Harder Aurora

, Harry ran quickly, hoping that the piece of soul would not suddenly go crazy.

Right at the edge of the castle, he seemed to have sensed something, and slowly stopped running, ignoring Snape's dissatisfied urging, Harry breathed heavily, and took a few steps to the other side.

He seemed to see something, walked faster and faster, and finally ran again.

His face felt cold and wet, maybe he shed tears inadvertently, Harry wiped it off casually, squatting on the ground in front of the blood-stained man, "Why are you here?", haha Li hugged him tightly sadly, "What happened, does it hurt?"

Countless pictures overlapped and separated at this moment, Draco hugged his neck weakly, time seemed to go backwards for many years suddenly, he said tremblingly, "I, I have something to tell you..."

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"I know it all," said Harry, heartbroken, kissing his cold hair, "if you want to say it again, I don't mind."

His head started to get confused again, and he really couldn't think of it for a while, "...I will never take the Knight Bus again."

Harry held him in silence for a while, "Honey, did you have a head injury?"

Suddenly his body froze in his arms, and Harry heard Draco's voice tremble violently, "—I must know you, sir, but I need a moment to remember..."

Snape's usually emotionless voice was a little odd now, "You better be."

Harry closed his eyes, helped him up, and leaned on his shoulder, "What about this one?" Harry pointed to the pale Lucius, "Does this long-haired peacock look more familiar to you?" gone?"

"He's my father!" Draco raged, "I saw it on Madam Black's tapestry!"

"Keep your voice down, your father is going to beat you."

Lucius' hands were tightly clenched into fists, and his nails almost sunk into his palms, but he was still trying to maintain his proper self-esteem and decency, not to look too excited on the outside—even though his eye sockets were already slightly It turned red, "What's the matter with the blood on your body?"

Some images flashed by quickly, and Draco opened his eyes in a daze. He hadn't figured out the situation yet, "I—my sister's son, tried to kill me."

"Damn you don't have a sister—" Lucius gritted his teeth.

"Your father was right, dear," Harry sighed, "but that's all right, you'll figure it out, and before that, you need therapy."

At this time, there was a loud explosion in the castle. Several teachers rushed out of the castle, followed by a bunch of students. Neville looked at them in shock, as if he saw a ghost.

"Longbottom...don't get in the way!", McGonagall pushed him aside impatiently, and then she saw it too, her blue eyes widened, "Merlin's beard—"

"Is she Mrs. Black?" Draco asked weakly.

"No, it's not." Harry shook his head.

Snape sneered, "Don't look at me, Minerva, I don't know anything."

There was another explosion, and the young students were already crying in fright. Harry suddenly felt a sharp pain from the scar. He covered his forehead with his free hand, and asked with a livid face, "What's going on inside?"

"I don't know. After receiving your signal, we arranged for the students to leave." McGonagall said quickly, "It sounds like it came from the medical wing."

There were a lot of people in the medical wing, Harry frowned, "You are all waiting outside, I'll go in and take a look first."

"No, you don't know." Draco's thoughts were still confused, he tightly grasped Harry's sleeve with his injured hands, "You have to bring me in too."

"No!", Lucius said angrily, "You treat me here obediently." He took Draco from Harry's hand, regardless of his struggle, and gently placed him not far from the castle. On the lawn far away, he drew out his wand and concentrated on treating the wounds on his shoulders and hands.

Harry walked backward in the crowd, he hadn't seen James and Albus, he caught a familiar face from the bustling students, "Did you see Albus and James?"

Adrian's face was tense, "They're probably in the hospital wing, Mr. Potter!"

This is troublesome, Harry cursed secretly, turned and ran in the direction of the stairs.At the same time, his scars are getting more and more painful, which can explain many situations, such as Soul Pieces finally going crazy, or Soul Pieces becoming stronger, no matter which one, he doesn't want to see it.

Time goes back to a few minutes ago.

Just when Amber flew to help James block a curse, James' head was obviously much more awake than the girl with the Imperius Curse. He hugged Amber's waist and threw himself on the ground, rolling out of the medical wing door on the spot.

Henry had already run away in a panic.Albus reacted, drew his wand with his uninjured hand and shouted, "Swoon!"

"Charles" raised his eyebrows contemptuously. He didn't even use his wand, and let the weak spell deviate from the original course, hitting the hospital bed on the side, and the goose down flew everywhere.

"Who the hell are you!", Albus yelled.

