If someone were to judge what are the most important things for Erik Lesheer, it would undoubtedly be Charles, his family, and his children. And in the case of his parents’ death, his Charles and his children with Charles are undoubtedly the most important things. It's important.
"So brave." Hank commented with a sigh. He was called to see the situation. "You are so brave. I... really admire you. Really, you are so brave."
The Minister of Magic climbed up from the door in embarrassment. The two Aurors and a secretary beside him fell even more miserably. If the Minister of Magic has some metal products on his body, it is completely normal, then the large and small badges on the Aurors are completely different from the ones on his body. Metal currency can only be said to be human nature and compliance with regulations - they were all beaten with bruises and swollen faces. When they could only choose between rubbing their butts or covering their faces, they were very embarrassed and had no choice.
And the female secretary was still screaming: "There's a Muggle here - give him a forgetting charm!"
In response, she flew up even more violently. She screamed and flew backwards to other places. Neither Auror could hold her back, and they only grabbed a pair of high heels.
America's Aurors are coming again. Hank sighed and walked into the room. As expected, he saw an angry Erik holding the table and panting. The hand that controlled the metal was still stretched out in the air without taking it back, and his expression was quite ferocious.
Hank looked around, but fortunately, the youngest child in the family was not here.
"Erik," he said carefully, "the professor asked me to come...to check the situation?" he said uncertainly.
"Now you see it." Erik said expressionlessly.
"You can't... be so impulsive. I think you will cause international problems..."
"This is not an international issue," Erik said coldly, "This is something every parent will do - if someone wants to plot against your child, then he deserves to die."
Hank scratched his head, unable to refute, because that was indeed the case, not to mention that he was also biased towards Harry - international issues were a problem, and someone trying to plot against Harry was even more of a problem, and for them it was a bigger problem. .
If someone suggested to Hank that Harry, or even Alex, or Sean, Scott, or Jean should have a happy afternoon tea and dance with a dangerous murderer who kills others in exchange for the safety of others, Hank His reaction would be to turn into a blue beast and tear the man's mouth apart with his claws.
"Of course Charles doesn't mean to tolerate someone plotting against Harry like this," Hank said, "but there are more than a dozen children among the hostages. You know, this is how every parent would react."
Once people become parents, they will be particularly soft-hearted towards their children. This is also the instinct of every parent.
Erik would also be soft-hearted, but when he thought about what kind of child Harry was at home, his heart hardened again.
Children are the ones who should be protected the most in their family, whether they are adults or minors. As the head of the family, Erik believes that he has this right - the right to inflict violence on those wizards.
"Where are they now?" Erik said, "It's been almost five hours and Eter hasn't called back."
——Later they remembered that there was no communication signal in the wizard’s territory.
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Draco was particularly irritated and headed straight to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office with a group of teammates he didn't want at all.
There was no way, the only teammate he wanted, or rather useful, was taken away by the principal's order, and when the situation was getting worse, they couldn't wait a second, just like Merlin and He was always against him. Whenever he got angry, the old man always gave him what he didn't want instead of what he wanted.
He casually said yesterday's password to the Medusa portrait hanging on the door. The office door rumbled open, but the owner of the office did not appear. There was a fire burning in the fireplace, and it was warm inside. The floo powder was on the table, and the black tea was still steaming, but, filedon, that man was not here.
However, Draco still smelled something suspicious - the aroma of lilies that had been blown away by hot water. This was something that Feldon often had, and Draco once accused him of being a sissy in private because only girls from aristocratic families liked the scent of lilies. The fragrance is also mixed with grapefruit, mint, and a little bit of moongrass.
"He left not long ago." Draco said warily.
"That means he won't come back immediately." Neville said. He walked to the desk and looked at the box of Floo powder and then at the burning fireplace. "We can set off for St. Mungo's now."
Hermione took a breath: "This is too dangerous, we should wait for the professor to come back——"
"But the professor will never let us go." Ron said, "Come on, if you're afraid, just stay."
Hermione pursed her lips, furious at these words, and looked like she wanted to imitate Draco and give him a petrifying spell.
Draco struggled not to speak. He chewed on his perfectly manicured nails, biting them unconsciously, thinking about the possibilities of this matter. If he said he didn't want to take a look at the situation, that would of course be false, but with Harry not around and with a bunch of pig-like teammates around him, could he escape unscathed?
But immediately he thought of his mother.
In her son's impression, Narcissa was never a fighting witch. She is good at arranging flowers, making tea and cooking, and sometimes shows her knowledge and proficiency in potions, but what about casting jinxes on others without mercy? No.
So he finally made up his mind.
"Listen, I'm wearing a double-sided mirror, and the other end is connected to Harry," he said. "I also brought some defensive accessories - longbottom, what do you have?"
"I brought a lot of...magical plant seeds and potions," Neville said, "It's like, like..."
