Harder Aurora

"You're 12?" Connor said in shock.

Charles lazily rummaged through the pile of packages that Anne Bubaji threw in front of him with a black face early in the morning. They were nothing more than various expensive daily necessities and candies made by a world-renowned chef. He was pleasantly surprised to find that there were still A car key, the car key also comes with the driver's business card, and a large bag of Galleons that I don't know how to exchange for.

"Yeah, I'm older than you." Charles shrugged.

"What are you looking for?", Dominique asked.

"It is said that I have an uncle named Ashley Cooper, but there is nothing from him here."

"Haven't you never seen him before? Maybe he will show you face to face during the summer vacation." Dominique said indifferently.

"It makes sense, but the logic is a bit strange." Charles frowned.

Charles picked out a small bag of chocolates, "I heard that I can end the punishment early only if the showroom is cleaned up, right?" He shouted to Sterling who was not far from the long table.

"Yes, as long as you become a responsible house elf." Sterling said coldly.

Charles raised his eyebrows and swayed to Ravenclaw's long table with the chocolate.

"Egbert, this is to thank you for your help. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I would have messed up those precious historical materials." Charles said sincerely.

"What precious historical material?" Before Egbert could say anything, a Ravenclaw girl Charles didn't know asked.

"Oh! It's the precious materials accumulated in the showroom that no one knew about in the past thousand years. I also found a few photos of Harry Potter. Are you right, Egbert?"

Egbert: "..."

The Ravenclaws began chattering about the unknown historical treasures, and Charles sat back at the Slytherin table with a triumphant face.

Several first-year Slytherins looked at him adoringly.

Facts have proved that there are more Ravenclaws who came to "help" than he imagined. They took their notebooks and started the big project of finding Hogwarts secrets and historical traces of the wizarding world. Charles roughly estimated that at least More than 30 people.Egbert was helplessly pushed to the door, while Charles happily moved a small chair and sat on it to continue reading his brick-like book.

"What are you looking at?" Egbert gave up struggling and asked discouragedly.

Charles closed the book, revealing the gold-plated cover - The Compendium of Wizarding and American Wizarding Law.

"I had the impression that the library didn't have this book!"

"My mother sent it to me. I guess I got it from Mr. Brown. Jurisprudence is money, her wise words."

"Isn't the Muggle saying that knowledge is money?" Egbert smiled.

"In fact, technology is what really makes money—just like my father's business, but wizards probably don't know what science is." Charles said sarcastically.

"Speaking of wealth, most of the wealth of wizards comes from the accumulation of generations. Except for a few surnames, most of the ancient pure-blood families are very rich, such as the majority of people in Slytherin. However, it is precisely because of their wealth accumulation that the wizards war against the Dark Lord. Strong financial support."

Charles has no interest in the history of these wars that he sees as trivial, and he suspects that more people died in Britain in World War II than the total number of people involved in this so-called wizarding war.

"The difficulty is that there are no rich pure-blood families to support... er, the bright side?" He asked casually.

"It cannot be said that there is no such thing. In fact, if the Malfoy family hadn't changed their formation later, then the loss of the wizarding world would probably be even more unacceptable."

Malfoy again, "But I hear they don't support the Savior?"

Egbert blinked, "It's probably because old Malfoy blamed Mr. Potter for the death of his only son."

"It's a shame."

"There are regrettable tragedies in almost every family and if anyone has to be held accountable, it's definitely not Mr Porter."

It didn't take long for knowledge-hungry Ravenclaws to turn the magnificent junkyard into a small museum.

"Wow." Charles said with admiration.

Filch, who came to inspect the goods, was dumbfounded.

Time passed quickly. After the end of the semester, Charles bid farewell to his classmates and returned to the United States via the Ministry of Magic's Foreign Exchange Hall. The Walkers had been waiting outside the federal government building for quite some time in an extended black car.

He hugged his parents tightly, and began to talk about Hogwarts in the car, but Charles didn't know if he was being careless. He was sensitive to the fact that Davis and Louise seemed to be talking about something. worried.

