Harder Aurora

Help him, for Jesus' sake, it's the Dark Lord.

"Let's go back." James frowned and put on his school uniform, "I'm going to see Albus, Merlin, I'm really worried about him."

"I've also heard about the second project."

"His ribs are just healing, how can he get through the Forbidden Forest full of dementors?" James sighed worriedly.

☆, transition

Charles couldn't concentrate for the rest of the time, there was no way, he was too sleepy, and he had been relying on all kinds of espresso to refresh himself. In order to avoid the dark circles from being too scary, he secretly got a box of foundation to cover the dark under eyes Dare to go out to class.

He has already thought of a way, but this method is a bit risky, and it is easy to find the existence of the Dark Lord. At that time, he can only die with that monster. He can only hope that after the Dark Lord comes out To be able to run away honestly, instead of jumping to the savior to seek revenge.

And now, he still needs some information.

James was sitting at the desk, with a quill in his hand, writing quickly without knowing what to say. He stayed up in the middle of the night, and Charles couldn't find a chance to slip out.

He narrowed his eyes and kicked a corner of the quilt away with his feet, "Why don't you go to sleep, what time is it?"

James turned his head to look at him, "Why does it feel weird..."

"What's wrong?"

"You look like my mother." James burst out laughing.

Charles gritted his teeth, picked up a pillow and threw it on his face, "You know, Potter, I've never been tired of making you feel uncomfortable, do you want to continue living the life of being bullied every day? Do you want to add a kilogram of meth to the pumpkin juice you drink every day?"

"Leave me alone." James closed his homework, but instead of lying down on the bed immediately, he began to get dressed.

"I don't have time to sleep with you tonight. I'm going to find Albus and Dad. They're talking about the second project."

"Get out, I don't need you to sleep with me."

James made a face at him, "Yes, yes, it's kind of you to go back and find Brown to sleep with you."

"Get out."

After James closed the door, Charles quickly took out the Marauder's Map from his schoolbag. How did the spell say, "I swear I won't do good."

wrong.

"I solemnly swear that I will do no good?"

There was a reaction now, James' little dot had just left the common room, and Albus and his father were in Snape's office, not far away.

When Charles walked down the tower, he was surprised to see Amber sitting on the ground blankly, holding a cushion in his hand, "What are you doing?"

Amber reacted immediately when she heard his voice, as if a switch had been pressed, her head jerked up, and Charles took a step back in fright, damn ghost.

"Owner--"

"Shut up," Charles slapped the cushion she was still clutching, "did you just see James?"

"No." She replied obediently.

"Then what are you doing here?"

"I thought you might need my help."

Charles touched his chin, "Forget it, you come here."

At this time, the Forbidden Forest was not unexpectedly quiet. The footsteps of more than a dozen people awakened many magical creatures. Some fine light clusters circled messily among the thick tree trunks, and were finally interrupted by a spell.

"I don't understand, what are we doing here so late." Ron clenched his wand tightly in his hand, his face impatient.

Madame Madeleine sneered, "It seems that you haven't searched this place seriously at all, Weasley."

Ron also sneered like her, "The front is the defensive boundary of the dementors, who would be in such a place."

"I told Minister Kingsley long ago that you lack rigorous character, but it's a pity that you have Mr. Potter as your guarantee." Madeleine clicked her tongue and raised her chin contemptuously.

The other dozen Aurors were so embarrassed that they didn't dare to speak out. They simply held up their wands tacitly and dispersed, not wanting to get involved in the quarrel between them.

"It's better than you as Mr. Olsen's lover." Ron said softly, only the two of them could hear.

Madeleine paused and gave him a hard look, but said nothing.

"Mr. Weasley!" A very young Oro noticed something sharp-eyed. He called Ron over loudly, while slowly squatting down, observing the moss that was opened in front of him in confusion.

Ron was too lazy to talk nonsense with Madeleine. The two of them ran to young Auror's place together and arrived almost at the same time. "What's the situation?"

