Harder Aurora

Si lowered his head and followed Narcissa, both of them walked a little slowly, "I don't want to go back."

"You got scolded?" Narcissa asked sympathetically.

"I don't want to talk about that," James muttered. "Why isn't old Mr. Malfoy here?"

"Lucius?" Narcissa said lightly, "He would rather go to the Black Lake than come in."

James didn't understand. He found that Narcissa took him to another exit of the cemetery, and there were actually two people waiting outside.

"Old Mr. Malfoy." James stopped in his tracks, looking at the blond man outside the iron fence with a strange look.

"Boy of the Potter family." Lucius narrowed his eyes and spoke in a bad tone.

"Lucius." Narcissa looked at him reproachfully, "He's just a kid."

"Muggle coat, messy hair, expression like a bat spirit curse, it must be the Gryffindor." Lucius said sarcastically.

"Maybe you would like to have a cup of hot tea at Malfoy Manor?" Narcissa gave Lucius a hard look, and asked James gently.

"What—" Lucius screamed.

"Okay." James immediately agreed, with an extremely cute and sweet smile. Seeing the expression on Old Malfoy's face as if he had eaten a strange-flavored booger-flavored bean, he stuck out his tongue triumphantly at him.

"Hi, I'm Astoria." Only then did James notice that the woman who was half a step behind Lucius had the same blond hair, but it was not the same as Malfoy's, but the color was also a bit lighter, different Compared with the beauty of Delacour's veela, her beauty is more classical, but the meanness and arrogance in her eyes can't be stopped.

"I'm James." James immediately knew which of the three had the final say, and he obediently half-hid behind Narcissa.

"I know you. You caught the Snitch in 3 minutes, even better than Potter." Astoria laughed.

"You know your father?" James opened his eyes wide.

Astoria had a weird expression on her face, she forced a smile, "Who wouldn't know? And I'm only one year younger than him."

James screamed silently in his heart, and he even wanted to rush up and grab Astoria by the collar regardless of any gentleman's etiquette, and asked her, "Are you Miss Slytherin?!".

Lucius sneered, stretched out his arms and said, "Then go."

James followed Narcissa's hand without hesitation, and Apparated.

Harry covered his mouth and said very slowly, "It seems that this possibility cannot be ruled out."

"Seven, isn't it?" said Hermione in a sleepwalking voice. "What else?"

"Harry, why don't we go to St. Mungo's first?" Ginny said worriedly.

"The "Daily Prophet" is expected to sell like crazy." Harry said coolly.

"Dumbledore?" Hermione suggested.

Harry narrowed his eyes. "The portrait is not a real soul. I doubt he can give effective advice...but it's not impossible."

Charles locked himself in the bathroom of the banquet hall, his heart beating uncontrollably.He didn't know when he actually took a table knife from the table. When he and Ellie went to the bathroom to wash their hands, he clearly saw his reflection in the mirror smiling at him, and then looked away viciously. Ashley bowed his head.

He gasped, reached into his pocket, and tightly grasped the handle of the knife.

"..."

"What's the matter with you?" His uncle asked with a frown.

"Oh," Charles shrugged pretending to be relaxed, "it's nothing, you go out first."

Ashley raised his eyebrows, "fine."

Charles sat on the toilet seat with cold sweat on his back, "Annabelle?"

silence.

It's over, Charles deeply thinks that he has encountered a supernatural event. He has always taken this kind of sleepwalking and auditory hallucinations seriously for so many years, but since he went to Hogwarts, he can clearly feel his brain. This kind of change, especially since this month—no, it should be said that since Ashley Cooper recovered, this feeling has become clearer, something wants to control his body.

Of course, it is also possible that he had hallucinations from watching too many horror movies.He wasn't afraid of such psychic events, but trying to control his steering wheel was just too much.

He thought of the Irish mantis that Slughorn had given him, as if there was still a vial in his bag.