"Speaking of birthday presents, I thought you would pick me up with uncle today." Charles said lazily lying in the back seat.

The Walkers were silent for a while, and Louise was about to say something when she was interrupted by her husband.

"This is what we have always wanted to tell you. Ashley is indeed your uncle," Davis paused uncomfortably, "but it is not convenient for him to come out. In a few days, I will make arrangements with your mother , and visit him again.”

Louise wiped the corners of her eyes and looked out the window without saying a word.

After returning to the mansion in Beverly Hills, Charles lay down on his beloved big bed and slept until midnight.

He stretched, and for some reason he suddenly wanted to go for a walk. He put on his coat, walked to the pool and squinted his eyes at the starry sky.

The collie Henry smelled the scent of the little master, and ran to him with a wagging tail, happily circling around.

Charles simply let him follow, pacing slowly.

Suddenly, he stopped and looked towards the master bedroom on the second floor.

The master bedroom has a whole side of floor-to-ceiling glass, facing the position where he was standing, and the light is still on inside.

Charles thought for a while, and took Henry to hide behind a bush, looking at the unobstructed master bedroom through the gaps in the branches.

Louise went to the French windows, she was wearing a silk nightgown, her face was in her hands, her shoulders were shaking, she was crying.

A pair of hands embraced her from behind, Davis said something to her sadly, she pushed her husband away and kept shaking her head.

They argued for a long time before the lights in the room went out.

Only then did Charles come out from behind the bushes, and said to Henry expressionlessly, "My dad won't cheat."

Davis did not cheat, they were as loving as ever, Charles tried to go to their door to eavesdrop, but they seemed to have reached a certain consensus since that day, and there was no quarrel anymore, as if that night was just an illusion of Charles.

A visit to the fabled uncle was also postponed, and they did not bring it up again until Charles had had a good fortnight.

"So, are we finally going to visit uncle today?" Charles asked casually, sitting in the back seat with his schoolbag in his arms.

"Yes, we haven't told you anything about him before, because..." Davis was silent for a while, and Louise sighed, "He's in Brooklyn now, you'll understand when you see him."

"...Isn't this difficulty a nursing home?" After arriving in Brooklyn, the car turned around and turned into the winding mountain road. It took a few hours to arrive at a hidden but elegant building. Charles looked at the entrance guard's sign and was surprised asked.

Guided by a female doctor in a meticulous white coat, they entered the building that looked like an expensive private sanatorium. They didn't see many patients, but each was accompanied by at least two nurses.

When they got out of the elevator, Charles found that this was the intensive care unit, and he seemed to understand why Louise never mentioned this younger brother.

"Mr. Cooper has been like this, without any sign of waking up." The female doctor said softly, as if afraid of waking up the unconscious patient.

Louise pulled Charles to the glass in the observation room, "Ashley is in a vegetable state."

A young man was lying quietly on the bed. He had the same platinum blonde hair as Louise, and his breathing mask almost blocked his entire face.

"...What caused it?" After being shocked, Charles raised his head and asked.

Louise paused, and quickly exchanged glances with Davis.

"It was a car accident," Davis stroked Charles' hair. "It was a very, very serious car accident. He has been sleeping since more than ten years ago."

"In addition to letting you see him this time, we are also planning to take him back to Los Angeles. The new hospital has already been contacted." Louise said softly.

"Mrs. Walker, the document is ready, please come and sign it." The female doctor appeared again and led Louise to the office to go through the formalities.

A nurse pushed a wheelchair, "Let me do it." Davis said, walking forward, and after the doctor transferred the infusion tube and various instruments, he lifted the man from the bed, His hands were as white as transparent, hanging down softly, and the blue blood vessels on the back of his hands were distinct.

"...they're not telling the truth..." the voice came again, chuckling viciously.

Charles swallowed hard, and only then did he see the face of his uncle. It was a very delicate and beautiful face, with closed eyes, long hair, light golden eyelashes resting softly on the eyelids, and lips completely It was pale, without any blood, Charles stayed for a while, and couldn't help reaching out to touch his face.

