Harder Aurora

Out of breath, he looked around in surprise, only to find that there was no one before he relaxed again, muttered for a while, lay down again, and fell asleep again after a while.

Dominic breathed a sigh of relief, pushed Charles aside, got up and cast a Sleeping Charm on Sterling, and used the Levitating Charm to transport his dear roommate back to their dormitory.

Charles was shaken awake, and he looked at the magnified face in front of him with extreme displeasure, "...Are you sick?"

"It's you who's sick," Dominique said seriously.

Charles lay heavily back on the bed, "...Okay, okay, but can we talk when the sun rises?"

"No, you're really sleepwalking, and you almost scared at least two people to death."

Charles gradually came to his senses, and stared at Dominic, "Well, I did have this problem once, maybe because Hogwarts doesn't allow Muggle drugs, so it's a bit of a relapse."

"Where's the calming potion the dean gave you?"

Charles made a gesture of surrender, "Okay, I'll go get it from him tomorrow morning."

Dominic nodded haggardly, his dark circles were very obvious, "Remember, otherwise I will haggard and die even if I am not scared to death by you."

In the morning, Erilo looked at Dominic's dark circles sympathetically, "Brown, although the second grade class is quite tense, you don't have to work so hard."

Dominic put down his fork and said with a smirk, "I'm just not as proficient in using the Charm Charm as you guys are." It must be held very accurately.As for what this has to do with Sterling?Come on, although everyone thinks it was Porter, the angelic smile that Charles gave Sterling in the hospital wing that day was really creepy, and Sterling has been very polite to Charles since then, what do you think What's wrong.

Isabel clicked her tongue and said, "Those two also have heavy dark circles."

Everyone looked up, and the Potter twins appeared together, both tired and haggard.

James waved casually at his Gryffindor companions, and joined Albus at the end of the Ravenclaw table.

"There's another little secret." Elilo mocked.

"There was indeed a tournament the year Crouch died," Albus said, eating a muffin after casting a Silencing Charm all around. "The Wizarding Triwizard Tournament."

"So 'Scarhead' is a contestant?" James' eyes lit up, "Then there are only three candidates!"

"No," Albus's face gradually turned weird, "Think about it carefully, and recall?"

"I can't remember." James flipped through the book confidently, "There were actually four contestants that year, two of them were Hogwarts students, and they were—" He choked up.

Albus nodded gravely.

"Oh." James said dryly.

☆, the miraculous effect of mantis grass

Charles crossed his arms and stared resentfully at the closed office door. Just as he was about to knock on the door in despair, footsteps suddenly came from the corner of the corridor.

Charles immediately and cheerfully decided to hide. He opened a pair of armor a few meters away, slipped in, and closed it tightly again.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and suddenly there were two more people in the empty corridor. James whispered while holding the invisibility cloak, "I won't go in, or Gryffindor will be deducted points again." He wanted to pull away a few meters away The strange thing is that it can't be pulled apart no matter how hard you try.

Albus couldn't stand it and said, "It's probably rusty, try that."

"Okay." James kicked the armor angrily, complaining that he got into another armor that opened as soon as he pulled it.

Albus cleared his throat nervously before politely knocking on the door three times.

The door opened immediately, and the tall man looked down at the tense Ravenclaw with a dark face.

"Say." Snape squeezed a word through his teeth.

Albus breathed a sigh of relief, he found that Snape treated him much better than James, and it is estimated that the poor brother has a Gryffindor factor.

"Professor Snape, we are currently doing a thesis on the history of magic in Voldemort's time, so I would like to ask if you have a list of Slytherin students at that time."

"Details."

Albus shuddered slightly, and his words began to be incoherent because of his nervousness, "...it's about the background composition of the Death Eaters at that time... It's just an idea, and we need some information."

"If I remember correctly, this is something that at least 5th graders would say."

"Ravenclaws love to learn ahead of time."

Snape looked coldly at those familiar green eyes, softened a little, and said sideways, "Come in."