James has been secretly looking at Astoria, and the more he looks at her, the more beautiful she feels. Although his mother is also a great beauty, the beauties in Slytherin are still very different from Gryffindors. They are more delicate, especially when they reveal When a little arrogant, it is full of extravagance.If Ginny is a camellia blooming in the wild, then Astoria is a rose carefully cultivated in the royal garden.

Astoria felt uncomfortable when he saw her, she was not Lucius, even if she hated the savior, she would not have trouble with a child, but what is this weird hostility with appreciation?

"What are you looking at?" She decided she couldn't take it anymore, Mr. Malfoy went to the study, Narcissa was preparing tea, and she and this little troll were left staring at each other.

"Are you a Slytherin?"

"Obviously." Astoria said dryly.

James suddenly remembered her last name, "Greengrass?"

"Yes," Astoria folded his arms impatiently, "what exactly do you want to ask?"

James drank the lipstick tea covertly, "What do you think of my father?"

"Pfft", Astoria squirted all the tea back into the cup, this was really her most unseemly moment.

James handed her a handkerchief sympathetically.

I can't cast a jinx on a child, Astoria took a deep breath, "well, a savior with a scar on his head?"

"Yes!" James yelled, startling Astoria, spilling half a cup of tea on himself.

"What's wrong with you? A troll from a troll den?" Astoria screamed and stood up.

"Language! Miss Greengrass!" Narcissa came out followed by a string of house elves, and she looked at Astoria who was shouting very unhappy.

"Ma'am! Look at my dress!"

"I see!" James' big green eyes sparkled, "No wonder you are so old and don't get married!"

Astoria turned blue with anger, she sneered and pulled out her wand, "Let me help the savior teach my son."

"Mr. Potter!" Narcissa shouted angrily, "Apologize to Miss Greengrass!"

"Can you just be quiet for a while?" Lucius walked down the stairs with a livid face holding a snake stick.

"When did Malfoy Manor become a goddamn dueling arena?" he growled.

"I'm sorry." James ran behind Narcissa and said sincerely.

Astoria's face turned blue and white, and he stuffed his wand back into his skirt angrily.

"As long as a teacup breaks, I'll fire you." Lucius narrowed his eyes threateningly.

Astoria was so angry that her eyes filled with tears, "I'm sorry, Mr. Malfoy, but Mr. Potter said I'm an old woman."

"I didn't!" James protested.

"What do you care about with an idiot?" Lucius frowned.

"Lucius!" "I'm not an idiot!" Narcissa and James shouted simultaneously.

Lucius made a gesture of surrender, "Okay."

"So why are you staying here, can't you go back to Godric's Manor or celebrate Christmas with your little girlfriend?" Lucius looked at him with disgust.

"I don't want to go back, and I don't have any little girlfriend." James said while staring at Narcissa pitifully.

"Wow, I don't have any little girlfriends. I'm really just like your father." Astoria said eccentrically.

You really are Miss Slytherin. James put the final coffin on this idea. It's so precious and mean, no wonder he can't beat his mother.

"Let Mr. Potter stay for dinner, it's okay. You can go back tomorrow morning." Narcissa decided gently.

Lucius accepted this fact angrily, and said to Astoria with a dark face, "Write a letter to the savior and ask him to come and pick him up tomorrow!"

So when Harry, who was still worrying about his scar, saw a letter from a dark brown owl, he sprayed the pumpkin juice on Ron's face.

"Hey!" Ron yelled angrily.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked warily.

"Caroline is at Godric's Heights, and James ran away from home." Harry said blankly, "Where do you think he went?" He paused meaningfully, "At Malfoy Manor .”

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"Why did James run away from home again?" Hermione looked at the ex-husband and wife who didn't care about it reproachfully.

Harry immediately protested, "Hey! Why did you say again?"

"Never seriously talked to them, huh?" Ron made a contemptuous gesture at Ginny.

"Isn't the point Caroline?" Ginny screamed.

"Oh, Caroline will definitely have her conversation."

"Hmm, James will have some too, why don't we continue discussing Horcruxes?" Harry said desperately.

