, wonderful and free of pop-ups! "Thank God, you finally came back when our stomachs were growling with hunger." Charles pushed his wheelchair out of the castle gate and accepted his son's hug with a smile. "I have just returned to the full-time system. After only a few days of teaching, I felt that my brain was not used enough——"
"You're spoiled." Erik said simply, "You have to start by getting used to the college's healthy recipes, not Harry's special recipes, Charles."
"I know you did the most credit today, Erik, so please let me go," Charles looked at his old friend with the same smile, "So, how is it there? Is the wizard's street interesting? And, would you mind explaining it to me? A few students staggering around?"
"They are not used to walking through the fireplace," Harry stuck out his tongue. "I don't know how they did it. Anyway, they opened a cross-border passage. We can go back to the United States from the UK by just walking in-"
"Ahem, but no one said that this passage was a fireplace collecting dust! We even had to spread the ashes ourselves to get through! Oh my god." Kitty patted the ashes on her pants, "No, I have to wash it. Bath, sorry professor, I’ll ask you what today’s homework is later!”
Hearing the word homework, everyone except Jean started running towards the castle. In the end, only the red-haired girl was left standing in front of her mentor with a calm expression.
"How's it going, Jean," Charles asked, "Is that a good place?"
"In addition to Harry having to avoid people while walking... Yes, Professor." The girl smiled, "We also bought a lot of interesting gadgets. You will have to worry about whether they will overturn the house."
"I will, thank you for reminding me, dear," Charles nodded happily, "Go and wash up and get ready for dinner, Jean, my good girl, I really trouble you today."
"Never, professor." Jean nodded to greet Eric and Harry, and walked towards the castle with steps that had not faded from excitement.
"Where's Nina?" Erik asked.
"She is over there in the woods, playing with children about her age." Charles patted his son on the shoulder, enjoying the comfort of the wheelchair controlled by Erik, "Harry, I'm a little interested in what Jean just said - why Do you have to avoid people? I think my son is quite handsome and a lovable child."
"I'm just too 'likeable', dad," Harry touched his nose, a little embarrassed and shy, "Everyone - everyone who knows that I am 'that Harry·R', is rushing to come and rush to me. I shake hands as if shaking their hands could turn them into gold.”
This time, even Erik couldn't help it, and laughed together with Charles. His smile was a bit scary, but it was rare for him to have such an opportunity to smile like this with his teeth exposed, like a big shark: "Your son is a bit mean. , charles.”
"Erik! Don't say that - and 'no', dear, I'm sure your 'media copy' ability doesn't have the function of the Midas Touch," Charles said, holding his stomach and laughing, "But, maybe there really is such a thing. Mutant?"
"Anyway, that wouldn't be me." The boy stuck out his tongue. "I originally took a fancy to a dozen books that looked useful, but it turned out that it was 'that boy'. Look, in the end I had to give up those books and drag me along. New friends - and, run away."
"This name sounds like a girl," Charles turned to Erik with interest, "Should I be happy about my son's charm, Erik? It has only been a while since he met a girl!"
"Dad!!!" Harry was extremely embarrassed. Being able to interact with peers safely did not mean that he could accept such ambiguous teasing. "They are just casual acquaintances, and -"
And she’s a fan of yours! The hardcore kind!
Erik was indifferent on this issue: "I can only say that he is not as fast as you were back then, Charles - but he is only eleven years old. If this charm really exists, it is obviously too early."
"No, no, no, Erik, it's not too early at all..." Charles wanted to continue this question and tease his son, who was actually very thin-skinned. The next second, Alex stood by the window and shouted to stop:
"Professor, please, please sit down at the dining table before chatting! Oh my god, these people dyed this big stupid guy like Hank red!"
"They bought magic dye bombs! I have to save Hank!" Harry was freed as he wished. He pulled out his newly bought wand - which was actually useless even after pulling it out - and rushed over.
"Hey, you can't use magic items to bully Hank!"
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On the other side of the ocean, in England, on a vast and fertile private land, lies the most perfect masterpiece and partner of this land's life - Malfoy Manor.
Ten years ago, someone once commented on this place: "If I were the Minister of Magic, I would confiscate all the properties of that cunning Malfoy as soon as possible and take them as my own. This is not only because their family is as rich as the country." , but also because their family owns the most extensive, perhaps not the most extensive, manor in the UK, but it is the most expensive, the most enviable, and the richest in heritage."
And now the mistress of this expensive manor is sitting on a delicate chair that she can show off, focusing on the fashion magazine in her hand, and carefully reading every piece of clothing on it——
——But she just didn't give a look to the large dog that was barking at her feet and eager to spin at her heels.
After turning to the bottom of the magazine, maybe because she felt that the pure black dog was too noisy, the mistress of the Malfoy family, Narcissa Bck Malfoy, finally spoke. Her voice was cold but not too cold and arrogant, and her words were elegant and elegant. She is not too pretentious and can be said to be a model of a noble lady in the wizarding world. However, when she opens her mouth, the target is the dog under her feet:
"Patience, Sirius, you are an adult man, not the stupid young man who hasn't graduated yet," she said calmly, "since you tried so hard to escape, but were not careful enough and were discovered by me, in the end you even had no choice but to ask me for help. , all this is just for one message, one person, then you should know that if you want to get what you want, you need patience, incomparable patience - if you bother me again, I will take you to hogwarts , throw it into the cellar, and ask you to taste what it’s like to be a dog for the whole semester.” The beautiful woman raised her plucked eyebrows, “Don’t you think that your old rival, the godfather of an old acquaintance, our family’s My old friend, in one semester, I won’t even be able to recognize you?”
