Harder Aurora

, and slowly wrote up.

"...Would you mind explaining your weird behavior and state?" Albus finally couldn't help it, and snatched the pen from his hand.

James stayed for a while, snatched the pen back, and said to Albus with a pale face, "Why, can't it be a man who wrote this diary?"

Albus opened his mouth half-open, unable to utter a word.

James quickly imitated the diary's handwriting, finished the note, and then drew his wand to burn the original note to ashes.

"My brain is no worse than yours. Blonde, wizard, Slytherin, dead, Greengrass' fiancé, it's not hard to guess." James said quickly, and then used the copying charm to turn the note into a big pile The same note.

Albus finally found his tongue, "So, what do you want."

James stared at the pile of papers in bewilderment, and then destroyed them all, leaving only one, neatly placed on the table.

"You will be found by Daddy." Albus drew out his wand and added a few more concealment spells to it.

"To be honest, I'm a little nervous." James swallowed hard.

"Get out the Invisibility Cloak," said Albus calmly.

After the two of them hid under the invisibility cloak, they left the box and hid at a corner of the stairs while there was no one in the corridor.

Charles also got into trouble. He underestimated the flow of people in the arena and his uncle's ability to cause trouble. The two were rushed by the crowd at the intersection and separated.

"Damn it," Charles yelled, "don't run around!", and got a lot of blank stares.

It's just that, beyond Charles' imagination, Ashley did it on purpose. The information he got from chatting with Charles classmate just now was very rich, and that sinister nephew spent most of the time not knowing what to think, and didn't pay attention to their thoughts at all. Greetings.

"What a handsome young man, you must look a lot like your father." Ashley still remembered him pretending to ask casually.

And that kid obviously likes this kind of thing very much. Although there is a secret in the eyes rolling around, it is not important.

"Yes, everyone says we are very much like Dad."

"Ah, you still have a brother? Why didn't he come together, is he with mom and dad?" He said softly.

Albus got a weird look on his face, one of those embarrassment mixed with anger he'd seen a lot on the faces of Louise's clients' kids.

He let out an apologetic "ah", "I'm sorry."

"It doesn't matter," Albus's eyes unconsciously glanced at his left hand, and then moved away immediately, "I just hope he can choose his stepmother well."

"He's going to get married again?" Ashley said in surprise, his eyes were wide open, and Albus could see the gray-blue luster through the goblin mask.

The question was so prickly that Albus decided not to speak.

The answer is very simple, an acquaintance of Charles, planning a second marriage, a bunch of children, and most importantly, black hair and green eyes.

The goblin mask Charles made for him was so generic that the people around him didn't notice him at all.Strange to say, Ashley is far from the initial panic, but more and more comfortable, much more comfortable than on the streets of the United States.Maybe Charles is right, he was originally a member of this different world, and that kid finally told the truth.

Albus Potter's father is a high-ranking official of the Ministry of Magic, and the gathering places of high-ranking officials are always more conspicuous. He didn't intend to attract anyone's attention, let alone wait for his nephew to point him to someone casually, saying that it was him Ex-boyfriend.Ashley sincerely grieves that his sister's IQ cannot be effectively inherited for Charles's long-term behavior of playing him as an idiot.

"—Welcome to the England team! The captain and seeker of the England team, Ginny Weasley, is the first to enter the game! He is also Harry Potter's ex-wife—" The excited commentator fell silent for a moment, and another The female voice continued, "Ms. Weasley is a very good seeker, and I hope that she will have a wonderful performance in the next match against the Bulgarian team!"

Ashley paused, his nerves scratched like a feather, like a lost deep-diving explorer who found a guiding rope, "Potter, Albus' father."

Just at a corner, he collided with a tall man. Although he always walked lazily, the man was obviously very anxious, so that he knocked him to the ground.

"You—" Ashley was about to insult the other party, but his voice was cut off suddenly.

Harry exploded when he saw the note. He didn't have time to think about why the two sons were not in the box. He just wanted to cast a hundred hexes on the person who made this prank. Not many people are familiar with this font. Lucius is not so boring, it must be that vicious woman of Greengrass.

