hp+ Detective---Flowing Water Life

The next morning, the first class was Herbalism, and the second-year Slytherins and Gryffindors met each other.

Malfoy walked proudly in front of Slytherin, Potter, Weasley, and Hermione walked in front of Gryffindor.

The eyes of the four were murderous, and Edward sighed.Young master Draco, you only have one person, and there are three of them.

"Potter, how was your summer vacation? My mother misses you very much." Malfoy greeted hypocritically.

Potter really wanted to pay him a few words back, but when his cousin Draco's mother was involved, Potter still endured it. After the savior despaired of his matrilineal relatives, he pinned his hope of family affection on his paternal relatives, although Sometimes he didn't expect much either, after all, Big Malfoy was a Death Eater too.

But Hermione checked the wizarding genealogy and proved that Holmes' words were true. Mrs. Malfoy was his closest relative in the wizarding world.

"It's okay, although we were very unhappy in the bookstore," Potter's face twitched, and he said with a strange expression, "Say hello to my cousin for me, I miss her very much during the summer vacation." The same face, but added a word "nephew."

Draco was completely angry. Originally, he was just disgusted by the idea of ​​relatives and the savior. God knows if his mother missed Potter, but he didn't expect Potter to learn to talk back.

The Platinum Master, who didn't take advantage of it, drew out his wand, intending to impress his opponent. At this time, Professor Sprout arrived.On both sides, they could only put their flags to rest and wait for class.

Today's learning content is to change the pot of the Mandrake, and Hermione, the schoolmaster, brushes up the sense of presence. However, the number one good student in Professor Sprout's mind is always Edward, Professor Sprout asked Edward demonstrates how to repot Mandela seedlings.

Everyone put on earmuffs and watched Edward quickly pull out the seedlings, change the pots, and bury the soil, all in one go.

"Attention, we must bury the seedlings quickly, so as not to let them catch the cold." Professor Sprout emphasized.

"This ghost is afraid of catching cold." Ron muttered.

Neville immediately fell to the ground.Professor Sprout thought Neville forgot to wear earmuffs, but Neville's good roommate explained that Neville was just scared.

"Okay, let's try it now. I will take care of Gryffindor, Edward, and you will take care of your classmates."

Everyone else is fine, Master Draco made a fuss when changing the pot, he put his finger on the root of the seedling, the root of the seedling grew like an ugly baby, and Draco stuck his finger to his mouth parts to tease it.As a result, he was bitten by Mandela's rhizome.

"Draco, I didn't know you were so childish." Edward had no choice but to rub his fingers for him.Time to put the mandrake in the pot and "hope it doesn't get cold."

On the other hand, the savior on the other side, watching Draco being bitten, thought "this kid is too naughty".

"Hermione, maybe I should have a good talk with Malfoy." The savior after class was talking to Hermione in the corridor.

"I want to know my parents, not from the newspapers, not from the mouths of admirers. I also want to know my grandparents. You see, there are many portraits in the wizarding world. Where are their portraits? Even, my home , it became a memorial, and I was able to take out at least a few things my parents used to keep as souvenirs. I often think, Hermione, I would love to have a home. Whenever I see other children with parents, I am so eager for my parents to be alive. I am in Ron's house, and I am so envious of Ron, because Ron has a complete family."

Hermione patted him on the shoulder.

"Hermione, Gryffindor has the courage to face reality. Find time to accompany me to meet Malfoy."

Hermione nodded.

~

At night, Edward was leaning against the head of the bed with a magic lamp beside him. Edward was fascinated by the Chinese version of "Feng Shen Bang".

"The demon-calling flag... You can summon elves by shaking it... Does my grandfather's Dark Mark also have this function?" Edward brought a pen and paper, and wrote down his conjecture.

"The greatest wealth of human beings is imagination, and this book is the evidence. Or, this book is a different way to prove another world...a world with myths."

Edward was in his pajamas, and the four-poster bed had curtains hanging on three sides, with beautifully carved posts and tiers of curtains.Edward yawned, put down his book and lay down.

~

There was no class the next morning, so Edward went to the library. He used to borrow books, but recently he was stuck in a potion year. Professor Snape suggested that he find out the reason himself, and Edward went to the library more diligently.

