Harder Aurora

Afterwards, the Walkers and his wife had lingering fears. Anyone who opened their eyes in the middle of the night and found a person staring straight at him would be scared to death, even if he looked like an angel, he would be an angel that would scare people to death.Fortunately, the Walkers were not ordinary Muggles, so they packed Charles up and sent him to the hospital for a thorough examination. The personal doctor Jenny studied for several weeks before saying that it might be schizophrenia caused by premature birth and incomplete development.

At first, Davis thought that Dr. Jenny was talking nonsense, but after taking the prescription Valium for a period of time, he really got better. Although he still sleepwalked, he would sometimes chatter when he caught a wild snake in the garden. Not sure what baby language to say, but at least it's not as scary anymore as The Shining.

"Anyway, if you have any questions, you must tell your parents, you know?"

"I know." Charles smiled obediently, his eyes were narrowed, and the color of the eyeballs could not be seen clearly.

The moon was extraordinarily bright tonight, and the silent mansion was illuminated by the moonlight. The blond boy lying in the middle of the quilt suddenly opened his eyes. The green eyes that used to be in his eyes were gone, and there was only a ghostly dark red. Lights like cameras that represent surveillance, exuding malevolent evil.

He sat up slowly, his limp platinum hair disheveled, a few strands falling over his eyes.Charles sat by the bed for a while, then walked slowly to the cabinet at home where the medicine box was kept, rummaged through it for a while, and took out a few bottles of Valium.

Charles didn't turn on the light, and walked to the toilet with the bottles of medicine in his arms. He unscrewed each bottle and poured all the pills inside into the toilet. Finally, he pressed the flush button, and the dense white pills were immediately swirled into the sewer.

Davis put his arms around his wife halfway. He was not sleeping soundly. His eyes rolled rapidly under his eyes. It was a cold winter night in Brooklyn. The inside of the car was as warm as ever. The roads in the suburbs were almost covered with snow. There was a power outage, and there were no street lights on the road, only the high beams on the front of the car, which illuminated a small passage in the dark ice and snow world, and the wheels were stuck in the snow, unable to move forward or backward...

The street lights on both sides of the road suddenly turned on, and then went out quickly, illuminating a large area in an instant, allowing him to see a fallen figure suddenly appearing in the snow ahead...

He opened the car door carefully, and Louise was still in the car wrapped in down. He moved forward against the wind and snow, and when he was about to see clearly, a feeling of being peeped rushed up his back——

Davis woke up with a start, drenched in cold sweat. He looked around the room in a panic and inexplicably. There was no one there, and the door was closed. Only the French windows on the balcony were not closed tightly, and the curtains were blown by the wind. .He breathed a sigh of relief, got out of bed and closed the French windows firmly.

Godric's old Potter house was facing an embarrassing silence, Harry finally decided to have a good talk with his two sons, and even asked for a leave of absence to make a cheese pizza according to the Muggle recipe-although It failed, the outside was charred and the inside was raw, but the cheese still smelled very good.

Albus took a bite, his expression was indescribable, he silently put down the knife and fork, silently stared at the vase on the table in a daze.

"Is it really that bad?" Harry laughed dryly.

James didn't move at all. He played with his fingers for a while before saying, "Mom's cooking is more delicious."

Come, Harry felt his throat was dry instantly, he really couldn't do this kind of thing, "When she comes back, you can have it."

Albus maintained a silent posture looking at the vase, as if he was thinking about some big academic problem in magic.James curled his lips in disdain, "I hope Luna Lovegood will not do worse than you."

"Polites, James!" Harry scowled angrily, "And it has nothing to do with Luna."

"That's it?" James raised his mouth mockingly.

Harry suddenly found that he didn't know how to communicate with James. Even though they couldn't fall in love with Ginny all these years, they still did everything they could to take care of the two children. It's not that he couldn't feel James' recent indifference and hostility. But when it came time to face it, it still hurt a lot.

He lowered his head and rubbed his hair in distress, "Your imagination is too strong, James, I never had this plan."