Agathe dragged his collar and ran to the corridor, "Whoever it is, it's obviously not the original person, run away."

"Charles," said coldly, "stop."

Amber gasped for breath, she stopped obediently, and took her hand out of James' hand, James was stunned and looked at her puzzled.

"Don't let him run away."

Amber raised her eyes suddenly, and James saw her pupils turn a cloudy light gray, staring at him sinisterly.

James retreated subconsciously, but the person under the Imperius Curse reacted faster than him. He couldn't even see when Amber took out his wand. Several thick ropes wrapped around his body. He grunted, He fell heavily to the ground.

"James!" Albus frantically broke away from Agathe's hand, "there are many obstacles—"

"Charles" sneered and pushed his spell aside, and then he raised his wand lazily and pointed it at Albus.

Agathe was going crazy, she dragged Albus out desperately, "Run, if you can't beat it, go to the professors—"

The monster that replaced Charles' body didn't give them any more time. With a flick of his wand, the bricks and stones on both sides of the corridor cracked with a bang, and flew towards the place where they were standing at an extremely fast speed.

Seeing that he was about to be buried alive, Albus finally gave up on rescuing his brother, and ran desperately towards the stairs together with Agathe.

Huge bricks and stones hit them one after another, and after all, Albus couldn't run fast because of his injuries. When he stumbled, he fell to the ground, and the surging stones behind him rushed to bury him.

Agathe stood blankly for a while, her face covered in ashes and blood. After she realized it, she threw herself on the pile of stones and started digging crazily.

James struggled as hard as he could, but the restraint was so strong that he couldn't move at all.Now that all three were trapped between the medical wing and the stone pile, James gasped with difficulty, "Who are you and what do you want to do?!"

The man with Charles' face stood in front of him expressionlessly, looking down at him, while Amber stood obediently behind him with her head down, showing no intention of helping at all.

The eyes of this man were completely different from Charles's, cold and devoid of any good human emotions, all of which made James shudder, and the sense of oppression and panic coming from nowhere made him almost unable to breathe.

Tom stretched out his hands, looked at it with regret for a while, and then said, "It's a pity, the blood of this body is cleaner than yours."

"What the hell are you talking about?" James growled.

The tip of the wand was slowly aimed at the center of his brow, "Potter already knows that I can no longer stay in this body. But it doesn't matter, thank you for the inspiration your father gave me—a human being is the best carrier for a Horcrux."

"You will be honored to be the next Horcrux, and this boy," Tom curled his lips resentfully, "he's already dead anyway, so it doesn't matter if he is justifiably killed again."

James stared at him blankly, he couldn't understand what he said, "Horcrux?", he whispered, "No…no—!", he screamed, his whole body tensed, his skin was worn away by the rope Bleeding, "Amber! Amber. Narisa Selwin! Wake up, please!", James shouted at Amber who was still silent, "You don't want to do this, look at me!"

Tom sneered, "It's useless, she is my servant. Avada—"

James' shout still disturbed Amber's remaining rationality. She suddenly hugged Tom's neck tightly from behind, and the two fell to the ground together.

Fortunately, the young American was in good physical condition. Tom restrained her casually. He raised his wand through gritted teeth, and the tip of the wand almost stabbed her in the eye.

He suddenly couldn't speak. The ashes on James' face were washed away by tears and sweat. He raised his head vigorously, but saw "Charles" froze, and the hand holding the wand was shaking violently .

What's the situation? James squirmed back, and he shouted at Amber, who was also stiff, "Can you hear me? Wake up, get out of the way!"

Amber's eyes gradually regained clarity. She screamed and pushed away the person pressing on her, but "Charles" still didn't respond. Turned into a pitch black color.

"Let go of me, hurry up!" James was so anxious that he was frightened by Charles' appearance, and if he didn't run away, something more terrifying would happen.

Amber was trembling all over, and the Imperius Curse was suddenly lifted, which caused her mind to be confused for a moment, but more terrible memories began to emerge uncontrollably, which almost killed her, "I did it ...I did it!", she cried, looking at her hands in horror, "I buried Allen alive, I attacked James, it was me...it was me!"

James smiled wryly, "You didn't do it voluntarily—can you let me go first, Charles, no, that man, he looks like he's going to explode."

Tom regained control of his hands at last, but instead of getting better, he clasped his head in his wand hand and screamed in pain, hissing.