"Is there still the one where you...hang me up last time?" Draco forced himself to hold back his anger about this matter.
Seeing his grinning expression, Neville was so frightened that he quickly shook his head. After the instinct passed, he nodded again: "No, no, no... no, no, no, I mean, I still have..."
"Very good, I brought enough of it. I poured a little to make you look good. No, if necessary, just pour it on the other person!" Draco gritted his teeth, picked up the box of Floo powder and walked towards the fireplace. He said to The thing is all too familiar, "grangler is not allowed to go!"
The only girl among the four stared at him in disbelief.
"Why?!"
"You're crazy Malfoy, she's smarter than the three of us put together!" Ron said in disbelief. Although he had always been mean to her, the whole academy knew how good Hermione was.
"Because you are the only one who is not a pureblood." Draco could not deny that he was 'smarter than the three of them combined', but replied coldly, "If we are really caught, you will be the first to be killed. Because you’re not even worthy of being a hostage!”
You will become a target for them to practice the Unforgivable Curse, and you will become a miserable toy to be played with.
When Draco thought about the many Death Eaters he had heard about (especially the deeds of his aunt), he couldn't help but tremble in his calves. To be honest, he wanted to change Granger and Weasley, because the former's IQ was at least above the standard... but he wanted to He thought about what would happen to Granger if there was an eventuality... so he absolutely couldn't take her there.
"Just because I'm not a pureblood?" the girl said slowly and in disbelief.
"Yes," Draco said, holding on to his cold attitude, "just because you are not a pureblood."
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To be honest, this is Harry's second visit to the principal's office. The reason for coming here the first time was that he had an extra godfather, and the reason for coming here this time was that he might lose this godfather accidentally. Harry felt uncomfortable just thinking about it.
The last time he came, this place was full of Aurors, professors, and Ministry of Magic officials. Sirius and Wormtail were squeezed in as well as several of their students. But now the place is empty, except for the dazzling bookshelves, portraits and Apart from the trophy, there were only refreshments prepared by the principal, Harry, and the principal.
Harry had heard about Principal Dumbledore's afternoon tea from some kind of gossip - candies, sweet tea with double the amount of honey and sugar cubes, and occasionally the new products of Honeydukes. If you are unlucky, it is very likely. Encountering him eating piles of cockroaches... But maybe Harry was indeed different in his eyes, so he received a normal treat.
Milk is added to the Darjeeling black tea, which tastes only slightly sweet. The puffs sprinkled with white chocolate sauce seem to have just been made. When you take a bite, the light cream with a buttery and mellow taste melts together with the puff skin itself. In the mouth, the white chocolate sauce is still warm, and their sweetness is perfectly blended together, and the taste is very good.
Although he was worried, Harry still praised after finishing a puff with both hands: "This is the most delicious puff I have ever eaten."
"Ah, as long as you like it, kid." Dumbledore nodded with a smile, "The house elves' craftsmanship has indeed gotten better and better in recent years."
"But is it time to eat puffs now?" Harry couldn't help but ask.
"Everyone needs a little sweetness when they encounter troubles. This is what I have said as an old man," Dumbledore said. "So in your opinion, what do you need to do now, Harry?"
The old man winked at Harry: "Your dean hopes that you can go home and stay for a while - so that your grades will not decline significantly. But I told him that I need to drink with Harry." A cup of tea made him agree to invite you here."
"So what exactly do you have to tell me?"
Harry picked up a puff again, took a bite and asked. In fact, his sense of the principal has not been very good. After all, no one likes the principal who visits your home at night and asks you to go to school. However, after reading a lot of books in school, he has to admit that the old man sitting in front of him, The knowledge and power in his hands are definitely not limited to what a principal should have.
This is a wizard who deserves respect. Even students like Draco say that he is crazy all day long, but there is also awe of him in his words.
"I want to give this to you." Dumbledore said, "You have to forgive me. As an old man, I am always a little forgetful, but what I want to tell you is," his blue eyes were gentle. Staring at Harry, "I really want to give you a good Christmas gift as an elder rather than a principal."
A seemingly plain box was pushed precariously in front of Harry.
Harry looked at it through his eyes. Although it seemed ordinary, he didn't think that Principal Dumbledore would specially give him anything ordinary at this time. After the respectable but seemingly unapproachable old man gave him something last time, he relied on those things. A thrilling time adventure. He tried to reach out and touch the cold surface of the lid, and then opened it gently.
A red crystal lies quietly on the black velvet lining, with its multi-angular natural facets shining beautifully.
Harry picked it up with some confusion and looked up at what looked like crystal... If it was a crystal, it seemed a little too light. At the same size, the crystal was at least twice as heavy. .
"Do you know what this is, Harry?" Dumbledore asked with a smile.
