[hp] stay out of it

Back to the present on September 9, Harry asked me with inquiring eyes: "Well, I'm sorry-I just wanted to ask. How did you know my uncle's phone number?"

Of course I couldn't tell him that I knew his uncle's name and company, and then looked it up in the phone yellow pages, because then I would have to answer how did I know so much detail—after all, I guess even Ron couldn't be called Dursley Sir's company name - God knows if he knows what a drilling rig is.

I picked up an irrefutable excuse and explained to Harry: "Well...well, I passed by the Gryffindor table once at the beginning of the third year and heard you guys discussing Harry's uncle... …Dursley and Grunning rigs and puddings and all. I remembered this on the train and found the phone number for that company in the yellow pages. I can’t remember any of my classmates’ numbers, so I’ll have to trouble you , I hope you are not disturbed."

Hermione seemed especially dissatisfied with this answer.I think she seemed to be looking forward to another answer, she asked another question: "Malfoy was also in France at the time, did you..." And before she could finish, Harry suddenly remembered something amazing something, interrupted Hermione.

"Oh, oh, I met your mother, Ms. White! Now that I remembered, her photo with us is still in the Dursleys' photo album, and bragging about how Dudley almost went on TV... Harry remembered something, "Your mother is from the TV talent show 'Europe's Got Talent'."

Harry is indeed talking about Helen White, but of course she is not someone from the show crew. When Helen wanted to give Harry a blessing spell on a whim, she pretended to be a very attractive identity and asked the Dursleys. Come out with Harry, and talk about their family for a while... She always likes this unique way of appearance.

Harry obviously thought of more things, and exclaimed in a low voice: "She performed a magic show for us... Now that I think about it, it is indeed real magic!"

I wasn't there at the time, because the neighbor Lecter's house was holding a birthday party for his son before we left, and I had already missed little Lecter's three birthdays, so I couldn't use the Confusion Charm to deal with it.

It can be guessed that after boasting of "her" program and Dudley, Helen said nonchalantly, "Come on, let me show you a magic trick." Then she cast the blessing spell openly...

My expression was a little stiff, but I quickly adjusted.Harry asked with some doubts: "Vincent... I remember your mother is an ordinary person."

"Maybe you remember wrongly? Mrs. White is indeed doing Muggle magic?" Ron pushed Harry.

Harry said, "No, I remember it very well... that was supposed to be real magic - although I didn't realize it three minutes ago."

The three of them stared at me, and I realized I couldn't explain the problem: hiding the fact that my mother was a wizard.And Hermione was obviously dissatisfied with the answer to why I called Harry, and she looked at me clearly saying "I know something".

I talked about him from left to right, changed the topic, and refused to say anything.The last three left anyway.I feel that with their personality of breaking the casserole and asking the bottom line, they will definitely not give up, and my little secret may not be kept for long... And where does Harry have so many pictures of Sirius, once they connect White and Black— —Thinking of Hermione's sharp eyes just now, I silently thought, they might have already guessed Vincent's biological father.

Oh, Merlin, Hermione probably hasn't forgotten the "20 Craziest Wizards of the 11th Century", which contains Vincent's sketches when he was nine years old...It is really difficult to hide a secret, but once a little is revealed Flaws, it is very likely that they will lose everything.

Although my compatibility with this world is getting higher and higher now, and the soul shock that was always punished by "Order" three years ago has not appeared for a long time now, but I don't want to risk my life... lightly He whistled loudly, and if he sees the three of them in the future, he can still circle around.

Just thinking about it, another person who should also be pulled into the rejection list suddenly appeared.Malfoy came in wrinkling his nose, and he said a little disgruntled, 'I just ran into Potter. "

Malfoy walked in slowly: "The arrogant savior Potter, he thought we had to thank Dade for delivering a letter for you."

I didn't even bother to give this still arrogant guy a look, so I asked casually, "You didn't tell them that, did you?"

"Of course," said Malfoy, "why not?"

"Then I can't explain to them why I was with you at that time," I twitched my eyes, feeling powerless against this guy, "Oh, no, they will think that you were kidnapped because of me, and then maybe Further discover my bad background..." Forget it, I thought sullenly, let them all know, anyway, it won't have any impact on the main plot - something that has nothing to do with me, Harry and the others will probably understand it after they figure it out Quickly forgotten.It's just that if other people find out, I will probably be asked to drop out of school by my parents.

Boyle and Blake, just brilliant.Two bloodthirsty killers.

Malfoy narrowed his eyes slightly and stretched out a finger to pick and choose among the snacks on my bedside, and finally picked up a donut and took a bite: "This store's food is not good." He curled his lips .

