Harder Aurora

As soon as Charles came in, he understood that this was a complete trap. Harry Potter was a member of the Department of Legal Enforcement. The Lost and Found Department was responsible for things that only the lowest-level personnel were responsible for. What was he doing here? That heavily oxidized cheap ring It must have something to do with him and be recognized.

"Ailey, I thought you fell down the stairs.", so what should be done now, and most importantly, will it affect his family?Louise's attitude is obvious, and it's not that he can't see that his mother has discovered Ashley's suspicion long ago, but the whole family is tacitly acting stupid together. This situation is really a bit weird, he can be sure, With Ashley, Louise and Davis must be hiding something deeper.

And Ashley Richard Cooper can feel it, why he never exposes all kinds of "fantasy stories" in front of Louise, does he also want to pry Louise's mouth open.

"Because I'm lost." Ashley snatched his ring back from Harry's pocket, this familiar movement gave Charles a chill, and Harry's eyes lit up with surprise.

"I think this is not a labyrinth. Or, will my uncle come to England?" Charles smirked, his eyes flicked between the two adults. In the end, it was just a clumsy temptation. He didn't believe Ellie. can't read.

"Why not, when the time comes, you will go to school somewhere. I am alone in London, and I still need someone to take care of me."

You are already in your 30s and still need someone to take care of you. Why is there such a shameless person? Charles gritted his teeth, "Really, Mr. Potter doesn't seem to agree."

"What does he have to do with me?" Ashley pointed at Harry who was standing stupidly with disgust, "Let's go, I want to go back."

"Wait!" Harry took a step forward and grabbed his hand, without any intention of letting go.

"Where are you going?"

Charles looked away and sighed, "Mr. Potter, uncle is just an ordinary rich man in the United States. Maybe he looks a little like your old acquaintance, but he has a citizen ID card."

Only then did Harry look at his son's classmates, and an inexplicable feeling spread, so that he didn't even realize that it hurt Cooper, "You really look alike."

"My sister and I also look very similar. Please let me go. I planned to leave you a phone number." Ashley muttered, with a hint of grievance in his tone, and looked at it with grey-blue narrow eyes complaining. Charles glanced at Harry, and Charles applauded wildly in his heart. How could that beautiful assistant who only catered to him be his opponent? The savior's second marriage was ruined.

Harry let go of his hand slowly, and his intelligence finally returned. He hesitated and said, "I really want to get to know Mrs. Walker... Sorry, you are really too similar, my fault."

Qiu waited for the two people to leave, and then quickly ran back indoors. Her ex-boyfriend was holding his head, sitting collapsed on a chair, and his condition was definitely not good. "What's going on?" she whispered.

"Good question," Harry raised his hand to stop her constant curiosity, "either I'm hallucinating or I'm crazy."

"I saw it too, which can prove that you are neither crazy nor hallucinating."

"I saw him die with my own eyes." Harry burst out suddenly, his eyes red.Qiu took a step back in fear, the air around her was a little numb and stinging, which was a sign of a magic riot.

"Just fell down like this, and nothing can be recovered!"

He tried to ask the mermaid, tried to jump off the black lake and swim for a few days, and finally the mermaid patriarch found him a female mermaid with a golden tail, and he almost killed the fish on impulse.

Qiu said softly, "Maybe they just look alike."

"How do you explain the ring?" Harry cried and laughed, trying to maintain a decent expression on his face, but his pupils dilated a circle, resulting in dark green eyes that were originally emerald green. endlessly.

"Go and investigate," Qiu Rou said, "There is always a reason for everything."

Charles secretly observed Ashley's face as he walked, but the other person looked very normal, as if he had no opinion or was touched by what had just happened.

"What are you peeking at?" Ashley asked amusedly.

"Do you know?" Charles said pretending to be relaxed, "When a person meets a mentally abnormal person, what kind of reaction will he have?"

Ashley raised his eyebrows, please enlighten me written all over his face.

"He'll be wondering who that is and why it's so abnormal, instead of a calm face." Charles smirked.

Ashley frowned, but quickly returned to normal, "Dear nephew, what do you want to say."

