Harder Aurora

The glass window exploded into pieces in an instant.

"You go out first." Snape said to the other two warriors with a sullen face. Neville and Anna looked at each other and led one of them out of the room.

When only Harry, McGonagall and Snape were left in the room, Albus gritted his teeth and said, "I was definitely framed."

"How?" Harry's voice was low, Snape frowned, and Potter might be ill again.

Albus took a long breath, and waited until his voice was less trembling before speaking clearly, "In the middle of the night a few days ago, a strange voice brought me to the room where the Goblet of Fire was kept."

"And then?" Mag asked anxiously.

"Then I felt very strange, so I went back to the dormitory right away."

Harry raised his eyes, "I don't believe you, but the consequences of disobeying the Goblet of Fire's orders will not be much better than death." He sighed softly, "You must go to the competition—"

"What?" McGonagall said disapprovingly, "He's only 13 years old—"

"I will do my best to protect you. Don't worry about other things, go back and have a good rest." Harry pinched Albus's face, "I have something to discuss with the principal and Professor Snape."

Albus's eyes were red, he blinked, but still held back the tears of grievance, he lowered his head, "Okay, father."

As soon as Albus left, Snape couldn't help it, "What's going on, is it related to your scar?!"

"Would you mind explaining, gentlemen?" McGonagall said sharply.

Harry unconsciously touched the scar on his forehead that had haunted him all his life, "I really have no idea, it's Albus, what can I do. Selfishly, if it was anyone else, I could just give him an Avada Kedavra, but he can't, that's my Albus."

Snape gritted his teeth, "Are you sure?"

"I was a little skeptical at first, but now I'm completely sure." Harry smiled wryly.

"This..." McGonagall held her wand tightly, and she suppressed all her panic and anxiety, "Harry, you must know that you can get all my help."

Harry looked up in surprise, his eyes lit up, "Oh, thank you, Professor."

Snape's face looked like he had eaten a ton of feces, "And mine."

"Thank you!" Harry was even more pleasantly surprised, his thoughts that were originally full of ghosts were now much clearer.

McGonagall smiled rarely, "Please tell me, Mr. Potter."

Harry coughed sheepishly, "Severus, I beg you to teach Albus Defense Against the Dark Arts and not let him get hurt during the match."

"Please don't call me by my name," Snape growled.

"And Professor McGonagall, take care of the students."

"Asyourwish" Mag nodded slightly.

"So what are you going to do now?" Snape said.

"I'm going to Muggle London." Harry laughed.

It wasn't anything important that Harry had gone to Muggle London, it was just - oh, well, it was, and he wanted to see him so badly now that only his eyes could calm him down.

Ai Li narrowed his gray-blue eyes as soon as he opened the door, "Aren't you messing around at school today?"

Without saying a word, Harry picked him up, kicked him to the door, and pushed him against the door panel, "Don't talk." He buried him on his shoulder and took a deep breath.

The emotions came so fiercely that Ashley was almost out of breath, watching the crystal chandelier in the hall shaking non-stop, and his legs, which had nowhere to go, could only hang powerlessly on both sides of his body.

"Does it hurt?" Harry asked hoarsely, "Draco, does it hurt?"

"Draco? What a stupid name..." Ai Li leaned his head against the door panel, his brows and eyes were wrinkled in pain, lines of water stains leaked out, but the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, "If——I said Will you stop the pain?" He was pushed so hard that he was almost out of breath.

"No..." Harry smiled lowly against him, "Honey, it's not a wise choice to use the hero of the novel as the name..."

"Do evil wizards also read our human novels?"

Harry kissed his blush on both cheeks, "It doesn't really look like much."

Ai Li suddenly hugged his neck tightly and bit his shoulder.

It turns out that he can still feel the trembling of his soul, and it turns out that the coldest stone gate can also be the most gentle and lingering high bed.When he was finally able to speak, Harry smiled wryly, "Stop biting your teeth, the windbreaker."

