Harder Aurora

"Did you post that letter?" He asked, tilting his head.

"No, is there a problem?"

Tom bit his lower lip lightly, "It suddenly occurred to me that some content might need to be revised."

☆, mysterious person

After Charles woke up again in the dormitory bed, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot. God is such a humorous old man. If you ask him what he thinks after seeing the Muggle blood test report, it is that his parents are really brave Big, no wonder you can get so much money out of a bunch of treacherous so-called celebrities.

So he should now figure out where the second son of the Cooper family came from?Does this affect his right to inherit property?You know, it was Louise, not Davis, who was infertile. What if they divorced later?What if Davis cheated?

Well, now that the point isn't some damn property, Charles regains his composure.A Death Eater with amnesia?As dangerous as it sounds, maybe he should find out who this damn uncle is first.

He immediately got up to wash up, put his schoolbag on his back and went straight to the library.

Charles remembered that there was a cabinet in the library dedicated to all the materials of that period of history, which was really convenient.

Fortunately, there were not many people, so he randomly picked up a lot of newspapers and flipped through them one by one.But Charles immediately realized that he was thinking too much. There were various reports about someone whose family was killed or a famous Death Eater who escaped from prison. Even a clearer photo was useless.Oh, that's not right, at least the batch of photos of the prison escape are quite clear, especially the way Bellatrix bared his teeth and claws, and the eyeballs seemed to fall out.

"This is really ugly," a voice exclaimed.

Charles turned his head sharply, almost breaking his neck, "Potter, why are you here?"

Seeing Albus Potter, Charles unexpectedly felt a little guilty.

"Please, I'm Ravenclaw, and the library is our home," said Albus sarcastically, "and I found out that James and his mates have cleaned up that hallway."

"That would be great." Charles smirked.

Albus pushed his newspaper away with a sneer, and took the empty seat next to Charles, "Is that so, or should I escape school for a few days first?"

"You're too humorous." Charles shook his head, decided to ignore this man, and continued to check his information.

"I'm not James," Albus couldn't help saying.

"Wrong, twins are 99% similar."

Albus took a deep breath, trying to resist the urge to draw out his wand to duel, "Okay, Mr. Walker, what can I do for you? You don't check the Death Eater information for no reason, do you? As far as I know, your homework can always Done with 'help' from Brown."

"I'm really not interested in the boring and childish acts of revenge between you brothers." Charles said slowly, "Can you rely on yourself? Be brave and rely on yourself like me." He tapped vigorously with his fingers Click on the Death Eater's sticking out tongue in the newspaper.

"For the sake of helping you skip class." Albus pulled out the newspaper in his hand, and selected a thin-looking book from the pile of materials——"Death Eater List", "This is The Order of the Phoenix organized it during the war, which is much more convenient than flipping through newspapers one by one.”

Charles pouted, and took the yellowed notebook, "Okay. If you see your father, remember to run faster."

Albus turned blue, "Are you a demon?"

"No." Charles replied briskly, "Wow, there are photos." He quickly flipped through the entire book, but found nothing.

"That's it?" Charles asked blankly.

"What are you looking for?" Albus asked back.

Charles turned it over again with a sullen face, and found that a few pages had been torn. Because of the age, there were only a few rough edges left in the pages.

Albus craned his neck and took a look, "Oh, some of them were rehabilitated after the war, Madam Pince probably tore that part off."

Charles sighed, he really needed help, but could Potter really be trusted?

"I'm in serious trouble, but I'm not sure who I can trust—I mean, who can absolutely keep a secret. The Slytherins will probably use this as a trick, and I have to be careful about them in the future Will not use this to tarnish my reputation in public."

"It might just be your dark mind." Albus commented honestly.

"I also thought about Egbert, an ordinary person with an ordinary background, very docile, and extremely easy to manipulate." Charles shrugged, "So I think it will scare him."

All of Albus's curiosity was piqued, and he leaned close to Charles suddenly, whispering in his ear, "Do you know about unbreakable vows?"