Is this finally no longer installed?Charles screamed excitedly in his heart, "You already knew that you were not Ashley Richard Cooper. It was just made up by your mother. Why didn't you expose it all the time? What else do you want to know?"

Ashley sneered, "Why should I tell you, Charles, I also want to ask, what do you want to know?"

Louise and Davis never thought about what kind of wizard he is, how did Charles know, "You are not sure who I am, why are you so sure that I am from this world, have you seen something inevitable? Something, for example?" Ashley stroked the tattoo on his left arm with his right hand, "You are afraid that your current life will be affected because of me, and it happens that I don't want to affect my sister, so leave me alone."

"—You think too much." Charles explained dryly.

Ashley put his index finger on his lips and made a silent gesture, "Dear nephew, I can tell what you're going to do when you roll your eyes. Be honest, it's good for everyone."

It wasn't until Ginny caught the Snitch that James returned to the box at his house. Albus blushed with excitement, waving the England team flag wildly in his hand, and shouted at James, "James, you Where did it go?! Mommy won!"

James let him shake in silence, no joy on his face.He slapped Albus's hand away impatiently, "Are you familiar with Charles Walker's uncle?"

Albus frowned, "Why did you think of this? I'm not very familiar with it, only met a few times."

"Nothing," James said, "let's talk about it when we get back to school."

Before the two brothers said anything, Harry came back. Albus keenly noticed that James' fingers squirmed uncomfortably when he saw his father. Harry's face was normal, and James didn't seem to have any particularly big mood swings.

Something extraordinary must have happened during the time James and Harry had just disappeared.

"So, are you two going to the celebration party tonight, or do you want to go home and pack your bags?" Harry said cheerfully.

"The luggage is packed," James said quickly, "I'm going too."

Albus could only nod along, God knows how much he hated parties, but—he squinted his eyes, it was better as usual.

However, the development of things was different from what James thought. The celebration party was held in a large bar in Diagon Alley, and in order to take care of underage wizards, a special area for underage wizards was opened on the second floor of the bar. The place was separated, and Albus and James were directly thrown to the second floor, mixed with a bunch of classmates and various little wizards they knew and didn't know, James' face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

"What now?!" Albus yelled in James' ear.

"What?" James yelled into Albus' ear too.

Albus rolled his eyes, and pulled James out of the door, the surroundings were finally quiet, "Where's the Invisibility Cloak?"

"What do you want to do?"

"Aren't you following here just to follow?"

James took out the invisibility cloak angrily, "Come on, really, we are the most miserable and unlucky sons in the world."

Both of them have grown a lot taller, and it is obviously very inconvenient to hide under an invisibility cloak. When they stumbled down the stairs, they stumbled across a few hanging paintings. James couldn't bear to pull back the invisibility cloak. , let's go somewhere else."

"Where?"

"To Malfoy Manor."

Ron came to the bar after sending the pregnant Hermione home, and finally pushed away a lot of people who were already drunk to find Harry and Ginny. Sitting very close to each other, I don't know what they were talking about, but Luna was also there, whispering to Ginny and Gabriel, but Gabriel was absent-minded, and kept peeking at Harry and Qiu.

An ex-wife and three rumored girlfriends. I don't know if there are people from the Daily Prophet. Tomorrow's front page must be very exciting.

"Ron!" Seeing his friend's eyes brighten, Harry stood up and put his arms around Ron's shoulders, and said to Gabriel, "Ron will be responsible for the safety of the entire Hogwarts, just talk to him if you have anything, I will I have something to go away for a while." Then he pulled Ron aside and asked in a low voice, "Where is the thing I want?"

Ron glanced back at Gabriel and Qiu, startled by the tension between them, and retracted his neck, "Are you really okay? Gabriel looks very sad."

Harry said, "Really? Leave her alone, where's the address?"

Ron tapped Harry's open palm with his wand, and a line of words slowly appeared, "What do you want Walker's address in London for? By the way, did anyone take the ring later?"