Ashley let go, his teeth really hurt a little, "What's wrong with you?"

Harry didn't speak, just bowed his head and kissed the back of his hand, "My son, you are in great danger." He couldn't help hugging his waist, buried in his lover's half-open waist, "And this is all My fault."

Ashley inserted his fingers into his pure black hair, comforting Henry as he did, "How could it be your fault? It's obviously the fault of the person who put your son in danger."

"Yes, that's it, I need this kind of selfish answer. Merlin, how did I survive without you." Harry said in a muffled voice.

Ashley twitched the corner of his mouth, "Who are you calling selfish?"

"You," Harry said earnestly as he stood up, cupping his face in his hands, "you taught me not to blame myself for everything, when it's all other people's fault."

"...Why do I feel that you are mocking me?"

"Don't doubt, it's really mocking you." Harry kissed his lips hard again.

"James!", Albus shouted from the doorway of the Gryffindor common room, "Come out, James!"

The passing Gryffindors didn't dare to provoke him at all, and slipped past him cautiously and lightly.

It took a while for Amber Selwyn to crawl out, "Albus, stop shouting. James is in the library."

Albus thanked him with a stiff face, and ran to the library quickly.

Seeing his cloudy face, other people in the library left quickly with interest.Albus soon found James. His twin brother was buried in a pile of documents and he didn't know what to look for.

"Did you do it?" Albus said to James face to face.

James looked up in surprise, "Albus! What?"

"Did you put my name in the Goblet of Fire as a prank?" Albus said coldly.

James has no idea what he's talking about, "What are you farting?!"

"A snake led me to the classroom where the Goblet of Fire was kept that night! Who else can speak Parseltongue but you, do you want to say that Dad did it—"

James flushed with anger, "Are you doubting me? Am I such an inexplicable and sinister person in your eyes?"

They were arguing so loudly that some of the students who hadn't left carefully looked aside.

Albus was speechless, "If—if not you, who else?"

James sneered, "Oh, dear brother, then tell me why I did this? I never doubted you!" He grabbed a handful of materials and threw them on Albus's face, "This is to break the age restriction spell I have always believed in your research data!"

"And you? Am I just a punching bag?" James growled.

Albus bit his lip hard, "James—"

"Go away!" James pushed him aside, striding away from the library.

☆, another small excessive

When Albus stepped into Snape's office the next day, Snape directly handed him a detailed project guide for the current Triwizard Tournament, "Is it really okay to cheat like this?" Albus said lifelessly said.

"Potter obviously thinks that's fine." Snape sneered.

Albus exhaled, "Okay." He took the cheat guide irritably.

"Project number one, snatching the bell from a dragon's neck—" Albus screamed, "Seriously?! Isn't that murder?"

Snape rolled his eyes impatiently, "Stop shouting, boy, you'll survive."

"No! I don't accept—the choice of the damn 'Goblet of Fire', I only accept my own choice!" Albus tore the note into pieces and threw it to the ground with red eyes. Snape stood on the table with his hands folded Beside, looked at him coldly, without the slightest intention to stop him.

However, Albus turned and didn't take two steps when he was knocked down by a sudden, burning pain all over his body, and he screamed miserably, and fell limp to the ground.

Snape tutted and shook his head, "See? I warned you."

"...this is black magic." Albus gritted his teeth and got up, "Why wasn't that torn quilt taken into the Department of Mysteries?"

"This is just the first project. It's very simple. As long as the brain is not missing, there is no problem in winning."

"Win? No, I'm not interested in that." Albus smirked, "My goal is to survive, and the matter of victory should be handed over to Young and Koronis."

"You mean," said Snape blankly, "that the Son of the Savior is going to be passive?"

"The son of the savior is only 13 years old."

"Don't play the rebellious period with me." Snape's face was livid, and he quickly pulled out his wand, "I am not your incompetent, boring and shameless father. If you dare to let Hogwarts be nailed to the pillar of shame, I will Let you die ugly."