Oro turned his body sideways so that others could see the abnormal moss, "It was dug up." He carefully lifted the moss, "There is fabric!"

Ron's face was livid, "Dig it out."

A few Oromas, who looked to be in their early 20s, raised their wands and carefully removed the dirt covering the cloth.

Madeleine smiled triumphantly, "Look, I knew there would be a problem here."

Ron didn't answer her, he squatted down carefully covering his nose, and looked intently at the fabric that gradually became clear, "This is Gryffindor's uniform." A bold speculation appeared in his mind, the missing Alan Field is probably buried here.

"He's alive!" an Oro exclaimed in relief, "just petrified!"

Ron almost lost his strength and sat on the mud floor. Fortunately, the years of Oro's career allowed him to retain the dignity he deserved.

"Be careful, get people out."

Charles held Selwyn's hand very responsibly, avoided all ghosts and Filch according to the instructions of the Marauder's Map, and slipped all the way to the empty classroom next to Snape's office.

After closing the door, Charles let go of the dazed Amber's hand, knelt down and put his ear against the wall adjacent to the office.

Amber opened her mouth as if to say something, and Charles put his finger on his lips to signal her not to speak.

"...at least 100 dementors to deal with....the most important thing..." Harry's voice came faintly, but it was still too small, he could only hear a few slurred words.

Amber stood blankly for a while, although she could not speak a word under Charles's order, but due to the effect of magic, she had to think about him.She silently took out an extendable ear from her pocket, and handed it to Charles respectfully.

"I said don't talk—" Charles looked at the silicone-like thing in confusion, "What is this?"

She could finally speak, "extend your ears, and you can hear their conversation directly."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"..."

Albus's face turned pale, and Agathe standing next to him was stiff and looked like he was about to throw up, "You must be joking, Mr. Potter." She tried to twitch the corners of her mouth, but she could only make a cry Smile not to cry but not to laugh.

"The Ministry of Magic will guarantee your safety. Each of you will be given a portkey. If the situation is really unmanageable, you can use the portkey to leave the arena and return to a safe place." Harry said patiently.

"Does Brady know?", Albus asked.

"You don't need to worry about him."

James put a hand on Albus' shoulder, "What's the most important thing?"

"I don't know." Snape said in a deep voice, "It depends on how the Goblet of Fire thinks. The most important definition is still unclear."

"By the way, Dad, can you bring Henry over to me?" James' thoughts drifted to other places uncontrollably, "That stray Slytherin needs someone to sleep with him."

Harry frowned speechlessly, "This is really ridiculous, why can't he go back to the Slytherin dungeon?"

"It depends on when the prosecution's search of my college students ends." Snape said coolly.

Harry held his forehead helplessly, "I'll bring Henry over tomorrow."

Charles couldn't help curling his lips when he was eavesdropping across the wall. What about the privileged class?Even the gang of ptsd cults in the Prosecutor's Office can't control it. Fortunately, he didn't tell him what happened, otherwise he would have been caught and taken to the Ministry of Magic to claim credit in the first place.

But he heard everything he needed to know. Charles rubbed his sore thighs and stood up against the wall, "Let's go."

As soon as the two walked out of the classroom, they heard noisy footsteps from the end of the corridor, and someone said, "You guys, take Mr. Field to the medical wing, and I'll go find Harry—"

The faces of Charles and Amber turned pale in an instant. They looked at each other and turned to run away. However, the door of the office was also pushed open. It was obvious that someone had heard the noise and was about to come out to check.

Charles was in a cold sweat. If they were found here, there would be no explanation for 10 mouths.He directly pulled off Amber's collar and stuffed the Marauder's Map in, then dragged her back to the classroom, and quickly locked the door.

The classroom was dark and quiet, in stark contrast to the noise in the corridor. Perhaps because of this, Amber stumbled on something under her feet and fell on Charles, making no loud noises.