"I'll talk to you when the time comes." Harry said hastily, while stretching out his hand to signal Qiu to follow, the two hurriedly left the bar.

Gabriel stood up abruptly, wanting to follow but didn't dare, Ginny and Luna clinked glasses pretending not to notice.

Ron looked back in embarrassment and said, "Let's talk about the safety of the Triwizard Tournament..."

When Harry and Cho Apparated to Hyde Park, although they were mentally prepared, they were taken aback by the extravagance of the Muggles. Cho sighed, "There are not many houses like this in the entire wizarding world."

Harry shook his finger, "There are still."

Qiu Bai glanced at him, "I'm sorry, I forgot about you."

Harry smiled and said nothing, pressed the address on his palm, walked up to a white marble step, and rang the doorbell, while Qiu silently walked to a shadowy place and hid himself.

It took a full 10 minutes for anyone to open the door. Harry was already leaning against the streetlight impatiently. If he had been slower, he would have taken out his cigarette for a smoke.

Charles showed half of his small face through the crack of the door, "Mr. Potter! Well, that street lamp has all kinds of dogs urinating on it every day..."

Harry immediately moved away from the street lights, and stood upright, "Good evening Charles, is your uncle there?"

Is it so straightforward? Charles paused for a moment before saying, "He's asleep."

"It's only eight o'clock," Harry said matter-of-factly.

"What do you want, Mr. Potter?" Charles countered. "He's just a Muggle."

"Damn it," Harry yelled over his shoulder, "Cho! I told you, I don't deal with children!"

Charles screamed, "Keep it down! The neighbors are going to call the police!"

Qiu reluctantly walked out from the shade of the tree, and took Charles's hand directly, "Come on, my sister will take you to McDonald's."

"I don't eat rubbish like McDonald's!" Charles immediately protested, "No, you are kidnapping, and you, Mr. Potter, it is against the law to invade a private house!"

Harry sighed, playing with his wand in his right hand, "Honey, if you read the History of Magic and Defense Against the Dark Arts textbooks twice, you will know how privileged I am. In the face of absolute power, any rules are rubbish , the first lesson of Slytherin, didn't your head teach it, huh?"

Qiu said helplessly, "Harry, I know you are very nervous and excited now, but I still suggest you not to offend this handsome little gentleman, he will always make you hungry."

Charles immediately nodded in agreement.

Harry immediately surrendered, "One hour, ok? Think I owe you a favor."

"...Charles?" Ashley's voice came from inside the door. After Charles had been opening the door for so long, he would still be worried after all.

"Asleep?" Harry mouthed Charles, "Little bastard, go eat ice cream."

Charles was aggrieved, but he was helpless, so he could only obediently follow the beautiful black-haired woman, and he didn't notice the suggestive look Harry was looking at Qiu.

"Charles? Charles!" Ashley hurried downstairs and was stunned when he saw someone standing outside the door. "Oh, Mr. Potter—where's Charles?"

"He's off to eat ice cream." Without waiting for him to react, Harry pushed Ashley back, closed the door, and cast five or six protective spells.

"You—" Ashley picked up the phone beside him angrily, but the screen didn't light up at all, and no matter how hard he pressed it, there was no response.

"...What kind of witchcraft is this?"

Ashley had just finished washing and was wearing a bathrobe with sleeves that reached to the elbows. His platinum blonde hair was wet, and a few strands of hair were playfully stuck to his face.Harry looked at his left hand for a moment before saying absently, "Yeah, witchcraft."

"What's the matter with you? It seems that I'm completely blocked now, come on, talk about it, finish it early and go to bed early." Ashley muttered and pushed Harry down on the sofa, without realizing that this behavior was harmful How wrong.

Only then did Harry take his eyes away from his left hand and look straight into his gray-blue pupils, "You are the strangest thing I've ever seen in my life."

"I'm a person, not a thing." Ashley leisurely opened a bottle of 56-year-old Lafite, and poured it into the glass pretentiously.

Harry got up and strode over, snatched the bottle of wine from him, and drank half of it. Ashley said blankly, "Do you know how much you just drank in one gulp?"