"It would be someone else if it wasn't Aunt Luna! 'Blonde hair', right?" James said sharply, imitating Hermione's tone.

"Enough!" Harry said, his eyes were terribly bright when he was angry, and his emerald green eyes seemed to be on fire. James cringed a little in fear, but straightened up immediately, his eyes flushed.

"We will formally divorce next time Ginny comes back." Harry said lightly, suppressing his tumbling emotions.

Tears poured out without warning, James stood up abruptly, wiped his eyes fiercely, threw the plate on the floor and ran to the fireplace to grab a handful of Floo powder, "No. 3 Colter Square!", As he spoke, he disappeared into the burning flames.

Harry hammered the table with a "bang", "What the hell is that place?"

"...Amber Selwyn's house." Albus said softly when he realized that he and Harry were the only ones left.

"So James really wants to marry Selwyn?" Harry asked through gritted teeth, still angry.

Albus was silent for a while, and then said lightly, "As far as I know, they won't be more ambiguous than you and Aunt Luna." After speaking, he nodded slightly, got up and left the table.

Harry slumped on the chair. The usually majestic and handsome Director of the Department of Legal Enforcement looked like a big dog abandoned by the whole world. In fact, this was not wrong, he was just a poor man who was abandoned by the whole world. The worm is no different from the boy who squatted helplessly in front of the Mirror of Erised 20 years ago.

No, the current Harry Potter is even more pathetic.

If there are any truly close people left by Harry in this world, there are actually not many. Ron, Hermione, and Ginny are life-and-death acquaintances and best friends, while James and Albus are his best friends. Everything, should be said to be the only thing left.

He used to have a lot, such as Lily and James when he was just born, that is, his parents. In his only remaining childhood memories, Lily and James are related to a children's Quidditch trial, and Voldemort's fight. Two Avada Kedavra on their chests.

Later, Sirius was finally found—oh no, it should be said that Sirius finally found him, this great man who was expelled from the Black family, after more than ten years of torture, plus a month of eating mice After living for a living, he was trapped in Grimmauld Place for two years almost as if he was under house arrest, and was finally beaten in the chest by Bellatrix in front of Harry with Avada Kedavra.

Speaking of Bellatrix's crazy biao, Harry had to think of that little blond bastard in Slytherin. After all, Bellatrix was his aunt, which was really scary.Oh, and then the little bastard was thrust into a top-secret mission by Voldemort, which was to assassinate Dumbledore.When Harry grew up, dreaming back to the beginning, he was amazed by Voldemort's vision of choosing people. How did the Dark Lord make everyone do things that were not suitable for them?For example, Draco assassinated Dumbledore. Anyone with a little brain can see that Draco Malfoy has no intention of killing people. Fortunately, Snape helped him complete the task in the end. Yes, Dumbledore, His mentor in life was knocked into the air by Snape with Avada Kedavra in front of him, and fell off the Astronomy Tower.

The fifth person to be killed by Avada Kedavra in front of Harry was Draco.Harry stared blankly at the leftovers of the pizza on the table. He also made pizza for Draco back then, and it was even more unpalatable at that time, but the delicate young master Malfoy still condescended to swallow it, and Harry was so moved The man rubbed against the carpet of Grimmauld Place for a long time, until he was mercilessly interrupted by Narcissa and Hermione.Oh, back to how Draco died, Harry remembers very clearly, he was going to meet Voldemort's one-on-one challenge, but Draco ran out of the castle in disobedience, crying and saying that there was something very important Be sure to tell him.

He was still wearing Harry's Muggle hoodie, his platinum blonde hair was blown tousled by the wind, his gray-blue eyes were more beautiful than any sky, and there was a faded Mickey Mouse printed on the hoodie .

And then suddenly Voldemort appeared, "Avada Kedavra," and he remembered every syllable Voldemort said, how his tongue slid over every letter.A green light hit Draco's chest, his expression froze for a moment, and then he fell back off the cliff.

He will never forget it in his life.