That's enough for outsiders to notice.

"Who?" Ron shouted vigilantly. After discovering Allen, his spirit had been in a state of tension. He raised his wand in an attacking posture, and approached the closed classroom door carefully.

"Ron!" Harry exclaimed in surprise, drawing his wand as well and walking over to him. "Who's in there?"

Charles and Amber looked at each other in panic, and the word finished was clearly written in their eyes.

"Locked—alahoo hole open!"

Nothing to do, Charles licked his lips, hugged the girl's slender waist tightly, and kissed her without knowing what to say.

Amber also hugged his neck very cooperatively, and kissed him back without knowing what to say.

"Who—you! What are you doing?" Harry raised his wand in shock, and the fluorescent light caused the two kissing students inside to separate in panic.

Standing behind Harry, Albus and James both saw this eerie scene, and Albus blushed instantly.

"Isn't she your girlfriend?" Albus gritted his teeth and said to James.

"No—yes—" James' face was not much prettier than his, "I've explained it a thousand times."

"...good evening." Charles said guiltily, and Amber covered her face and hid directly behind him.

Agathe smiled strangely, "It's really a rich nightlife."

"When did you guys get together?" Harry asked incredulously, "I couldn't believe my eyes."

Ron withdrew his wand embarrassingly, annoyed at his excess, "It's nice to be young."

"...I can't tell." Charles couldn't help covering his face, God, it was so embarrassing and embarrassing.

"Students from my college have sex with Gryffindor girls in the middle of the night," Snape said coldly, "Wow."

"My fault!" Charles surrendered, "Can we leave, I swear, we will go farther in the future."

"I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep alone, Walker." James dropped a sentence in an unclear tone, pushed Albus's hand away and left.

Amber's brain was still not very clear, she looked over Charles' shoulder and saw James leaving angrily, and couldn't help sobbing softly.

The girls were all crying, and several grown men immediately shut up, Agathe still covered his mouth and watched the joke, Albus was as stiff as James, and dropped a sentence without thinking, "How did you say that sentence?" ? I spit on your grave." After speaking, he walked in another direction, the air pressure around his body was frighteningly low.

Agathe finally laughed, "It seems that both Albus and James have a good impression of Miss Selwyn."

Ron coughed dryly, put Harry's shoulders on Harry's shoulders and walked away, leaving only four people staring at each other.

"Five points deducted from Gryffindor." After saying this, Snape closed the office door sullenly.

"So how long do you want to watch?" Charles said to the rest of Agathe unceremoniously, "I'm not interested in bald women."

Agathe stroked the short section of blond hair that had been burnt, narrowed his eyes and cursed, "You bastard."

Ron snapped his fingers in front of Harry, "Don't think about the young man, Alan Field has been found."

Harry came back to his senses, "Where did you find it?"

"In the Forbidden Forest, close to the border where the dementors are patrolling." Ron stepped forward and pushed open the door of the medical wing. There were already a bunch of Oros standing inside, and McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey were nervously checking the stiffness of the hospital bed. boy.

"He was petrified." Harry stepped forward and touched Alan's cold and stiff fingers, "Why is his whole body covered in mud? Was he buried in the ground?"

"Yes, Mr. Potter!" said Oro who dug Allen out. "Mr. Field's eyes are closed, which means that he was stunned and then petrified."

"The person who did this didn't want him to die." Harry said in a deep voice, "Where is Miss Field? Her brother has been found, she should come over."

McGonagall nodded, "I have asked Neville to call."

"Can you break the curse?" Harry asked Madam Pomfrey.

"No problem, Mr. Field is in good health."

"Alan?!" Charles gasped as he looked at the dense black spots on the Marauder's Map, "Did you not handle Alan well?"

"What?" Amber tilted her head in confusion, and she returned to a dazed state, always swaying like a female ghost.