At the same time, a mass of thick black mist spread out from his body, where the mist could no longer see the slightest thing, James and Amber had nowhere to hide, they held their breath, and soon, these A strange black mist filled the entire space.

There was no expected pain or death, James carefully opened his eyes, and Amber was curled up beside him.The surroundings are no longer invisible, on the contrary, his sight is very clear, they are still in the corridor outside the medical wing door, but the strange thing is, unlike the corridor that was just destroyed, this corridor is intact.

"Charles" was nowhere to be seen.

With a strong sense of unease, James yelled at Amber, "Are you still awake? Let me go, we've got a real problem."

Amber looked up from under her arms shaking, "I'm sorry," she cried, "it's all my fault, my fault—"

She was crying and cutting the ropes on James' body with her wand. James was finally able to move. Regardless of his sore hands, he immediately retrieved his wand and stood against the wall with Amber, carefully observing the surroundings.

"We must still be at Hogwarts, but," James hesitated, "you must tell me what happened."

"I don't know," Amber covered her face helplessly, "I just, just suddenly couldn't control myself. I don't remember exactly when it started, I just remember that Walker kept asking me to hurt others, But sometimes he seems to be a different person, and I don't know which order to follow..."

James sighed, and pulled her towards the direction of the auditorium, "I have a very bad idea, that person just mentioned Horcruxes, my father told me about Horcruxes, I don't know about this situation How did it happen, but, that person just now, he might be—"

"The Dark Lord."

James took Amber and hid in the shadows. In front of him was the half-hidden door of the auditorium. He was even more sure that the place they were locked in now was not the real Hogwarts, but some kind of materialized illusion.

The person inside was still talking, "I've been thinking about how you manipulated my body when I fell asleep." James' heart skipped a beat. This was Charles' voice, with an American accent, Instead of the nightmarish London accent just now.

"Fortunately, I found it. I have to say, isn't your obsession a bit heavy?"

"How did you do it? You are obviously dead." This voice, which James had never heard before, was cold, vicious, with a hissing sound like a snake, which made people feel chills all over.

James made a silent gesture to Amber, and carefully approached the door without making a sound.

As soon as he glanced at it, James took a step back in shock. A black-haired young man in a Slytherin school robe was standing not far from him, and Charles, that kind little bastard, was holding a He took a chair and stood nervously on the teacher's bench, as if he was ready to run for his life at any time.

Charles moved step by step to the exit on the side of the teacher's bench, and then continued to "chat" with the Dark Lord who had already distorted his expression with hatred, "You told me. Because you wanted to kill him with a dementor twice. I even told your virtual subordinates not to damage my body, so I know what you want to do."

Tom was still cold, but his eyes were redder and redder, and the pupils became long thin ones, like a snake.

"God bless me, a schizophrenic, there is another person in my brain, although I don't know who he is. Remember the unicorn patron saint, it is also a small piece of soul." When he said this, Charles proudly picked Eyebrow, "So, instead of fearing that one day you will kill me with unknown tricks, it's better to let that Mr. Unicorn be pulled out of my body instead, so that I can also find your bond .”

Tom finally spoke at this moment, "Do you think you can wake up alive? What's the use of doing so many movements, you can't beat me at all—" As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his wand fiercely, and a bright light shot towards Charles struck where he stood.

Charles turned pale, threw the chair in his hand in the direction where the curse came, and ran towards the exit of the teacher's bench.

"Be careful!", when the black-haired Slytherin was about to cast the second spell, James' wand shouted towards the ceiling of the auditorium, "Torn apart!"

The dome made of boulders shattered and smashed down like hailstones. Charles stuck out half his head from the exit of the teacher's bench when he heard the voice, "Damn it, where did you come from?"

James raised his eyebrows, and before he could answer, he was slammed into the end of the corridor by a huge force, and his internal organs were almost knocked out.

He was lying on his back in pain, and now he finally saw what the dark-haired Slytherin looked like.If you ignore his snake-like eyes, his appearance can be said to be very handsome, so beautiful that he is even a little feminine.

"...You are the legendary Tom Riddle?"

Charles shouted from a distance, "Don't mess with him, he hates being called Tom the most."

"How did you get in here," Tom said coldly, "it's better this way, it's more convenient." He raised his wand, which James had never seen before. Like a stick insect.

But he regretted not saying it.