Charles' eyes widened. "Unbreakable—"

"Keep your voice down!" Albus immediately covered his mouth. "For Merlin's sake, don't let anyone know we're discussing this spell."

"Why? Could this be the legendary black magic?"

"If you break your oath, you die," said Albus.

Charles narrowed his eyes and looked the boy up and down. He really had no better choice, "I can think that you are inviting me to make an unbreakable vow with you?"

Albus sighed resignedly, "Ravenclaws have always been hopelessly curious."

"No," said Charles, "no spells are needed. Human nature is more reliable than magic."

"You must not tell anyone about me in any way."

Albus nodded solemnly, "I swear."

"Okay, then I'm going to say it." Charles cast several silencing spells around him, "I'm not my parents' child, my uncle is a Death Eater."

"...What Death Eaters?"

"My uncle!" Charles shouted a little out of control, "my Ashley Richard Cooper, who was said to be in a vegetable state due to a car accident and only recently woke up, is a goddamn Death Eater with a London accent! And I suspect that I have a real relationship with him!"

Albus said dryly, "It's not something I can understand."

"Thank you, I don't understand either." Charles said sarcastically.

Albus shook his head, trying to clear himself up, "Merlin's stinky underwear, I've never heard of a Death Eater making it to America."

"If the reporter knows what to write, the stock price of Dad's company will plummet, and Mom's business will plummet—"

"So, what does he look like?" Albus calmly stopped his infinite imagination.

"Blonde hair and blue eyes, a very pretty face, and an incredibly mean mouth."

"Blonde?" Albus raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, platinum blonde, like me." He pointed to his hair, which still shone brightly in the library's dim light.

"Want to tell the truth?" said Albus.

"what."

"I can only think of one surname for the platinum-haired Death Eater, but this is impossible." Albus paused, "Of course, an extremely rich pure-blood nobleman like Lucius Malfoy, I always thought he had at least a dozen illegitimate children."

"..." Charles also remembered, was he also said to be the illegitimate son of Lucius Malfoy, "Ohgod, fxxk."

"But we have no way of knowing how many illegitimate children old Mr. Malfoy has," Albus's emerald green eyes flashed strangely, "but there is a way for enough people to investigate Mr. Malfoy's private life at the same time." The truth.”, incidentally avenging Harry and Ginny’s classic front page for years.

A few days later, when many students in the auditorium got the latest "The Quibbler", the whole school exploded again.

"In the ancient and noble Malfoy family, each generation of patriarchs has countless mistresses, but we know very little about the rumors of illegitimate children. However, unlike Mr. Abraxas Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy is There have never been any rumors of mistresses, but recently, a mysterious person claimed that Mr. Malfoy had more than six illegitimate children, who had to be scattered all over the world because of fear of his wife Narcissa Black Malfoy's attitude—"

The more Charles looked at it, the more he admired it. In terms of insidiousness, he actually lost to Potter.

"According to the evidence provided by this mysterious man, in addition to the noble widow in Germany and the dragon-training witch in Algeria, Lucius Malfoy also had a brief love history with a French half-veela beauty in the past year," said the accompanying picture. It was an extremely blurry photo, and one could vaguely see the long-haired Malfoy hugging a slender girl tightly. "It is reported that this beautiful lady also works at the Ministry of Magic." Narcissa said expressionlessly. After reading the entire article, he handed it to his stunned husband with one hand with no expression on his face.

"This--what is this? Vicious slander! Disrespectful slander!" Lucius roared, "I will make Lovegood pay for it!"

"But there are photos here." Narcissa said calmly.

"Must be a shameless mischievous spell - I see, it must be Weasley!"

Narcissa sighed, "Look more clearly, Lucius, is this so-called French girl Miss Gabrielle Delacour."

However, although he lost in the aspect of insidiousness, in terms of magic, Charles thought he was more talented than Albus, and he was able to come up with the combination of Muggle picture synthesis and spells. He was a genius.

