Harder Aurora

Mom, I'm here. "

Charles followed the nurse away in confusion, things changed too fast, he knew very well that there was a huge loophole in it, and he would definitely figure out this weird feeling, but now, he couldn't think about anything anymore, I just washed my face indiscriminately and fell asleep beside my mother's bed.

The tall black-haired man twisted his fingers nervously, suffering every second. This is a pain of being judged by huge contradictions and self-morality, but there is no selfless saint in this world.

"Mr. Walker," the little blond nurse poked her head out, her face was wet, probably covered in cold sweat, "Mr. Cooper is awake."

"But something seems wrong, please come in."

silence.

After a few seconds, Davis regained his breath, "Thank you."

Several little nurses stood aside to pack up the instruments, and the doctor was bending over to check something.

He looked in amazement at the gray-blue eyes, really beautiful eyes.He carefully shone the flashlight on the patient's pupils, "Can you hear me?"

The weak patient on the bed breathed slowly, and nodded slightly after a while.

Davis stood tensely by the bed, staring intently at this man who was neither unfamiliar nor familiar.

"Blink once." The man did as he did, but he was very slow, and his light golden eyelashes flicked hesitantly.

"What's your name?" the doctor asked softly.

His pupils dilated a little, but there was no further reaction. "Can you hear me?", nodded, "Name?", no response.

The doctor straightened up, exchanged glances with Davis, and continued to ask, "Do you remember what happened before the coma?"

His eyes blinked twice quickly, and his glass-like eyeballs began to roll, looking at the man in the strange white robe, "...No."

"Remember who you are?"

He seemed to have finally come to life, his eyes gradually panicked, everything around him was strange, and his mind was blank, "...I don't remember."

Standard London accent.

Life at Hogwarts has not changed much. Albus originally wanted to write a letter to Harry, but he still couldn’t write it after thinking about it all night. In addition, the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin is about to start. If James is replaced again, it is estimated that he will be so depressed that he will immediately run out of school and fly to Durmstrang to find Ginny.

Yes, Ginny's team played in Durmstrang recently, and if this one wins again, there should be two rematch games against Bulgaria and Scotland before they can return to England.His memory is outstanding. He still remembers the time when Harry perfunctorily comforted them with a piece of raw and super nasty pizza, Ginny would formally divorce the next time she came back. Of course, anyway, the rumors of their divorce are already spreading All kinds of gossip spread, only the "Daily Prophet" and "The Quibbler" remained silent.

In fact, it is difficult for him to understand why the "Daily Prophet", which always loves to slander Harry, turned a blind eye to the rumors that the Savior was about to divorce. Why did Skeeter let go of such an explosive front page, or rather, why didn't old Mr. Malfoy use the news to embarrass Harry?

James finally got his wish to compete. His flying skills are indeed better than Albus. Of course, it may also be because he has been suppressed for too long. In short, James really ended the game in only 3 minutes, creating the school's For the record, Sterling, the opposing Seeker, was on the spot, literally.

Originally, Albus was worried that the Slytherins would use other methods to retaliate against James to get back the field, but since Walker took a strange vacation, they seemed to be suddenly good at swallowing their anger, and even the number of provocations dropped sharply. Either discussing homework or getting together to twirl a magic wand sickly.

"That mutated poisonous snake hasn't appeared for a long time. Why can he take such a vacation?" James, who won the game beautifully, regained his former vivacity and enthusiasm. He said while writing a thesis on the sofa of the Room of Requirement.

"I don't know. According to the portrait of a certain headmaster, Phineas, people from the U.S. Ministry of Magic personally asked Headmaster McGonagall to give him leave." Albus said.

"It won't go bankrupt."

Albus gave him a blank look, too lazy to be childish with him.

After a few minutes of silence, James started chatting again, "If mom wins this game, she will be able to join the Quidditch World Cup next year."

Albus was silent for a while, then said, "She should be back soon."

James hummed happily, not thinking of anything else at all, or accepting certain facts at all.