Cold as an ice cube.

Davis put him in the wheelchair, then took off his coat and draped it over him. "Let's go," he said.

A helicopter was parked on the lawn, and Louise was already waiting for them with the documents.

"We followed the plane, and the car has already arranged for someone to drive back." Louise said in a low voice.

Just as everyone was lifting his uncle onto the helicopter, a nurse pulled his hand up. He was so thin that the sleeves of his hospital gown slid down, revealing a white arm with a strange tattoo on it.

Before Charles could see clearly, the sleeve was pulled back.

He lay there lifeless as if dead.Charles thought silently.

Godric's Villa is as quiet as ever, "cracking", there is a strange noise from the deserted street at night, a tall man in a black windbreaker came out of the darkness, he didn't walk very fast, as if he was taking a leisurely walk .

When passing by a small cemetery, he stopped, looked at one of the white tombstones and nodded slightly, taking it as a greeting.A night cat resting on the tombstone was startled by him, and ran away with a "meow". Under the dim streetlights, the names engraved on it could be vaguely seen - Lily and James Potter.

In fact, Harry could have flooed directly from the Ministry of Magic to home, but he preferred to take a detour, Apparating to the intersection first, and then walking slowly home.This is a rare time for him to be alone, without busy official duties, without facing the doubts and puzzles of the twins, and can think about some things quietly.

Those nostalgic things that were once firmly locked in the depths of memory.

Or look back at your marriage to Ginny.For so many years, he has been trying to be a really good husband, but it is obvious that the savior can save the world, but he cannot save himself.In the end, Ginny was desperate, and the girl's love in her eyes was gradually replaced by polite care, and she chose to let him go free.

The funny thing was that Ginny even started trying to introduce him to friends, and they were all blond.Harry got a headache when he thought of this. His relatives and friends seemed to have a little misunderstanding about his preferences. Ron even asked him in a panic after drinking, "You don't like Lucius!" Leigh and Hermione beat him up together.

Thinking of Lucius Harry had another headache, and McGonagall wrote to him, saying that the school trustees hadn't approved the brooms used in the Quidditch competition at the college, and that the school didn't even Don't dare to let the children touch those old brooms again.McGonagall was probably counting on him to talk to Lucius, and it was probably hours of sarcasm, he sighed softly, standing in front of the off-white door, James and Albus probably had fallen asleep , the whole house was not lit.

Harry entered the door lightly, turned on the light in the living room, and found an envelope on the dining table, which had been opened.

He picked it up and washed it, and saw that it was sent by Ginny, and there was a heavy little thing inside, Harry poured it out as if with a premonition, it was Ginny's wedding ring.

What would James and Albus think when their mother sent back the wedding ring, Harry slumped on the sofa wearily, tomorrow, tomorrow he will make it clear.

☆、Shadows of the old days

The plan couldn't keep up with the change, and Harry was woken up before dawn, horrified to find Hermione in his house.

"Hermione!" Harry tried in vain to straighten his messy sleeping hair, "Why did you suddenly appear?"

The witch with long brown curly hair rolled her eyes, "It was agreed that I would take James and Albus to the football game today, you won't forget it, right?"

Harry covered his face with the fabric pillow of the sofa, and said desperately, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault—"

"Half an hour!" roared Hermione, "I'll wake James and Albus up and leave in half an hour!"

To Harry's surprise, both boys were shockingly silent, James rolled his eyes slightly to the table, and immediately spoke to Hermione as if nothing had happened, and Albus looked more normal , as always read with a book.Looks like we're on the same page, Harry thought to himself, let's just pretend nothing happened!

The Quidditch World Cup has not yet been held, and now there are only some local competitions for finalists, so the venue is far from the grand and spectacular one that Harry went to back then.The Ministry of Magic arranged the best box for them. Harry held the door and carefully looked around. This was his habit for many years, after all, danger could happen at any time.

"Lucius isn't here," Hermione said casually.