It was only then that Charles remembered that he had modified his memory, "It's okay, I'm sorry." He apologized without sincerity, while looking at the map and frowning, hoping that poor Field would not remember anything, otherwise he would let him more pitiful.

The two stood in front of the doorway of the Gryffindor tower, and Charles put the map back into his pocket, "Do you remember what I just told you?"

"Yes Master."

"I doubt it..." Charles muttered, but he crawled through the doorway first, and he could only believe that the Dark Lord's Imperius Curse would remain indestructible.

When he got back to his room, he found his pillow and quilt all piled up on Ellen's bed, and James wrapped himself in his gold and red blanket, burying his face under the pillow.

"I'm afraid I still have to sleep with you, Potter, Alan found it." Charles said lazily.

Sure enough, the lingering resentment in the air dissipated immediately, James opened the quilt and sat up, "What did you say?!"

"Yes, I heard Oro say it when I came back."

"Merlin bless," James jumped off the bed and gave him a hug, "I'm going to see him."

"Wait," after thinking for a while, Charles decided to explain, "I have nothing to do with Selwyn, it's just a game."

Speaking of this question, the corners of James' mouth drooped visibly, "Oh, it's a very interesting game."

"Conservative British." Charles began to make up stories. "In the United States, this is a normal behavior. Students practice kissing skills with each other. We used to play like this when we were in private schools."

"...you mean Americans have been promiscuous since childhood?"

"No! Practicing kissing skills is not promiscuity! Do you think you can get pregnant by holding hands?"

James said slowly, "There is indeed such a case in the history of magic—"

"Oh my god." Charles rolled his eyes and threw himself on James' bed, "Go and see your good roommate, and don't come back until dawn."

Although the blond boy's words were very nonsense, it effectively eased James' inexplicable chest tightness just now, and he still had the strength to sigh that the country of promiscuity is different, and he will never go to that terrible place in his life.

"Calm down, Isabel, you're going to strangle him." Sterling said with a tired face. He was sleeping soundly, but was woken up by the little girlfriend who broke into the boys' dormitory somehow, and was dragged all the way Running to the medical wing, Merlin's beard is still blurred in front of his eyes.

Isabel's face was full of tears, and she lay tightly on Alan who was still unconscious, "Oh, Alan, I thought you were dead—"

"Mr. Field is fine, Miss Field." McGonagall comforted gently.

"Can you wake him up?" Harry pulled Madam Pomfrey aside and asked, "This is very important and urgent. If Field has no major problems, can he wake up and answer Oro's questions first? .”

Madam Pomfrey pointed at Isabel in embarrassment, "I suggest asking Miss Field."

Isabel also heard what they said, and nodded quickly, "No problem, let me check! Send the person who did this to Azkaban!" She was so excited that she almost screamed.

Sterling sighed, pulled her aside and hugged her, whispering comfort.

Under Madam Pomfrey's spell, Alan's fingers trembled slightly, and then his eyes slowly opened.

"Mr. Field, can you hear me?" said Ron, sitting on the edge of his bed.

Allen opened his mouth and said hoarsely for a while, "Mr. Weasley?"

"Don't be afraid, you're safe."

"Where am I?"

"This is the medical wing, and Miss Field is here too."

Allen exhaled, and his body gradually came to life, "Merlin...what happened—"

"That's exactly what I want to ask you, Mr. Field. Where did you go when we finished talking that day?"

Allen frowned tightly, as if this simple question required him to think a lot, "It should, it should be back to the Gryffindor tower."

"And then? What happened to you."

"Um..." Allen was speechless, this is really a good question, he racked his brains to recall, "In the corridor, it seems——I seem to have bumped into someone."

Finally said something useful, Ron cheered up, "Who, do you know?"

Allen shook his head slowly, resting his frowning brows with one hand, "I have no impression—it's black, I only see a black figure."

It was like this again, Ron sighed in frustration, the other party was really tight.