Albus sighed, deciding not to say too much about the matter, leaving Harry and Ginny to explain it to him, it was their responsibility.

Albus didn't mean to blame Harry and Ginny, but that doesn't mean that their embarrassing way of getting along with each other wouldn't bring him some shadows that might just be insignificant, and of course let him see through the sinful cellar of this false marriage , that piece of paper that Harry treasured in a well-worn copy of "Advanced Potion Preparation".

He particularly hates dirty places. Theoretically, he would never go to the cellar at home, but during that time he was very keen on catching newborn snakes in the garden, and one of them escaped to the Dark cellar.

Albus, who was a head shorter than now, pushed open the somewhat yellowed wooden door of the cellar in disgust, but unexpectedly found that the stairs in front of him were not dirty at all, apparently people often went in there.

Little Albus was still a little scared, after all, it was a cellar, and cellars in dark fairy tales of children's wizards were used to store Inferi.

But how could there be a corpse in the house of the savior?It was just a very normal-looking small study room, with three bookcases neatly packed with books, and little Albus immediately saw a snake's tail protruding from a book that looked a bit tattered.

He walked over on tiptoe without a sound, caught the snake's tail when he saw the right moment, and pulled out several books. The old one—"Advanced Potion Preparation" was about to fall apart, and Albus quickly He put the other books back in their original places, carefully turning up the tattered pages.

It was filled with densely packed notes. He flipped through it casually, and a piece of parchment that looked like it had been torn from some kind of book fell out. On the top of the page, a black note was carefully circled. The incantation, "God has no shadow." Albus chanted unconsciously.But the notes weren't Harry's handwriting.

He looked back at the paper again, and on the first line he could tell it was Harry's handwriting, but the strange thing was that it was more like a conversation note, another person's handwriting was very beautiful, classical and gorgeous cursive Character.

Harry's handwriting, "Look what secret I've discovered."

"who are you?"

"You actually like me, I didn't expect it."

"Why can you write in my notebook? You want to humiliate me."

"It never occurred to me. Why didn't you tell me?"

"Why did I tell you? Everyone knows that you and Weasley the Red are a couple."

"Ginny and I are not a couple, she is my sister. We see each other every day, why do we have to write so ridiculously?"

"What on earth do you want, why can't you go back and hug Dumbledore's thigh to wipe your nose?"

"Don't insult Professor Dumbledore. Can we talk, face to face."

"Obviously I'm insulting you, after all you're the pervert who's obsessed with the principal's pajama pants. No."

"I'm not obsessed with the principal's pajama pants. On the contrary, I never discredited you for being obsessed with your father. Didn't your diary say that you like me, why can't we try."

"You are sick, get out of my diary."

"I'm here, you nod, I'll be there soon."

So much for the content, little Albus bit his finger helplessly.Thanks to Harry's education, he can understand every word and understand the meaning of every sentence.

☆, Chocolate honey pie, or pizza?

James was still muttering about Snape deducting points for stepping into the classroom with his left foot, Amber Selwyn actually wrote him a love letter, and other boring content, Albus didn't listen carefully, he let himself be immersed In his childhood memories, for some reason, he always felt that there was something in it that he couldn't see clearly enough.

"Do you have that diary with you?" Albus asked, putting down his pen.

"Yes, what's the matter." James casually took out the diary from the open schoolbag. After being torn by the messy schoolbag for many days, the diary looked even worse.

Albus took it speechlessly, "Why do you carry it with you? Besides, your schoolbag is too scary."

"My bedroom is even scarier."

Albus gasped, determined not to discuss such matters with him again.

Turning over the incomplete paper, stroking the lines of words with his fingers, the slender and gorgeous cursive characters, Albus couldn't help but think of that distant afternoon, the same cursive characters seemed to be on that note, especially the "y" Under the hook, the soft curve is like a gentle vine after the rain.