"Cough!" Harry nearly choked on his own saliva, "I didn't—"

"Oh, Harry, I didn't say you wanted to see him, but Ron and I don't think it's okay for you to go on like this." Hermione narrowed her eyes, studying his expression back and forth.

Harry suddenly understood something, and he also squinted his emerald green eyes like Hermione, "Why isn't Ron here."

Hermione coughed twice in embarrassment, "Your mental state really worries us a lot, maybe you can try to focus on other things, Harry?"

Harry crossed his arms over his chest and said defensively, "My focus is on work, and of course James and Albus, that's enough."

"What do you think of Luna?" Hermione suddenly changed the subject, and Harry looked blank.

"what?"

"Luna!", Hermione emphasized again, "and she's blonde, light blonde..."

Harry took two steps back as if stuck, "I'm not - I'm not - Merlin! Would you be okay with Charlie or Percy?"

Hermione frowned as if disgusted, "Um, no...but it's different...."

"What's the difference?" Harry couldn't help but laugh.

"Hi, Harry, and Hermione." A dreamy voice sounded, Harry and Hermione turned around together, and Luna Lovegood appeared at the door, followed by two people who just ran out to buy binoculars Little Porter.

Merlin, what did they hear, it was so embarrassing, Harry wished there were a few fleeing Death Eaters right now.

The magnificent manor ushered in an unexpected visitor today. A tall, thin, red-haired man was sitting on the sofa very stiffly and uncomfortable, while making the last effort, "...So, that's how things are, Malfoy."

Lucius sat coldly opposite Ron, holding the snake wand in one hand, and casually resting the other hand on the wand. Ron was quite sure that the other party wanted to kill him immediately.

"I've already said," the blond-haired nobleman also dragged his voice, his voice seemed to be soaked in ice water, "I don't know about fire dragon smuggling, and as I remember, you don't seem to be in charge of this aspect."

"Why isn't it under my control?! I'm Captain Oro, and I'm responsible for investigating all criminal activities within my jurisdiction..." Ron started talking again.

"My partner asked me to go to the game today for a detailed discussion, and now nearly an hour has passed. If there is any loss, you must be fully responsible for it." Lucius paused, and then said contemptuously, "That is, lose money."

Ron gasped. It was the Galleon in his pocket. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief and stood up quickly, "If that's the case, then don't bother me. Goodbye."

Lucius sneered, stroking the snake staff inlaid with gems, "No."

"Lucius," Narcissa, who hadn't appeared just now, came downstairs after Weasley left, and she looked at her husband disapprovingly, "Obviously they are looking for a new partner for Potter, I'm afraid you will mess up if you see it." destroy."

Lucius stood up slowly while supporting the staff, his long platinum hair swayed gently with his movements, he was no longer young, the damage to his body caused by his life as a Death Eater more than ten years ago was devastating of.In the face of his wife's accusation that hardly left a trace, he did not comment too much, but said lightly, "He can never forget Draco.".

Narcissa's eyelids drooped sadly, and she sighed softly.

Regarding the matter of finding a partner for Harry, Ron was very resistant at the beginning. Merlin is above all, and Ginny is his favorite sister. What is the difference between this and betraying Ginny?What's more, Harry and Ginny's marriage is very important, representing the most unbreakable alliance of the Weasley family to the Savior after the war, maybe Weasley is not rich, but their sacrifice in the war and in the Order of the Phoenix His prestige made this surname very popular.Yes, the reckless and impulsive Gryffindor also learned to analyze the pros and cons. Time flies so fast.

Later, it was Ginny who talked with him earnestly for a long time, and he remembered that when his little sister talked about this failed marriage, there was no sad look on her face, and even some pity.

"He's calling his name even in his dreams." Ginny smiled wryly and took another handful of chips.

"Harry thought I didn't know anything, yes, he is indeed a perfect husband, so what." Ginny complained to the dearest brother while eating Muggle junk food, " Just hide people’s photos like treasures, and I bought a Muggle astronomical telescope a long time ago, so I ran to the garden to look for Draco when I couldn’t sleep at night.”