Ginny scoffed, "Cowardly savior."

"You are brave, you go and pick it up." Harry made an inviting gesture.

Ginny stared at him for a while, then said blankly, "I think we should investigate the clues of the original Horcrux—"

James realized how ridiculous it was that he always laughed at Malfoy's idea of ​​living in a haunted house. In fact, it was really cool to live in such a huge classical manor. There are several fluffy white peacocks that have not yet bloomed.

Astoria carried a bucket of peacock feed with a dark face and followed the troll in Potter's house. There was no way, because she and James, the two guests, intended to destroy Lucius' gorgeous hall, so they were rejected. Punishment to take care of the peacock.She looked at the bouncing back in front of her and hated her teeth.

"So, are you familiar with Dad?" James asked pretending to be casual.

"Unfamiliar." Astoria said coldly.

James looked back at her sympathetically, fully understanding her anger and resentment.

Astoria's hairs stood on end by his eyes, and the goosebumps fell all over the floor.She rolled her eyes, and the corners of her mouth curled up viciously, "It seems that you are very interested in what happened when Potter was in school?"

"Would you like to say?" His big green eyes lit up instantly.

"To be honest, I was really shocked that he married Weasley, after all, he had a lot of girlfriends before." Astoria deliberated and began to smear the Savior.

"..."

"First of all, he and Granger are very close, and they spend more time together than anyone else. And that... oh, Miss Zhang from Ravenclaw, during the Triwizard Tournament, Potter did it for Qiu Zhang and Sey. Derek was jealous, and finally Cedric died, and he was with Qiu the next year, tsk tsk."

"Oh, yes. And then he hooked up with Lovegood somehow, that one, the editor of The Quibbler. From Ravenclaw Flowers to Crazy Girls, that's a wide range of tastes." Astoria shook his head in amazement, "Parvati from Gryffindor seems to have talked with him for a while, after all, he went to such great lengths to invite him to lead the dance, so he can't be called just an ordinary friend. That's right! Della Kool, you must know him, Potter risked his life to save Gabrielle Delacour, and her sister Fleur even kissed Potter in public! Gabrielle Delacour seems to be his new assistant?"

Astoria looked happily at the expression of James' collapsed three views, and couldn't help saying, "He doesn't even let Slytherin go—"

Speaking of the point, James narrowed his eyes.

Astoria stopped talking suddenly, and she looked at James from head to toe in disgust, "Huh.", and went around him and started feeding the peacock.

"What about my mother?" James couldn't help asking.

Astoria didn't look back, and kept bending over to take the feed, "Weasley? A poor little follower who is obsessed with the savior. He has never been looked at directly. He changes boyfriends twice a year in order to attract Potter's attention." , succeed for a while, relying on the relationship between brother and Potter to gain a foothold."

"Impossible." James sneered.

Astoria finally turned her head to look him in the eyes, and there was a strange sympathy in it. She suddenly didn't want to embarrass the child, "Potter doesn't like her type at all."

"What type is that?" James yelled.

Astoria ignored him, and walked back directly after the little peacock was full.

"Are you like this?!"

She laughed at herself, but didn't answer.It has to be said that Potter's taste is very good, and everyone who has had an affair with him is an outstanding beauty.But Astoria has doubts about the eyes of these beauties, including her former fiancé. She still can't figure out why Draco Malfoy likes that scar-headed savior.

When she first went to school, she knew that the young master of the Malfoy family would be her future husband. For this, Daphne was jealous to death, but she didn't dare to resist. Later, she honestly got engaged to a pure-blood wizard in Germany.And that Parkinson, who only revolves around Draco's thigh, isn't he going to marry an old Scottish nobleman.

As for when she discovered Draco's terrifying eyes?It was a bit embarrassing indeed, and now Potter felt uncomfortable when he saw her.Draco actually learned Weasley's method of using other people to stimulate the Savior, and from a certain day onwards, he treated her with an uncharacteristically intimate attitude.