Holding the note in his hand, he went down two flights of stairs when he bumped into a man wearing a Muggle hoodie and a goblin mask. Wizards working in London.

"Oh! I'm sorry!" Harry hurriedly helped him up, "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

The other party covered his mouth with one hand and coughed, and waved the other hand in understanding.

"The game is about to start, which box are you in—" Harry habitually asked kindly.

"father!"

Harry froze for a moment, seeing Albus appear out of nowhere.

"Mr. Cooper, this is my father." Albus ran over quickly, took Ellie's left hand and walked away a few steps, "Dad, this is Walker's uncle, let me take him back to the box."

Harry nodded friendly, taking it as a greeting, and then continued to walk away in a hurry.

"What a coincidence." Albus whispered, "Mr. Cooper, are you lost?"

But Mr. Cooper's reaction was obviously not right, his left hand was trembling slightly.

"Are you okay?" Albus started to worry, and killed Charles a hundred times in his heart, it's irresponsible to leave a poor man lost in this kind of place.

Charles didn't know how many times he had been criticized. In fact, he was going crazy. He seemed to smell a conspiracy.Yes, what was lost, he suspected that his uncle did it on purpose, and now he only hoped that his left arm would not be seen, otherwise he would have to run away alone.

After figuring out that Ashley did it on purpose, Charles was not in a hurry to find it, and wandered back to the box slowly, anyway, he would find it by himself.

Sure enough, after the Bulgarian team had finished playing, there was a sound from the door of the box.

"I got lost, but fortunately Albus brought me back." Ashley said, and Albus followed, eyes full of condemnation.

"It's obvious that you want to go around by yourself, but you want me to take the blame." Charles said.

"It's your fault anyway, you know it," Albus cried, gesturing at Ashley's arm where he couldn't see it.

Charles surrendered, "Well, I'm sorry. My dear uncle, sit down and don't get tired."

Ashley sat on the chair in silence, and after Albus ran away, he couldn't help taking off his hat and mask, revealing that young and beautiful face.

Charles sensitively sensed that the uncle's expression was wrong, "Where did you go just now?"

Ashley's eyes silently passed over the people flying around in mid-air, and his eyes fell on the box of a senior official of the Ministry of Magic a few hundred meters away.

"Harry, where are you going?" Hermione, who was pregnant, happened to meet Harry and asked with a frown.After fighting with Ron a few times, she was horrified to find that the best time for surgery had passed, so she could only grit her teeth and wait with Ron for the birth of Ross Weasley.

Seeing it was her, Harry immediately slowed down, afraid of bumping into her, "Oh, it's nothing, just looking for someone to settle accounts. Where is Ron?" He took advantage of the situation to hide his hand holding the note behind his back.

"You reminded me." Hermione's expression immediately turned ferocious, "Take your time." After saying that, she left angrily, and Harry mourned Ron in advance.

Harry walked to the door of Lucius's box familiarly, and drew out his wand, "Arajo hole!"

The door opened in response, Lucius sat upright on the chair, showing a pair of eyes from the document in his hand, "Get out."

"Greenglass!" Harry yelled.

"Why are you crazy?" Lucius hissed, "She's not here, she probably went to a duel with your fiancée!"

Harry took a few steps back and forth irritably, then turned around and threw the note in Lucius's hand, "Look for yourself, please help me and beg her, don't do this kind of trick again."

Lucius opened it, and his face became even darker, "Although I was also shocked, I was more shocked because of your IQ. Look at these inks, they are cheap and inferior Muggle products, Greenglass Only use premium ink from the Winfell Wizard's shop!"

Harry froze, and James under the cloak was frightened into a cold sweat.

Lucius flipped through the note with a sneer, "There are a few harmless black magic on it, which can hide the source of the note-Curse Listop." The note lightened slightly, and then a name appeared on the top — Albus Potter.

"I really don't know how you got into this position, but you should probably worry about other things now. By the way, let your son stop this game of imitating my son's handwriting, if you still have any conscience—" Lucius growled, then swung his wand, and the door slammed shut in front of Harry with a loud bang.