Ron was stunned, "It's been so many years..."

"Yeah, it's been so many years. If Harry is that kind of playboy, I can feel better, after all, we never asked each other to be faithful to this marriage." Ginny took a sip of Coke, and spread her hands to her brother helplessly. , "Of course I don't mean to blame Harry, he tried his best, he didn't mean it. However, James and Albus are both so old, maybe I finally have the opportunity to try another life?"

Ron was silent. No one was really at fault. This marriage was the best solution to the chaotic situation after the war after the superposition of countless tragedies.

"Actually, it's me who hurts me the most." Ginny's voice began to drop, as if sand had blown into her eyes, and she wiped her eyes with her sleeve helplessly, "This matter is only mine. I know Harry well, but you are his best friend, if I leave, I hope you can still support him fully, Harry has done nothing wrong, I need your promise, Ron."

"I will always stand by his side.", no matter in the past, present, or future.

The red-haired beautiful witch laughed at herself, "At that time, I knew Harry didn't like me, and I married him without hesitation, but we didn't have any...intimacy after marriage." She looked blankly at the Muggle Street, "So, I think a kid can impress me."

Ron leaned back in the chair slowly, and he had a premonition that what Ginny said next would be something he would never forget for the rest of his life.

"I sneaked into Malfoy Manor, found a piece of Draco Malfoy's hair, and then bought a bottle of Polyjuice Potion in Flip Corner Alley." After the war, both Narcissa and Lucius were controlled in Wesson Gamo, the magical defenses of Malfoy Manor were almost destroyed by Voldemort and Auror, and it was a breeze to enter that dilapidated place during that time.

"When he sobered up the next day, he collapsed on the spot."

"You—" Ron wanted to say something, but he couldn't continue. He just stood up helplessly, not daring to look at his beloved sister again, and stumbled into the Muggle-busy streets.

After escaping from Malfoy Manor, where the air pressure was extremely low, Ron had time to take out the feverish Galleon to check. There was only a short line on it, "Failed again.".

Finding someone for Harry is not an easy task. Of course, it took them more than ten years to climb to where they are in the Ministry of Magic today. Even if Harry is really obsessed and really with Lucius what people will say.Thinking of this, Ron shuddered. It was just for example, Narcissa Malfoy is a gentle and kind person—ah bah, that's not the point. He began to regret why he came up with this strange idea, and he probably would do it in the next few weeks nightmare.

Harry isn't the type to dwell on the past, and he's put a lot of effort into his relationship with Ginny, even though it turns out to be futile.He will always keep the dead in his heart, just like his parents, Sirius, Dumbledore, Lupine...but maybe love and family affection are always different. Love is selfish and belongs to the most private part of the heart , People will always leave the leader, but they cannot lose their bones and flesh.

The air in the box was almost stagnant, Harry and Hermione looked at each other, James and Albus looked suspiciously blank, but fortunately Luna was no longer the crazy girl she used to be, she smiled slightly, and began to chat with the two boys about the various clubs in Europe. team.

"I'm sorry I'm late, there's a fire dragon smuggling case..." Ron, who arrived in a hurry, exchanged glances with Hermione as soon as he entered the door, explaining the reason for being late with loopholes, Harry turned over Rolling eyes, pretending not to know anything.

In fact, James and Albus didn't hear much, only heard "Luna—golden—" and so on, but the intention was obvious. These two elders they respected most were bringing their father and Luna together. Auntie, Albus is okay, James put on a straight face on the spot.

"Ummmm, I know, can I sit down now?" Harry interrupted Ron's chatter, and raised his forehead.

"There's no one else." Harry looked around the corridor jokingly.

"No, no, go in quickly—" Ron and Hermione tried to pull their old friend in together, and then found a light golden shadow passing by at the end of the corridor in despair.

Director Potter immediately narrowed his eyes, "Hogwarts' broom, right? Wait for me." Then he followed the figure with strides.

Sure enough, Hermione and Ron looked at each other in distress.