Right at this moment, the floor beneath him suddenly slanted downwards, and the range was getting bigger and bigger. James let go of his grip on the floor tiles, and he slid down. Amber, who had been hiding behind Tom, also screamed. Knowing where the courage came from, he pushed the unsuspecting Tom aside, and jumped into the non-stop sliding slope with his eyes closed.

The two fell hard to the ground, the ground closed, and the Slytherin didn't follow.

This is the corridor on the first floor, so they fell directly from the second floor to the first floor?How did you do it?

"How did you get in?" There was a small opening in one side of the wall, and a person slipped out, with platinum-blond hair standing out in the dark corridor, "Whether you are real or fake, it's not my imagination Come out."

James grabbed his collar, pressed it against the wall, and pressed his wand against his forehead, "What about you? Who are you?"

Charles opened his eyes wide and pushed James' wand aside with his fingers, "I'm real, the impostor is on it."

"What the hell is going on here?" James said angrily, "What the hell is this place?!"

"Welcome to the other world." Charles whispered.

"what?"

Charles waved his hand, "It's not important-go this way. I destroyed Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets, which is the link Tom uses to communicate with the outside world, but there is a problem here, and we are also trapped."

"Then what to do," James asked anxiously, "Why are you always so troublesome?"

"Can this be my fault?" Charles gave him a blank look.

"Don't you blame me? He said that you are worthless, and he plans to make me the next Horcrux."

Charles stopped, "Can he still run around? No, why am I worthless? My value is definitely much higher than yours."

"I said, can you say something useful." Amber rubbed her eyes, "I think the master... that person means that he wants to kill us all."

Charles curled his lips, "The most troublesome thing is that he is not the only one here. In theory, we can all change the structure of this place, but obviously his magic is stronger, and he can transform many Death Eaters."

James was silent for a while, then said, "You are a Horcrux."

"Unfortunately, yes."

"However," Amber said in a low voice, "I have read the literature, and the creation of Horcruxes requires conditions."

Charles couldn't deny it. "Probably just because I'm unlucky."

James shook his head, "That's not true. Tom also said that your bloodline is cleaner than mine. In other words, your bloodline is purer than mine. You are not a Muggle."

"Naturally, I am a pure-bred human being, and I have absolutely no Martian genes."

"You still don't understand, do you know what it means, you're a pure blood wizard."

"So what," Charles frowned impatiently, "I don't want to discuss this issue, it's so annoying."

"After you go out, there will be a bunch of people queuing up to discuss with you." James smiled gloatingly.

"Someone." Charles whispered, ahead was a familiar downward passage, Slytherin's dungeon.

James also whispered, "I don't want to go in, it looks too scary."

"Either we kill him or be killed." Charles slipped in quietly against the wall.

James had no choice but to drag Amber to follow. The three of them held their wands tightly and approached the burning room with their breath held.

When Harry ran to the floor of the medical wing, before he could see the condition of the corridor clearly, he was slapped with gravel and dust, "Karonis!" Agathe digging up something.

"Mr. Potter!" Agathe cried, looking up, "Albus is down there—"

What's down there, Harry looked at the gravestone-like rubble and understood immediately, his expression changed, but he moved the rubble away with his wand as calmly as possible, revealing Albus lying face down on the ground, he Nothing seemed to move.

Harry swallowed his horror and hugged Albus.Fortunately, breathing was normal, and Harry knelt on the ground almost completely out of strength, and he asked in a low voice, "V-did Charles do it?"

Agathe wiped his face, "I don't think that person is Charles."

After looking at the gravel, Harry looked gloomy, and couldn't see a gleam of light, and said to Agathe, "Take Albus down and find Madam Pomfrey to treat him."

"And you, Mr. Potter?"

"I'll go in and have a look." Harry bit his wand, and carefully pushed aside the stone pile with both hands, revealing the empty space inside, and a trace of black mist leaked out along the gap.

"This is, what is this." Harry poked the black mist with his wand, and the mist entangled his wand like life. Harry felt that this mist was a bit like the memory that was drawn, but the drawn memory Memory is generally silver-gray.The mist dissipated quickly, and he realized in an instant that the stone wall was probably filled with this kind of black mist.

Harry finally said to Agathe, "Don't let anyone else in," before he pushed away the loose stones and stepped into the thick black mist.

Draco felt that his stabbed skin was healing at an extremely painful speed, it felt like hundreds of ants were crawling over it, itchy and painful, he couldn't help but twitch lightly gas.