☆, James who opened the door to a new world

Davis woke up early in the morning and heard the sound of rummaging through the house. He carefully picked up the baseball bat and followed the sound, and found that it was Charles who was looking for something in the medicine cabinet, all kinds of mess The medicines were placed all over the floor.

"Charles, what are you looking for?" Davis asked, putting down his baseball bat and squatting beside his son.

Charles's green eyes were really confused, and his short platinum blonde hair was in a mess. It looked like he had just woken up and hadn't washed up. "The medicine bottles are all empty!", and then showed Davis the empty medicine bottles.

"Strange, I obviously prepared a lot of them at home," Davis rubbed his stubbled chin, "It's too late to buy them now, you're going back to England in the afternoon, and your mother and I will send them over by then. "

Charles put down the empty bottle embarrassingly. If you send it over, it will definitely be confiscated, and you can only drink those inferior potions, "Okay then."

"By the way," Charles suddenly raised his head and asked, "how is uncle?"

Unexpectedly, Charles would suddenly mention Ashley Cooper. He touched the bridge of his nose uncomfortably, and said, "I have already settled in the best hospital here, and said that there is the latest treatment method...Have you packed your things? Is it enough?" money?"

"I want to say goodbye to my uncle." Charles said innocently.

James didn't go back to Godric's Hill until the day he went back to school. Harry went straight to Colter Square a few times, but James hid in Amber's room as soon as he saw him, and Harry couldn't go straight to Miss Selwyn. In order to catch people in the room, I could only say a bunch of "thank you for taking care" with Mr. Selwyn with a fake smile, and I could only leave with a stiff smile every time I was so angry that my face turned blue.

Amber was very curious about the quarrel between their father and son. Mr. Selwyn also asked his daughter many times, but what James said was that "the pizza he made was terrible", "it was raw", "I don't want to be poisoned" and so on. Don't say that, she is also very helpless, but she still happily does homework with James every day. "Amber, my father believes that you will become Mrs. Potter." Every time I think of my father's advice, Amber will be a little affectionate to James. Good friend.

James didn't bring his luggage with him, and when he arrived at the station with Amber in the end, Harry took it with Albus. When James saw his father, he turned his head and got on the train with a straight face. Of course, Amber was also fast. chased after him.

Albus held his share of luggage, looking nonchalant.

Harry had no choice but to ruffle Albus's hair, and was about to leave when he heard Albus yell, "Walker!".

Harry followed the reputation, and found that it was the blond boy who quarreled with his son in Diagon Alley last year. In the past year, James always wrote letters saying how evil and abominable this Slytherin Muggle was, how playing college politics made the whole Slytherin Leitlin, the first grader, obediently followed behind him, how to use despicable means to force Ginny away...

"Potter." The blond boy heard someone calling his name, and lazily walked over with a schoolbag that looked expensive at first glance, and a dark gray scarf around his neck.

It would have been more like a bit of hairspray, Harry curled his fingers uncomfortably.

"You look like you're having a great summer," Albus said with narrowed eyes.

Seeing Charles' puzzled face, Albus coughed, "You'll know when you get back to school."

Harry couldn't resist joining the conversation between the two boys, "Why are you alone, Mr. Walker?"

It was only then that Charles looked at Harry, the most important man in the wizarding world, he raised his head obediently, his bangs resting softly on his forehead, "My parents always have various things that need to be busy, and I haven't sent you yet , Mr. Potter."

He was so obedient, Harry couldn't imagine how such an angelic boy could be the mutated poisonous snake described by James, and he probably had the same temper as a young master like Draco at most.Looking at the soft platinum blonde hair, Harry couldn't help but reach out and stroke the top of his head.

James didn't go far on the train, but just found a box at random and looked at Harry sulking through the glass window. Harry had no idea what associations this gesture of goodwill would bring to James.

James was completely blown away, he stood up suddenly with his eyes wide open, and Amber was startled, "James! What's wrong?"

"And she's blond, light blond..." James suddenly realized that he had found the truth, Harry was not interested in Luna not because of anything else, but because her hair color was not light enough!What Harry likes is Charles Walker's platinum-blond hair. He must be looking for the Slytherin's mutant Muggle viper to get close to him, and then to get information about Mrs. Walker-James found out the truth, and he was trembling all over.