"Where's Dad? Where is he going?" James asked suddenly.

"Working hard so that you can play Quidditch in your second year."

Harry stopped in front of the box, and after some mental preparation, he bravely knocked on the door.

"Who?"

"Harry Potter."

The door was pulled open immediately, and a slightly overweight middle-aged wizard looked at him in shock, "Merlin! It's really Mr. Potter! Please come in, please come in!"

Harry shook his hand politely, and the wizard nearly fainted with happiness.

Lucius sat motionless on a gorgeous armchair, looking at him in disgust.

"Stop your flattering expression, Selwyn. Director Potter, if you still have eyes, you should be able to tell that we have something important to do." Lucius said coldly.

"Selwyn? You must be Amber Selwyn's father. James wrote to me and told me." Harry said gently.

"Yes yes, hahaha..."

"I've warned Weasley this morning, Potter, if there's anything wrong with this cooperation—" Lucius was interrupted before he could finish.

"It's easy to say, I agree, let's sign the terms!" Mr. Selwyn blushed with excitement, and raised his hand to ask the assistant to hand over a document to Lucius.

Lucius choked, and signed the document with a dark face.

"Is there anything I can do for you, Mr. Potter? Is there any idea of ​​getting Amber and James engaged? I have no problem at all!" Selwyn rubbed his hands, and his assistant immediately took out a piece of parchment and started Draw up the terms.

"No!" Harry screamed, and Lucius' mocking eyes made his hair stand on end, "Actually, I'm here to find Lucius."

"I don't remember that we are familiar enough to call Christian names." Lucius glared at him coldly.

"I don't remember us getting close enough to call each other by Christian names, Potter." The blond boy squinted his gray-blue eyes, looking very unhappy.

Harry blinked and came back to reality, ignoring Lucius' dissatisfaction, "It's about all the brooms at Hogwarts being replaced."

"Director Porter has been unreal for many years. Do you know how much money is involved? Where do you think the money should be drawn from?"

There is not much fee at all, Harry swears, the Ministry of Magic's annual appropriation is more than enough, just waiting for your signature.

"Funds are easy to talk about," Selwyn said with a chuckle, "I can fully support it."

"Are you stupid, Selwyn? Only the school board can make this decision." Lucius said displeased.

Mr. Selwyn just looked at Harry with a grin.

The old fox wanted to become one of the school managers of Hogwarts, Harry smirked, "In theory, if Mr. Selwyn wants to help the school through the difficulties, he can directly make a donation to the Ministry of Magic, but this will save time. It will be very long. If you apply to become a school manager for financial support, you only need to get 70% of the current school managers, as well as the signatures of the principal and ministers, and the time required is greatly reduced..."

"Greengrass," Lucius yelled suddenly, and a witch who had been standing in the shadows that Harry hadn't noticed just now came out, and it turned out to be Astoria, "Bring it."

Astoria glanced at Mr. Selwyn contemptuously, and took out the parchment.

Lucius finally condescended to sign his glittering name on it, and Harry secretly gave Mr. Selwyn a thumbs up, even though he looked very disappointed now.

"If there is nothing else, I won't bother you two to continue discussing the marriage." Lucius said eccentrically, leading Astoria out of the box with his head up, leaving Harry and Selwyn staring at each other. Eye.

"Then, about the marriage, Mr. Potter..." Selwyn asked in a low voice.

"Let's talk about it." Harry complained and refused to give up. If he really promised something, James would hate him for the rest of his life.

Serwyn was only momentarily disappointed, but after rolling his eyes a few times, he began to smile again.

☆、Five times the person Harry cared about was killed by Avada in front of him

There are not many people in this world who can stop Charles, at least Davis and Louise are not on this list.Before the age of four, apart from those quirks, as long as it was something he wanted to get at home, there was nothing he could not succeed in, no matter where his nanny Sophie put all kinds of desserts and snacks, whether it was a 1.8-meter-high cupboard or a Locked in the safe, she would always break down in the end and find that the young master was eating happily in the crib with chocolates in his hands.Once Davis brought back the company's newly developed infrared camera, but the camera would always fail for no reason, and nothing could be captured, so the good project was put on hold.