"Since you bite it, eat it!" I realized that this guy seemed to know most of my secrets, so I kind of regretted not poisoning the donut, so it would be over," the headmaster sent Professor Snape Come get me. Did you tell him?"

Malfoy licked his finger, complacently: "Of course it was me. As soon as I had time, I went to get your rescuers: I didn't go to the Ministry of Magic, because you obviously don't want to be noticed, and the Ministry of Magic is A bunch of idiots; I also think that my father may not help you-you made me miserable, and I didn't go to Professor Snape, because he has a good relationship with my father... The headmaster probably takes care of these things, I Think, after all Dumbledore seems more reliable than Flitwick."

I thanked him, and felt that Malfoy was finally on the right track for not being upfront.By the way, Professor Snape mentioned using cufflinks to locate them. It seems that he should thank Dan Qi and Benelli when he returns to the dormitory.

Malfoy took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth carefully: "Speaking of which, when did you come back?"

"Yesterday at noon."

"What?" Malfoy was a little surprised and dissatisfied, "I told Professor Dumbledore a long time ago."

"The positioning problem is more difficult, and I was only found yesterday."

Malfoy treated his silver-bordered handkerchief with a cleaning spell, looked at me with burning eyes, and asked his most concerned question: "Where... is the china stone?"

"Of course it's broken. Didn't you see it with your own eyes?" I spread my hands.

Malfoy's eyes widened. "Oh, Merlin, I can't believe it...don't tell me that's the last piece. Oh, my God, Helen, I mean, your mother has three. If one piece is her If you broke a piece of your own, who did you give the other piece to, do you know?"

Using the porcelain stone to learn the magic in it requires a certain amount of magical power. Of course, Malfoy would not think that I used it up myself, and I would not remind him, so I lazily shook my head and said I don't know.

"That's a pity," he shook his head in frustration. "It's extremely rare... If you get it again in the future, remember to ask me to take a look. It's a porcelain stone, God."

"That's really the last piece," I reminded.

Malfoy also understood this point. The story of the Boyle family and Helen is probably familiar even to children from other countries. After all, it is not the pure blood that can cultivate such a deviant and unscrupulous witch.He sighed with emotion, stood up and was about to leave. Before leaving, he said slowly: "White, because of you, I have been in danger several times, and you have saved me several times. This time I asked the principal to help you come back. There is no relationship between us. I will not tell others about your parents. Well, take care."

After he got up and left, I felt a burst of relief, and I had nothing to do with this person.

After dinner in the school infirmary, the scars on my body are basically healed, but the problems in my mind still need to be dealt with. After the pile of bottles and jars that Madam Pomfrey gave me, those small bottles of potion were picked up. There will be faint small words floating on the body of the bottle, telling me how much time is left for the next medicine and how much I should take.

Madam Pomfrey knew I needed to buy a new wand, so she allowed me to borrow the fireplace in the infirmary.I didn't go to Gregorovitch's house to buy a wand, but I chose Ollivander's store. Before that, I went to Changing Ink Stationery Store to get back half of my summer vacation wages.The owner of the boutique was in trouble because of my sudden disappearance, but he was a nice guy, and if Hornby hadn't come to say hello, he would probably have called the police for me.

Benilli said to help me buy the necessary things, so I didn't waste any more time. After buying my wand, I hesitated, and then I didn't go back to school immediately, but went out from the Leaky Cauldron to the Muggle streets .

By subway and bus, I returned to the house where Helen, mother and son lived together for nearly ten years.The two owners of this house died and the other disappeared in the summer three years ago, leaving no one to take care of them, and it has long been a homeless territory.As soon as I walked in, I saw two scruffy guys curled up on a dirty sofa, empty wine bottles and food scraps in front of the fireplace.I paused for a moment, resisting not using the expulsion spell to drive these Muggles out, but lowered the brim of my hat and walked upstairs quickly.

Standing alone in this room again in the past three years, I was a little touched.Those middle school leaflets on the desk were gone when I came with Professor Flitwick last time. The sea-blue quilt that belonged to Vincent was shapeless, and the white velvet inside was covered with a big hole It leaked out, and it seems that there is not much left.The bed was empty, and the bum who occupied the room seemed to be out.

I walked to the other side of the bed, squatted down and looked under the bed.

As I remembered, the blue and bronze striped scarf lay deep under the bed, now dusty.I took it out and patted it a few times, folded it up and put it in my arms.

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Hmm, spoiler spoiler, guess who will be one of Beauxbaton's student representatives soon?