After Dominic fell asleep, Charles got up quietly, and took out the inexplicable out-of-print textbook and the weird red liquid in his schoolbag.He carefully cast a few Silencer Charms on Dominique's bed curtains, while pulling his own again tightly.

"Well, theoretically, these two things must be related." Charles whispered to himself, "The thick red liquid is probably blood."

He held up his wand and turned the pages of the book, from beginning to end.

"Damn it, there are at least a few hundred kinds of blood in it."

Charles lay on his back on the bed irritably, "...are you playing tricks...", he tried to talk to his brain, frowning.

Nothing happened, and it made him feel like a schizophrenic lunatic.

"...Actually, you didn't heal at all, right, you monster, you just hid..."

Charles sat up abruptly, rummaged through the clutter by the bed for a long time, and finally found a small bottle of strange herb, "Mantis Grass." Charles frowned and stuffed the mantis grass into his mouth.

The dream will come soon.

Unlike the previous desolate cliffs and aurora, this time it turned out to be at Hogwarts, but this seemed to be a remote corridor, and Charles didn't see anyone.

"Look what I found?" Charles shouted into the dark corridor, "I didn't expect it. If there is something in my head, I'm sorry, but I have the final say."

His voice echoed in the corridor, and there were echoes. If you didn't know it was a dream, it would still be a bit pervasive, "This is my place." Charles murmured, and his wand appeared in his hand immediately .

"Do you still want to kill me? But who are you?"

Braving the thick darkness, he walked forward step by step, "But I don't like this idea at all."

Charles climbed several floors by himself with his wand, and even he was beginning to feel a little baffled, not only was there no one, not even a mouse.

He stopped in front of a portrait and looked thoughtfully at the sleeping wizard in the portrait. He didn't seem to have any impression of this painting.

"Hello?" Charles tapped the drawing board unceremoniously, "Wake up."

The old wizard in the portrait yawned a lot, and squinted at him sleepily, "Where are you Slytherin, get out of here, don't disturb me to sleep."

"When did you hang up, why haven't I seen you?"

The old wizard rolled his eyes, "I don't know, you can ask Dippet yourself." He pulled an old blanket over his head, "Another little Slytherin monster..."

Charles raised his wand a little, and the old wizard almost collapsed because of the fluorescent light, "—Aren't Slytherins all little monsters, huh? Especially your vicious and terrifying prefect, he finally put poor little G Is Ryffindor out?"

"What kind of vicious and terrifying prefect, are you referring to Bazel Sterling?" Charles didn't intend to let him continue to sleep. After all, this is just a half-real illusion, even if a fire burns the painting to him There will be no sense of guilt, "Listen to me, old troll, and make it clear, or I will burn you."

"..." The old wizard's eyes widened in disbelief, which made his eyeballs look like they were about to fall out, "You say it one more time?"

Charles narrowed his eyes and took a few steps back, "The flames—"

"Wait a minute!" the old wizard roared, "How come you don't know the prefect of Slytherin, you are from the Malfoy family, then you should know Riddle very well."

"…do not know."

"So what do you want to know?" the old wizard said impatiently, "You can't just burn me to death."

"Then, what about people? Why is there no one?"

"Are your eyes okay? People are everywhere."

Charles was taken aback and turned around quickly. At this time, the scene turned into a lively Christmas dinner for some reason. Men and women in gorgeous dresses danced on the dance floor.

But no one could see him.

Charles stood in a daze for a while, and decided to find someone to follow, and he found it quickly. After all, Malfoy was so recognizable, his long platinum-blond hair was tied up with a very girly green silk headband, and his face was full of Indifferently, he hugged the blonde beauty in front of him and spun around on the dance floor.

Based on this terrible aesthetic, it is impossible for him to be Malfoy's illegitimate child. Even the dress is tied around the waist. What kind of peacock are these.Charles finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He was standing behind the famous old Malfoy with his arms folded, and the two men had a dead face, and they were doing precise dance moves without any expression, which was really creepy.