"James!" Amber grabbed his arm in panic, "What's wrong with you? I'll go find Mr. Potter—"

"Wait," James woke up and grabbed Amber's palm in turn, but he didn't notice the beautiful girl blushing quietly, "No, I see, Walker must know, he deliberately approached Dad to introduce him to a girlfriend, Just to torture me."

"..." Amber thought for a while, then said carefully, "I think you misunderstood something?"

"He forced his mother to leave school last year, and now he deliberately approached her. There must be some ulterior secret!" James bit his lower lip in distress. He couldn't let Ginny be abandoned. He was not the kind of careless Albus Ravenclaw of lungs, he couldn't let Ginny get any harm.

Thinking of Albus, James lay down on the table in the side room aggrievedly. Their relationship had become a lot less since they were sorted last year, and they usually went to him, either in the library or in class, and even during the summer vacation, they didn’t have enough time to have a good chat. , after all he's been in Colt Square most of the time, and Albus doesn't seem to particularly dislike Walker.

Until the train arrived at Hogwarts, James was in a half-dead state vowing to lie on the table and shut himself up, but he kept thinking about how to smash Walker's conspiracy, Merlin's beard, and now he liked Luna a little bit.

"Why are they so depressed?", Amber asked, looking at the long Slytherin table.

Indeed, the few little tails who usually follow Walker have changed from their usual arrogance, and they are all sick instead.

"That's because they are all locked up," Allen Field chuckled, "Isabel can't leave home for the whole summer vacation."

"Why?" Gryffindors were aroused with curiosity, only James was still staring at the golden head in disgust.

"Because they fought with Walker, you know, pure-blood wizard families always have a lot of opinions on this kind of Muggle-style duel." Field said veiledly.

"...Really?" Someone began to eagerly try.

James rested his chin and thought for a while, picked up a cream cake and walked towards Slytherin.

"Obviously, Muggle families, especially Americans, don't get locked up for fighting." Field raised his forehead.

Seeing that another good show was about to be staged, the lobby gradually became quiet, and people from all colleges poked their heads to watch.

But Charles obviously didn't pay attention to the menacing Gryffindor. After he comforted his partner who had been in confinement for the whole vacation, he was picked on by Basil Sterling. After the whole vacation, the senior was even taller. , looking down at Charles.

"I want you to know, Muggles, that fighting is an insult to Slytherin, and that your behavior has made our whole house a laughing stock in the wizarding world, and I don't see any improvement in your accent—"

Charles was grimacing, enduring the prefect's sneering taunts, when he suddenly felt wind in the back of his head. His experience in the varsity football team made him squat down immediately, and the piece of sweet cream cake was slapped directly on Sterling's face.

James did throw it at the blond hair. If you ask him what color he hates the most, he would say green before, but now gold definitely ranks first.

"Potter!" Sterling screamed, "you stupid troll, I'll definitely write to Mr. Potter!"

Charles stood up expressionlessly, and silently took a few steps away from Sterling, who was covered in cream.

"I'm sorry, it's just a slippery hand." James shrugged indifferently, saying that James ignored the rest of the people and left on his own, and he didn't care whether Basil Sterling would write to Ha Harry complained, in fact, he would be happier if he wrote it, at least it would make Harry pay attention to his attitude.

"It's hard to imagine that Mr. Potter would tolerate his son living with his girlfriend so early, and now he has fallen to the point of needing the support of an upstart like Selwyn?" Sterling wiped the face hard Cream, shouted to James' back.

Everyone gasped, and Amber's eyes were red on the spot, and she ran out crying.

"It's over." Charles applauded Sterling silently.

However, James just stopped for a moment, turned his head and gave Sterling a cold look—Sterling couldn't help but take half a step back—and then turned his head and left the auditorium.

Charles narrowed his eyes. James Potter was not in the right shape today. After thinking about it, he looked at Sterling's embarrassing action of rubbing cream, and smiled obediently.