With a beating heart pounding like a drum, Albus followed Snape into the office at a distance.

Snape pointed to a cabinet, "It's all there, go find it yourself." He said and sat back at a dark table, making all kinds of rare and precious potions.

Albus bowed slightly, trotted to the cabinet, took down the brochure of the year of the Triwizard Tournament, and after thinking about it, he took all the brochures of the previous and following years. Too strange.

After closing the door with a stack of rosters in his arms, Albus relaxed and let out a long breath.

Seeing him coming out, James also pushed aside the armor and got out, "Successful?"

Albus patted the cover of the roster with his palm.

"Why is he treating you so well?" James was not happy.

Albus shrugged. "Maybe it's because I'm not a Gryffindor?"

James rolled his eyes, then ran back to pull the armor that couldn't be pulled off just now.

"It seems to be broken." James drew out his wand and was about to give the armor a shot.

"Let's go, you're so boring." Albus didn't bother to talk to him, and left with the roster in his arms.

James withdrew his wand helplessly, "Wait for me!"

After both of them walked away, the armor was finally opened. Charles walked down with a dark face, looked down at his red palms, and his face became even darker. In order not to be pulled by Potter, he died inside. Death clutched the metal handle, in fact he was ready to duel.

"...The next Quidditch game will continue to be suspended."

He walked back to Snape's door, stared at the dark wooden door for a while, no, he didn't want to be humbled by the greasy Brit.He leisurely stuffed his pockets, and knocked on another door after a few flights of stairs.

Slughorn's already large eyes widened even further, which made him look a little comical.He took off his glasses and touched the fog on the lenses, and then asked in surprise, "Son! Why are you here? I didn't expect someone to find me!"

Charles smiled politely, followed behind the bulky old wizard, and was amazed at the large number of various group photos that hung on the walls.

"They are all my best students." Slughorn poured black tea for Charles and sighed contentedly. "Most of them died though." He sighed as he put down his teacup.

Charles withdrew his attention, looked at the old professor sincerely and said, "I'm really sorry to disturb you, but I think you are also a well-deserved master in the field of potions, and unlike other professors...they are always a little Seriously, you're different."

Slughorn had a hunch that something was wrong, he frowned quickly, but he didn't think of anything, and then happily rubbed the hourglass beside him.

"Oh! No problem at all! You know I used to be Head of Slytherin - by the way, do you have any problems with potions?"

Charles looked at the fast-flowing hourglass, couldn't help reaching out and flicking on the bottle, making a "ding" sound. "I believe Professor Snape has mentioned to you that I have sleep problems, but I'm sorry to trouble him." Charles showed a embarrassed expression, "So I want to ask you for advice, if you make it yourself What should you pay attention to when it comes to potions?"

"It's not difficult at all." Slughorn stood up and led Charles to the side room, which was a potion room that was not inferior to Snape's potion storage room, "You can come here anytime to make the potions you need , the production of tranquilizing potions can be done according to the steps in this "Advanced Potion Production"." He stopped suddenly, and took out a row of neatly arranged glass bottles from the shelf, stuffed with various herbs in strange shapes, "Of course , you can also add some innocuous little things according to your needs."

Charles gasped in admiration, "How exactly?"

"For example, this Irish mantis grass, if added with tranquilizing potions, can even control dreams." Slughorn proudly introduced.

"It's so ingenious, it must be teaching your research."

"Of course, Severus has always been a bit resistant to the innovation of this potion." He lowered himself and sighed heavily, "Of course it can't be his fault, after all, the creation of magic is always accompanied by the use of some dark magic."

"And the dean is the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

Slughorn shook his head, the skin on his face trembling, "Muggle kids don't know what's normal, but you'll learn it in a few years." He winked at Charles.

He turned around and took a bottle of ready-made calming potion, "Unfortunately, I don't have any in stock, otherwise I can give you some first..."