Harry patted him on the back, and Ron stood up knowingly, giving Harry his seat.

Harry pushed his eyes away, looked intently for a moment, and said, "The memory has been altered."

"What?" Isabel screamed, "Can't it be restored? Since the memory can be erased, it can naturally be restored!"

Madam Pomfrey shook her head, "It will take a very long time, Miss Field, it may be several years, or it may be hundreds of years."

"So, who do you think attacked you?" Harry's voice was low, his eyes met Alan's, and Alan's eyes gradually became confused.

"...I don't know, I'm not sure." His voice was ethereal, as if hypnotized, "I can't figure it out."

"Do you think there are any strange people and things around you in the past few days?"

"Everything is weird," Allen murmured, "There is an extra person in my dormitory, and Amber doesn't seem to like James that much—"

"make it clear."

"I don't know—maybe Charles? Isabel said he would sleepwalk, but we didn't notice it during the few days we slept together." He bit his lower lip and said, "Amber's eyes sometimes look at He, I don't understand—"

"Why don't you understand? They're dating today, teenage boys and girls, isn't that normal?"

"They don't like each other at all, the eyes, I can see it."

James, who had been listening by the door for a long time, suddenly interrupted, "But he has been sleeping with me at night, and it is true that he has not sleepwalked anymore."

Harry, who was interrupted, was not angry either. He had already finished asking what he wanted to ask. In fact, there was nothing wrong with what Alan said, and neither did Charles and Amber, but there was something strange about it.

"As for the question of not liking each other, I can also answer." James continued to argue for Charles involuntarily, "He is an American, this is just a game of emotional play."

It's okay if he didn't say anything, Alan woke up completely when he heard it, "What the hell? Bastard!"

"Merlin." Harry took a deep breath, he was not qualified to deal with that kid, be patient, be patient.

The thorns all over Alan's body were aroused, "And what if he sleeps with you, you sleep like a dead fish at night, and Gryffindor Tower won't respond when it falls down, how do you know he's not here? What do you do when you sleep?"

James spread his hands, "Okay, that's when I fell asleep and went to play love games with Selwyn."

Allen: "..."

Isabel couldn't stand it anymore, "Shut up, Potter."

"It seems that you are really suspicious of Charles." James folded his arms in dissatisfaction, "He is indeed a villain, but what good does it do him, give me a reason. He has been arrested by the Ministry of Magic, the Prosecutor's Court and Slater Lin’s classmates suspect that we can’t add insult to injury.”

"Whoa," Isabel sighed softly, "Gryffindor."

Allen bowed his head in shame as James said.

"...is sick." Sterling couldn't help it either.

The author has something to say: The next time should not be so busy, try to finish it before the year~~

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The old mansion has not been lived in for a long time, and its owner took pains to tidy up some of the holidays, but most of them are dirty and messy, with all kinds of unknown evil items mixed with the smell of dead rat corpses. In theory, Ashe Li thought that he should really hate this kind of environment, but surprisingly, he still felt a little comfortable.

It's so scary, an evil wizard must have put a spell on him.

Holding the latest Apple computer in his arms, he slowly toured the mysterious house with great interest.Stupid Potter, he still wanted to lock him up, but unfortunately Harry only thought of the front door. All the windows can be opened and closed at will, especially the one at the back door on the first floor.

He was attracted by an oddly shaped drapery in a corner, heavy and limp over a rectangle that looked like an oil painting.Must be worth a lot.

Ai Li didn't directly touch it with his hands, but put the delicate computer on the table at hand, then found something similar to a candlestick, and carefully pushed aside the moldy curtain.

He narrowed his long and narrow eyes, and threw the candlestick aside casually.It was indeed a painting, but there were no people in it, just a dull medieval background, which was eerie.

He pouted slightly boredly, should he climb out of the window and go back to his house?but--

From the perspective of cooperating with a boyfriend, it seems... acceptable?

