hp+ Detective---Flowing Water Life

88

It was December, and the beetle settled in the ragdoll cat's den for four days, and then suddenly disappeared four days later. Wendy thought that Coco lost the beetle while playing and didn't care.

On the fifth night the house-elf came in with a copy of the Daily Prophet on a tray.

"Little master, this is the newspaper that will be released tomorrow, and you need to read some of the contents first."

Edward opened it, and "Slytherin---Still Exists" was used as the headline, and the picture above was a photo of Edward's life at Hogwarts.The second edition of Who Is Hogwarts? "The accompanying picture is still Edward's life photo.The third edition, entitled The Mysterious Lady, The Truth We Don't Know. "The accompanying picture is a silhouette of a woman. Edward carefully identified it and was satisfied that it was not the image of his mother.The fourth edition, "First Love" is accompanied by Edward and Wendy smiling at each other.

Edward read it carefully. The first three pages still uphold the rigor of news, and the regulations are fairly clear.The news on the last page is completely in line with Rita Skeeter's style, with all kinds of gossip, writing Edward as a flirtatious playboy, and writing Wendy as a coquettish bitch.

One can imagine how much trouble it will cause in the magic world tomorrow.

"Tell the person who wrote the letter that there is no need to change it, just send it to be printed like this. If there is an additional issue tomorrow, let them add fuel to the flames. The bigger the trouble, the better."

The next day was Sunday, and Hogwarts did not force students to go to the auditorium for dinner on weekends. Edward never went to the auditorium on weekends.

At around eight o'clock in the morning, there was a knock on the dormitory door.

"Morning, Draco."

"Edward, hurry up, go to the lounge. Everyone is waiting for you there." Young Master Platinum held a newspaper and pulled Edward along as he walked quickly while stuffing the newspaper into his arms. "Something went wrong, that woman Skeeter exposed your identity, which caught us off guard."

Almost all the Slytherins stood in the common room.She looked at Edward silently, waiting for his decision.

"Everyone, what I want to say at this moment is: I don't need to hide my surname, my family, and my ancestors. No matter what kind of blessings or pain my family has brought to the magic world, I have to face it Blindly dodging can't solve any problems. This is an account of my family and the magic world. There is no need to involve you. My family and I will deal with this matter seriously. I request: everyone stay out of it .For this matter, don’t ask, don’t hear, don’t do, don’t talk about it.”

Everyone dispersed and went back to their dormitory. Wendy and Edward looked at each other, sobbing in grievance.

"Don't take it to heart, Wendy, we have no right to interfere with what other people think, what matters is what I think, baby Wendy is the best in my mind."

"The newspaper said, I don't know why the young master of Slytherin fell in love with this girl. Apart from being a pure blood, she is not outstanding in anything. Edward, I also want to ask you, why do you fall in love with me?"

"Because you are obedient and quiet, you will have your own little temper, you know yourself stupid and not smart, and you are never self-righteous.

"

"But, I'm so ordinary, I don't think I'm good enough for you."

"When I was young, many people didn't know that my mother was an aristocrat. Many people said that my father married a dumb person when he was in a daze. My mother didn't know anything, she couldn't cook, It is commendable that she stirs the egg liquid very neatly. I think even an eight-year-old girl can stir the egg liquid perfectly. She claims to be able to arrange flowers, but every time she inserts them in a mess, she doesn’t understand music. And painting, don't understand romance and history. Despite this, my dad still loves her, not because of her origin and identity. It's because my mother has a soft heart. Wendy, how do others think I match someone, That's someone else's idea, not mine."

"Then what should I do?"

"Love me well and do nothing quietly."

"Mr. Edward Slytherin, Professor Dumbledore invites you to the headmaster's office." A Gryffindor sent a message in a weird way, and Edward smiled and said he understood.

"His attitude is so disrespectful." Draco said, if you agree, I can beat him up.

"Draco, there is an idiom in the ancient East, to the effect that if someone spits on your face, don't wipe it, and wait for the saliva to dry on its own."

"What's the point of doing that?"

"That is to say, endure. Unless this kid insults my family, I will endure Gryffindor until I graduate." Edward paused, "It seems that my endurance is not strong enough. According to the context of the idiom, it should Even if I scold my family, I will laugh and listen."

Draco immediately looked at Edward with crazy eyes.

"Be respectful, Xiaolong."

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Would you like a glass of honey water?" The old headmaster stared at Edward for 5 minutes before asking.

"Thanks, more honey and more lemon if you can."