Charles took it with both hands, and he looked at the row of herbs, "Can I get some mantis grass first?"

"This range is too wide," James complained to Albus lying on the grass of the Quidditch pitch. There was no team to occupy the field that day, and there were only them and a few boring couples in the entire pitch. Ask the professor at that time? I think someone must know something."

"That way Dad would be on the front page of the Daily Prophet again the next day, imagine, 'Saviour Divorce Truth: Mysterious Miss Slytherin Is True Love?'" Albus said lazily.

"...You must never be a reporter in the future."

"However," Albus took out the incomplete diary and flipped through it unconsciously, "Are you sure there is only this one? I mean, since there is a fourth grade diary, why isn't there a fifth grade diary?"

James looked blank, and Albus's brain was spinning rapidly, "No, it's not that simple. How could this kind of pure-blood noble lady throw away or burn her diary casually, something must have happened. We all know the ending, she It must have failed, or we would never have been born."

"Will she later find out that she is actually in love with her father secretly, so she becomes angry from embarrassment?"

Albus pulled him up abruptly, "Wouldn't you know if there is another one?"

The truth is, they searched for days and couldn't find it.

Albus sat on the burnt ruins and looked through the Slytherin roster of that year. Good Slytherins have never been many."

"Who could it be? These names look so vicious."

James pulled a stack of charcoal-black parchment, and it shattered with force, "It's really strange, how could there be such a serious fire at Hogwarts, and no one came to clean it up."

"If you fight with Walker, you might have a chance to get this honor."

"No, nothing good will happen to him—but why isn't he getting the honor?" James asked dissatisfied.

"Because of the wisdom of Ravenclaw." Albus smirked.

However, Charles didn't have time to fight with Potter. In just a few days, he had fully mastered the making of the tranquilizing potion, and tried adding mantis grass to it a few times.

There were not many dreams he could remember in his limited life, and the one that impressed him the most was the nightmare of falling.

It was still the same rugged cliff, he could see it clearly this time, there was a pitch-black lake under the cliff, and the aurora all over the sky could not reflect a single ray of light on it.Maybe this time he can fall into the water.

But no, mantis grass is not omnipotent, he fell directly into the thick snow.This was something that had never happened before. He struggled to get up from the snow, but was blinded by the glare of the headlights.

The high beam light was too strong, Charles blocked his eyes, ran over in a staggered manner, slipped his feet, and fell directly on the windshield with a "slap".

There was no one in the car.

"..." Charles felt cold in his heart, and the sudden great danger made him tense up.He turned around slowly and looked into the depths of the backlight, and he sensed that an extremely evil danger lay deep in the invisible snow.

He opened his eyes abruptly, but was frightened and froze all over.He saw himself, staring at him right in front of him.

Albus and James were about to go back to their dormitories to rest. Albus habitually checked the Marauder's Map first to avoid the teachers and Filch on night watch. He stopped when he saw a certain corridor.

"What's the matter?" James rubbed his eyes, he was already very sleepy, and asked him wearily.

"It's nothing." Albus turned the map aside without being noticed, "Let's go, there is no one on your side, and I have to bypass Filch's cat."

James nodded, yawned and walked away.

Only then did Albus narrow his eyes, and found the familiar dot just now, marking the footprints of "Charles Walker" walking straight in the corridor.

Albus looked at the time, it was already early in the morning, he did not go back to Ravenclaw's dormitory, but followed along the route of the moving footprints, not far or near.

He stopped in front of the famous abandoned girls' bathroom door, which was ajar, leaving a gap the size of an arm.

For some reason, Albus suddenly felt a little uneasy, he didn't rush in, but carefully looked inside through the crack of the door.

The blond Slytherin was in pajamas, standing motionless in front of the mirror, his eyes were not closed, but half open, looking at himself in the mirror.

Albus swallowed hard, Merlin's stinky socks, it was kind of scary.

The person in front of the mirror suddenly moved, his whole body shook, his eyes changed from half-open to full-open, and he stared at the mirror in horror.