"..." The big black dog fell into silence in an aggrieved tone. It was obvious that this threat was very terrifying to him.
"In fact, the news has already been released. Haven't you heard about it?" Picking up the mail order form and writing it down, Narcissa's seemingly careless face slightly raised the corners of her mouth, "Your nephew, mine, is having sex with your godson. Entering school in the same year - if that boy had really disappeared, do you think England would still be so peaceful now? It's evening and I just said at dinner that he's made a new friend."
The black dog's head suddenly raised high and he shouted twice tentatively.
"Oh, I forgot, you have never been allowed to appear in front of him because he always felt that you were not clean enough." Ignoring how the dog's face was twisted, the lady said softly, "Don't worry, they found 'him' Because this year is the tenth year, and the boy has reached the age of going to Hogwarts, Sirius, I don’t understand why you are so anxious - have you forgotten the magic of the freshman list of Hogwarts?"
The big black dog barked excitedly, and his mistress told him to stop: "The noise will do irreparable damage to my flowers, so be quiet, Sirius. They found him in America, the living "The boy who came down," she couldn't hide a hint of joy when she said this, "I heard that he was brought up by a good family and his etiquette and conversation were very decent. He just didn't know anything about his life experience. Dumbledore went there in person to persuade him. He agreed to study at Hogwarts... By the way, one more thing, his current surname is Xavier, Harry Eric Xavier, which is recognized by Muggle law and is also his own name... Okay, Sirius! I know. What are you thinking, but bear with me your sadness, anger and unwillingness, and you should be calmer, after all," she said lightly and took another sip of tea, "you are just a dog now, You are still a mongrel dog of unknown origin. To be honest, even if I want to give you as a gift to r, you are not a gift that can be obtained. "
The big dog whined in frustration. Even though his fur was washed to be quite oily and smooth, Narcissa could see that he was frustrated, as if the black of each hair was turning into a pale gray.
"Oh, there is something you may have forgotten to hear," Narcissa took out a piece of macaroons from the carved table next to her, her tone as casual as if she had forgotten to drink tea today, "I made an appointment with that boy, and I will take out a day's work soon." It’s time for a friendly gathering. The boy was unfamiliar with England, but he was very friendly and asked my son to be his guide——”
The youngest daughter of the Bck family, who has always been described as indifferent, said this with a little bit of joy in her tone, "——Your godson is very discerning, isn't he? He chose the best from the beginning. However, it is really pitiful, I heard that he has grown so big that he doesn’t even know what a wizard is—"
The big dog let out a terrifying growl, but his mistress was not afraid of him. She tapped the armrest of the chair with her perfectly manicured nails: "——What's the use of shouting here with me, Sirius? Whose fault is this? ?Is this the result of whose carelessness? Is it me? Is it my son who had not learned to speak at that time? This boy could have grown up well and gotten the best of everything that belongs to him. Whose is it? What carelessness and stupidity brought about this? Think about it, Sirius, he didn't even know he was an Englishman."
The big dog's roar went from high to low, and finally turned into a whine. It desperately buried its head in the soil of the flower garden, trying to suffocate itself here.
Narcissa then put away her rare meanness and looked at the dog on the ground coldly, feeling that after so many days of beating, she should get to the point: "Do you want to meet R, Sirius? That boy will enter Hogwarts this year, unless Reporters are surrounding him every day, otherwise you wouldn’t have the slightest chance to meet him.”
The big dog pulled its head out at once, shook the dirt off its face, barked a few times eagerly, and circled around Narcissa's feet, flicking its tail.
"Then agree to my request," Narcissa said, "Why are there dementors being sent to hogwarts this year? Oh don't look at me with that face, of course I know - it's all your fault, Sirius, it's all Because of you, that result happened!"
She, who was always gentle and courteous to her son, couldn't suppress her anger when she said this, "You let your nephew and your godson have the terrible possibility of facing the Dementors! If something happened ——Oh, yes, I know you don’t care about my son, but do you care about your godson? You owed him a home and eleven years that should have been stable and prosperous, and now you want to let him suffer this Such a threat!"
It is impossible to say that this reprimand was just out of sympathy for the savior boy - but Narcissa needed this condemnation and sympathy, and needed to use this feeling to threaten the dog under her feet.
No matter what, she needed her son to be safe and protected.
"Protect him, protect your godson, Sirius," she knelt down condescendingly, letting the hem of her expensive pure white skirt be stained with dust, and her voice was almost a whisper in the ears of her cousin who had transformed from a dog bastard into a mutt. While saying, "I am responsible for sending you to hogwarts, helping you hide your identity. There may be a less respectable dog. You can watch your godson, protect him, and make up for him... But I need you to swear, swear that when you encounter When you are in danger, or even face a Dementor, you have to save his life even if you reveal your true form and are captured!"
The garden became frightening because of her almost screaming harsh voice, and then fell into an even more frightening silence.
And when the sun went down and the moonflowers bloomed, the black dog suddenly transformed into a ragged man, like a devil released from the teapot, and knelt at his cousin's feet.
He has messy semi-long curly hair and the most handsome face of a man. However, his expression is haggard, and there is a kind of fire in his bones. His eyes are as black as the darkest night, with hatred and unknown emotions in his eyes. The entanglement is daunting.
Finally he spoke, in that broken voice he hadn't used in a long time.
"I promise you," he said at last.