"Be patient." Lucius said, but he still chanted the healing spell gently, and even the blood on his clothes slowly faded away.

"...don't let him in."

Lucius didn't understand the sleepy voice, he leaned down slightly, "What?"

"Don't let him in." Draco grabbed Lucius' sleeves with both hands.

Lucius' face darkened, "As your poor father is still treating you, and you are still thinking about that Gryffindor troll."

"..."

In fact, Draco still didn't fully understand the meaning of the man in front of him being his father, but his magic still had a faint connection with that place.If Harry walked in unprepared, he would probably be punished badly.

Lucius' face softened a little, "Don't worry."

Draco half closed his eyelids, but out of the corner of his eyes fell on Lucius' wand.

After entering the fog, Harry was completely dazed. Before him was the corridor of Hogwarts, but it was a little different. If he insisted on finding the difference, he could only say that some of the decorations were very old-fashioned. It's the style of decades ago.Reminiscent of those black mist similar to memory smoke, Harry had a very bad premonition.

But it was useless to search like this, Hogwarts was too big for him to search from classroom to classroom.If those children and Voldemort were active in it, then their state should be similar to his, that is to say, there must be a causal relationship between their actions.

So if it was Voldemort, where would he go?With a mentality of trying, Harry found the entrance to the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets—the entire women's toilet was blown up, and the sink flooded the floor.Voldemort wouldn't be so boring, and James' time was too short to do it, so there is only one answer.

On the contrary, Harry breathed a sigh of relief, which meant that Charles was still alive, which was the best news, otherwise he wouldn't know how to face Draco and how to survive.

However, Charles' thoughts were even more unpredictable than Voldemort's. Harry pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache, maybe he should try his luck in Slytherin's bedroom.

Charles pushed the door open a crack, and there were people in black robes standing inside. The Dark Lord was sitting on the sofa in the front, still dressed in his school uniform. He glanced coldly at his servants, "Just leave The boy with the black hair, and the other two, kill them immediately."

Charles: "..."

Amber asked softly, "What's none of my business?"

"It's really ruthless." If it wasn't for the critical situation, James would even want to laugh.

Tom said slowly, "They're just outside the door."

"Fxxk," Charles cursed, and cut a hole in the stone wall on one side. After jamming James and Amber into it, he slipped in again, just enough to keep the Death Eaters out.

James asked in shock, "Is this the whole school turned into a room of responsiveness?"

"Quiet!" Charles leaned against the closed stone wall, listening to the movement outside, "They started fighting, and another person came—do you think my brain is a hotel, come whenever you want?"

"Who is it?" James imitated him and stuck to the wall to listen. After listening for a while, his face darkened, "Merlin's stinky socks are my father!"

Amber's eyes widened, "Mr. Potter?!"

James drew his wand and pointed it at the stone wall, shouting, "Open it! Fall apart—"

"You're crazy." Charles dragged his neck back, "That's the savior, what can you do when you go out, you can only add to the chaos."

"Let go - too many Death Eaters, I'm going out -"

Amber leaned against the wall and listened for a while, then said hesitantly, "Well, the battle seems to be over."

James: "..."

"The Dark Lord is still inside," Charles made a silent gesture towards them, "but it's strange, why is there no sound?"

James' lips turned white, "Did something happen to my father?"

"Impossible," Amber reassured, "this Dark Lord looks like a teenager."

A horrifying thing happened. There was a crack in the middle of the tightly closed stone wall in front of him, and the gap was still expanding. Charles stepped back step by step, "I have a very bad idea... It's not just me who can Moving Castle, so..."

"Maybe we should run away?" James said.

"Yes." Charles nodded, and the three of them ran to the dark passage behind them.

At the end of the passage was a small wooden door. Charles pushed it open panting, and they went back to the auditorium.

"How can we contact your father?" Charles pulled out a chair and sat on it to rest. "We can't keep running, Tom will always find us, but obviously we can't kill him."

James narrowed his eyes, "Is the Marauder's Map in your place? You are too much."

"Hey! Let's settle these messy things after we get out, okay?"

"I think it's safest for us to wait here," Amber said. "After all, this is the auditorium, and everyone likes to run to the hall."

The three of them each found a place to rest, and after being quiet for a while, James couldn't help it anymore, "I can ask, why you haven't told this matter all this time. What kind of schizophrenic midnight sleepwalking is actually because the Horcrux awakened Right?"