She was flattered at first, thinking that Master Malfoy had finally come to his senses, until she received a severe beating from Potter.It is actually not accurate to say that they were beaten severely, it was actually a curse.While there was no one around, she was directly knocked away by a fuchsia, and that nasty, evil Gryffindor idiot provocatively kissed her fiancé right under her nose.

Thinking about it now, Astoria feels suffocated, which is a shame.

She secretly glanced back at the youngest son of the person who had brought her the greatest shame in life, squatting on the spot dejectedly, and with the influence of the fog, it looked like a small wet ball.She relented again.

"Come here!" she yelled.

James immediately ran over wagging his tail again.

"..." Astoria sighed, really, what are you fussing about with children.

The person who loves to care about children the most rummaged through his schoolbag several times before finding the dirty-looking bottle of herbal medicine.Charles carefully poured some into the black tea, hoping that there would be no strange reaction to the potion and Muggle tea, and he squinted his eyes and drank it in one gulp.

Drowsiness came up immediately, and he cursed Slughorn secretly, this thing can directly help sleep, why is it so troublesome to boil the potion.Before he fell asleep completely, he locked the door, dragged the chair over to the door, and then relaxed back on the bed.

The dream came right away, but this time it was a little different, the aurora was all over the sky, but he was standing on the top of the cliff, and the lights of Hogwarts could be seen in the distance.

"What the hell?" Charles murmured, he turned around and found that there was actually a black lake under the cliff.The water in the Black Lake is so black that it cannot even reflect the light of the moon.

A huge force struck from behind, "Ah—" he fell straight down.

It felt so real, Charles vowed never to go to a funfair again.

Then there's the familiar feeling of falling, and then a dog gnaw in the snow.

Charles got up with a sigh, and the sense of danger became stronger this time. He calmly ran directly into the car, turned off the powerful high beams, and it was dark all around, and he couldn't see his fingers.

Charles started to get scared, no matter what, he was only 13 years old, not to mention watching so many horror movies since he was a child, he swallowed, shrinking himself smaller and smaller in fear.

What's more, he didn't dare to turn on the lights anymore. What if he found a big face on the window when the lights were on, Louise probably had to prepare for his funeral early.

If something came knocking on the door now, he didn't even have a weapon.

As soon as I thought of this, there was an extra magic wand in my hand.

"..." Well, he finally realized the miraculous effect of mantis grass.

But he can't stay in the car all the time, so it doesn't make any sense.It was all fake, he tried to hypnotize himself, it was all fake...but why didn't any of the damned street lights turn on?

"Pa—" The street lights on both sides immediately turned on one by one.

"Wow." Charles was speechless, got up resignedly, and looked out the window carefully.

It was a wilderness in the suburbs, but only the dense forest not far away could be vaguely seen, and there were endless snow-covered roads in the front and back.

"...Maybe I need a cross."

Immediately there was a heavy, pure gold cross in his hand, very good, Charles looked at the things in his hand expressionlessly, it seemed that the mantis grass could also figure out the host's preferences.

He made some mental preparations and pushed the car door open. The wind and snow outside almost blew him back, but he still stood firm.

But how to find the source of that malicious intention?He put the wand flat on the palm of his hand and said "pointme". The wand seemed to be drawn, and it spun a few times quickly, pointing straight at the dark jungle.

"I'm a genius," he muttered, clutching the cross in his hand, and walked in the direction his wand was pointing.

A series of footprints were left on the snow, and the feeling of danger became stronger, and the hatred and malice inside were simply suffocating.

When he pushed aside the first clump of branches, he heard that familiar and strange voice that had been whispering in his ear for many years, but now the voice was so small that he almost had to hold his breath to hear it clearly.

"...the boy, he found out..."

"Who the hell are you?" Charles yelled.

"...I will take your place...the Dark Lord will be truly reborn..."

"You're going to die ugly." Charles sneered, and now he wasn't afraid at all, in fact, he was going crazy.