"I suddenly remembered something, but I really can't confirm it." Albus closed the diary tremblingly, a strange dull pain filled his heart, and Miss Slytherin's conflicted crush might not have failed.No, no, she still failed, but why, because of that vile and vile war? "But I won't tell you now. When I get home for Christmas, I'll show you something."

"Are you sick too?" Ashley Cooper leaned on the hospital bed, curiously watching the boy sitting next to him, who was said to be his nephew, pour out a few pills from the white medicine bottle and swallow them.

"It's really just a sleep aid," Charles said.

After he woke up in the hospital that day, Louise was still asleep because of a small amount of sedative. His father took him to the uncle's bed. They said he didn't remember anything. Davis put They put their hands together and said, "Ailey, this is my son and your sister's son. He is now studying in a private school in England." "Charles, your uncle also attended a private school in England for a while, so his The Cockney accent is pretty standard."

It was the first time they shook hands, and it was a very strange feeling. Ashley's blond hair had hardly been trimmed, so it had grown longer than Louise's blond hair. Nurse Miss Nina brought him an eraser The tendons are tied at the back of the head casually, looking very young, not at all close to 30 years old.His hands, like Louise's, are slender, slender and fair, and they are indeed hands that can only be raised by wealthy families.

"Is Louise coming back today?" Seeing that Charles has no intention of chatting, and has been playing with a flat iron box-he has been playing with it for several days, "What is this box?"

It's not that Charles is inconsiderate of patients, but he really doesn't know what to say to the poor uncle, for God's sake, he doesn't even know a computer now, for example.On the contrary, Louise and Davis' patience with Ashley Cooper is beyond imagination, anyway, Charles has never seen them be so patient with any subordinate, they almost told Ashley in every detail Li, including how he got into a car accident and how good his relationship with Louise was when he was a child.It's a pity that they are too busy, and they can only let Charles be here to accompany them many times.

"She's gone to New York, and she can pick you up the day after tomorrow. As for this, it's a computer." Charles answered the question patiently, and turned the screen to him, which showed a person running in an empty building—yes , he is playing a game.

"What is a computer?" He found the rows of buttons and pressed them curiously, but Charles had no time to stop them.

"gameover"

Charles took a deep breath and warned himself that he must not get excited in front of the patient, "Oh, mom will tell you when she has time."

Ashley was silent for a while, then whispered, "Can you really not stay tonight?"

I'm afraid that my sleepwalking will scare you to death, "No, I want to decorate your room." Charles said relaxedly.

He lowered his head in a low mood, looking as if he was extremely aggrieved and traced the conspicuous tattoo on his left arm with his fingers.

"..." Charles decided not to play games for the time being, "Tattoos are pretty."

Ashley frowned and looked at him, "Are you talking about this?" He raised his left arm, "I find it ugly, do you know why I got this tattoo, can it be removed?"

On the pale arm, a skeleton opened its mouth, and a snake twisted into an attacking posture slid out of it. The entire tattoo was black, inexplicably evil. "I don't know. But really, I think it's pretty." Charles looked at the pattern fascinatedly, and an inexplicable joy suddenly surged in his heart. He unconsciously stretched out his fingers and touched the cold and slippery skin.

"Hiss—" Ashley withdrew his hands as if being stung.

"What's wrong?" Charles looked at his fingers, neat and without long nails, "Did I cut you?"

The platinum-blonde long-haired patient rubbed the tattoo blankly, "No, it just hurts suddenly."

"Oh, it's probably static electricity."

"What is static electricity?"

"..." Charles began to sigh again, "Mom will tell you."

"Why do I feel like I haven't seen Charles for a long time." Isabel suddenly said on the long table, she squinted her eyes and looked at the always vacant seat.That was where Charles usually sat, and none of them would sit on it casually.

"Yeah, what about his exam?" Dominic lost his appetite, and he put down his knife and fork in frustration. "I thought about sending him the notes, but I found it impossible to get so many things to the United States. I don't have his address either."

"Actually, there is a way," Connor said.

"what?"

"Isn't Professor Bubbaji his house owl?" Connor said innocently.