Charles lay on the long table and said wearily, "At first I thought it was really schizophrenia, but when I found out that something was wrong, I was sent to the Wizengamot for no reason. They all wanted me to die because of me. Use the Killing Curse to defend yourself. Are you sure Mr. Potter won't be the first to kill me if I say so?"

"My father wouldn't do that!" James said angrily. "You should really see a doctor. What's this called—Persecution Paranoia."

"I'm not delusional, but I'm really being persecuted." Charles said angrily, "I can't go back to the dormitory to sleep, do you think this is normal? I have no choice, I can only go by myself solve."

James raised his eyebrows sarcastically, "Come on, you can't solve it."

"Boys, stop talking, can we get out alive?", Amber said gloomily.

"I don't think it's hard to say." James stood up, and the Death Eaters who walked slowly around him were all wearing masks, so they couldn't see their faces clearly.

"Haven't they been solved by Mr. Potter, why are there so many?" Amber said tremblingly.

Charles shielded her behind him, "Because they're all fake, Tom can even conjure a hundred Death Eaters if he wants to."

"Why do you change a few?"

"Because my magic is not as strong as his," cried Charles, and at the same time he and James shouted, "There are many obstacles!" "Clear water like a spring--"

"Again?!" Charles said desperately, a huge amount of water was transformed from James' wand, and many Death Eaters were washed away at once, but they were also rushed to the wall by the current, in a state of embarrassment.

"Can't you use other spells?!"

"But this works best," James said innocently.

"Forget it, let's run." Charles touched the floor. The floor tiles they were standing on turned into a small horizontal plank at some point. Charles lifted the formwork, and all the water in the hall flowed into the hole. When it came, the three of them couldn't stand at all, a wave of water hit them, and they were rushed into the narrow stairs going down together.

"What's down there?!" Amber screamed.

"I do not know either!"

Fortunately, the downward stairs were not very long, and it didn't take long for them to be rushed into a gentle, circular tunnel surrounded by black stone bricks.

James spat out, "What kind of place is this?"

"It's the sewer," someone spoke in the darkness, and a familiar figure gradually became clear. Harry said with a complicated expression, "This is the sewer connected to the Slytherin chamber of secrets."

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"Dad!" James got up wetly and threw himself into Harry's arms.

Charles and Amber looked at each other awkwardly, then gave each other a symbolic hug, and then separated in disgust.

Harry walked up to Charles and put his hands on his shoulders, "Listen, there's something you need to know."

Charles: "I was wrong, I should have told you earlier, please don't send me to the Wizengamot—"

"I'm your father," said Harry, looking intently into his green eyes.

The air fell eerily silent.

"That's a really funny joke," said Charles dryly.

James covered his ears stiffly, "This is a nightmare."

Amber blinked, "Should I hide?"

"It's true," Harry carefully brushed the wet blond hair on Charles' forehead behind his ears, "you already knew who your uncle was, why didn't you have any doubts about your own parentage? He is Your other father."

James was angry, "Merlin's beard, your private life is a hundred times more chaotic than I imagined, you actually have a child with Malfoy, this is cheating! I am very disappointed in you!"

Amber stuck her whole body against the pipe wall, trying her best to completely disappear.

"James! You think you don't know what you've done behind my back, right? Go out and settle the score with you." Harry whispered, and James immediately shut his mouth, but his eyes were still full of resentment.

"That's enough," Charles pushed Harry's hand away angrily, "You think I'm the kind of person who would happily accept a line from a bloody movie like 'I'm your daddy' Is it? No, I don’t accept it, I have parents, I have my own life, and if there is no accident, I will inherit the family group worth hundreds of billions, and letting Ai Li go home is already the result of being possessed by Jesus!”

Harry narrowed his eyes in disbelief, then turned to James and said, "You're right, he's a bit dark."

"I'm not dark!"

Harry was suddenly full of patience. Generally speaking, he would not have much love for other people's children, but if it was his and Draco's children, it would be different. He rubbed his body and exploded all kinds of stingers The boy's head, comforted, "I will not take you away from Louise, we will have a good talk, you can not only inherit the Hundred Billion Group, but also the Malfoy family's property, of course, and me part of the property."

Harry didn't know much about this sudden son, so he could only communicate with him based on his limited knowledge.

"Do I seem to love money?" Charles gritted his teeth, he didn't want to go out, he just wanted to bite them to death.

James and Amber nodded silently.