hp+ Detective---Flowing Water Life

The purpose of Edward’s Hogsmeade is to buy, buy and buy. In fact, the process of spending money is quite smooth. The raw materials for potions are easy to find. After checking the freshness, you can pack them up. The difficulty is to bring gifts to the girls. Well, Victoria can still prevaricate with quantity, but Wendy's gift needs to be carefully considered.

"Maybe we should take a closer look before deciding." Master Platinum suggested.

"Okay, let's take a tour first."

Mycroft stood on the second floor of a building in Hogsmeade, watching Edward and Draco walk from one side to the other, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, dressed very retro, with a black cloak, A yellow tie, and a pair of brown leather shoes can be seen when he moves.

"Seeing Edward is really a surprise for my itinerary today, what do you think, Severus." Mycroft turned back, took another glass of red wine from the table and handed it to the person in the shadow people.

Professor Snape stepped out of the invisible.

"I knew you were father and son, but I didn't expect that I have known the husband of the King of Slytherin for 12 years." Snape did not take the glass of red wine.

McCaw wasn't embarrassed either. "Severus, my friend, I have very few friends, but I treat you sincerely, indeed, Liz and I are husband and wife, but your position worries me."

"I serve the Dark Lord."

"I sincerely regard you as a friend, even, I beg you to take good care of my Edward, you know what Edward means to my family. But you don't treat me like this, you say you are deeply loyal to the Dark Lord, Actually, your allegiance is only to Potter." Mycroft sat on the armchair and gestured to Snape to sit down.Snape pushed back his cloak and sat down.

"Severus, we haven't seen each other for a summer vacation. A lot of things happened this summer vacation. You know, Potter lived in our house for half a month. If Liz and Edward are the only ones who hate him, He has been buried now." Mycroft picked up his glass and took a sip of the red wine. "In fact, our acquaintance was caused by me on purpose. There are commercial considerations. You are the master of my potion store. But most of all, it is because Liz met Potter before we met. I found you in Te's mother's network."

Snape straightened his back, he was tense, he never hid his emotions from Mycroft.

"Edward was very quiet when he was young. He couldn't call mom and dad when he was one year old. Liz was very worried, so we made an appointment with the doctor. Potter didn't have a household registration, so he had to go to the hospital as his cousin, Liz Holding Edward, Potter's aunt holding Potter, they sat on a bench, almost next to each other, and Liz recognized Potter."

Snape was expressionless, and Mycroft knew he had used Occlumency subconsciously.

"Liz took a few glances at Potter, especially the scar on Potter's forehead, and then regarded him as a passerby. At that time, Edward and Potter had a fight because of a toy car, and Liz didn't treat him specially Potter, for all the years that followed, all her life focused on watching TV, shopping, and doing nothing at home."

"I need to meet your lady. I want to hear her promise that Slytherins will not take revenge on Potter for the Dark Lord. Never."

"No, Severus, I or Edward will give you this promise, but I won't let you see Liz. She doesn't want to see anyone from the wizarding world, she just wants to be a Muggle. "

"How do I know that the promise of your father and son is valid? You must know that the head of Slytherin is your wife."

"It is Edward and I who exercise the power of the house head."

"Father, where have you been? You didn't take me there." Victoria threw herself on McCoff, pouted and hugged McCoff's waist and began to act coquettishly.

"Little princess, this is your gift. I went to Hogsmeade today."

"Then have you seen Edward?"

"Saw it, didn't talk to him. How was your weekend?"

"I visited the museum with my classmates, which was quite interesting, but I felt very boring after returning home."

Mycroft looked at the living room, Yuki Haru was crying alone holding the roll paper, "What's wrong with your mother?"

"Watching TV with Ms. Muli, it's obviously a series of idiots produced by a group of idiots, and my mother is so devoted to watching it. She also put herself into it. Look how she is crying."

"Okay, little princess, let your mother develop some new hobbies. If she has nothing to do, she will pull you to learn something you don't like to learn."

"Liz, dear, did you go to the White Rose Manor today to see how those roses are growing?" McCoff took off his coat and handed it to Didi, and sat next to Yukiharu himself.

Yuki Haru stopped wiping her tears, she forgot about it, those roses were newly transplanted, and Yuki Haru was always worried that she would not survive.

【Uh, I'll go tomorrow. 】

"Okay, dear." He kissed her, "Don't indulge in this kind of romantic drama, I think you get more love than the heroine."

Yuki Haru smiled happily.