Everyone consciously ignored this option and continued to eat breakfast.

The owls flew into the auditorium one after another, and began to deliver new mail or some newspapers to their owners.After a while, the long table at Ravenclaw started to make noise, and someone excitedly read the headline from the "Daily Prophet", "The England Quidditch National Team Selected for the Quidditch World Cup Finals!".

More and more people got the newspaper, and they chatted excitedly about the Quidditch World Cup with their companions, "England has not entered the finals for many years!" "Merlin's stinky socks! No wonder Potter's Quidditch is so good ""I must go to see it this time!"

"Wow, what a great event. Where's Sterling? Is he still hiding and shutting himself up?" Ai Liluo laughed.

Compared with the other three colleges, the Slytherin long table did not have a particularly big reaction to this matter. After all, the Slytherin team lost the Quidditch match not long ago, even if they were originally interested in Quidditch. The students are not in the mood to discuss it now, and a large part of the England team's victory is due to the outstanding performance of Ginny Weasley Potter, Merlin's lice, let's forget it.

"Yes, if he comes out now, he will probably be pissed off." Isabel giggled.

This also means that Ginny is coming back.

Harry came out of the Wizengamot. Since the death eaters who wandered around were gradually recaptured and brought to justice, the work of the Ministry of Magic has visibly slackened.However, after being taught by the Ministry of Magic's weakness and incompetence back then, they still had a lot of things to consider, and they began to be busy again. Therefore, when Alex, Harry's assistant over the years, was about to resign, he was still devastated.

"Are you really leaving, Alex?" Harry tapped his fingers on the table, regretfully.

The tall blond man smiled wryly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Potter. After we marry Agathe, we will settle in France."

Harry leaned back in the chair wearily, "You are my most capable assistant, and I can't find anyone else to replace you for a while."

"Actually, I have someone to choose, and I can count as your acquaintance." Alex smiled.

Harry raised his eyebrows with interest, "Who?"

"Gabrielle Delacour."

Gabrielle Delacour, sister of Fleur Delacour Weasley, of course Harry remembered her, although he hadn't seen her for many years.The last time I saw Gabrielle Delacour, it seemed to be at Fleur and Bill's wedding. She didn't come to England after Adrian was born, but Fleur and Charlie went to France to settle for a certain period of time.

"But I just wanted to help her see if there are any other positions available in the Ministry of Magic. Miss Granger suggested that I recommend her to you after she found out." Although Hermione has been married to Ron for many years, but because she is extremely Outstanding ability, most people will subconsciously call her by her original surname instead of "Mrs. Weasley".

Harry raised his eyebrows, and said in surprise, "Hermione's suggestion is always reasonable. You can let Delacour come over and practice for a while first." In theory, he wanted to talk to Hermione first, But considering that she and Ron are also busy people, and Caroline is said to have recently entered a terrible rebellious period, he decided not to bother.

A few days later, after Alex officially resigned, Gabriel went through the formalities, sat in the seat before Alex, and waited for Harry to appear.

Gabriel, like Fleur, was of extremely rare half-veela blood. When Harry saw that long moonlight-colored hair, he was in a daze for a moment.

"Mr. Harry Potter!" She heard footsteps, stood up nervously, and looked into Harry's face with wide eyes.Her accent was very similar to Fleur's, and she often couldn't pronounce Harry's name correctly, always saying "Ah Li, Ah Li".

"Miss Delacour, we have met." Harry gently extended his palm and shook her briefly.

The advantages of Veela are fully reflected in Gabriel. She has beautiful facial features similar to Furong and long moonlight hair, but her chin is pointed, making her face smaller than Furong. Of course, it may be because of Fleur has been obsessed with chocolate honey pie for several years.

"Mr. Potter." Gabriel smiled embarrassedly, directly skipping the "Ah Li" that was always bad, "I remember, you saved me."