"Fire!" he shouted, and a strong flame burst from the tip of his wand, and although the woodland was covered with snow, it was instantly ignited.The flames spread quickly, like a living tide, devouring every branch.

The creature in the darkness obviously didn't expect the host to set fire to a disagreement. It screamed miserably, and almost black smoke came out of the fire and fell on Charles' face.

But it failed, hissing angrily, forming a corporeal snake, baring its sharp fangs.Moreover, the body is very large.

Then, Charles ran away.He quickly ran in the direction of the car.

The monster quickly reacted, blackened the snow all over the ground, and stuck Charles' feet.

"..." Charles looked disgustedly at the oil-like object stuck to the shoe, which was really, really disgusting.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Charles said calmly when the black matter was reassembled and his fangs were exposed.

"Let me guess, you still can't completely replace me now, or you would have done it long ago."

The monster squirmed slowly and turned into a vague human body, its head tilted sideways, glaring at the trapped boy with interest.

"But obviously, your ability is increasing day by day. It used to make me have auditory hallucinations at most, but now it can trap me."

Seeing that the disgusting oil had no intention of speaking, he sighed and continued, "In this case, why waste time now? Why don't you let me go back and continue to increase your strength slowly. What can I say later? "

"..." Now it was the monster's turn to be speechless, and it suddenly felt that what the man said made sense.

But it didn't have time to think about it, a translucent blue unicorn ran over from the direction of the car, with an elegant comet tail behind it.As it approached, Charles could still clearly see the surface material of the monster being burned.

The monster twisted in pain, revealing a dark red eye full of hatred, unwillingly melting into a puddle of mud and seeping into the snow.

This is really, miraculous.Charles couldn't find a more suitable adjective for the time being. He looked at the transparent unicorn silently staring at him, "What are you, Virgin Mary?"

The unicorn blinked, and thrust its head forward into his palm.

Then he woke up, and it was broad daylight.

"Given that my scar has been hurting for another night, you should believe me now." Harry pointed tiredly at the very obvious bruises under his eyes, and Ginny nodded seriously.

"Again." Hermione sighed in despair.

"It's annoying." Ron clicked his tongue.

"Okay, so any hints?" Hermione crossed her arms.

"What hint?"

"Didn't Tom Riddle always tell you what he was doing?"

"Why do you have such an idea." Harry's face was full of disbelief.

Ron approached Hermione flatteringly, "That's true, buddy, the previous clues were all based on your dreams."

"Maybe it's because Harry's Occlumency is so good?" Ginny said.

"Get rid of it," Hermione ordered grimly.

"Oh," Harry touched his nose awkwardly, "I won't."

Miss Sophie, the maid, had all the breakfast ready, and they had only to sit down and eat it.Louise and Davis disappeared again early in the morning, leaving only the uncle and nephew at home.

"What were you doing last night?" Ashley asked casually.

"What are you doing?" Charles put down his fork vigilantly.

"Please, I live across from your room. If you want to dance in the room at night, I will definitely not be able to sleep." He pointed to the slightly obvious dark circles under his eyes, "As you said, I am very delicate, a little I couldn't sleep because of the noise."

"There's still plenty of Valium in the medicine cabinet." Charles smirked.

Ashley stopped eating breakfast, leaned on the back of the chair with folded arms, and narrowed his eyes to look at his little nephew.

Charles felt uncomfortable being stared at, "What are you looking at?"

"Are you going back to England for classes in two days?"

"Yes, what."

"It's nothing." Ashley smiled happily, and continued to eat breakfast as if nothing happened.

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Ginny just wanted to chop Harry Potter into pieces, but he actually asked Snape to pick him up at the Malfoy Manor on the grounds that he was going to teach him how to remove the Occlumency!She didn't want to have an in-depth conversation with James, she would rather have another wizard war, plus old Malfoy's scary expression, oh, Voldemort is actually quite cute.

Sure enough, after she touched the manor's magic defense, Lucius Malfoy appeared at the gate with a sneer, rolling his eyes to the sky, "Look who it is, the former Mrs. Potter."