"Why this lady?"

Albus smiled. "Because she wanted to be my stepmother, and everyone thought she would be."

Charles was speechless, "I'm sorry, but you have been acting like you don't care about your parents' extremely failed marriage."

"No, you're right, I'm just 'a psychopath because I'm too pretentious to shout'. Didn't realize there was a snake in the sewer right under your feet when you and Stoker were slandering me Go to bed." Albus smiled even more happily, "Fuck Delacour, fuck Miss Slytherin, Ginny is my mother."

"Miss Slytherin?" Charles raised his eyebrows curiously.

"That's another story," Albus sighed, "but to thank you for your trust, I can also tell you a little bit about my secret. James and I discovered a Slytherin who had a crush on my dad many years ago, And my dad just happens to like her very much." As he said, he took his schoolbag and rummaged through it, "And I just had a fight with James in the morning and snatched his schoolbag—aha, that little boy The troll actually carried the diary with him."

Charles waited curiously for him to turn over the diary, while drinking water thirsty.

Albus said sarcastically, "James thinks she's Greengrass, but I don't think so. This beautiful cursive font doesn't seem to go well with that old girl who only follows old Malfoy to prepare documents."

As soon as Charles turned his head, he saw the gorgeous and neat calligraphy on the yellowed kraft paper.

"puff--"

Harry's Occlumency practice had to be interrupted once again, and the culprit was this letter lying innocently on the desk in his office.

In fact, he has received this letter for a few days, but he has not read it because of the Occlumency. He only remembered it when he returned to the Ministry of Magic. After reading it, he only felt a headache. He would rather go to the Wizengamot and The group of old men argued all day.

"Dear Papa

Although I was still very angry, I couldn't help but write this complaint letter.Maybe you don't know, Albus can't accept the fact of your divorce at all. He will always be a good boy in front of you, but he has been targeting me at school, and even mixed with Walker of Slytherin to skip class and conspired. teach me a lesson.And there is absolutely no way I can avoid this miserable situation, after all he has the Marauder's Map, and I bet the whole school of snakes are only obeying him now, I can't figure out why, his eyes sometimes turn red , like a snake.Besides, he's getting too close to Slytherin, which reminds me of your father saying that you were almost sorted into Slytherin once, and maybe Albus didn't find the house that really suited him.

Again, this is a complaint letter, I'm not apologizing for anything, and I don't want any damn talk, Albus needs talk more.

Your eyesight is really bad.

PS: I think Greengrass is a bit better than Delacour"

Harry exhaled, he didn't want to have any possible conversations with these two brats at all, and he didn't know what Greenglass had to do with him, did James like that kind of thing?No, doesn't James like boring little girls like Selwyn?Oh, he couldn't stand it, Ginny really knew better how to deal with these two little trolls.

As for the accusation of Slytherin House, it is even more ridiculous. He was almost assigned to Slytherin at that time because Voldemort's soul piece was in his head, how could Albus—

Harry froze. He sat up straight and studied the letter word by word.

"..all snakes obey him...the eyes are red like snakes...very Slytherin...", the pupils slowly dilated, Harry leaned back in the chair blankly, "...he is very close...he is very close . . . ”, he might have found the answer.

Albus is indeed very different from James in character, he is quieter, more silent, and sometimes even has a maturity that does not belong to a child, but has the nightmare that has followed him for many years found Albus again now?Whatever he wanted to do, he would die without hesitation in order to wipe out the soul piece in his brain, but he would never let Albus get hurt at all.

"Merlin—" He slowly lay down on the table, feeling vulnerable again for the first time in more than ten years.

"Mr. Potter!" The door was knocked open suddenly, Harry was startled, and immediately got up to put the letter away.

Gabriel's face was full of tears, and even her eyelashes were wet, and Veela's charm was even more obvious, "This is a terrible attack!" She choked up and handed "The Quibbler" to Harry, "Lovegood Why do you want to do this."