Harry blushed and yelled, breathing heavily, "Draco! Your parents miss you so much, and so do I!"

"The name sounds familiar."

"Do you know what the markings on the left arm are? How they lied to you, music festival tattoos or church beliefs?"

"Music festival tattoo."

Harry froze for a moment, raised his head and drank the rest of the red wine, Ashley twitched in pain, "—losing money!"

Qiu brought the set meal to the blond boy, and coaxed patiently, "This is the most expensive set meal here."

Charles glanced sullenly, and reluctantly chose soda.

Qiu smiled and watched him take a few sips, and asked casually, "Is he really your uncle?"

"No—" Charles opened his eyes wide and covered his lips.

"Oh, do you know who he is?"

Charles wanted to stand up subconsciously, but found that he was actually firmly glued to the chair, and he couldn't control his mouth at all, "—as if he knew." He said through gritted teeth.

Qiu smiled with satisfaction, "Tell me about it."

"A poor man who studied in England in his early years and was in a coma for many years because of a tragic car accident."

Qiu's smile froze, "What?"

Charles also imitated her smile, "A poor car accident victim. I'm telling the truth, ma'am, did you download something for me?"

Qiu quickly adjusted his mood, "What kind of car accident, please be more detailed."

"Well," Charles sighed, "it was a car accident in Brooklyn, USA."

"That's it? Why in Brooklyn?"

"Obviously, since he was in Brooklyn at the time—what the hell are these things, plus it's against wizarding law to give Veritaserum to an underage wizard without approval, and I'll definitely file a complaint against you."

Qiu smiled sweetly, revealing her porcelain-like teeth, "I'm not British, please feel free to complain."

At this moment, two dark-skinned Muggles started fighting in the restaurant. Qiu was startled and turned her head to look. She didn't return her attention to Charles until the waiter threw them out.

Charles waited for her to take a few sips of soda before asking, "Are you the legendary first love of Mr. Potter?"

Qiu frowned, and quickly replied, "Yes."

"So you're not getting married now because of Mr. Potter or that Hufflepuff who died tragically?"

"Because Harry—you changed my drink!" Cho screamed, and the Muggles all over the restaurant stared blankly at her.

"Then you still helped Mr. Potter get close to my uncle. What kind of international spirit is this? By the way, I am not British, so please feel free to complain to the school."

"If you don't have any money, I'll pay you an owl." Harry tapped the empty wine bottle with his wand, and the bottle turned into a snow-white owl. "Merlin, it's Hedwig..."

"You're drunk." Ashley pulled Harry to the sofa again with a dark face, "That's an ugly name, let's call it Henry II."

Harry grabbed his bathrobe and couldn't take it off, so Ashley could only follow his strength and sit down, "Why don't you believe it?" Harry simply hugged his waist, Her face was buried in the soft cloth, and she choked up with grief.

Ashley was caught by the solid thunder, "I'll wait until I figure out how I showed up in Brooklyn." He said to himself, snatching the wand from Harry's hand, "A bottle of red wine That's all, as for it, it can't really be a mental illness—how do you use this stick?" He rubbed Harry's black hair, feeling the same as touching Henry.

"You know..." Harry muttered, his pupils dilated unnaturally, and his brain felt a slight tingle, "I'm not drunk...it's after Occlumency, fxxk—" He slumped to the ground with his head in his hands.

☆、Small excessive 2

When going back, Qiu didn't even look at Charles, and the high heels hit the ground with a "dong dong" sound.While licking the cone in his hand, Charles looked at Ms. Zhang's back with interest, "Ma'am, although these shoes are a bit cheap, they shouldn't be wasted."

"Shut up!" Qiu turned her head angrily, "What a little bastard without a tutor, he really is a little bastard from the United States."

Charles smiled indifferently, "Oh, maybe Mr. Potter hasn't forgotten about you—"

"I was wrong, ok, my fault." Qiu exhaled deeply, emphasizing again, "My fault."

"Come on, I know quite a few upper-class American men—"

"Ah! We're here!" Seeing the door of the apartment, Qiu trotted over as if heaving a sigh of relief, and slammed on the door, "Harry! We're back, open the door!"