James didn't go after Amber to comfort her, nor did he go back to the dormitory. The Gryffindor lion cub was like an abandoned kitten wandering around the school in a low mood on the first day of the new term.

Just walking to a corner, a carved stone door suddenly appeared on the originally flat wall.

James stopped involuntarily, and looked at the sudden entrance curiously, "...the Room of Requirement?", he murmured, stretched out his hand to push the door open, and entered the space inside.

Inside were piles of black and lacquered debris. James remembered that Walker was fined to tidy up the Hogwarts showroom before. He heard from Albus that there were some precious materials about the history of Hogwarts, but he was never interested in those things. I'm interested, so I haven't seen it.

But the group in front of him is obviously more personal, and there are all kinds of strange things. James even saw a birdcage that was at least two meters high, but the rest could not see the general outline.James walked in and took a look, only to find that there were burn marks on it, and almost everything was burnt. A stack of paper-like things turned into ashes when James touched it lightly.

It suited his state of mind, James thought.

Of course, not everything was burned. James picked up a pile of unknown items with his feet. After the ash on the outside peeled off, the preserved part inside was exposed.It turned out to be a relatively long chair.

James looked at the chair silently for a while, and decided that he would not sit down even if he died.He sighed, took out his magic wand and transformed himself into a small fabric sofa—exactly the same as the one in his room, and lay down on it tiredly.

However, as soon as he lay on it, the fabric sofa turned over unsteadily, and James fell into a pile of charred things, and now even his face was stained with large pieces of black ash.

"!!!" He was about to scream, why was he so unlucky, he was simply a wizard abandoned by Merlin.

The culprit was quickly found. It turned out that one leg of the sofa was stuck on a book, which made the whole sofa unstable.

James frowned and picked up the dusty book, only to find that the cover had been burned, but because of this the owner's name had also been burned.James turned the scorched pages of the book, and the beautiful cursive characters came into view. This is a diary that has been dusty for many years.

☆, James is a Quidditch master

The owner of this diary is probably a pure-blooded nobleman. James silently assessed that after all, not everyone can write such cursive calligraphy like a copybook. It takes years of training to master it.Harry and Ginny couldn't do it, Albus could barely, and James couldn't do it himself.

James lazily turned to the first page. After all, he had nothing to do now, and it would be interesting to explore the mind of a mysterious Hogwarts student.

"...Mudblood actually learned Polyjuice Potion in the second grade..." Aha, he is indeed a pure-blood wizard, maybe he is a Slytherin, and this diary is not the owner's first, "... annoying The Mudblood dared to hit me, Dad will definitely make that bird pay the price..."

It's very exciting, probably the kind Harry said, an extreme pure-blood supporter, but why does James think that this little nobleman will have something romantic with the Mudblood?

James gave up watching every page and turned directly to the middle, trying to see the finale as soon as possible.

"...I have to admit that the Mudblood is indeed very beautiful, no wonder he was fascinated by that big guy, and even chased him to the library..." Sure enough, James sat up excitedly, "...That Ravenclaw didn't agree to Scarhead , I’m so self-indulgent.” It stopped abruptly at this point, and it was really a diary without beginning and end.

Flipping through a few more pages, "...his most important person is that weasel, which is great. I should have known that every time I called the weasel poor, he wanted to kill me..."" …Haha, his Ravenclaw sister is someone else's, and of course I'm not very happy, hahahahaha."

There seems to be something wrong with this tone. According to James' limited knowledge, it is more like jealousy. Could it be that the owner of this diary is a girl? "...I don't understand why I'm unhappy? We have hated each other since the first grade, and we will never have a normal conversation in this life. A dirty half-breed should spend his whole life in a rat's den with poor ghosts."

It seems that this half-burnt diary still hides a secret love-hate relationship. James really wants to study it page by page, but unfortunately he has to start class again later, so he has to put the diary in his schoolbag first, and wait for someone to learn. Only then can I take a look slowly.Although prying into other people's privacy doesn't seem very good, but I don't know how many years ago it was based on the quality of the paper. Maybe the owner has died long ago, and James has no psychological burden.