Harry was stunned speechless, "You—and Lucius?"

"No!" Gabriel screamed, "It must be fake, unless someone made Polyjuice Potion out of my hair!"

Harry rubbed his forehead with a headache, and took the magazine, "Lucius Malfoy's illegitimate son and mistress—Merlin! What the hell is this?"

"Yeah, what the hell is going on here." Another person broke into the office, and Lucius walked in extremely angrily. A small employee kept trying to stop him, but he couldn't stop at all, with an apologetic face.

"Mystery Man? Is it your bad taste, Potter? This clumsy divorce scene is really an insult to Gryffindor." Lucius sneered.

Gabriel's face immediately changed, and she looked at Harry incredulously.

"What, divorce?" Harry said amusedly, "Where did I get the engagement?"

"Who doesn't know that Delacour will be the next Mrs. Potter?" Lucius raised his chin mockingly.

"What?" Harry quickly looked at Gabriel's sad expression, and swallowed the rest of his words, "I don't know anything about it!"

"I'll give you one day," Lucius roared, "find out who did it and let him stop this senseless behavior! Otherwise, I can guarantee that you will use this method to destroy Delacour's reputation and successfully get rid of this The news about French magical creatures will spread throughout England!" He finished speaking in one breath, pulled out his wand and blew Harry's window, and strode out of the office with his head held high.

For a moment, the only sound left in the office was Gabriel sobbing.

"Merlin's mistress!" Harry burst out suddenly, and slumped back on his chair as if discouraged.

"Mr. Potter," Gabriel whispered, "do you really hate me so much?"

"What?" Harry looked up in a daze, "No, no, you're very good."

Gabriel's face immediately regained its radiance, as beautiful as an angel playing a harp in the temple, "Thank you, you are also very good."

Harry scratched his hair irritably, stood up and took the windbreaker, "I'll go find Luna."

"Okay." Gabriel agreed in a low voice, and couldn't help reaching out and pinching the palm of her boss when she handed over the windbreaker.

Harry paused, but did not refuse. Anyway, the well-educated Delacour is much better than the Greengrass shrew.

"Let's go together." He raised his hand and patted Gabriel's shoulder.He figured out how to post an impeccable reply, but then the entire wizarding community might really think that Delacour was the next Mrs. Potter.

Harry smiled wryly, since this is what everyone wanted, why not?It's just repeating what happened 13 years ago.

☆、If you don't break out in silence, you will perish in silence

Fortunately, Albus reacted quickly, otherwise the diary would have been sprayed wet by Charles. "What's wrong with you?" Albus stuffed the diary back into his bag in panic.

"It's okay, I'm choking." Charles lowered his head halfway, covered his mouth with one hand, and scattered bangs blocked his shocked eyes.

This textbook-level swashbuckling handwriting, he will never forget it after seeing it once.When was the last time I saw it, it seemed to be the signature of Ashley Richard Cooper discharged from the hospital?

"...cough cough cough" He really choked.

"Are you OK."

Charles waved his hand, "Ahem... tell me about this Miss Slytherin in detail?"

"No, let's not talk about that. I'll give you some tickets to the Quidditch World Cup." Albus pulled out some tickets as if he suddenly remembered something.

Charles held his breath, "Wait, can I bring my uncle too?"

"I'm not sure, actually," said Albus slowly, which meant his brain was racing, "but I think it's going to be very interesting."

"And will this interest affect my family's property status?"

Albus smiled. "As long as your parents don't know."

"I figured it out," Charles rubbed his hands excitedly, "I told my parents that I found an old friend who was an actor who pretended to be my uncle, and in order to avoid the confession, they should not come here, and only let Ai Li alone Come to England. But in fact he will watch a boring Quidditch World Cup. Although I feel that this behavior is dangerous and pointless, why do I want to do it?"

"You're just trying to mess with a poor amnesiac Death Eater just because he's been making you miserable these past few months," Albus pointed grimly.