So Gabriel's internship as the assistant director of the Legal Enforcement Department began. Contrary to Harry's expectations, Gabriel's ability was outstanding. Finish, despite merits minor blemishes, but this does not matter.Thus, the beautiful Miss Delacour officially became a regular.

Harry hadn't had time to look for Hermione when she showed up in his office with Ron.

"Dinner at the Burrow tonight?" Ron asked with a smile.

Hermione winked at Harry. "Where's Gabriel? Remember to take her, Fleur misses her little sister very much."

Ron put his arm around his wife's shoulder with a strange smile, "I knew you would definitely keep her."

"...?" Harry finally realized that Hermione's suggestion to replace Alex with Gabriel was originally based on this idea. He said helplessly, "That's because she is really good."

"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm) Ron nodded perfunctorily, "Let's go, let's call Gabriel."

When Molly saw that Harry and Gabriel actually appeared, her eyes turned red with joy, "Oh, Harry, dear child." She gave Harry a big hug, and Harry was now much taller than her It was no longer the malnourished boy who always looked pitiful all those years ago.

Gabriel and Fleur ran to the kitchen to steal chocolate honey pie, Hermione and Ron were livid with Caroline crying, Mr Weasley sat in the living room chatting with his sons, George hugged Fred's The portrait studies a new invention of mischief.Molly took Harry to the garden, and the mother looked at her son with pride, and she did play the role of mother in Harry's life.

"Ginny wrote to me, saying that you have decided to separate long ago," she said, taking a deep breath and choking, "She is ready to start a new life, and you should also move on."

She's very worried about Albus and James, but thinks Gabriel is fine, even if she's a bit "phlegmatic".After holding Harry's hand and talking for a long time, Harry didn't express his thoughts much, and often just nodded. He was actually in a nonchalant attitude.Maybe Ginny has a new boyfriend, it doesn't matter; try to get along with Gabriel, it doesn't matter; next life is a weird celibate old wizard?It doesn't seem to matter.

"Mrs. Weasley, Mr. Potter! It's time to eat!" Gabriel trotted out to inform them. Her long hair was untied and hung softly behind her head. It was a hundred times more dazzling than Gallon.

Harry suddenly felt a little annoyed, he had seen better ones, countless times more dazzling than Gallon.

"Please sign here, Mr. Cooper." Ms. Nina, a nurse, placed a piece of paper and a pen in front of Ashley cautiously, her face flushed.No way, Mr. Cooper is so good-looking, just like those melancholy and noble noble young masters in British classical dramas. In addition to his tragic car accident experience, almost the girls on the whole floor are fascinated by him.

Ashley squinted his eyes to read the discharge confirmation letter, and picked up the pen beside him after confirming each item.

Davis went to other formalities, and Louise and Charles stayed in the ward to accompany him out of the hospital process.

He hesitated to grab the cold pen, feeling a bit wrong in his hand, but he couldn't say anything, just felt as if he had never used this pen.

The nib of the pen stayed on the signature column for a long time, then slowly wrote a stroke, and then stopped again.

Louise sat next to him, supported his shoulders and asked, "What's the matter? I'll spell it for you." She wrote down her brother's name on another blank piece of paper, "Ashley Richard .cooper"

Ashley memorized the spelling carefully and signed his name on the signature column.

"What beautiful words!" Miss Nina exclaimed.

Charles leaned his head over to look, secretly stunned, his scribbled spelling was completely incomparable with this uncle.

"Thank you." Ashley thanked him gently.

"Ai Li, come on," Louise carefully helped him up. After all these years of coma, his legs were a little shriveled and he couldn't walk normally right away. Louise helped him onto the wheelchair and touched him again. stroked his hair.

"Charles will go back to England for classes after Christmas. During this time, he will teach you how to get familiar with the things at home. After all, Davis and I are both busy, so we can't stay with you at home often." Louise said apologetically.

"Charles, did I go to the same school as you?" Ashley asked in his pure Cockney accent.

"..." This Charles really didn't know. He was about to say that he didn't know, and Louise answered the question, "No, the school you used to study in has been closed due to funding problems."