"You know, I don't approve of you getting too close to those people." The blonde girl said coldly, but her voice was so small that only her partner and Charles could hear.

"Really, I thought Black would appreciate Mr. Riddle's ideas, Elisa."

Taking advantage of a shift in the tune of a passage, Eliza backed away slightly, curtseyed to him, took the other's hand and walked away.

Malfoy sneered, but he didn't pay much attention to his female companion's ignorance.He looked left and right, no one was paying attention to him, and left with his head raised.

Charles pulled himself together immediately and followed him.

Malfoy walked back to the Slytherin dungeon calmly, and all the students who saw him would walk quickly with their heads down in fear. Charles frowned uncomfortably at the eerie white terror.

Malfoy stood in front of a closed door, looking a bit flustered, but quickly got over it.He lowered his head and adjusted his appearance before raising his hand to knock on the door.

Before he could knock on the door, the door opened, and he took a deep breath, swallowing hard.

Charles poked his head from behind him, and the door was a gloomy place similar to a conference room. Both sides of the long table were full of students in Slytherin school uniforms. They all had solemn and cold faces. At the end of the long table was a The tall black-haired boy stood with his back to the crowd, his hair was combed meticulously, and his hands were casually cupped behind his back.This reminded Charles of the images of the Nazis he had read in books when he was a child, with the same cold expression and elegant posture, with no humanity in his eyes.

"It seems that we have guests." The black-haired Slytherin said slowly.

The two people at the long table looked at the door together. Malfoy was obviously a little frightened. He was silent for a while before he said, "Can I come in, Riddle."

"Oh, I'm not talking about you, Abraxas, but the kid behind you." He turned slightly, revealing an astonishingly handsome side face.

"He has the dirtiest blood in him, kill him." Riddle ordered coldly.

"--what?" Charles was dumbfounded, it was too unreasonable to play his cards.

Malfoy turned to look at him in surprise, drew his wand and shouted, "Avada—"

His wand was instantly knocked off the ground, and another man with short dark blond hair threw him aside viciously. "Don't use the Unforgivable Curse at school, idiot."

"Fractured!"

Charles scrambled to escape, almost getting hit by the Splitting Curse.Why did these people suddenly see him, "Wait—wait a minute!", he shouted in despair to the group of people chasing him behind.

Riddle stepped out gracefully with arms folded, "Are you crazy? Don't damage his body."

"Yes, master." A mean-looking girl said coldly, "The soul is out of the body——"

"fxxk" Charles almost rolls his eyes to the sky, what the hell is going on, mantis grass can make dreams obey his orders, are these illusions trying to rebel.

But the most urgent thing now is to run for your life, after all, running for your life is a human instinct.

As soon as he thought of this, the corridor under his feet seemed to be suddenly split into a huge elevator, and it sank down to the next floor with a bang. The group of Slytherins stood on the edge of the crack angrily, not daring to jump down.

Charles leaned against the wall and panted, a passage was divided among the Slytherins, and Riddle walked slowly to the edge of the crack, looking down at Charles with interest.

"Are you sure you want to go down?" He smiled, but his eyes were so sinister that he wanted to extract snake venom.

Charles didn't bother to talk to him, and as soon as the corridor stabilized, he ran towards a side passage.Riddle's face was gloomy, and he slightly raised his chin to signal to the people around him. They immediately understood and ran to the other end of the corridor, looking for another staircase to go down.

Charles ran for an unknown amount of time without a clue, and finally found an empty classroom to get in, and locked the door tightly.

"What the hell, get up quickly." He slapped himself hard on the face, making a "pop".

Obviously no use.

"What the hell is going on?!" He screamed, using his wand to conjure a small knife, aiming at the palm of his hand, mustered up the courage, and slashed.