"Exactly!" Charles yelled, "It's too detrimental to ask me to go to the cemetery to take pictures. I just realized it yesterday. He didn't say who his old classmate was at all, and he just said anything!"

"An interview with Rita Skeeter? Are you trying to trick me, Potter?" Lucius uncharacteristically covered his proud blonde hair with a hood, and even wore a It looks like a very evil mask, but the lower half of his face still fully reflects his anger.

"You're overthinking it." Harry said politely, "Also, would you mind taking the mask off? This is the Ministry of Magic, and everyone knows it's you."

"Thanks to Lovegood, now a bunch of reporters are digging through my past, trying to find those legendary illegitimate children!"

"Luna said that she didn't know who sent the letter. The concealment spell on it was so profound that it hid the owner's information so perfectly that I couldn't even extract the handwriting. But I found the letter between you and Gabriel. 'Photo'," Harry paused, the corners of Lucius' mouth twisted in disgust, it was a great insult to put him with a magical creature, "is a brand new spell, and Hermione thinks this spell It is inspired by Muggle technology, which is a very important clue."

"I think the answer is obvious, advanced magic, with Muggle knowledge, either you or a Mudblood." Lucius sneered.

Harry sighed, "Don't worry, they can't find any illegitimate children, and I don't think the purpose of the so-called mysterious man is to see how many illegitimate children you have." Lucius, as one of the most famous Death Eaters back then, One, coupled with the fact that the identity was completely washed after the war, will this matter be related to Voldemort's return?But Voldemort has never heard from Harry again, and Harry has a very bad association. If he was able to defeat Voldemort back then and the Dark Lord's arrogance is inseparable, then he has experienced one failure after another, and he will be more cautious and more cautious. Forbearance?

Potter had a serious problem, and Lucius knew it right away, and he dared to say that he knew Potter the best in the world.Of course he won't let anyone know this fact, it's too shameful, the thing more shameful than kissing a magical creature is getting to know Harry Potter.

"Aren't you afraid they'll dig up something?" Lucius sarcastically said, "For example, Director Potter's unknown relationship history."

Harry looked at him calmly, "Does your Dark Mark feel anything?"

The subject changed too quickly, and Lucius' plan to make Harry feel guilty again and starved for nightmares failed.He took off the mask casually, "The savior has started to save the world again?"

"It seems not." Harry waved his hand, "Help me Jolita Skeeter, please." Then he left Lucius' magnificent office.

Lucius glared fiercely at the door for a while, and then he wrote a letter, actually doing things for Potter, the shame of shame.

Before Skeeter could reply, Lucius received another letter from the minister's office, "The Wizarding Triwizard Tournament will be held ahead of time?!" Lucius almost screamed out.Kingsley Shacklebolt is indeed a lunatic, does he know that adjusting the time casually is a costly thing?Of course, lunatics have never understood money, so they are still poor.

He walked to the minister's office with a dark face. If Shacklebolt dared to say a word about money to him, he would dare to use black magic to blow up the Ministry of Magic.

However, he was in vain, and a group of disgruntled officials gathered at the door of the office. Granger and Potter were also there, and the two had worried faces.

Miss Secretary opened the door apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mr. Minister is in Durmstrang and will go to Beauxbatons later. If you want to find him, you have to wait for two weeks."

"So what should we do now? Can he change the time when he says it can be changed?" Lucius said with a dark face.

Granger also agreed, "It's true, there is not enough time to prepare."

The secretary was still very sorry and kept apologizing.

Harry didn't pay attention to their argument. He was attracted by a small piece of reflective material next to the Minister's office door, a small snake scale.

Harry's pupils constricted, and he put the scales into his pockets calmly, "In that case, please work hard for a while." Harry said gently.

The savior agreed, and the Ministry of Magic had no other opinions and dispersed one after another.Harry stayed alone, cast a confusion spell on the unsuspecting secretary, and walked cautiously into Kingsley Shacklebolt's office.