After waiting for a while, there was no response.

Cho stomped her feet, and Charles took a sympathetic look at her high heels, deciding not to irritate her.Qiu slammed the door again.

Still no one, Qiu Gang raised his hand to continue attacking the innocent door, Charles said, "Be careful, your hand hurts."

Qiu directly pulled out his wand, "Alahuo hole is open."

The house was empty, there was no one there.Charles turned around a few times, and after confirming that his uncle had indeed disappeared without any reason, he shouted to Qiu, "Where did you get him?"

"That's what I want to ask too!" Qiu screamed, "Where's Harry? Where did you get him? It really is an evil Death Eater who kidnapped the Savior!"

"How can a Muggle who doesn't know anything kidnap the most magical wizard at this stage?" Charles sneered.

Qiu unconsciously took a few steps back and forth, then suddenly pointed to the carpet and said, "This, this is Harry's wand."Holding her breath, she picked up the legendary holly wand, her hands trembling slightly, "Yes, a powerful wizard, but the wand fell."

Charles finally realized the seriousness of the matter, and tolerantly did not continue to fight against Qiu, "It's over, if anything happens to Ai Li, my mother will not let me go." He blinked, "Call the police."

Qiu rolled his eyes mockingly, "Muggle policeman, you really are a smart Slytherin."

Charles glared at her bitterly.

"Go, go back and find Captain Oro."

This Mr. Potter didn't look fat. Ashley didn't expect him to be so heavy. Almost half of Harry's weight was on him. Ashley gritted his teeth and half dragged him to the hospital. steps.He yelled at a little nurse passing by, "Hey, can you help me?"

The little girl wearing a nurse's cap was startled by him, but blushed immediately, "Oh, no problem, sir!" She hurried forward to help him hold the drowsy Harry, "This What's the matter, sir?"

"I don't know, maybe I'm drunk." Ashley gritted his teeth and said.

The little nurse took him to the registration place, and the person in charge of the registration was a middle-aged Hispanic woman who didn't look very friendly. Ashley saw her name tag, "Hello, Miss Liz, my friend needs help. "

Miss Liz's tense face eased a little, "Name."

"...Alexandra Walker."

"Show me your ID card, thank you."

"He's an American. His wallet was stolen and his documents were gone." Ashley said anxiously, even his eyelashes became wet.

Miss Liz sighed, "Caris, take me to the ward first."

The little nurse Karis nodded quickly, and raised her hand to call two tall male nurses to push over a hospital bed. Ashley helped Harry to lie down on the bed, "It's really annoying."

When the doctor came, he couldn't diagnose anything, only said it was fatigue, nervousness, alcoholism, etc., and finally inserted a bag of salt water for Harry.

Ashley was lying on the side of the hospital bed, dragging his chin with one hand, "Will the wizard melt if it is invaded by salt water?" He whispered to himself, "Probably not, try insulin next time."

"What a trash doctor, he's dead, I'm going to complain to the British Parliament." Ashley said angrily, "I've never seen such a perfunctory person... No, no one can compare to Charles in perfunctory."

"What are you talking about?" A deep voice sounded, Harry woke up, his laughter seemed to come from his chest, Ashley felt a slight numbness in his back, "Where is this?"

Ashley got up from the hospital bed, and cleanly disregarded the relationship, "Hospital."

Harry slightly opened his eyes, revealing beautiful emerald green pupils. His nose bridge was high, his eyelashes were long, and his skin was naturally healthy white. Ashley moved uncomfortably, and had to admit that Brother-in-law Potterby was a relative. Much more handsome, "Hospital? How did you get out of the house, I obviously cast several spells"

"The house has a back door."

"...cough cough cough" Harry almost choked on his own saliva.

"Then I put you in the car. This is my first time driving, even though I don't have a driver's license." Ashley said happily.

"And—" Harry frowned and fumbled for his clothes, "Where's my wand?"

"Cough." This time it was Ellie's turn to cough awkwardly, "at home."

"At home?! Wizards are never allowed to leave their wands!" Harry shouted.