"Hiss—" He frowned and watched the blood flow out of the wound. His consciousness was undoubtedly extremely clear, but he just couldn't get up.

"Nott, are you sure that kid is here?"

Someone came, and Charles tiptoed and hid under the pulpit, well hidden.

Damn mantis grass, give me a place to escape, Charles cursed.

"There are only two directions," said the boy named Nott. "What's your opinion, Gagson?"

"I think the filthy Muggle is hiding under the table."

Charles, "...", as a small follower, this person's IQ is too good.

However, before the two people outside the door walked in, Charles found that a dark downward staircase appeared at some point under his feet.

"Thanks, but this escape route is too much."

Nott kicked the door open directly, "I caught you!"

Gargson lit up the classroom and said with a wooden face, "There's no one there."

This staircase seems to have no end. The biggest problem is that it is too dark.As Charles moved down slowly, he drew a cross on his chest, "Yes, ghosts of the wizarding world, I am a Christian, I shall die." He mumbled to himself with his wand in his mouth Soliloquy.

Speaking of which, why does that man named Riddle look familiar, as if he has seen it somewhere.

Wait, he remembered.

The space changed again, and Egbert's face was in front of him. They were in the showroom, and Egbert had an old photo in his hand.

"Who is he?" Charles asked, seeing himself two years younger.

Egbert shook his head two years ago, "I don't know, this happened many years ago, if it wasn't for Malfoy's hair, I wouldn't have recognized it."

Showroom photos, someone will always know who Riddle is.

Slowly, Charles finally came to his senses, looked around blankly, he threw off the group of Slytherins who were chasing him, it was so sudden.

"mygod"

He leaned on the wall dizzily, and found a translucent fluorescent blue unicorn standing at the door of the showroom, looking at him tenderly.

"Hello," Charles waved to him leaning against the wall, "did I see you last time?"

The unicorn blinked, turned and ran away.

Is this for me to keep up with?Charles remembered that he had seen this translucent unicorn in his dream last time, the color and state——

"Are you the patron saint?" Charles felt as if his brain had been electrified, and his whole body was numb. "Are you my patron saint?"

He trotted to catch up, but the unicorn ignored him at all, "Why didn't you show up when I cast the Patronus Charm?"

Before they knew it, they came to the familiar cliff.The weather was fine, and there was no weird green light. Charles could see the silent and magnificent black lake under the cliff.

"Why do I always come to this place." He lowered his head and asked, but was surprised to find that the unicorn had disappeared, leaving him alone.

Dominique was under a lot of pressure under the condemning eyes of Professor Anna Bubaji. He kept poking his good roommate's waist with his elbows, but this young master didn't know what he did last night, so he kept a cold face After arriving in the Muggle Studies classroom, he lay down and fell asleep, no matter how much he kicked or pushed, he had no intention of waking up.

Finally Professor Bubbaji couldn't take it anymore, "That's enough, five points from Slytherin—"

"Professor!" Isabel screamed, "You can't do this, just sleep!"

"It's just sleeping?" Anna imitated Isabel's tone in collapse, "Slytherin will deduct another 5 points!"

The students all took a breath.

Allen covered his face and said, "It's over."

Ever since the fight with Albus, James has been lying limply on the table like a goldfish that keeps flipping its stomach, but instead of sleeping like a Slytherin's impudent viper, James has a bitter and vengeful face. in a daze.

"It won't be over, the big deal is that Professor Bubaji won't be able to sleep for a few nights."

"Father said, if Isabel causes trouble again, even I will be punished." Allen rolled his eyes.

Dominic had no choice but to pinch Charles' waist hard, and now he was going to be finished.

Charles was instantly awakened by the sour and numb pain, "You—"

He fell silent, looking at the professor in shock, his eyes wide open.

"Well, Charles is awake now, so you don't need to deduct points." Dominic smirked at Anna.

Anna: "You are dreaming."

Charles looked at Dominic in horror, gritted his teeth and asked in a low voice, "Why am I here?"