It's fake, it's very obvious, Charles frowned slightly, he couldn't really be from a school.

But Ashley was so easy to fool, he nodded disappointedly.

Davis' personal assistant was ready for a limousine, still the same black limousine.Davis just remembered, "Charles, have you seen the sports car I gave you before?"

"No," Charles said gloomily, "the school usually doesn't allow people to go out at all."

Ashley didn't pay attention to the conversation of the three of them. He leaned against the car window with his eyes wide open, looking at all kinds of strange things on the street.

A red light, the car stopped next to a busy restaurant.

"...Pizza?" Ashley said looking at the huge advertisement stuck on the floor-to-ceiling glass of the restaurant.

"Do you remember this is pizza?" Davis said in surprise. It's no wonder he was surprised. After all, he didn't know what it was when he watched Charles drink a Coke before.

That's not a school, Charles silently crossed his suspicions.

"Do you want to eat?" Louise asked, "Although the doctor said that you are not suitable for eating this kind of fast food for the time being, it's okay if it's just a little bit." So Davis directly asked his assistant to buy a free to home.

After returning to Beverly Hills, Louise took his brother by the hand and took him around the whole house. However, Charles had to accompany him to get familiar with how to use the various equipment and furniture.

"Eat it, or it will be cold." Charles opened the pizza box, and the rich cheese aroma flowed out, together with bright tomatoes and ham, it looked very appetizing.

Seeing how happy they were eating, Ashley couldn't help asking, "Shouldn't pizza be terrible?"

"..." The three of them didn't know how to answer for a while, before Charles said, "We thought you liked—"

"I don't know." He shrugged, picked up a piece and took a careful bite.He was shocked after just one bite, it was too delicious.

☆、Ginny is back

Although he had imagined many times what kind of person this poor uncle was, after a few days of getting along with him, the degree of delicacy of this uncle still greatly shocked Charles.For example, if you don't like food, as long as you taste a little bit, Ashley will frown his beautiful brows, then put down the knife and fork reservedly, and rinse your mouth with red wine. You are very particular about any red wine, and you will frown a little sour , A frown that is too light, a frown that is too astringent.He is still the real version of Princess and the Pea. He sat down on the sofa one day, and then started to frown. He opened the cushion and found a piece of Henry's dog food.

"Grandma and mother must have loved you very much before." Charles said helplessly, picking up the dog food.

"Why doesn't mother come to see me?" Ashley asked back with folded arms, while Henry wagged his tail and twirled around his feet.He likes to wear long-sleeved shirts, and Charles thinks this is to hide the cool tattoo. His long hair was cut at his insistence, and now he is neatly combed, with only a handful of bangs hanging on his white hair. on the forehead.

Charles completely forgot about it. After all, Mrs. Cooper died of illness when he was only a few years old, and Louise never mentioned it in front of her younger brother, "Oh, I'll let my mother tell you." The phone called Louise.

Ashley sat down slowly, his graceful movements didn't even wrinkle the soft house trousers.

Charles muttered to the phone for a while before handing it to his ear.

You don't need to guess what Louise said to him. Ashley's gray-blue eyes widened slightly at first, and then slowly welled up with tears, but even though he was panicked and sad, his demeanor was still elegant. "Impossible, how could mother die?".

Louise on the other end of the phone twirled the pen in her hand anxiously, ink dripped out and stained the paper inadvertently, "I'm sorry to keep this from you, Ai Li, maybe you don't remember, our father, when you just He died in a car accident when he was born."

Ashley stood up from the sofa, took a few steps back and forth, then hung up the phone and sat down again.He looked into Charles' eyes and said seriously, "I don't believe it."

Charles watched silently as he curled up at one end of the sofa, staring at the carpet in a daze.

"...kill him"

Startled, Charles took a few steps back, nearly tripping over himself.Henry suddenly stopped wagging his tail, gritted his teeth, and let out a threatening moan from his throat.

"Are you okay?" Ashley pulled him nervously onto the sofa, looking him in the eye.