A little older, the little rich second generation finally went to school to study, the course is not difficult for Charles, but children don't like to study, so every time in the exam, there will always be an evil wind that knocks No.1 The paper blew onto his desk.Later, it evolved to go directly into the teacher's office to change grades. No locks would work. It was like entering a no-man's land. The teacher later simply called the police. They were all lost, and the school later lost a large sum of money.

Taking advantage of the absence of these two busy people, Charles decided to dig through the drawers of his parents openly. What kind of vegetable, what kind of uncle, what kind of car accident, if he believed it, he would not be Slytherin.

Both the office room and the study room were locked. They had never been locked like this before, which further proved that there was a ghost inside.

Charles thought for a while and decided to pull out his wand. The British Ministry of Magic couldn't detect the use of magic by foreign underage students, and the US Ministry of Magic would not test non-local students. He was taking advantage of a loophole.

"Alahoo hole is open", the door opened in response, without any effort.

However, how to search for the target documents is a big project. Fortunately, as a lawyer, Louise has a very common problem, that is, obsessive-compulsive disorder. She will definitely put things in different categories, especially such important documents.The most important documents must be in the most convenient place, such as case files, financial materials, and medical documents, which are usually useless but very important. They must be placed-I found it!

Charles raised the corner of his mouth triumphantly, took out a large stack of papers from the hidden compartment of the bookcase, spread them on the desk, and slowly flipped through them leisurely.

"Admitted to the hospital in 1998, multiple blunt trauma, severe chest trauma..." It is indeed an injury that can be caused by a car accident, but why is it a bit weird, Charles thought to himself.

"...the body is unconscious, unconscious, unable to breathe spontaneously, the electroencephalogram shows a straight line, suspected of brain death...no acute injury or disease for PVS...suspected sudden cardiac arrest..."

"It seems to make sense too?" Charles murmured.

However, the next piece of material left him speechless in shock, with cold sweat all over his back.

"...Admitted to the hospital in 1998, with an immature bone age of 6 months, hypoglycemia and shock symptoms...", Charles half-opened his mouth. There was no patient name in these two medical records, but he knew who he was talking about.

The next one clearly stated the patient's name, "...1996...Louis Alex Cooper Walker...hypogonadism..."

Charles froze for a moment, and quickly put everything in place until it looked flawless.

For dinner, Charles was taken to a restaurant in the city center by the driver. During the dinner, the Walkers kept talking and laughing, looking like a normal family.Charles occasionally answered questions, but spent most of his time observing his mother's face probing.

"...Charles? Are you okay?", noticing her son's unusual gaze, Louise asked worriedly.

"Oh, it's okay, it's just that school is about to start, and I miss you a little bit." Charles said reservedly.

Sure enough, his parents' eyes were red immediately, and Davis squeezed his wife's shoulder comfortingly.

A dark red shadow flashed across the emerald green eyes, but no one noticed, including the owner of the eyes.

"By the way, Professor Bubaji said that the previous medicine can no longer be taken. What's the matter? Is there something wrong with the previous medicine?" In order to change the topic and ease his wife's sad mood, Davis asked Charles with concern. health problems.

Charles shrugged and continued to eat his blueberry creme brulee, "I don't know, it feels the same as the school potion, let's have a look."

"Do you want to see a private doctor again?" Louise frowned.

"No, I feel pretty good recently." Charles lowered his head, and the Walkers couldn't see his expression. They could only see the teenager's pink lips slightly curled up, as if he was smiling.

"That's good, do you remember when you were a child?" Davis smiled as if remembering something, "You were only 2 or 3 years old at that time, and you often appeared at the end of my bed with your mother in the middle of the night, Louis Si is going to be terrified!"

Only a small group of blond-haired babies is the most beloved treasure of the Walker couple. Unfortunately, little Charles had a strange problem when he was a child, and strange things would always happen around him, especially sleepwalking.think of dream