"It's just sleepwalking and waking up and being scared by myself." Albus pushed the door open while doing mental construction, "Walker?"

Only then did Charles wake up completely. He looked in the mirror in shock, before trying to calm down, "Am I sleepwalking again?" His chest was still heaving violently.

"Obviously," said Albus dryly.

"But why do you know where I've been?" Charles finally regained his composure and asked with narrowed eyes.

This also recovered too quickly, Albus cursed, "The secret of the wizard family."

Charles didn't bother to ask any more, just said wearily, "Go back."

"Brown was finally scared to death by you?"

"No, he drank the tranquilizing potion himself," Charles mocked, "he won't wake up even if the earth explodes now."

"But why is the potion useless?" Albus looked at him worriedly, "My potion level is no worse than that of the seniors. If the potion doesn't work, it only means that your sleep problem is not a magic potion." The category that medicine can treat."

Charles spread his hands, "But Muggle drugs are not allowed in schools."

"Why do Muggle medicines work but potions don't? It doesn't make sense." Albus narrowed his eyes.

Charles yawned lazily, "Maybe it's because I'm a Muggle? It's all right, Mr. Know-it-all, wake up and think about it."

Albus raised the corners of his lips ironically, "Merlin, you and James yawn exactly the same way."

Charles froze immediately, and he gave Albus a bitter look, "Could it be that you hit him upside down?"

After returning to the dormitory, Dominic really fell asleep, without any sign of waking up. Thinking of his excited expression of drinking half a bottle of calming water, Charles wanted to wear a ghost mask and sit on him and shake him Awake.

But he was too lazy to do that. Charles cast at least three locking spells on the bedroom door, and then he lay back on the bed to catch up on sleep. This time he had no dreams.

☆, seamless cracks

In the History of Magic class, almost everyone was asleep, and Professor Binns was still hypnotically reading various time points. Charles read the super thick book by himself, and suddenly remembered something, and frowned unhappily. frown.

"Is there some kind of wizard family secret that can track everyone's whereabouts?" He pushed Dominic who was drooling beside him, and asked in a low voice.

Dominic raised his head sleepily, "I haven't heard of such a thing anyway... You are actually attending a class? Can I expect a note?"

"You don't need notes for this class and you can get a high score." Charles shrugged and said indifferently.

"...Forget it, you are not a normal person. But some secret of the wizard family, it sounds like a liar."

Charles looked at Professor Spencer and found that the ghost didn't pay attention to anything other than the textbook at all, so he closed the book and asked seriously, "I think so too, can you elaborate more."

"We generally call ourselves 'Brown is an ancient and noble pure-blood family'. It can be seen that you have never studied the history of magic. This is mentioned in the first few chapters of the textbook. When I was young, I was pushed to read it a bit... Hurry up Please tell me how to get a high score." Dominic took out his wand to spin again, and after a few days of practice he was able to spin 3 times.

"The secret is to read more front pages of the Daily Prophet... I'll kill you if you turn in Defense Against the Dark Arts," Charles said angrily.

"Although I'm not interested in your privacy, this liar can't be the Potter from Ravenclaw."

"How do you know?" Charles blinked in surprise.

"I flaunt my family unskillfully, indicating that it is a pure-blood family that doesn't care about blood, and non-Slytherin students who are curious about your whereabouts don't seem to have many options."

"Okay, but it's really annoying." Charles shook his head and continued to read.

When the get out of class was finally over, the Hufflepuffs even had sleep marks on their faces, and Dominic said, "It's so depraved."

"You just slept more skillfully."

"They'll get points deducted later for falling down and getting marks on their faces."

The Slytherin and Hufflepuff students who got out of class walked in twos and threes. Although the next session was Defense Against the Dark Arts, it was still early and there was no need to rush.

"Wow, Professor Snape let people go so early today." A Hufflepuff boy said.