Kingsley's office looked very normal, with messy files and mountains of materials.Harry pulled out his wand, put the scales in his palm, "pointme"

The scales turned to ashes in the flames of the spell, and the wisp of light ash fell from his palm, and slid into a very ordinary-looking envelope on the ground.

Harry picked up the envelope. Inside was a piece of parchment, blank with a few snake scales on it.

What is even more frightening is that the paper quality of this letter is exactly the same as that used by the "mysterious man" who submitted the manuscript to "The Quibbler". Harry wondered if he should be grateful for that unique and smooth touch. He added expensive bespoke notebooks to Albus and James' Christmas presents.

Although there was no spell attached to the letter, Harry was still sure that Kingsley might be under some kind of control. Could it be the Imperius Curse?Since there are scales, can it be considered that the snake is used as a medium to carry the curse, but can this really be done?

Harry Potter is no longer the person who can dedicate everything including life to the world, at least he will never dedicate Albus. He knows that if anyone else finds out about this possibility, Albus may will be killed directly.He will solve the problem in his own way.

Harry also put the letter paper and envelope in his pocket. He didn't know the reason why Tom tried so hard to advance the Triwizard Tournament, but it would definitely not be the same as before.In this way, Kingsley is very dangerous, Harry will take the initiative in his own hands, and he will do everything possible to protect his children.

The Savior is also very proficient in using the Imperius Curse. Harry pulled the secretary over and asked softly, "Mr. Minister, will you still go to China to find fire dragons?"

"Yes." Miss Secretary replied in a hollow voice.

"Call the Patronus!" Harry wiped her memory and summoned his stag Patronus.

"Go to Miss Zhang Qiu, and ask her to let the fireball dragon attack Shakeel seriously. Go!" The translucent stag shone with a bright blue light, turned around happily, and jumped out of the office window. out.

Seeing Rita Skeeter again, Harry still wanted to kill this woman, especially her "wait a minute, I'll create a more genius rumor" expression, and that crazy shorthand The pen was actually replaced with a phoenix tail feather. I don't know where Rita got it. Harry highly suspected that it was stolen from Dumbledore's tomb.

"Harry Potter!" Rita screamed, "It feels like the last time I saw you was a lifetime ago! What a handsome man—" She habitually stretched out her hands with bright red nails, delusional Messed Harry's hair again.

Harry leaned back, dodging the pair of ghost claws, "This is a rare front page, I suggest you seize the opportunity."

"Okay, cough." Rita immediately sat back on the chair, her upper body was leaning against the round coffee table, her eyes rolled around behind the lens, "Then, Director Potter, tell me what you want to do this time." What was revealed?"

Harry took off his glasses and put them on slowly after wiping them for a while. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, "I believe you will be able to clear Miss Delacour and Mr. Malfoy."

Seen by those menacing green glasses, Rita felt inexplicably stressed. She was keenly aware of the silent threat, and smiled even sweeter, "Of course, my dear." I can't guarantee it for others.

"The rumor about Mr. Malfoy and Miss Delacour in The Quibbler is really a political attack on me."

Rita's eyebrows were raised high, and the shorthand pen was madly recording, and the long feathers flicked back and forth.

"Since I divorced Ginny, I am starting a new journey with Miss Delacour, and I am very sorry that someone with a heart will use this to tarnish Miss Delacour's reputation." Harry said without any psychological burden Said.

"It's really big news, Mr. Potter." Skeeter blushed with excitement, "So you admit that Miss Gabrielle Delacour will be the next Mrs. Potter?"

"I can't completely deny it, but we are indeed at a crossroads in our lives, and no one can say for sure what will happen in the future."

"Why do you think the rumors about Mr. Malfoy's illegitimate son and mistress became a sharp weapon against your career?" Rita pointed out sharply.

"Oh, this is really a troublesome matter. It involves another major event that has not been announced, that is, the Triwizard Tournament will be moved forward to next year. Mr. Malfoy, as the chairman of the Magic Trade Standards Association and the school director of Hogwarts, It is inextricably linked with my Law Enforcement Department, and disturbing him will naturally affect my work." Harry wanted to shoot himself to death just after speaking, this logic is too far-fetched.