Ai Li shuddered at his inexplicable thoughts, but he had nothing else to do now, at least he could dig out all kinds of strange secrets or mechanisms of this ancient house here.

He lacked interest and wanted to go down the stairs, but the next second, he was frightened by a powerful scream and fell down the stairs, "Ah!"

This scream can be said to be full of air, almost bursting his ears.

"—Fucking bastard! Traitor! Slut—" All kinds of insults burst out like machine guns, like the future perpetual motion machine said on the Internet.

Ai Li looked at the bent Macintosh, a familiar yet unfamiliar, sharp anger welled up in his heart, no matter who was shooting the machine gun with his mouth there, he deserved to die.

He gritted his teeth and got up, ran back upstairs, and kicked the dilapidated wooden door further open, "Where is the old hag?"

Although he was mentally prepared, he took a step back in shock after seeing an old woman appear out of thin air in the empty oil painting just now.

The old hag whose skin was drooping on her face suddenly stopped the continuous stream of insults, and her bottomless eyes were fixed on Ashley's face.

One person and one painting just looked at each other in silence.

In the end, Ai Li was defeated first, "What are you?"

The old hag thrust her neck forward, as if trying to emerge from the painting, and her eyes began to dilate enormously.

Ashley felt hairy all over when she saw him, and he turned around thinking to himself, "Forget it, maybe this is just a hallucination."

The old woman in the portrait finally spoke, "Why are you not dead?"

Ashley turned his body back and shrugged relaxedly, "Who knows."

The old woman sat back slowly, she seemed to want to know something, "Why, you don't have to die."

Ai Li didn't intend to answer her question, but instead asked, "Who are you?"

The old woman blinked very slowly, she suddenly raised the crutch in her hand, pointed to a locked door at the other end of the corridor, then stood up with difficulty and disappeared into the portrait.

Ashley frowned, and stared suspiciously at the direction the old woman pointed just now. Should he go there? Could there be any monsters inside?However, since Potter brought him here, it proved that this old house was absolutely safe. He had almost unconditional trust in that wizard, and when he found out, he also felt incredible.

That being the case, it doesn't seem to be a problem to take a look.However, his body had already reacted one step ahead of his brain, and when he recovered, his hand was already on the dusty doorknob.

There are indeed no scary monsters or talking oil paintings like the one just now. On the contrary, the inside is empty, only the walls on all sides are covered with a whole piece of silk and satin, on which a tree is embroidered with silver and gold threads. shaped family tree.

Was that what the old man wanted him to see?

Soon, he found a human face at the tree trunk. The outline was very similar to the old woman in the oil painting just now, "Walburga Black." He was so beautiful when he was young, but why did he look like that in the portrait? .Two branches stretched out from under her head, connecting two people respectively. One of the heads should have been burnt, leaving only a black patch. The name underneath was Sirius Black.

Sirius, this is the name of a constellation, Ashley looked at other places thoughtfully, Potter said, his name is Draco, maybe, he will also be on it.

Ashley found it quickly, but there was no way, his platinum blonde hair was really conspicuous, "It doesn't look like that at all." He touched the silk thread of the head with his fingers, sighed and shook his head.

"Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Black." He whispered these two names, which were really too familiar, but there was no impression in his brain at all, "I'm not sure." He backed away muttering, Since he woke up, everything that happened was illogical. Louise did look a bit like Narcissa. If it wasn't for his keen intuition, maybe he would have believed Louise's nonsense.

The weirdest thing was that he found that there was a faint branch extending downward at the location where "Draco Malfoy" was marked, but it was just an extension. There was only a blanket pattern at the end of the branch, and there was no one there.

This must be a design error, and he has no children.

At this time, there was another scream from the place where the portrait was just stored, and Ashley puffed up her cheeks slightly, saying that the old woman never stopped.

Sure enough, Mrs. Black appeared in the portrait again, but she didn't look hysterical at the beginning, but looked at him with a little reservedness. She was silent for a while, and then said slowly, "You, have you seen me?" Two children."