The number of people in the front of the corridor gradually increased. The Defense Against the Dark Arts of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw ended, but the students of the two colleges did not feel at all relaxed about leaving that scary classroom. Some people were gathering to discuss this What, there are still a small number of people with sad faces. Charles also saw a Gryffindor boy crying, and James Potter comforted him.

"Today's attack is really extensive." Charles raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"There is no dueling practice. Professor Snape is talking about the textbook today, and he showed us his Dark Mark." Albus saw Charles swaying slowly, and after gesturing to James, he stepped forward and said.

"What is the Dark Mark?" Charles asked.

Dominic coughed in embarrassment, and looked at the Slytherins next to him. Sure enough, many of them showed uncomfortable expressions, "It seems that we came here by accident."

Albus obviously thought of something too, and glanced at Gryffindor, his face was ugly.

Charles was completely bewildered.

As soon as Albus finished speaking, a Gryffindor ran over, grabbed a Slytherin boy by the collar and punched him directly in the face.Connor quickly rushed up to pull it away, but was pushed down by another Gryffindor, "Stoke, your uncle is also a Death Eater!", and the two wrestled on the ground without any image.

"May I ask a question?" Charles asked, raising an eyebrow.Before he could finish his sentence, many people joined the melee, even a few Ravenclaws.

"No." With a dark face, Albus drew out his wand and ran to the crowd in the group fight, "relaxing", a Ravenclaw boy softened, and the Slytherin opposite him gave him a punch, " All petrified!", the blue light hit the Slytherin boy's chest, he immediately stiffened like a sculpture, and fell to the ground with a "plop".

Dominic quickly pulled Charles aside, "No one in my family is a Death Eater. They went to France during the war... Although theoretically we won't be beaten, but there are no absolutes."

Albus managed to faint a few, and some of the more sensible Ravenclaws also started to join in the work of stopping the gang fight. "James! Go and call the professor!", he turned to James and shouted.

James heard it but ignored him, joining the melee instead.

"..." Albus was so angry that he couldn't breathe, "Neret, you go to the professor!" he shouted.As he spoke, he walked over and grabbed James' hand that was about to beat Connor, and pulled him out forcefully, "Are you crazy? Have you forgotten what Dad said?"

"But many of their families have been killed—Professor Snape is an undercover agent of the Order of the Phoenix, so what about them, how many Death Eaters are there in their families—" James shouted angrily.

"If it's going to be like this, who else can escape?" said Albus calmly, looking at him with disappointment. "Think of the efforts to rebuild after the war. If you still think so, father Will be very disappointed."

James stopped talking, and shook off Albus's hand that was holding him fiercely, pulled out his wand and shouted, "Clear water is like a spring!"

A huge stream of water gushed out from the tip of his wand, and the crowd was washed away, and the corridor was filled with water, like a cornered stream.

Narit then arrived with Snape.Snape turned black when he saw this scene, "All those who participated in the gang fight will be locked up for 5 days, and Minerva will talk to you in person. It's really stupid!"

"Slytherin and Hufflepuff follow, others, get out!" He didn't know how to deal with the emotions of these trolls. These things would happen once or twice a year, but fortunately, McGonagall was always a strong-willed Man, she always handles it well.

James ignored Albus completely and walked away with Gryffindor, Albus frowning at his back, not even paying attention that his own house robes were completely, almost completely soaked.

"What an idiot, actually made his brother angry." Charles stood far away from the battlefield, his whole body was refreshed, and he was not affected at all.

"But it looks like the older brother made the younger brother angry." Dominic couldn't keep up with his escaped thinking, and looked at him full of curiosity.

"Gryffindors don't hold grudges, especially someone as blind and active as Potter. The other will become more and more aware of the huge difference between them. The cracks will be bigger."

"And then, what happens?" Dominique gasps in shock.

Charles blinked. "No, it's just that my mother has handled similar cases."