Ashley watched the game blankly for a while, and seemed to be back to normal, and began to ask Charles to introduce him in great detail about what Quidditch is and who the players are in the game. The person who said it was very painful, and no one seemed to listen. Listen carefully.

Charles couldn't help it, "I don't want to talk about it, you're not interested anyway."

"Who said I'm not interested."

"Your face," Charles narrowed his eyes, "you're just trying to say something."

Ashley raised an eyebrow and said lazily, "I haven't."

"So, what did you do just now?" Charles didn't believe it at all.

"It's really just lost, I can swear to the American flag." He smirked and put his hand on his heart, but his expression suddenly froze.

Charles: "?"

Ashley touched his neck and chest with both hands, but found nothing.

"Jesus' stinky sock, the ring fell off."

Hermione was full of anger. She had been in an angry and aggressive state at any time since she was pregnant. She found Ron who was patrolling in the corridor near the Ministry of Magic's senior official box, and she slapped him.

"Why don't you respond to my Galleon!" Hermione took out a seemingly ordinary gold Galleon, but it was actually their private communication tool. It was modified from the communication Galleon in fifth grade, which can convey more information .

"Hey!" Ron covered the place where he was beaten angrily, "I want to check, but I really didn't notice!"

"Fart! You did it on purpose, in order to continue to impress me!" Hermione screamed.

Ron stepped back in surrender, "Yes, yes, yes, my fault, I apologize." Then, his feet slipped and he fell to the ground with his face up.

Hermione was taken aback, and she was stunned for a while before she realized that she helped her husband who had fallen miserably, "Oh—are you okay, did you break your brain?"

"No..." Ron muttered in pain, the back of his head was still hurting a little, "What is this, it slipped just now." He took out the culprit from his waist and put it in the palm of his hand. Everyone can see it.

"Ring?" Hermione squinted her eyes, not knowing why she always felt that the ring looked familiar.

Ron put the ring in his pocket indifferently, "It must have been dropped by some careless spectator, just put it in the lost and found place, and when they find something missing, they can go there to look for it."

As soon as they stood up, they met Harry who turned back. "Are you done?" Hermione asked gloatingly.

Harry's expression really looked like he had encountered a disaster, his brows were furrowed, "There's still an unaccounted for—why are you guys arguing in the corridor?"

"It's nothing, I picked up something and I'm going to put it in the lost and found place." Ron said.

Harry glanced at Hermione's stomach, decided to deal with Albus's "surprise" later, and said, "I'll go, you should take Hermione to rest right away, Ron."

Hermione rolled her eyes and shook Ron's hand violently.

"Dude, you're right." Ron muttered softly, throwing the ring he had just picked up from his pocket onto Harry's open palm, "This is it—"

"Bang bang bang!", the surrounding glass lamps suddenly burst, and Ron and Hermione screamed, but fortunately there were no one else around.

"Harry!" Hermione yelled in horror.

Harry stared blankly at the ring on his palm, completely dumbfounded.

☆, you make up

Charles grabbed Ashley who was about to get up and go out to find the ring, "Can you find out where it fell, and it's so big here, I probably can't find it."

Ashley frowned and said, "Although the ring looks very worthless, I always think it is very important."

Just as Charles was about to say something, the broadcast sounded in the box, "I'm sorry to interrupt your enthusiasm! If you have lost items, you can go to the lost property on the 6th floor to claim them!" Then a list of lost items floated through the crack of the door, Charles took a look at the outfield. This is where every box will be assigned.

"Look, it's still very convenient." Charles leaned over to pick up the list, and as expected, he found the word "silver ring".

"The 6th floor? It sounds a little far away." Ashley was still lazily sitting on the chair, but he seemed to be preoccupied. His eyes were not focused when looking at Charles, obviously he was thinking about other things.

"You're so lazy."

"Yes, not as energetic as you. You don't seem to be 'dancing' in the middle of the night recently, and you must have the strength to run to the sixth floor."