When he came to an empty corridor, a portrait stopped him.

"Edward, good boy, would you like to talk to me?"

Edward looked, and there was only this portrait in this corridor, so he stopped.

"Good boy, you have grown up, what a handsome young man, especially your eyes, which are exactly the same as Alice." After the portrait finished speaking, he wiped his tears with a handkerchief.

Edward immediately used the authority, and the three-dimensional map of Hogwarts showed that there was no one around.

"Who is Alice? I don't know her, old sir. I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry to go to the library and I can't chat with you."

"Elizabeth, is your mother okay?" The old man in the portrait obviously came prepared. "I heard that she became a marquise. Obviously she had an adventure after she left home."

Edward did not speak in front of the portrait now.

"Good boy, your mother is Alice's daughter, and I am Alice's father." The owner of the portrait looked loving.

"You're lying. Your facial expressions and body parts tell me you're lying." Edward thought through several solutions in his mind, and made up his mind to slowly get to the bottom of the matter. "Besides, I have never heard of Alice, and my mother's name is not Elizabeth. Sir, you may have misunderstood the person."

The person in the portrait looked at Edward suspiciously. "No, we have been observing you for a long time. Hogwarts takes great care of you, haven't you noticed? You have never been teased by the stairs. Every time you eat, you always have the freshest food in front of you. The most delicious food."

"Sir, I have house-elves here, and of course fresh and delicious food to eat, and I always go with my friends whenever I pass on the stairs. You know, I never go alone Passed by the stairs." Edward said very understandingly, "Sir, you are very old, maybe, you remember wrongly. From the urgency of your tone, I infer that you really need a junior to talk to you, I hope You can find him."

After Edward finished speaking, he turned and left. The old man in the portrait eagerly said, "I know who your grandfather is? He is dangerous and noble. Would you like to hear it? Or, I can tell the principal. If he knows You are in danger."

Edward stopped, "Sir, I have to reiterate that I have nothing to do with you. Yes, my grandfather was very noble and dangerous when he was alive. After all, he himself often said that he was a gangster, gangster, and he was still He is a hot nobleman with a lot of resources in his hands. But, have you met the principal? Although his past is very contemptible, he died in a street fire before I was born. You know, a It is very disgraceful for a Muggle nobleman to die like this. Many people have also said that his life is a pity. He has not done a few good things. He has a good-looking face and hangs around flowers all day. Many people still say that he Is it a libertine, a playboy or something? I don’t think the headmaster will listen to you talking about my grandfather’s messy history.” As if feeling too self-deprecating, he grabbed the book in disguise, “Sir, I have to leave, I I still have to go to the library to return books, goodbye."

"Well, little sir, what was your mother's name, Field?"

Edward stopped again, "Sir, I don't intend to discuss my family history with you. Yes, my mother was named Field when she was not married to my father."

"My last name is Field, too."

"Sir, I don't know if you have some kind of Alzheimer's disease. No, this disease is not your manifestation. My mother and my grandfather have the same surname. If you insist on pretending to be my elder, you should say that you belong to my grandfather." Who, God, how can I become so stupid, what am I talking about with you, the weather is so good, I should read a book, or play on the grass outside the castle. Goodbye sir, no, never see you again. "

He strode away, and kept complaining when he left, "I shouldn't have listened to what he said."

At the same time, the three-dimensional map in his mind was constantly rotating, and Edward judged that no one was eavesdropping nearby.

What is Field doing?This family has never been so aboveboard.Edward decided that they would come after him again.

~

Field Family Manor Chamber of Secrets

"I saw that child." The portrait who had just talked to Edward returned to the family secret room.

"How? Like the Dark Lord?" asked one of the portraits.

The portrait of the so-called great-grandfather of Edward muses, "I suspect we have found the wrong person, but the whole of Hogwarts is Edward Holmes himself. Moreover, I just found out if his mother's surname is Field. But he said that his mother The name is not Elizabeth."

"A cunning fellow," said a portrait of a medieval lady, fanning open, appreciatively.

"Tell me about the process, unless Elizabeth's son is a squib, he must be at Hogwarts at the moment. The Dark Lord was so cunning back then, his grandson must have a bit of his true heritage."

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