"...There is a class, so you came here, so you are here?" Dominique said in a daze.

"No, I didn't come over." Charles murmured, which was creepy.

"what?"

"Nothing." Charles smiled perfunctorily.

After class, Allen glanced at the door of the classroom and patted James on the shoulder, "Your brother is here."

James pouted, and after packing up the books, he knocked open the door and left.The Gryffindors greeted Albus awkwardly, and Albus looked annoyed at the back of James' seemingly indifferent head.

Dominic gloated, "Look, they're arguing again."

Charles looked dazed, as if overwhelmed, paused, "Oh, I have something to do, you guys go to dinner.", hoping that the old photo is still in the showroom.

"Look, this is a Hogwarts warrior." Isabel smiled strangely, "Potter, how did you break the age limit of the Goblet of Fire?"

Albus glanced at her irritably, just as the senior Slytherin passed by, Albus shouted "Hey! Sterling, your crush is messing with me!"

Ignoring how the Slytherins laughed at Field and Sterling, he chased after James.

He passed a few Gryffindors and grabbed James' arm. "We need to talk."

"What's there to talk about." James sneered, pulling his arm out forcefully.

"I'm sorry," Albus whispered.

"…can not hear."

"Sorry!" Albus yelled.

James was almost deafened by the yelling, "——what are you doing so loudly?!"

"I'm just—I'm just freaked out." Albus smiled wryly.

James put his shoulders, "Come on, don't stand in the middle of the road."

Albus told James in detail about the strange sound that night and how he was severely taught by Snape last night, "That's it, I don't want to compete at all, and I don't want any eternal honor, I care more about my life—"

"But it doesn't make sense," James frowned. "Are you sure that's Parseltongue?"

"Sure, it can't be Dad." Albus laughed dryly, "Oh, no, hurry up and get rid of my idea."

James also laughed dryly, "Believe me, he would rather have coffee with Miss Zhang than do such boring things."

"The strangest thing is that I haven't seen a snake in school for a long time, except for the various carvings in Slytherin." Albus ran his thumb over a small carving on the stair railing. It was a small curled up snake. snake.

"Hey," Albus hissed to it, "can you talk?"

"Yes", the carved little snake raised its head and spit out a tiny letter.

Albus and James looked at each other, and continued to ask, "Do you know where all the snakes in the school have gone?"

“Sorry”

"Have you met anyone else who can speak Parseltongue?"

“Sorry”

James black line, "Do you only know these two words?"

"And it is"

"...It's a waste of time." James looked at Albus, "What to do, are you sure, get the bell off the dragon's neck?"

"Father has written me a cheat guide." Albus rolled his eyes. "Hope Jan and Coronis won't kill me for it."

"...Tell me specifically?"

"Oh," hissed Albus, "like let me drink some Welsh green dragon cub blood before the game, and let the Welsh green dragon run to my hand when the dragon is drawn."

"It's too much." James shook his head condemningly. "This is really the worst cheating I've ever seen."

"Fortunately, there is no blood of that fireball dragon cub in the showroom, otherwise it would be terrible if someone took it away." Albus took out a small bottle of dark green blood from his schoolbag, the glass bottle was very old Dirty and made the liquid in it look disgusting and undrinkable.

"—there is such a thing in the showroom." James wrinkled his face and pushed away the small glass bottle in front of him.

"That place is Ravenclaw heaven," Albus sighed.

"Freak, nerd."

Albus smiled, "Thank you for the compliment."

The author has something to say: I am a bit busy at work recently, it is difficult to guarantee the update time, sorry

☆, you are all sick

Harry sat behind the table, holding an emerald-studded pen between his fingers, and tapped the table again and again, making a "da da" sound.

Ron finally couldn't take it anymore, "Dude, stop knocking, this expensive museum pen is about to break."

Harry leaned his head back in the chair with difficulty. "I just have a headache - can Hermione finish her leave? I need her."