Strange to say, Charles realized that he hadn't sleepwalked or had strange dreams for a long time. Why is that? Has he recovered?But this does not mean that he wants to go up the stairs. The backwardness of the wizarding world is revealed. The competition venue with hundreds of floors can only be walked. Fortunately, the VIP boxes are just flush with the ground, so there is no need to go up. There is no need to go to the underground floor to climb.

"Are you sure, dear uncle." Charles smiled obediently, "Are you sure I won't just pretend to be a fake and sit on the stairs for 10 minutes before coming in to tell you that I got the ring back? Seriously, it would be better Go back to London and buy a new one, or the whole shop if you like."

Ashley stood up with a dark face, "No, you can't afford the whole store anymore." He gave him a hard look and left the box.

Charles, "?"

Neither of them noticed that the goblin mask was lying neatly on the table.

Ashley walked and listened to the bursts of cheers, and couldn't help but look at the field a few more times. The red-haired woman who appeared at the beginning made a super difficult move and knocked down one of the opponent's players. Hope the other party doesn't break his neck.

If only this woman had broken her neck.Ashley covered his mouth violently, shocked by the sudden viciousness, though he would certainly lead the applause if such a popular Ms Weasley did come down.Look at her ugly hair and pale face, she looks like a deformed weasel.

In order to avoid getting his eyes dirty, he didn't continue to watch a bunch of strange people flying around in mid-air. If he asked him, the squirming ladies on the Upper East Side were more interesting than this.

Ashley, who was struggling to go down the stairs, soon discovered a more practical problem. He was really lost.What to do if you get lost, of course, ask for directions.Soon, he saw a woman with long black hair standing by the railing. Instead of sitting in the box, she leaned softly there, staring at the field in a daze.

"Hello, do you know where the lost property is?" Ashley asked as friendly as possible.

As if she didn't expect that there would be someone here, she turned around immediately as if she was taken aback, and Ashley saw her front face, with very delicate facial features, and her skin was as smooth and tender as porcelain. She was an Asian female.

Seeing that there was still no response from the other party, Ashley held back his temper and asked again, "Do you know how to get to the lost property?"

But the woman still didn't speak, her expression looked like she had seen a ghost.

"...Forget it, they're all weirdos." Ashley rolled his eyes, and decided to continue relying on himself, oh, and that annoying lazy little nephew, hoping to successfully get him confined.

Harry was sitting dazed, and his hands were still shaking. It had been a long time since Voldemort's death that he had experienced such an unbelievable thing. Of course, Albus didn't count.He couldn't figure out how this ring would appear here. In theory, this ring should lie at the bottom of the Black Lake, or in the belly of a certain mermaid.

Ron looked at his friend worriedly, "Calm down, buddy, this is probably a prank."

"That's what I thought too," Harry said with an ugly face, "I'm going to get this man into Azkaban." If it was Albus, forget it.

Hermione came back from the lost property, and they directly connected the lost property with a box next to it, and through the concealment spell, they could see the scene in the lost property.After Hermione came back, she turned around a few times before giving up and said, "Forget it, I'll tell you later."

"What?" Harry asked.

Hermione shook her head, biting her fingernails guiltily.

Ron immediately had an opinion, "Stop gnawing, it's unhygienic, just gnaw me if you want to gnaw."

"Shut up," said Hermione sternly.

Before anyone could wait, Gabriel came in. There was a bright handprint on her face and a few bloodstains on her neck. "Mr. Potter, Miss Zhang Qiu is looking for you." Gabriel said with a forced smile.

"What happened to your face?" Harry exclaimed.

"Who would have thought that the pure-blooded lady would know Muggle martial arts?" Gabriel sneered.

Hermione couldn't stand it anymore, pulled Gabriel aside, and used the Charm Charm to help her hide the scars.

When Harry was disturbed by her, he calmed down a lot, and his attention was mostly diverted, "Did you really go to duel with Greenglass?"

Gabriel was silent for a while, and decided to get back to business. It's a shame to fight with others, and it's even more shameful to lose, "I just met Miss Zhang Qiu. She seems to be looking for you urgently. Her expression looks like that. It's like seeing a ghost."