Because of the brawl, the already quiet Slytherin in the classroom became even more silent, and the Hufflepuffs were even more afraid to speak loudly in the weird atmosphere like little partridges that had just hatched their shells.

"Open the textbook, page 472." Snape said in a deep voice, "I believe you have already understood the content of the course, so who can explain."

There was an awkward silence. In theory, Slytherin students would be more familiar with those dark pasts, but no one raised their hands.

Snape's dark eyes swept across their faces one by one, his gaze stayed on the face of the blond boy with 'ignorant' written on it, and he immediately looked away speechlessly.

"Connor Stock."

Connor had bruises and bruises on his face, and he could only stand up helplessly when his name was called, "The most powerful subordinates around the Dark Lord—that is, the Death Eaters, most of them come from noble and ancient pure blood Family... like my uncle, but I've never met him, he died in Azkaban when I was four."

"Very well, Death Eater." He paused, with unspeakable disgust and memories mixed on his face, "For the past few hundred years, the teaching of Defense Against the Dark Arts has largely focused on theory. Since the rise of the Dark Lord, the Ministry of Magic has discovered that without training in defense against the dark arts, most wizards are vulnerable to Death Eaters."

He turned his back and walked towards the podium, no one could see his expression, "They have a wealth of knowledge of the dark arts, and they will all have the mark of the Dark Lord branded on their arms."

He turned around suddenly, the black robe was shaken, and several Hufflepuffs shrank their necks in fright, "There is no picture of this mark in the book, but I can still show it to you." He said, He stretched out his left hand and slowly pulled up the cuff.

Just when Charles saw a little black pattern, the door was suddenly opened.

Anna Bubbaji stumbled in, gasping for breath from the intense running, "Severus!"

Snape froze. "I'm in class." He squeezed a few syllables through his teeth.

"Sorry, but it's really urgent—Charles, you come out with me." Anna said breathlessly.

Charles stood up in confusion, wondering what this weird female professor was going crazy.

Snape nodded to her sullenly, and Charles had to follow the anxious Anna out of the classroom.As soon as the two left, the originally quiet and awkward atmosphere was swept away, and chattering discussions began.

"Shut up. Open the textbook, page 472."

"Professor, what's going on? Did you ask me to come out to run a marathon?" Charles asked with a frown as he trotted behind her with his schoolbag on his back.

"I don't know the details. Mr. Brown from the U.S. Department of Magic has come and said that he will take you back to the United States immediately."

After a while, the two of them ran to the principal's office. Charles was alright, but Anna was too tired to speak, and she was still wearing a cumbersome witch robe.

Sure enough, William Brown was in the office. He was wearing a sharp custom-made suit and sitting in an office full of history.The portraits on the wall were all peeping curiously, and Charles found that one of the portraits was a bearded old man in a lemon yellow nightgown, and he was amusingly sizing him up with ridiculous round glasses.

"Little Mr. Walker." Upon seeing Charles, William immediately stood up with a respectful attitude. The whispers of the portraits became louder, and even a fat old man who was pretending to be asleep opened his eyes to watch the show.

"Did something happen to Mom and Dad?" Charles asked nervously, his hands trembling unconsciously.

"Oh, Mr. Walker and Mrs. Walker are absolutely fine, but Mr. Walker doesn't want me to say too much. They will explain to you in person when they return to the United States. Principal McGonagall has agreed for you to take a long vacation."

Charles looked at Mag, and after getting a confirmation look, he said, "Okay."

"I have already communicated with the Ministry of Magic of the two countries. This time, the Floo can go directly to the Federal Building in Washington." William made an inviting gesture towards the fireplace in the principal's office, "Please."

Charles took a deep breath, bent down and walked into the fireplace. After Mr. Brown got in, he grabbed a handful of floo powder and said, "Washington Ministry of Magic!" A green flame rose, and the two disappeared.

"It's really interesting." The old man with a long white beard said cheerfully, and the nightgown on his body turned blue.

"I have a hunch that there will be a huge trouble." McGonagall said helplessly.