Ron shuddered, "I dare not ask her."

"Fine." Harry stood up and adjusted his straight windbreaker in a good-tempered manner. Since his work became more and more busy, he discovered the advantages of windbreakers, even though some old-fashioned wizards would accuse him of bringing Muggle style to him. Into the Ministry of Magic, but, whocare?

Most importantly, the windbreaker brought him another benefit, for which he would wear all kinds of windbreakers and lie in the coffin.

"Well, Harry Potter has started his mysterious actions again." Ron joked, "By the way, haven't you explained to my sister the little accident that happened to her child?"

Harry raised his hand to look at the non-existent watch, "Good question, I believe she will come and kill me before sunset tomorrow."

"Yeah, I know, you're going to find that villain who cruelly bullied us and gave me nightmares throughout my childhood." Ron hammered his back with a smirk, "Tell me how the villain became the second big Hard-to-die boy."

"That's why I need little Mrs. Weasley, but I don't care about it anymore." Harry took out the Marauder's Map from the drawer and handed it to Ron, "The school is in your hands, I need To treat the dreaded Occlumency syndrome."

"Yes, yes, you are going for treatment."

"Oh, shut up."

When he Apparated to the mansion area of ​​Muggle London, he missed it. The whole high-end apartment was not lit. He walked around to the garage of the house, and the eye-catching silver supercar was not there.

"Henry II!" Harry held out his hand to the snowy owl standing on the parrot stand in the living room, and Henry II stretched out his wings and flew into his arms.

"Where's your master?"

"Cuckoo-"

"Going out so late?" Harry worried, and given their tragic past, he couldn't be blamed for being overly concerned. "Where did he go?"

"I don't know? Well, goodboy." Harry stroked the feathers on Henry II's back comfortingly. Get ready to get sick.

When Ashley came home, what he saw was a handsome and tall man like an abandoned puppy, with red eyes, hugging Henry II on the sofa, and several empty champagne bottles on the carpet.

"Potter, don't tell me you're going to cry—wait a minute, are you drinking these 20-pound bottles of champagne?" Ashley said sarcastically, a huge gray long haired dog.

Harry's eyes lit up with surprise, "I thought you were killed—"

"It wasn't missing, it wasn't killed." Ashley smiled wryly and picked up the big dog, "and brought Henry back. It's too dirty, and Alex didn't even give him a bath."

"It's simple," Harry stepped forward and put his arm around his waist, "clean it up."

Henry's gray and tangled long hair instantly became slippery and shiny. Ashley was taken aback by him. Henry writhed and jumped back to the ground, his tail wagging fast.

Harry leaned on the side of his neck in a daze, "Well, I'm more useful than your distant relative..."

Ashley casually lay on his back like a starfish, and skillfully went to the kitchen to boil a pot of hot water.Harry hugged him tightly, not wanting to let go even an inch. Merlin knew that he would faint if he let go now, and he didn't want to be sent to a Muggle hospital by Draco to give him a random name and ask for another name. Arrested by the Muggle police as an illegal immigrant.

"I've never seen you do this kind of house elf thing... Merlin... what will your father think when he sees it, he will think it's all my fault, and then try his best to take you away from me... "

The person in his arms paused, "My father?" he whispered.

"Yeah," Harry stroked his soft blond hair resentfully, and Eli could feel every quiver in his chest as he spoke, "I should have taken you back, but it's a bit dangerous and I won't let You have stepped into the wizarding world!" Harry said excitedly.

"Okay, you're very ill." Ai Li turned around with difficulty, stuffed a piece of Valium into his wet lips, and handed the glass of hot water to him with one hand, "Swallow it quickly, and then Drink water."

Well, Harry hasn't met this kind of intimate tenderness for a long time, "How did you manage to look like shit to others, and look like a different person in front of me? My dear, I'm beginning to suspect that you are mentally ill. "

"I'm nice to everyone." Ellie was puzzled, "I'm just arrogant, but not