Qiu has something urgent?Harry frowned subconsciously, maybe something went wrong with Shacklebolt, "Where is she?"

The corner of Gabriel's mouth was slightly turned down, and Hermione could tell it at a glance, and quickly gave Harry a wink.

Harry, "?"

Gabriel sighed, her face darkened a little, "She will come to you, I will deal with other things first."

"Go ahead, don't embarrass Greengrass, ignore her." Harry said indifferently.

Hermione and Ron didn't dare to breathe, carefully observing Gabriel's face.Sure enough, Gabriel opened her mouth to argue, but immediately gave up, and went out full of grievances.

"Harry, do you really don't understand or you don't understand?" Ron commented.

Hermione sighed softly, "No wonder Ginny must get a divorce."

"What are you talking about?" Harry called.

"Oh," Hermione sighed heavily, "Look, Qiu is here, so spend time with your ex-girlfriend."

Ron also wanted to sarcastically, but seeing Qiu's face was really ugly, he shut his mouth obediently and dragged Hermione to the lost and found next door.

Harry saw Cho stand up immediately, "Is there any problem with the minister?"

As soon as Qiu was in shock, she saw water on the table, no matter who had used the cup, she picked it up and drank the rest of the water.

Harry stretched out his hand helplessly, "The cup is mine...forget it."

But when Cho spoke, Harry was taken aback.

"Harry, I saw a ghost."

"Ahem——" Harry almost choked on his own saliva.

"It's true! No—no, I don't know what to say, but I think I should come to you." Qiu took two steps forward, holding Harry's hand with both hands, in the eyes of Hermione and Ron who were peeping next door , which is simply intimate.

"Speak slowly." Harry helped Qiu to the chair, and sat beside him.

Qiu's eyes are different from those of Europeans, they always seem to be covered with rain and fog.In addition to being an ex-girlfriend, although Qiu has had many boyfriends these years, she has never been married. Harry understands that it is because she can't forget Cedric. Autumn is always very close.

Qiu was silent for a while, and then said, "I think I saw Malfoy."

"Lucius? But he's not dead yet."

Qiu's dark pupils rolled slightly, but they kept looking straight into Harry's eyes, "Oh, you didn't understand, I mean your ex-boyfriend."

Harry blinked his eyes slowly twice before saying, "What?"

Qiu looked at him for a while, then half lowered his head and smiled wryly, "I know it's impossible, but——I think it's him."

Harry suddenly laughed out loud, "Hahaha, honey, I'm afraid you've been tricked too. I suspect someone is playing a prank. I even picked up his stuff just now, but of course it's fake. You probably saw it He is the one who pretended, where is he, I want to send him to Azkaban."

"No, it's not." Qiu slowly brushed the long hair around her cheeks behind her ears, and looked at Harry enviously, "I have a hunch, Harry. Sometimes, I'm really jealous of you."

"What, are you jealous of my divorce?" Harry laughed, "I'm still single, are you interested in partnering up—"

Qiu gave him a silencing spell, and sighed, "Although I knew at that time that your private life was chaotic, I didn't expect you to be such a scum now."

I'm just kidding!Harry screamed inside, and my private life wasn't messed up, it was all slander!

Ron whispered in Hermione's ear, "I finally understand Ginny."

Hermione shot him a glare. "Looks like the Daily Prophet has had a successful front page over the years."

Qiu said seriously, "He came to the lost and found when he asked me for directions. I don't know if it's a real ghost or some kind of prank, but I suggest you prepare."

Harry thought for a while, then said to Qiu, "You wait here.", and walked past the lost and found next door.

Harry said to Ron and Hermione, who were leaning together and gossiping, "I'm here."

Hermione squinted, but compromised, and left with Ron.

Harry turned to Qiu and said, "Let's go down."

Qiu was about to say something, opened his mouth and closed it again, opened his eyes wide, looking at the position of the door.

"What's the matter?" Harry laughed, turning around to see who had entered.