"Charles! What are you doing?" Egbert was about to send some letters, but when he arrived at the school's owl mailing room, he saw a light golden head by accident.

Charles didn't look back, and when he tied an envelope to a piebald owl's foot, he said lazily, "I'm sending a letter, Egbert."

Egbert raised his eyebrows in surprise, "If I remember correctly, haven't you been sending letters to Professor Bubaji? Because your parents can't receive letters from owls. Of course, I believe it's because owls can't." Fly over the sea."

Charles paused, shrugged and said, "One must learn to grow."

"You are not the one who can say such sour words. The things you send are not for your parents, and you can't let them know."

Charles' eyes widened in surprise, "Where's your cleverness, Egbert? Didn't the house rules tell you not to pry into Slytherin's privacy?"

Egbert's pretty face flushed red, and he pursed his lips uneasily, "I didn't mean that, but I couldn't help asking, I apologize to you."

Seeing how nervous Senior Ravenclaw was, Charles lost his temper. He looked at Egbert's slightly drooping eyes with a guilty expression, "Um, I was joking too." With a sweet smile, the whole owl hut was instantly filled with sunshine.

"Come on, let's go to the hall together?" Egbert laughed, and touched the top of Charles' hair with his eyebrows curved.

"Why do you all like to touch the top of my head so much? It is said that if you touch too much, you will not grow taller." Charles complained.

The two walked to the hall side by side, chatting with each other, "Why do you also send things to the school owl, as far as I know, you have an owl." Charles asked.

"Dora was bitten by a snake and is now being treated at Professor Hagrid's. It happens to be my sister's birthday, so I can only find the school owl to send a birthday card."

Charles opened his mouth to say something, but changed his mind when he rolled his eyes, "Do you have a sister?"

Egbert didn't pay attention to the change in his expression, and nodded, "I haven't told you about my family, our family ran to seek refuge before the Wizarding War, and I decided when I received the letter from Hogwarts. Let's go back to England and settle down together. My younger sister, Liz, goes to school at Beauxbatons."

"What is Beauxbatons?"

"You will know in the next year. I received news that the Ministry of Magic is planning to re-hold the Goblet of Fire wizarding competition. At that time, several schools in Europe will come."

"Okay, I have more questions." Charles rolled his eyes.

It was dinner time, and the hall was filled with the noise of tableware clashing and students chatting. Charles was surprised to find that Anna Bubbaji was standing at the long Slytherin table, obviously waiting for him.The Slytherins all looked unhappy and sat far away from her. Anna seemed to have gotten used to the Slytherin's attitude long ago, and just stood there with her hips akimbo.

"It seems that you are in trouble." Egbert joked.

Charles puffed up his face, "What a difficult woman."

He walked to the college table, and the Slytherins gave him winks and winks, which probably meant "get her away, it's too embarrassing for the Muggle studies professor to stand here", Charles nodded slightly as if giving up.

"Professor." Charles said hello.

Anna narrowed her eyes, and handed out a piece of paper with a "wow", "I really didn't expect, Walker, that you got 0 points in Muggle Studies last semester."

"..." Charles was speechless for a moment.

The auditorium was silent for a few seconds, and even louder laughter broke out in an instant, and several Slytherin students gasped.

"You actually took Muggle Studies as an elective?" Isabel was shocked.

"Obviously Mr. Walker felt that he could easily get the credits, and he fell asleep during class." Anna automatically answered the question for him.

"...", Charles decided to defend himself, "If you can get points easily, why not?", he said sharply, "Also, there must be something wrong with your answer."

As he spoke, he took the test paper, narrowed his eyes and said, "For example, this, the function of the fan: to cool people down, is there any problem with this?"

Anna said with a straight face, "The function of the fan is to attack your enemies."

"...." Charles was dumbfounded.

"Well, Professor," a Gryffindor cautiously entered the conversation, "the fan is what keeps you cool, and I'm a Muggle-born."