Anna stood aside, not knowing why.

☆, cockney and cursive

The Washington Ministry of Magic on weekdays was busier than when Charles first came. Their attire was no different from that of ordinary people, and everyone looked like a social elite.

A witch in a dark gray suit skirt with meticulously combed hair nodded to Mr. Brown, paused after seeing Charles, and said hesitantly, "You must be Mr. Walker...I suggest you change your clothes before going out .”

It was only then that Charles remembered that he was still wearing his Hogwarts school uniform. If he walked out like this, he would probably make social headlines that night.

"It's too late, let's apparate directly, we don't need to go to the street." Mr. Brown rejected the proposal, and when he bid farewell to the witch and took Charles to the apparating room, he stretched out his hand and said, "Have you tried apparating? It might not be very comfortable."

Charles put his hand on his arm, and before he could react, he felt his whole body being squeezed into a narrow water pipe, and his internal organs were almost squeezed out from the top of his head.

After being squeezed out of the tube, before he could stand still, Charles retched loudly while leaning on one side of the wall, "Ugh—"

"Charles!" He was hugged before he finished vomiting, followed by a familiar smell of perfume.

"Mother?" Charles raised his head from the excited Louise's arms. It was indeed Mrs. Walker, but she was not as delicate and meticulous as before. Her eyes were bloodshot from fatigue and her face was stained with tears.

Only then did Charles realize that he had gone straight to the nursing home in Los Angeles. Mr. Walker was sitting on a bench in the empty hallway with stubble on his face.

"What's the matter?" Charles yelled.

"It's your uncle, Charles." Louise said in tears, her eye makeup was in a mess, "I was receiving clients at the company, and the people in the nursing home suddenly called and said that Ashley had suffered a cardiac arrest and was still being rescued." .”

Charles felt that he couldn't breathe for a moment. He looked down at his academic robes, then raised his head and asked, "——how could it be?", his stomach wriggled strangely, and he felt like throwing up even more, "It doesn't make sense."

Mr. Brown sighed softly. "Sorry."

"Charles, come here." Davis, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke. He looked even more haggard, and the bruises were very obvious.

Louise stood up abruptly and stood in front of Charles. She screamed, "Are you sure? Is it necessary?!"

Davis also stood up, walked in front of his wife, grabbed her shoulders, and whispered, "This is wrong, it's too selfish."

Mr. Brown apparated again, knowingly.Louise stopped talking, she was shaking, and Charles clenched his fists uncomfortably. He had never seen his mother break down like this.

Davis settled his wife on the chair, and she didn't refuse anything during the whole process, as if she had completely given up on something.Davis squatted down, put his hands on Charles' shoulders, "There is one thing, your mother and I feel that we should tell you. You have to remember, no matter what, we love you."

Charles' eyes were dry, and he slowly relaxed his fist to allow the blood to flow again, "Ok." He said hoarsely.

He could see that his father was struggling fiercely, and there was a suppressed and reluctant emotion in his dark green eyes, "Your uncle, Ashley Cooper, actually—"

His words were interrupted by a loud banging on the door, and the door of the emergency room was knocked open, and the doctor in a white coat ran out excitedly and almost fell, "The heartbeat has recovered! His brain has also started to activate! "He shouted excitedly, and ran back again after notifying his family.

"..." Davis opened his mouth in shock, not knowing what to say for the first time in his life.Louise stumbled to her feet, exchanged glances with her husband, and immediately made a judgment.

"Your uncle, Ashley, he is really a very nice person," Louise almost broke down in tears, "You were just born, and he said he would give you his ring, if it wasn't for that car accident... She gasped, her face covered with tears, "he finally had a chance to wake up, God bless..." She finally passed out from being too excited.

"Mom!" Charles screamed in horror.

Davis nervously caught his wife's limp body, quickly called a nurse and placed Louise in another bed, and then said to Charles, "Go and stay with Mom."