The truth was more terrifying than Harry had imagined. Ashley didn't even gently put the stick on the coffee table, but waved it casually a few times, and after finding it was useless, he threw it directly on the sofa, and then the little stick fell to the ground again .

Before Ashley could reply, the doctor came in again, "Oh, Mr. Walker, you are awake, that's just right, please sign."

"Mr. Walker?" said Harry, confused.

"Yeah, Alexandra, are you so dizzy that you forgot your own name?" Ashley blinked at him quickly, then took the slip from the doctor and handed it to Harry.

"...Okay." Harry gritted his teeth, took the pen and wrote "Alexandra Walker" stroke by stroke

The doctor took back the paper with satisfaction, "Remember to come back to register after completing the documents."

Ashley tugged at his sleeves. "Alex, everything in England has to be registered."

After finally sending the doctor away, Harry took Ellie's hand angrily and aggrievedly and complained, "Not only did you let me get salt water, but you also changed my name."

Ashley pulled his hand away, "Mr. Potter, we don't know each other that well—stop, don't say anything about who I am." He stopped Harry's objection, and said ruthlessly, "It's enough for me to know who I am .”

"You just forgot." Harry sadly raised his hand dangling in salt water to cover his eyes, "Merlin—what the hell is going on, what should I do."

"You are so annoying, then tell me." Ashley sat forward again as if giving up, "Why are you so abnormal."

Harry was wide awake, but he had no intention of sitting up. He found that lying vulnerable on the hospital bed brought more sympathy and softness, and he didn't mind looking a little more miserable as long as it worked.

Harry lowered his arms, coughed twice weakly, and pulled the needle helplessly with red eyes. Ashley could only half stand up and help him adjust the position of the saline bag.

"You are my Draco," Harry said hoarsely, but the blackness in his eyes was not fake, "I watched you die 13 years ago—"

"That's the point, Mr. Potter." Ashley said, "There is a problem with your logic. Why would a person who died in England appear alive on the other side of the earth? You are not scientific."

"...Honey, I'm a wizard, and wizards don't teach science."

"So you mean so-called magic can bring the dead back to life? Then there is no 'you watched me die'. You don't do magic."

"?" Harry opened his eyes wide and was speechless for a while, "Who taught you? These 'science' and 'logic' things? If Lucius saw it, he would probably go crazy and kill me Lose."

"My sister taught me." Ashley smiled.

"Mrs. Walker is a lawyer! Damn it, a lawyer is a liar!" Harry shouted in a broken voice, "Your father will kill her."

The Malfoy Manor in the forest was as quiet as ever, with only a few windows showing light, coupled with the night and the marble decoration on the exterior walls, the whole manor exudes an atmosphere that is thousands of miles away.

James whispered, "So many rooms are dark, will there be ghosts and ghosts in them?"

Albus shook his head, "There are only two people living in the manor, and there are so many rooms lit up, I think it's even more terrifying."

"Oh, Albus, shut up." James pulled off the invisibility cloak on the two, and carefully touched the air in front of him with one hand. Sure enough, a magical protective layer was looming.

"So you got dumped by the Knight Bus for 10 minutes just to get a feel for the pureblood defensive magic? I know people get sent to St. Mungo's every year for that."

"Finally there is something you don't know." James proudly walked towards the defense, passing through it in one go, intact.

Albus opened his eyes wide in disbelief, "Anyone interested in explaining?"

"We are relatives with Malfoy." James directly pulled Albus over, "Narcissa Malfoy is Sirius Black's cousin."

"Is that counted?" Albus asked amusedly, "Even if I marry Mrs. Malfoy, it doesn't count as incest, does that count as a relationship?"

James sarcastically teased him, "It turns out that you are infatuated with Mrs. Malfoy, it's really unimaginable——"

"Listen to the tone, are you obsessed with Charles Walker?" Albus said sarcastically.

"Albus!" James screamed softly, "Do you want a duel?"

The two quarreled and found an open window under the ground, and it was dark inside without turning on the lights.

