Thief's chubby body was shaking like a quail, ah, that devil king came over!

"In order to ensure that this relationship, which can barely be regarded as cooperation, will not be known by others as soon as it leaves the old house, a contract within a reasonable range, both parties can accept it." Harry motioned Kreacher to put this "Mr. Sitting on the Ground" help up.

Mundungus nodded quickly with difficulty, he could hear the danger in Harry's tone, he was afraid that he would be slow in agreeing, and the next moment his eyes and knees would say hello.It’s not that he’s not firm enough, as long as the other party is not a Death Eater, he’s not giving in—Mr. Thief comforted himself by thinking this way—he didn’t want to experience the fear and pain that appeared in his mind just now. It's over.

Harry was very satisfied with this gentleman's understanding of current affairs, and he directly signed a contract with this gentleman with his mental power.As early as when Kreacher wrote to him, he had thought that wizards like Franky would definitely be useful. Although they didn't have powerful rights or impressive money backgrounds, perhaps even their magical power could only be counted as moderate. But they can inquire about all kinds of news.

How could Harry let such a talent go.

"Trust me, you won't suffer." Seeing Kreacher put away the space bag that Harry handed him, Mundungus's heart was bleeding. There were more than just Black's things in it!But he didn't dare to say anything, the boy in front of him made him afraid from the bottom of his heart.

"You'll get what you deserve." Harry handed the other bag this time to the Mr. Thief who seemed to have seen a hundred bottles of fine vodka fly away.He motioned for him to open it.

Ah——, the golden Galleon in the bag dazzled Mr. Thief's eyes.The real Jin Gallon is like an apple in the Garden of Eden, this is a temptation he can't resist.

He looked at the "savior" in front of him in confusion, what on earth did he want to do? "That's just part of it."

Then, he was let go in a daze.

What is this?

He tried to tell this matter once, but even if he just faced the air, once he had such a thought in his heart, he would feel as painful as a woman coming to her aunt.

He didn't dare to try to touch the bottom line of this unknown spell. Although he can't remember all the contents of the contract now, he can think of the first and second articles-"Under the condition of abiding by the contract, do not harm Meng Dongus French" "Do no harm to members of the Order of the Phoenix, as long as the contract is obeyed"

Forget it, so be it.Mundungus thought so delusionally, and didn't dare to explore the secret of the savior anymore.All he had to do was finish what the young man entrusted to him.

But why should he inquire about Azkaban?Is this young man going to jailbreak?Mundungus was frightened by his brain power.

Merlin bless, this contract must be strong enough!It must be able to restrain that boy!

After Mr. Thief left, Harry also left Black's old house.Just before leaving, he deliberately stood in front of the window-like picture frame for a while.

It was still early, before the twins came back, enough time for him to go to Diagon Alley and enjoy a cup of warm magic coffee--warmth is what winter is all about.

Black's old house returned to its usual silence after Harry left.

I don't know how long it took, the picture frame covered by the black velvet cloth opened the cloth by itself, and the old lady, who can't stop abusing at ordinary times, sat gracefully on her chair, looking at the old lady seriously. Brilliant old Blake home.

No one knows what she is thinking.

Former glory?

She could remember every part of Black's house clearly without looking.The woman on the canvas let out an ambiguous laugh.

Sirius, the rebellious son, is actually the only one left in the once glorious family!She didn't believe that the Black family would regain its glory in the hands of this rebellious son.He entered that shameful Azkaban, and let the family property be peeped by others!He even brought back Potter's cub as the sole heir of the house!

This rebel!She gave him the brightest star in the family (the name Sirius), and how many great Sirius Blacks had brought glory to the family, but he had brought it to shame.

Knowing that Regulus might never come back, she knew that everything, everything, was gone from the Black family.Blake at his purest was ruined by the two children Blake had borne.As much as she missed her younger son, she hated her elder son as much—even if it was just a touch of soul, ten years of not seeing the sun had already suppressed the rationality in this soul to the deepest part.

She cursed everyone who stepped into the old house with the most vicious words, and watched with a kind of crazy sickness what her eldest son had suffered.These disgusting members of the Order of the Phoenix should all go to hell!

Until one day, that Nizi's godson went missing and was found again—how dare he enter Leier's room!But she couldn't get in, there wasn't a portrait in Rael's room, so she could only wait in the picture frame outside the door.She was going to roar at him with the craziest voice later!Then she found out that the kid seemed to have ruined one of Rael's things, and that dirty Kreacher was still there thanking him!Has this house-elf forgotten who his real owner is!

The little bastard was gone, but his spell made her shut up—how ​​dare he treat a nobleman like that!

Then she ordered Kreacher to report back to her, but the Black elf said that Master Rael had ordered it—not to mention anything about that to any of the Blacks.Leier was already the head of the family at that time, and her orders could not surpass him.Even so, she punished the disloyal house-elf severely.

By accident, Leier, the softness left in her heart, slowly aroused her reason.

She began to think and remember.

And just now, she listened to how the savior in the mouth of the crowd recovered the property belonging to the Black family from a thief's bag.She was surprised to find that the boy was not just what she knew.The means and strength he showed just now are enough to become a warmly entertained guest of the Black family.

As long as he can reproduce the glory of the Black family as he said, she will not be stingy with her efforts.

She is Walburga Black, always proud of the purest Black!

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Sirius: Huh—moon face, why do I have a bad feeling?

Lupine (gently): It's all right, it's just an illusion.

Sirius: Then you put down the black brick book in your hand that looks like my childhood bedtime reading "The Code of Nobility" and I believe it is an illusion!

The author has something to say:

The stupid author also wants SS and Harry to meet QAQ

Harry, wake up, don't plan to push the boss alone, where do you put the professor!

I would like to ask the professor: What do you think about this phenomenon of lack of energy?

Supplement: The aristocratic spirit comes first from cultural upbringing, resisting the temptation of materialism, and not taking pleasure as the purpose of life.The second is social responsibility, strict self-discipline, cherish honor, and assume social and national responsibilities.The third is a free soul, independent will, daring to say no to power and money.Moreover, it has intellectual and moral autonomy, can transcend fashion and trends, and is not enslaved by political power and the opinions of the majority.