However, Rita did not pay attention to the logical loopholes in his words, and her attention was completely taken away by the Triwizard Tournament, "The rescheduling of the Triwizard Tournament is a big deal! Who do you think caused this result, is Is Secretary Shacklebolt sniping at your future?"

Skeeter's ability to make up nonsense was completely beyond Harry's imagination. He twitched his face and put on a smiling expression, "Of course not, why do you think so? I believe Ms. Skeeter is absolutely No nonsense, especially when there are a lot of empty bottles of love potion in the back alley of the "Daily Prophet" newspaper office."

Rita's face immediately changed, she laughed dryly, "I used a love potion to seduce the young wizard—" She covered her mouth in horror.

Harry smiled happily, shaking the empty bottle of Veritaserum in his hand, "That's it, I believe Ms. Skeeter will be able to create a perfect front page, goodbye."

The development of the matter was not much different from Harry's expectation. Rita Skeeter didn't dare to scribble any more, and the "Daily Prophet" sold like crazy.Harry sighed, the newspaper was selling like crazy, and someone in the family was probably going crazy, James could say it, but Albus's current situation was not suitable for any further stimulation, in fact, Harry began to think that it was him and Kim Ni's failed marriage led to Albus being taken advantage of by Voldemort, otherwise why there was no sign of it ten years earlier.

Ginny opened a bottle of red wine and congratulated him with a smile, "A new journey, huh? Should I move back to the Burrow, Gabriel might be jealous."

Harry waved his scalp numbly, "Please, continue to live with me. I just want to clear up the scandal between her and Lucius."

"Even if it is, there's actually no need to go to this level." Ginny said softly.

"So what, the whole thing won't do any harm, and everyone will be satisfied except the sons." Harry took the red wine and took a big sip, "Of course, if you want to continue living with me, I I can't ask for it."

"But you don't like Gabrielle," said Ginny.

"Please, Ginny, we are all middle-aged." Harry seemed to be drunk, leaning happily on Ginny's body, obviously only had two sips of red wine.

Ginny threw him onto the sofa and frowned into his pupils, "What's wrong with you, is it the scar, or is the Occlumency defense starting to crumble?"

Our son is possessed, he is dangerous, Shacklebolt is possessed, things are messed up.Harry shouted silently, but on the surface he still looked quite normal, "It's nothing at all."

Ginny crossed her arms and snatched the red wine from him, "I understand, you're unhappy about being tied up with Gabriel."

"How could it be, you didn't see how happy Gabrielle was. Hermione and Ron were celebrating, and Mom Molly, did you see how happy she was?"

"No, this is an Occlumency problem. How many emotions have you hidden in your brain-all petrified!" Ginny suddenly pulled out her wand and turned Harry into a stone sculpture, "Wait a minute, I will find Sne Professor Pu will show you."

No!don't want!I don't want to see that old bat!Harry screamed with a broken heart, but he couldn't break free from the shackles of the spell. He could only watch Ginny walk into the fireplace unwillingly. Within a minute, she appeared with the snotlite with a dead face.

"Professor, there seems to be something wrong with Harry's mood. I suspect it's something wrong with his Occlumency, or Voldemort's influence on his scar?" Ginny lifted the spell and pulled Harry's wand away.

Snape looked at this deformed face with disgust, and said coldly, "I have already said that it is such a stupid act to abuse Occlumency. Potter finally started to go crazy?"

"I'm not crazy!" Harry yelled.

"Really." Snape smiled viciously, "or are you guilty of coaxing yet another poor woman into a marriage of the grave?"

Ginny covered her face helplessly, "...Merlin, Professor, please don't provoke him anymore, things are not what you think."

Snape said, "Not interested in knowing."

"I never said I was going to remarry, Gabriel and I were just friends, and James and Abu