[Comprehensive] Eternal Recorder

"Xiao Hei, Compound Potion." Mo pulled a hair from the wizard's head.

Xiao Hei stretched out his claws to cut open the space, and various medicines stored in different spaces appeared in front of Mo's eyes.Mo added the hair into it and handed it to Xiao Hei.

Xiao Hei tilted his head, "Meow?"

"Drink it."

Xiao Hei sniffed the bottle of strange color and smell that seemed to be bubbling, and sneezed. Hearing Mo's words, all the hairs on his body stood on end.

"Meow——" it screamed and backed away, but it stepped forward under Mo's staring eyes, and moved its head to the potion bottle with tears in its eyes.

"Woooo-meow..."

After twisting his body for a while, Xiao Hei got up from the ground, his pitiful expression matched with that of the chiseled mature European man, which looked a little funny.

Mo jumped up from the ground with a cheer, and took the little black wizard's hand and pushed the door open, "Remember, you are Eslanodorphin now. Don't laugh like that, little black."

"Meow, I see."

"Don't even say meow."

"Mr. Dove, good day." Elan nodded towards Dove who was walking towards him. He looked at Mo who was being held by Dove, and then at Dove, frowning. "Mr. Dauphin, no foreigners are allowed here, have you forgotten?"

"Good day... Good day, Elan, this is not meow, hiss from outsiders—" Mo grabbed him hard. "This is the newly hired administrator at Hogwarts, mi, um..." Mo's nails dug into his palm.

"So that's how it is." Elan said slowly, with suspicion in his eyes, but stepped aside because of Dauphin's identity, "Then, good day, miss, I wish you a happy day. "

"Good day, sir." Mo nodded to him and left with Dauphin.

Elan squinted his eyes and looked at the backs of the two. He always felt that something was wrong...

dong dong.

"Please come in." The blond-haired, blue-eyed middle-aged man didn't take his eyes off the book in his hand. Someone would come here to see him almost every month, but it was only once a month, and he was never the one he was waiting for.Countless disappointments were silent in his heart, and he understood that hope was nowhere in sight.

The door opened, and two people could be heard coming in.One of them was very light-footed and should be a child.

This is strange.There have been men and women here, in their prime of life and old age, but not a single child.

The blond devil looked up.

"Good day, sir." Mo greeted politely.

"Good day, unknown lady." Greenwald looked at her, even with a smile on his handsome face, there was a kind of shocking power that made people tremble.

He's a natural leader.

"My name is Mo." Mo closed the door, came to Greenwald's side in a hop, leaned out his upper body and looked at him carefully, then tilted his head and said, "Many people are interested in you, I thought you How do you look different from others?"

Greenwald smiled, "So what about Mo's observations?"

"It's no different." Mo sat on the table politely, looking at the deserted arrangement around him, a little frustrated, "It's not fun here at all."

Just a child.Greenwald thought so, and set his sights on Dove who hadn't spoken since he entered the door. Maybe he shouldn't be called Dove, because from the very first glance, Greenwald knew that this man was just a man taking medicine. Bessie's with Polyjuice Potion.His demeanor and behavior were completely wrong, not to mention the smell of compound decoction on his body.

"Who are you?" Greenwald asked, looking at him.

The little black card Mr. Dove was stunned, and looked at his master pitifully - this expression made the corners of Greenwald's mouth twitch, and then he rolled on the spot, turned into a black kitten and jumped to the ground. Mo's knee.

"Meow..." Xiao Hei rubbed his head against Mo, sticking out his tongue to make a pitiful look, hoping to be comforted by his master.

It's a pity that Mo was in a bad mood right now, so he grabbed the piece of skin on the back of its neck and threw it out.

Xiao Hei screamed and fell to the side. Fortunately, the thick carpet caught it. It rolled over on the carpet a few times, licking its front paws pitifully.

cat?Can cats turn into humans with Polyjuice Potion?Why hasn't he heard of it!

His Excellency the former Demon King made the same judgment as Dumbledore, and he intuitively felt that it was wrong, but he couldn't find any evidence corresponding to it.

While he was staring at the unknown creature and speculating secretly, Mo had already run to the bookcase—this is the most important equipment in the room—she took out a book from it, flipped through it, and put it back , took out another book, and repeated it again and again, until she found a book that was not full of text, a treatise on magic circles, and she sat down and read it slowly.

In fact, she just looked at it. She didn't understand the principles, discussion, and analysis. She just thought those hexagrams and pentagons looked very beautiful.

Greenwald also noticed this, and the smile on his face became a little helpless.

How did such a willful and childish little princess come here?

He put down the book in his hand.

"Mo, where are you from?" He decided to find out.

Mo put the book back, "Hogwarts," she showed him the silver coin that was the portkey, "you recognize this, right? I took it from Dumbledore's drawer."

Greenwald stared at the silver coin for a long time, and there seemed to be nostalgia and indifference in the expression on his face, but it was not impossible to see clearly.

But soon, he realized what kind of wording was contained in what Mo said, take it?Greenwald felt as if he had caught something, "Did you sneak out?"

Children usually don't have the concept of stealing or robbing, and their perception of ownership is much clearer than adults-whoever owns it belongs to him.

Sure enough, Mo nodded, "Because it's too boring at home - Dumbledore will definitely send me back after signing the contract."

"Can you tell me the names of your parents?" Greenwald thought about which aristocratic family in England could raise such a child—he didn't think it was from a Muggle family, and Muggles would not have access to Polyjuice Potion. plant something.But there are too few British people with black hair and black eyes, and even fewer wizards.

"Mr. Severus Snape is my current guardian." Mo propped his face with his hands, "You have no chance to know my biological parents."

"Snape? I don't remember that he has an adopted daughter." Although Greenwald could receive newspapers from time to time, the information channels were not so smooth that even the British wizarding community could fully control it.

Also, he found it hard to imagine someone as lifeless as Snape adopting a child...or was it Albus' idea?

"Your eyes are very beautiful." Mo suddenly moved closer to him, his hollow black pupils stared straight at Greenwald, "very beautiful blue, just like the sapphire I used to have."

——It is easy to divert attention, one of the common problems of children.

Greenwald suddenly wanted to rub her head.He laughed. "Albus's eyes are blue too, a little lighter than mine, and they're...beautiful, too."

Mo shook his head quickly, "His is not pretty."

"Why?" Greenwald asked with great interest.

Mo tilted his head and thought for a while, "I don't know...but, I don't like him."

I don't like Dumbledore, so I don't like Dumbledore's eyes either. —The childish way of liking.

"Mr. Snape's eyes are beautiful, black, like black diamonds," Mo said.

"Snape's eyes are better or mine?" Greenwald felt like he was teasing his granddaughter. At his age, he should have had great-great-grandchildren.

"Hmm..." Mo rolled his eyes, raised his head and said, "They all look good."

Greenwald smiled and rubbed the top of her hair, but she didn't avoid it.

Suddenly, someone broke into the door.

For a moment, Greenwald hoped that the person who came was Albus, but when he saw that it was not, he was inexplicably relieved.

It was Snape who came.

With a gloomy face wrapped in black waves, he walked in front of the two of them majesticly like Hades.He didn't look at Greenwald, his angry eyes were fixed on Mo.

"Follow, me, back, go! Now! Immediately!"