"Mr. Slytherin, please feel free. Whatever you add, it's the house-elves who do it. Your words work better than mine."

"Yes, I just remembered, then, squeeze the lemons, not slice them."

A glass of golden honey water was placed in front of Edward. He picked it up and took a sip. It was sweet and sour, and he drank it with a sip, "Have another glass, add some ice."

A glass of honey water with ice was placed in front of Edward.

"Sorry, I managed to coax my girlfriend today, I talked too much, and I'm too thirsty."

The old principal looked at Edward with sharp eyes, and Edward looked at him with a smile. Many times, someone compared a person's eyes as sharp as a knife. Edward still felt that this rhetorical technique was too exaggerated. Today, he finally saw it. The release of magic power, coupled with the terrifying momentum, naturally gives people the feeling of a magic soldier out of its sheath.

"I didn't expect that, I really should have noticed earlier, you and Tom look too much alike, he doesn't have your aristocratic temperament, he is always very gloomy."

Edward watched the old headmaster recall the past.

"You should know where your blood comes from, a village called Little Hangleton, where there is a Muggle squire and a crazy and paranoid descendant of Gaunt."

"Then I gave birth to a lunatic thirsting for power with a love potion, met an infatuated fool, and gave birth to a tragic mute. Fortunately, the bad luck that my family has gone through for too long finally turned around in my generation." Edward He doesn't shy away from his family's ugliness at all.

"You know it all?"

"Yes, I have been to Little Hangleton and visited the graves of my ancestors."

"You're scarier than Tom."

Edward smiled.

"Go back, go back, be kind to your friends, be kind to Harry, he always thought you were friends."

Edward drank the water under the quilt, stood up and said to the old headmaster, "Harry has always been my friend, one of my best friends."

Sitting in the Great Hall eating breakfast on Monday, Edward and Victoria were getting too much attention.

"According to my girlfriend in Ravenclaw, they have listed a lot of questions and are going to ask you questions about the Slytherin family." Blaise has been selling girlfriends for 100 years, and he has more than one girlfriend .

"I've also heard that Gryffindor has organized a team to play an unforgettable prank on you. Currently, the twins of the Weasley family are serving as consultants. It seems that I heard that the funds are not sufficient, otherwise you estimated this morning They've all been tricked." Draco was also shaking what he knew.

"Where's Hufflepuff?" Goyle asked innocently.

"I went to Hufflepuff's common room yesterday to ensure that they would have enough to eat every day. I will expand their dormitory next semester. I was forgiven after playing pity for Professor Sprout for a long time." Edward said depressedly. Eat a spoonful of mashed potatoes.

A Ministry of Magic clerk who still lived in the castle approached with a summons.

"Mr. Slytherin, here's a Wyzengamot Writ for Her Majesty that you need to bring to her."

Edward took it, and the cover was a big W letter, exquisite and delicate.

"The date for the trial is December 12th, which is Christmas. Because of the high voice in the wizarding world, your mother's trial will be held in Hogsmeade. By that time, the Wizengamot-court All members of the wizarding community are allowed to come and watch."

Edward held back his anger and asked the visitor, "A trial about what?"

"Your mother was accused of sending out basilisks in an attempt to murder students when you were in second grade."

"Who is the plaintiff?" Draco asked.

"This needs to be kept secret. After all, everyone knows the name of your family. In order to prevent your family from committing murder and extinction, we will keep it completely secret before the trial."

"Are you allowed to have a lawyer?"

"of course."

"It's too much to treat mom like this." Victoria walked up and down in her room. "Where is the Wizengamot?"

"A trial team of fifty wizards, most of whom are senior officials of the Ministry of Magic."

"These moths."

"Why are you angry?" Edward said calmly. "I'm not only planning to show this to my mother."

"Do you have any plans? Edward, tell me the truth, are you the one who broke the news about us?"

"That's right, I also took the reporter to the cellar for a few days, and I think her writing is not bad."

"Then what are you going to do next? I don't allow anyone to point fingers at my mother, even talking about it."

"Mom doesn't want to come to the magic world. We all know that. I've already decided to find a lawyer for her, and let the lawyer handle this trial with full authority."

"Then have you found it?"

"I found it, but I haven't told him what's going on. I believe his eloquence will definitely convince the jury that my mother is innocent. In fact, my mother is indeed innocent."

The author has something to say:

Still haven't checked, there will be typos, let's make do with it.

Next chapter, guess who's coming?No prize for guessing right.