"Good morning, ex-Mr. Death Eater." Ginny smiled brightly.

"I will make a list of the economic losses caused by Mr. Potter and send it to Godric's Manor." Lucius nodded slightly, "I hope Potter's salary can afford it."

"I'm sorry." Ginny immediately apologized sincerely.

"It's really a family education that connects the past and the future." Lucius mocked.

"Weasley," Astoria led James from the garden, "it's been a long time."

Ginny raised her eyebrows, "Greengrass, say hello to your sister for me." James lowered his head and hid behind Astoria, grinding the dirt with his toes.

"Not yet." Astoria smirked.

"Have you guys finished insulting each other? Greenglass, maybe you forgot, and you'll be late in 10 minutes." Lucius said impatiently.

"It's all ready." Astoria said nervously immediately, she didn't want to lose this job, "Little troll, go back and hug your mother's thigh." After saying that, she and Lucius disapparated in place. She was born, leaving behind a pair of mother and son who cared for each other and said nothing.

Ginny couldn't help it first, "What's wrong with you? Do you know where this is?"

"I know." James said stubbornly.

"Shut down until the holidays are over!" Ginny yelled angrily.

Seeing that James didn't answer, Ginny's tone softened a little, "How did you get here? I can't figure it out at all."

"Sleepwalking."

Ginny took a deep breath, no wonder Harry would rather deal with the old bat than the kid.

Albus was teaching Caroline to spell in the living room when James kicked the door open, and Caroline's pen drew a long line on the paper.

"James! Stop!" Ginny also rushed in, but James ran upstairs, locked the door, and locked himself in confinement.

Caroline shook her head and sighed old-fashionedly, and continued to practice vocabulary.

"Fine, I've had enough too." Albus threw the pen on the table coldly, and shut himself in the room over Ginny.

"Auntie," Caroline said politely.

Facing the two closed doors, Ginny stomped her feet angrily. After realizing Caroline's presence, she finally regained her balance, "Oh, yes, and you."

Hogwarts during the Christmas holidays was always very quiet, but when Severus Snape was seriously studying the potion, he was interrupted by a hasty knock on the door, and with a shake of his hand, the whole pot of potion was useless.

He opened the door with a black face, and now his face was even darker, it was actually the face he hated the most.

"Professor." Mr. Director outside the door smiled.

"Speak, or get out." Snape squeezed a few tones through his teeth.

"There is one very important thing—can I get in?"

Snape stared at him for several seconds, as if trying to punch a hole in Harry's face with his eyes, before he turned sideways coldly.

"Thank you." Harry murmured thanks, and unceremoniously squeezed past the old professor into the familiar office.

"Let the fart go."

Harry's eyes widened in shock, "Don't be so vulgar."

"Because of you, a pot of potion is useless. If you want to get my friendly attitude, then please make me another pot after you have finished pouring out the bezoar in your head."

No, I'm not going to make potions in my life, Harry silently declined. "My scar," he decided to get straight to the point, "is hurting again."

Snape was genuinely surprised this time, "What did you say?"

Harry lifted his bangs to reveal the world-famous lightning scar, "I don't know why, and Hermione can't think of a reason, but it just started to hurt."

Snape raised his sleeves in confusion, frowned at the ugly and evil mark on his arm, "It doesn't make sense."

"So I hope to get your help." Harry said with a wry smile, "My Occlumency has been rooted in my brain over the years, and I can't open it at all, but I need to reconnect with Riddle's mind so that I can Find out what this is all about."

Snape frowned seriously, he would not taunt Harry when it came to major matters, "What do you want me to do."

"I don't know." Harry looked down at his open palms, Snape couldn't see his expression clearly, he suddenly had a strange intuition.

"After the war, why did you build such a strong brain defense, the Ministry of Magic's morons wouldn't want to read your brain."

Harry didn't answer, Snape pressed on, "What are you defending, and for whom?"