In the new week, in Hagrid's Protection of Magical Creatures class, a Hippogriff was violently turning around in place. Edward checked the contracts in his mind. These dangerous magical creatures did not sign any contracts with the Forbidden Forest. .

Edward looked at the half-giant, wondering what was going on in his head?Doesn't he know that eight-eyed spiders are cannibals?Doesn't he know that the magical creature in front of him is very dangerous to those little carrot heads in the first and second grades?

"Draco, tell everyone to stand back."

"Everyone, step back, step back to a safe distance."

Hagrid invited everyone to have fun with this hippogriff, "Buckbeak is very friendly, he can lead everyone to fly, you can come and try."

The Slytherins backed away, and the Gryffindor shook his head.

Hagrid was very at a loss, it is said that this was his first show as a professor.Potter felt that he should support Hagrid, walked up by himself, and bowed to Buckbeak.

"Edward, I want to go too." Young Master Platinum was itchy.

"You can discuss with Mr. Big Malfoy to buy an animal like this and put it in your manor."

"It's not gorgeous."

"Believe me, this kind of animal is too unsafe. A tame snake can kill people, let alone this kind of animal with sharp claws."

"My God, it's flying, look, Edward, Potter is flying on it."

"The rocket crossbow can also do it, Xiaolong, you don't have to be too envious."

After flying around in the sky, Potter seemed very excited, loudly standing up for Hagrid, and many Gryffindors lined up to experience flying.Potter frequently looked at Edward and Master Platinum, the purpose was self-evident, he also hoped that someone in Slytherin could experience riding Buckbeak, otherwise Hagrid would be too embarrassed.

"Tell them, don't come forward, I see Buckby is more stormy than just now."

Draco went to convey Edward's words by himself, and Hermione had already quietly moved in Edward's direction.

"Edward, why don't you try it?"

"Hermione, I hope you go back and tell Hagrid quickly that the mood of the group of teaching aids is not right, there are too many people, and they are already frightened."

"Teaching aids?" Hermione was incredulous. "That's how you describe a hippogriff?"

"Is not it?"

"You ought to be kind, Edward."

"Hermione, my love is for humans. Also, the Hippogriff is very irritable. Go back and tell Hagrid. Hagrid won't listen to anything I say."

Hermione told Hagrid, and the half-giant didn't believe it, "No, Hermione, they are all cute, how could they violently hurt people? Don't listen to that Slytherin kid talking nonsense, they Slytherin It's always like this." The half-giant complained to Hermione in a low voice, "A bunch of cowards, they don't dare to try."

Hermione looked at the hippogriffs, which were indeed kicking their paws restlessly, pulling Hagrid to end the experience.Due to his height, Hermione could only pull at the hem of his coat, and Hagrid, he thought that such cuties would not hurt anyone even if they were angry.

"Edward, it seems that the half-giants are not aware of the situation." Blaise stood behind Edward, and the third-year Slytherins were farther away than before.

"I really don't know what is the standard for Hogwarts to select professors? Does the school have no rules and regulations? I'm talking about safety protection for this kind of outdoor class."

Blaise shook his head.

"Mom is right, this is simply a school without a school license and substandard security measures." Edward muttered to himself.

Buckbeak scratched a Gryffindor.

"Merlin, that kid is a son of the Gryffindor family." Blaise said gloatingly.

It was Buckbeak, the most-flying hippogriff, who slashed a Gryffindor boy's belly with a horrific gash.

"Quick, send to the medical wing," Hermione yelled.

Slytherins stood by and watched. Edward knew that it was already the limit to shut up these Slytherins without irony, and it was impossible to help. Besides, Gryffindor might not appreciate the help, and maybe the two sides could fight verbally. several rounds.

"Go back, don't discuss this matter outside the lounge."

During dinner, there was a lot of discussion in the auditorium about this matter. Dumbledore was not in the teacher's seat, and Professor McGonagall was also absent. The Gryffindor table was divided into two groups. One group believed that the wounded Buckbeak must be executed. The other school of thought is that the injured boy reaped the consequences for not being friendly enough to Buckbeak.

The other three houses were particularly quiet. Ravenclaw still ate while reading, and the entire Hufflepuff house had its own invisibility.It was rare, or perhaps uncharacteristically, for Slytherin to say nothing about the matter.

Hermione looked at Edward who was eating with his head down. He dealt with Pansy sitting next to him impatiently, thinking about finding a chance to have a good chat with Edward.

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