Charles found that this uncle liked to stare into his eyes. This feeling is really indescribable, but this is not the point, but the strange auditory hallucinations have begun again, but this time it is different.Charles clenched his fist uncomfortably, avoiding Ashley's eyes. It felt too wrong, like someone was driving normally, but someone next to him suddenly wanted to rush out to grab the steering wheel, but the driver didn't have time to react. The person was pulled back.

Ashley didn't pay attention to what was wrong with his little nephew, he suddenly started talking about some inexplicable topics, "Has anyone told you that your eyes are actually not the same as Davis's, his eyes are darker green."

Charles ignored him, but asked, "What do you mean when you say you don't believe it?"

This question was obviously difficult for Ashley to answer, but after thinking for a while, he decided to tell the truth. He pulled out a platinum chain from his collar and wore a plain silver ring on it, "First of all, I don't think my parents will die like this, and I don't know why, but don't blood relatives have this kind of intuitive judgment? In addition, this ring, my sister said it was a British souvenir, and at that time I Bought it for you. But why would I buy a ring the size of my own finger for a baby?"

Slytherin, Charles silently admired and gave him a definition, "But grandpa and grandma did die like this, and their cemeteries are all in their hometown in Brooklyn."

Henry jumped onto the sofa and rubbed against Ashley faster, Ashley carefully pushed his drooling head away, only hugging Henry's soft and clean back, "And my accent is very different from yours. "

"That's because you grew up in an aristocratic private school in England." Charles knew this set of rhetoric by heart.

"Impossible." Ashley narrowed his eyes, showing a very aristocratic smirk, "If it was a noble school, then my former classmates or partners would definitely come to give condolences and visits, but so far, there is no one. "

Indeed, it is the normal state of the rich to flatter and cling to the powerful. In theory, Charles would not even have time to take Mr. Cooper, who was recovering from a serious illness, to the "slums".

However, Charles is still very clear about the fact that the position determines the head. If this is what Louise wants, it must be true. "Are you ready to accept the blow?" Charles said sympathetically, "It is said that the car accident accident In the second week of [-], your classmates chartered a plane to visit, but they all died in an air crash.”

"Half-breed magical creature, Potter, every time I feel that you can't be more depraved, you can always refresh my bottom line." Lucius came out of Kingsley's office and saw Director Potter with A new little secretary was waiting outside the door, with long moon-colored hair and an extremely beautiful face, she looked like the Veela of the Delacour family.

When did Gabriel receive such words, but she also understood that she was just a small employee of the Ministry of Magic, and this kind of ancient British pure-blood family was always so mean, so she kept silent, and even sweetened Lucius smile, "Mr. Malfoy."

Harry stepped forward helplessly to block Lucius' disgusted and disdainful gaze, "I just wanted to talk to you about the terms of trade with the U.S. Department of Magic, some parts did not meet the Wizengamot's expectations, maybe we can talk to you tonight dinner?"

Lucius sneered, "I will only attend your funeral." He said with his head up and left, without any intention of discussing any trade terms.

"Say hello to Narcissa for me!" Harry called after him.

"What about the trade terms?" Gabriel asked with wide eyes.

Harry stroked his neatly combed black hair, lowered his head and said with a smile, "That's why I'm looking for Shacklebolt. There's nothing more convenient than asking directly from the Minister of Magic."

After coming out of the minister's office, Harry, who had solved a big problem, returned to his place refreshed, only to find that an unexpected person had appeared, and he really couldn't remember it at all, and had no impression at all.

"Wow." Sitting in his chair, Ginny squealed and blinked when she saw Gabriel behind Harry.

"Mrs. Potter!" Gabriel jumped up excitedly, and almost wanted to take out the parchment to sign for Ginny, but her good upbringing stopped her, she blushed a little, then left wisely, and closed the door.

The air instantly became awkward.

"I'm sorry, I really forgot that you came back today." Harry coughed lightly, feeling extremely guilty