The first thing Harry saw was the beige Muggle hoodie he had just seen. He looked all the way, and the man who had just been hit badly by him was not wearing a goblin mask now, and Harry's smile froze on his face.

"Excuse me, is this the Lost and Found Department?"

Ashley did not expect to meet Albus Potter's father here, curled up his fingers unconsciously, and then slowly let go, trying to keep his expression as natural as possible, "We seem to have met just now, you should be Albus Potter father."

"You—" Harry came back to his senses, reaching out to pinch his face to see if he was wearing some kind of mask.

Ashley leaned back slightly from Harry's hand, his brow furrowed in displeasure.

Cho gave Harry a hand from behind, but Harry's hand regrettably missed the suspect's face. "Yes, are you missing something?"

"You are Charles Walker's uncle!" Harry lost his voice. He didn't intend to help others find the lost property at all. He took two steps away from Qiu's hand and grabbed someone's arm. As soon as he caught it, he stuck to it and died. Without letting go, "I - no, no! What's your name, how...why are you his uncle?"

Harry stammered and said a lot, Qiu couldn't see anymore, so he just ran out and stood outside the door, there were only two people left in the room.

Ashley looked at this tall man in a little horror. Anyway, being caught by someone taller than him was still a very oppressive thing.Only then did Harry realize that his reaction was wrong, he let go of his hand quickly, and took a few steps back, hitting the corner of the table with his back.It wasn't a joke, and Harry immediately grinned in pain.

"...Mr. Potter, are you okay?" Was this psychosis really his ex-boyfriend, or was he guessing wrong, Ashley didn't believe that his aesthetics would degenerate like this.

Harry held his back in a state of distress, and only wanted to summon a broomstick to escape from the scene, or let Voldemort give himself an Avada, "It's okay, it's okay—you're looking for something, right, what are you looking for—ah!" , Harry had just stood up straight when he tripped over a chair again and fell to the ground.

Ashley couldn't stand it anymore, and for some unknown reason, condescendingly squatted down to help him.

Listening to the messy voices inside, Qiu rolled her eyes helplessly. Fortunately, Gabriel Delacour was not there, otherwise it would have been even more exciting.

Harry didn't dare to look at his face anymore, he lowered his head and took out the messy box, rummaged through it unconsciously, his fingers were numb, "It's all here, what are you looking for, binoculars, Maps, mice have everything..."

"Is there a ring?" Ashley also craned his neck to look at the contents of the box. The people here are really strange, there are all kinds of garbage.

Harry stopped his movements, his throat was dry, and he said with difficulty, "Is it this one? Why do you have it?"

Ashley thought of the answer in a few seconds, "Charles bought it in an antique shop in England." Look, this is called making up a story, there is no flaw, Charles is still too weak.

Harry's thinking was immediately diverted, "What antique store, do you know what kind of ring this is?"

"London is full of strange shops." Ashley puffed up one cheek, took the ring back from Harry's hand, and stuffed it into his pocket.

Something even more unbelievable happened. Harry put his hand directly into the man's pocket and took out the ring again.

"Are you sick?" Ashley screamed.

However, Harry's eyes slowly turned red, and he squeezed his hand tightly, "Who the hell are you? You can even make up lies like this."

That was many years ago. Harry was dazed by the eccentric and beautiful Slytherin, and he slapped him with candy. Harry seriously doubted whether Draco had deliberately watched some love affairs Special books are used to seduce him. Of course, Harry also likes this set. Compared with Qiu's teary eyes and Ginny's little girl's heart, this enemy who has been against him for 6 years can always hit his heart accurately. .

In order to please his boyfriend, Harry learned the trick of giving rings from Muggle movies during the summer vacation. Unfortunately, he didn't have much taste, and he didn't know how to buy those studded with precious jewels, so he only chose plain silver.

The young master's reaction after seeing it can be imagined, "Potter, am I just a Gallon in your eyes?" Draco sneered, but he still took the gift honestly and prepared it for him When the present was thrown in Harry's face, it turned out to be a ring too.