"Can we talk now, what on earth do you want?" Albus hissed, fearing that any loudness would startle the horrible creatures in the old manor.

"See if there are any portraits or photos of Master Malfoy." James leaned on the window sill and turned it in with a push.

Albus cursed inwardly, and quickly followed, "Why? I'll yell if you don't tell me, old Malfoy will definitely send you to Azkaban!"

"Okay!" James stamped impatiently, "I suspect that Miss Slytherin is this young master Malfoy, and this young master is not dead."

"how is this possible?"

"This is not the most absurd thing. I also suspect that Walker's uncle is Master Malfoy, Merlin's moldy hat. When I think of this, I want to blow up the road! And that black-haired oriental beauty! Father has a rich relationship history It's beyond our imagination—"

Albus quickly covered his mouth to keep him from screaming, "Keep your voice down, want to go to Azkaban?"

When James calmed down, Albus whispered, "But I know Charles' uncle, he's just an ordinary American Muggle."

However, James didn't pay attention at all, he said to himself, "Oh, no, I think of something more terrifying, whether Walker is not a Muggle at all, think about it, how could a Slytherin with a dark mind be a Muggle ? Pure blood wizards can conceive, think of his horrible toad-like eyes, Gryffindor's feet, I dare not think about it—”

"Calm down—put away your exuberant imagination!" Albus couldn't bear it and gave him a chokehold, James covered his mouth and couldn't say a word, "If you use your imagination to study Come on, maybe you'll be number one in the grade."

"Flashing fluorescent" Albus held up his wand and looked around. This is just an ordinary guest room, and there are no decorations on the walls, only a few antique paintings, "Wait a minute, if we are found, will we be arrested?" ?” Albus glanced at James, still not wanting him to talk, “Daddy will fish us out anyway.”

Albus pulled James to open the door carefully, and opened it through the crack of the door. The whole corridor was dark, no different from those haunted houses in Muggle Park.Albus swallowed, and removed the curse from James, "You lead the way."

James looked at the black hole-like corridor with a little fear, and firmly disagreed, "You come."

"Come on, this is not a haunted house." Albus pushed James out.

James' hairs were about to explode, and he immediately stood against the wall, "Are you sure this is not a haunted house?"

"The ghosts should all be at Hogwarts."

"Isn't someone there? Why is there no sound?" Albus put away his wand for fear of being discovered, and the two of them were completely in the dark.

James stopped, "Let me think about it, it seems to be on the third floor?"

"You are too unreliable."

"No, it's the second floor—oh, here are the stairs."

The stairs are next to the brightly lit hall, and the light is slowly lighting up. The two owners of the manor are reading a book, and the two house elves at their feet are busy, sweeping the floor for a while, and refilling tea for the owners . "It would be wonderful if Aunt Hermione could see it," said Albus tussling. "Whenever we can have a house-elf in our house."

"Dream." James rolled his eyes, and ran upstairs with his brother, stepping briskly without making any sound.

"Aha, it must be here." James whispered, then pushed open a door and flashed in.

Albus lit up the room again, and this time he too was shocked, "It's really—Master."

Indeed, for a family as rich as Walker, the entire living room is about the same size as this room. Also, how can a Muggle family that has only been rich for more than ten years compare with this kind of family with a unit of thousands of years? The curtains are all satin inlaid with gold thread.Although this room has been unoccupied for a long time, the parents of the owner of the room obviously still come in often. No matter how gorgeous the appearance of the manor is, it can't compare with the care and love of the decoration of this room. It's too miserable.

Albus asked in a low voice, "Are you sure people who live in this kind of place have a crush on Dad?"

"..."

James' face darkened. "It's too much. I know from reading the diary. It's obvious that Dad hated this kind of person at first. You said it wrong."

"Hmmm," Albus nodded perfunctorily, pointing to the bed with his wand, "is that a photo album?"

James took a light breath, never expecting to find it so easily.He directly took down the photo album and opened it. The ones in front were all young masters of Malfoy. James impatiently turned to the end. It turned out to be a newspaper clipping. He looked at least 16 years old. suit, his mother Narcissa in