"...No." Ellie answered honestly.

Her expression was both crying and laughing, and finally she snorted coldly, "I knew it.", and she disappeared again.

What a weirdo.

Charles had already prepared the scene of being stopped and questioned by various people, but he did not expect that the first person to stop him was actually Albus Potter.

"Are you free?" Albus's expression was as calm as ever, but his eyes were obviously undeniable. Given his special situation, Charles had no intention of offending anyone and fighting, so he obeyed Nodded, and let Albus pull him into a deserted hallway.

"Do you know what you're doing?", Albus asked unhappily as soon as the two stood firm, "Why are you with Selwynn? What tricks are you playing?"

Charles' eyes were wide open. He was a few months older than Albus and James, and a little taller than them, so he could easily look down on him. "What do you mean, you like Amber too?"

"No!" Albus immediately denied, "Do you think I'm James, and you can fool me with a few words?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, are you trying to fight for Allen?"

"Don't be stupid." Albus tugged at his collar and pushed him against the wall, standing on tiptoes to look more oppressive.

"Hahahahaha——", noticing his actions, Charles burst out laughing.

Albus blushed for a rare moment, but he didn't give up, "Listen, I don't know what you're doing, and my gut tells me it's not going to be a good thing. But don't hurt James, those so-called love games are still bullshit Capital conspiracy, don't drag him into the water."

"Why should I drag a waste into the water." Charles asked amusedly, "Think about it, I would rather kick Sterling aside and marry Isabel. Also, are you paying too much attention to me, the second When is the project, Potter, you survive and fight with me again."

Albus was dizzy with anger, but Charles was right, he was no match for a fight.

Out of the corner of Charles' eye, he saw another face that was exactly the same as Albus's. He looked at this face that was so blue with anger, and suddenly had a brilliant idea, one that made him "regret it." and" behavior.

He smiled at James, then kissed Albus's gnashing lips the same way he did Amber.

James' jaw almost fell to the ground, and the things in his hands were scattered all over the floor.

Albus was so shocked that he almost lost his breath, and it took a few seconds for him to regain his senses, and pushed Charles back against the wall, taking a dozen steps back in a row.

"Hi, James." Charles smiled sweetly.

Albus's pupils dilated like a cat's, and his neck seemed to stiffen suddenly, unable to turn his head to see the expression on his twin brother's face.

"You—you," James couldn't understand the scene, he couldn't help biting his fingers, maybe it was just his hallucination, what should he do when he doesn't know what to do?Just run away.

"Look, he doesn't care, don't look like you're going to die." Looking at the back of James trying to pretend nothing happened, Charles lazily sneered at Albus.

"I'm not the object of your American love games!", Albus yelled, "Bless you marry Selwyn, then cheat on Isabel, and finally spend the rest of your life with Snape!"

"This is a bit too much." Charles narrowed his eyes, "Why do you think of Snape, are you the mysterious and abstinent Slytherin head who often flirts in the middle of the night?"

"....", Albus opened his mouth, whenever he felt that he was shameless, the other party could always prove to him that the most illusory thing in the world is the lower limit of morality.

In order not to really annoy Albus and start a war in the hallway, Charles Albus slipped away while still dazed, hoping he wouldn't blow open the Gryffindor doorway and cut him off when he came to his senses. Crushed and thrown into the Black Lake.

The second person who stopped him was, without a doubt, Alan Field.He didn't look well, he was buried in the ground for a long time, coupled with the sudden heartbreak, there seemed to be a few wrinkles around the corners of his eyes overnight.

His first sentence stunned Charles.

"How many Galleons do you need before you are willing to leave Huber?"

"..." Charles rarely answered him seriously, "Think again, your property is not enough for me to buy an island in the Caribbean."

Allen clenched his fists and looked at him bitterly, "Listen, I know