"It seems to be only worth one Galleon?" Harry took it with a smile on his face, and walked around the desk to sit next to Draco. The two came in for a date while there was no one in the library. Can't be less.

"1000 Galleons." Draco snorted coldly.

"I'm worth 1000 Galleons in your heart, it's really happy, but, are you being cheated?" Harry put his arms around his waist in a funny way, and buried himself in his neck while there was no one around. Bite carefully.

"You're not cheated, you're the smartest." Draco's voice didn't fluctuate, but Harry broke out in a cold sweat.

But Harry knows how to deal with this situation. Draco is not the only one who reads dating guides. Harry also secretly reads a lot. lips.

Draco suddenly pushed Harry away hard, before pushing him under the table.

Harry was about to protest when he heard a deep voice above his head think, "Draco, what are you still doing here?"

It's Snape, that old snotlover, Harry cursed secretly.

"Obviously, I'm doing my homework." Draco sounded a little nervous, and he kicked Harry's arm lightly with his calf.

Snape's face was as ugly as ever, "Don't forget what you promised the Dark Lord, I promised your mother - what is this, a ring?"

Draco remained silent, but Snape didn't intend to let him go, "Are you still thinking about these things? Who sent it, or rather, who sent it, Parkinson? Greengrass?"

"I saw this in an antique store and bought it casually." Draco said calmly, "And it's very expensive, so I don't plan to give it away or throw it away."

Snape snorted coldly, "You know what's going to happen."

After hearing Snape's footsteps walking away, Draco was dragged under the table by Harry before he could breathe a sigh of relief.

"Are you sick? It's too dirty here!" He complained in a low voice.

Harry was very satisfied, "Yes, yes, I'm sick. It's safer here, just stay for a while." He hugged the two of them, and covered them with the invisibility cloak.

Ashley's eyes widened, and the gray-blue pupils became more obvious, "I didn't make up a story!"

☆, a small excessive

Harry stared closely at Ashley's pupils, still holding on to his hands, "Just make it up, keep making it up."

"I swear to God, it's really not." Ashley couldn't pull out his hand, so he could only try to back up until he was completely pressed against the wall.He himself didn't realize how much compromising it meant, even a little bit of flirting. Oh, no, he still had a little bit of flirting. After all, this divorced British man is really handsome, and his looks are very suitable for him. Bea Alexandra is ten thousand times more attractive.

"God?" Harry's eyes flashed, the initial shock and confusion passed, and his reason was slowly returning to his brain, "Why God?"

Ashley puffed his face, "It's not God, what should that be, Queen of England?"

Then he was speechless, because Harry, mean, used Legilimency on him.

Unexpectedly, without any resistance, Harry saw a rich Muggle life, and an American Muggle who looked a lot like him, what was his name, Alexandra Walker?It's not a good thing when you hear it, it's still brother-in-law's cousin, isn't this incest, it's absolutely not allowed.

Harry left his brain, frowning and shouting, "That's incest!"

Ashley finally pushed him away, he squatted on the ground and retched, feeling like he had been on a roller coaster all day, "What did you do, my God, Charles was right, evil wizards suck people up brains-"

"What evil wizard?" Harry squatted in front of him, his eyes were still red, but he couldn't help laughing, "You are a wizard."

"It's funny." Ai Li half raised his head and gave him a white look, "By the way, I don't have incest either."

"Why do you only have a few months of memory?" Harry couldn't help holding his face up again, and looked into his pupils inquiringly, "What happened, tell me. Besides, don't In front of me, make up some nonsense that you are an American, I know what Death Eater quotes you want to write with the flick of your quill."

Ashley sighed, "Mr. Potter, if you're not so weird, I'm really interested in dating you, but," he squinted and slapped Harry, "Can you stop touching my face?"

"Hi, who am I looking for?" Qiu's voice sounded from outside the door, Harry didn't care about being beaten for no reason, he subconsciously pulled him up, and stood in front of him full of protection.

"This is the lost property, right? My uncle is lost. I'm here to find out if he is there."

Well, the unlucky nephew actually ran down, Ashley felt inexplicably guilty, and silently took a few steps away from Harry.