"For myself." Harry finally raised his head, his face was expressionless at the moment, his emerald green pupils were empty, and there was no hidden pain, but this feeling was so familiar to Severus, he You can even hear the raging lava in the depths of the savior's soul.

"My Merlin." Snape gasped in shock. "Why?"

"The wizarding world needs me, Hermione and Ron need me, Ginny needs me, and I'm going to get on with my life. That's it," Harry said quietly.

"You're playing with your own soul," Snape growled.

"I don't think so," said Harry, folding his arms defensively. "At least until now, I've been feeling fine."

"Oh, I don't think so," said Snape sullenly.

"Is something wrong? Everything is fine, it has always been fine."

"Why did Weasley want a divorce?" Snape sneered.

"How do I know, I'm not Ginny." Harry responded with a sneer.

"You can't fool everyone, even if you've fooled yourself, you can't fool the people who talk to you every day." Snape said angrily, "You're abusing Occlumency, Lily would say What?!"

"So what are you trying to say?" Harry yelled, "Is there any goddamn way of figuring out what's going on with this goddamn scar other than removing Occlumency?"

"No, the links of the Death Eater's mark are irreversible." Snape said dryly.

"Actually," said Snape, just as Harry was about to yell again, "I have a slight suspicion. Maybe your scar should have hurt a lot, but because of Occlumency, you Never felt it."

"So, when I finally feel it, it's serious?" Harry said calmly.

Snape drew his wand, "It's just a guess - Legilimency." He attacked suddenly, and Harry couldn't dodge it, and was hit by the spell.

But the Occlumency dam Harry built was stronger than Snape thought, and he was immediately sent flying by the counterattack of the magic, hitting the potion shelf behind him, and hundreds of bottles of rare potion went "clang bang bang" It fell and spilled all over the ground.

"...It's not my fault this time." Harry made a gesture of surrender under Snape's murderous gaze.

The mansion in Beverly Hills was in full swing. Louise directed Sophie to pack countless large boxes for Charles. Henry liked to cling to Ashley, wagging his tail and turning around at his feet. Ashley had just He wanted to help his sister put away a few packs of chocolates, but Henry tripped him onto the sofa.

"Hey!" Ashley rubbed the dog's head angrily.

"Ai Li! Are you ok?" Louise immediately helped him up nervously, fearing that his younger brother who had just recovered would fall into something bad or bad.

Charles held Henry's hairy head helplessly, "Mom, uncle is fine."

Davis took off his gold-rimmed glasses and cast a reproachful look at his son, "Eli is not in good health—by the way, is the money still enough?" He then took out two black cards.

Charles hummed happily and accepted it unceremoniously.

"Why do you spend so much money on fully enclosed teaching?" Ashley said vindictively.

Davis and Louise were also silent, and they never thought about this question.

"To bribe the principal." Charles smiled sweetly.

"How can you bribe the principal," Davis said angrily, "this is a political donation."

"Yes, political donations." Charles immediately nodded in agreement.

"In that case, please help me present flowers to my old classmates." Ashley sighed melancholy.

"What old classmate?" Louise tensed up imperceptibly, and she looked at Charles inquiringly.

"He said that my old classmates chartered a plane to visit me many years ago, and then there was a terrible air crash." Ashley hung his golden head sadly.

Davis nodded, "Yes, it should."

"Can I take pictures? I want to see them too." His gray-blue eyes were wet, and his pale golden eyelashes were wet. He looked at Louise sadly.

"..." Charles just wanted to go back and cover his damn mouth, "but..."

"It's all right, honey." Louise hugged him heartbroken.

"I believe Charles is fully capable of solving this problem." Davis smiled threateningly at Charles.

So, when Dominic finally saw his lovely roommate again, he found that he was pulling his face.

"Wow, what's going on, Master Walker." Dominic covered his mouth in surprise.

"Don't be disgusting." Charles pushed him away, and sat back in the familiar seat angrily.

Isabel and the other Slytherin girls were showing off her silver woven scarf, and she turned her head to look at Charles curiously, "It seems that nothing enviable good happened during this enviable long vacation."