Charles sat down lazily, "Professor, I doubt how you got your teaching qualification. Let me see again, who invented the electric light?"

"Newton." Anna replied subconsciously.

"What does the windmill do?"

"Hypnosis."

"...", Charles was completely speechless, and several Muggle-born Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs couldn't help laughing.

"Professor, I suggest that you review the test paper again, otherwise I will be shocked and write to my father." Charles said aggrievedly.

Anna's face was blue and white, and she hurriedly fled the scene covering her face.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha" Isabel laughed sharply.

"You must be a lady, Isabel, or your father will be locked up again when he knows." Erilo Boleyn glanced at her and said coolly.

"By the way, why haven't you seen those two Potters recently?" Charles asked.

"It will be the first Quidditch match in a few days. Gryffindor vs. Ravenclaw. Both Potters are Seekers. They are either in class or training recently." Erilo said reservedly.

"You still pay attention?" Charles smiled.

Ariel froze subconsciously, and explained, "They're all talking—"

"Admit it, Boleyn, boys who play Quidditch are really handsome." Isabel sneered.

Dominique also sat down with the basic book in his arms, "And the Ministry of Magic approved a large sum of money this time to repurchase the school's morning sweepers, all of which are the latest Lightning 5."

"Why is this kind of activity so popular? Don't their eggs hurt?" Charles said coolly.

Several Slytherins felt pain, "It's wrong to say such things in front of a lady." Isabel half got up and stuffed Charles with a piece of bread.

"Hufflepuff has started betting on which Potter will win." Dominic was eager to try.

"I advise you not to waste your life and money on these boring places."

"Your life is spent idly spending endless money."

Charles turned his head and thought for a while, "Yes, thank you for your appreciation."

Days of Quidditch training made James completely forget about the diary, and the whole first year of not being able to chase that cunning golden snitch was driving him crazy.Although Albus never showed his enthusiasm, James just knew that his brother was ready to give him a hard fight.

Naturally, Weasley would not miss the Gryffindor team. Captain Adrian was the son of Bill Weasley and Fleur Delacour, and Charlie Weasley's son Evan was the goalkeeper.Adrian obviously had high hopes for James, pulling him to train every day, and sometimes bumping into Ravenclaw's team was also training, and that scene was more sparkly than meeting Slytherin.

"You must be very familiar with Albus's level. We must take advantage of his weaknesses during the competition. Only by catching the Golden Snitch faster than him can we win." Adrian said earnestly.

But he is also familiar with me, James complained silently, but still said firmly, "Okay."

As Adrian released the little golden ball, the Golden Snitch flickered a few times before disappearing into the sky.

James immediately got on his broom and started training.

He flew to a very high position, squinting his eyes and searching the entire range of the castle for a barely visible golden dot.

After circling several times against the wind, James noticed a small dot flashing very quickly close to the ground. He immediately grasped the handle and leaned over at full speed.

The speed close to the limit made the Gryffindor players break out in a cold sweat, "Be careful! Don't break your neck before the game!" Adrian shouted.

Of course, James couldn't hear what he was shouting, and he almost hit the ground within a few seconds. He immediately yanked the broom hard and made a sharp turn at an extremely clever angle. The inertia almost made him unable to hold the broom tightly.He let go of one hand, and like a flying fish caught in a fishing net, the Snitch crashed right into his outstretched fingers.

"Beautiful!" The Gryffindor players applauded vigorously, and ran towards the young Seeker, cheering.

"Catch the snitch in 3 minutes!" Evan said with admiration.

However, they didn't know that several people were standing in the classroom on the height of the castle, watching this scene through the window.

"It's really powerful." Connor Stock couldn't help but nodded.

Charles lazily leaned against the window, resting his chin in boredom, "Is it really that powerful?"

"I don't know if Albus Potter is on the same level as his younger brother, but our team will definitely lose." Connor paused, and said regretfully, "Our Seeker is Sterling."

"I have a question—no, it should be said that I don't know if it's necessary. In fact, it's a bit boring, but I think it will be fun, so I want to ask for your opinion."

"What?" Connayan