Harry thought for a moment and moved his fingers, but the red crystal did not move at all, proving that it was not metal or ice, and there was no fire inside. He moved his nose slightly again, and was sure after not smelling the fragrance. This is not some spice crystal that he has never seen before. If this was some kind of special mineral, it would be very possible, but among the minerals Harry had seen, none seemed to be so light.
So he shook his head honestly.
"This is a gift given to me by an old friend of mine. This is an exclusive local product specially made by the couple. It is very precious. His original intention was to entrust me to keep it, but I asked him directly for it because I think you are very valuable." You may need to use it," Dumbledore said.
"So? What is this... Principal Dumbledore?" Harry continued to hold it and look at the crystal lamp above his head. It was extremely transparent and the cross-section was perfect, so Harry could see some faint golden threads inside. It forms a strange texture that is difficult to detect with the naked eye. "Is this crystal? I seem to see threads."
Hair-like things also appear in some crystals.
"Perhaps you have heard of that friend's name," Dumbledore said. "After all, he is also a well-known person in the Muggle world."
Harry nodded, more curious than ever.
"His name is Nicolas Flamel." Dumbledore said gently and calmly, as if he was just talking about the old friend next door, and the stone was not the crystallization of the ancient alchemy.
And Harry... Harry shook his hand and almost dropped the stone into his mouth that was wide open in surprise.
harry:? ? ! ! ! ! ! !
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Harry returned home in a daze. He held the priceless box and wandered into the back garden of his home. When he finally recovered from the dizziness, he remembered that he had left Draco and the others at school, so he hurriedly retrieved it. Take out the double-sided mirror.
He knocked on the mirror, and Draco's head immediately flashed there - but looking at the background, they were definitely not at Hogwarts.
Harry immediately became alert.
"Draco? You're not in school? Wait - is that wine? Stop hiding it, Ron, I can see it, it's definitely wine, my God, where are you?! Hermione? Hermione, are you there?"
"You are too slow - so we have to go first." Draco said, "We are not stupid enough to enter St. Mungo's directly. I chose a few transfer stations so that we can get to the vicinity of St. Mungo's - but right here When we transferred to the bar closest to St. Mungo's, it was too crowded and chaotic, and a fool was tempted by a few witches here to drink a glass of wine. Oh, Granger was left in the castle by us."
Harry gasped, just because they dared to leave Hermione in the castle.
In his opinion, the girl is really a rare person among these people, the one who can always ensure that the goal is not deflected: "Then what?! You actually left Hermione in the castle? No, you shouldn't have taken the first step! "
"Otherwise, wait until you and the principal finish your pleasant afternoon tea!" Draco said, grabbing the wine glass from Ron's hand. It looked like Ron was being dragged out of the fireplace, "I can keep him where he is. Destroy?"
"That's what you are—" When Harry was about to say something else, a violent howl frightened him so much that he almost dropped the double-sided mirror. And when he looked up to see what was going on, he found that approximately all the pet cats in the area were running past surrounded by something from the street next to them, with a fierce momentum and a majestic scene.
And when he looked in the mirror again, he found that Draco had hung up his double-sided mirror like a phone!
"...What are so many cats doing here?" The nearby neighbor, the blond young man Harry rarely saw, seemed to have not yet woken up. He walked out of the house, scratching his long blond hair, and Smash it, Zan Zui, and muttered.
In such a cold weather, he only wore a white vest, so Harry's envious eyes swept over his muscles.
And there was another man's lazy voice coming from inside their house.
"If you haven't spilled the catnip, then you've offended someone you shouldn't have offended." The voice sounded younger and rather careless, "And can you put on your coat and go out again?"
"Oh come on, you know we won't be cold..."
"But that's too disgraceful," the voice said coldly.
The blond young man shrugged and walked into the house. When he saw Harry, he said hello: "Hi, kid, you've been coming back a lot lately."
Just as Harry nodded blankly, he quickly entered the room.
When Harry entered the house, he immediately understood why there were cats - dozens of cats - running towards him surrounded by something.
Nina, the most beloved little girl in the family, was sitting on the floor crying to her father, "The little man Harry gave me was trampled!"
There was a toy house in front of the little girl. It was said that Harry had played with it when he was a child, and what Nina was holding in her hand was a small doll that had been stepped on in half.
The bruised and swollen Auror standing next to her kept explaining that their officer definitely didn't mean it, and that she just wanted to cast a forgetting spell... But the little girl just didn't listen, so there were still a flock of birds surrounding them in the room. The peck, chirping was chaotic and lively, and when the Forgetting Curse was mentioned, Erik's face became even worse.
The Auror wearing the American Auror badge rolled his eyes while repeating various laws to Hank standing next to him... But the latter nodded frequently and obviously didn't listen much, because Harry knew that his eyes were always on him. It's on the Auror's wand.
"came back?"
Erik breathed a sigh of relief after seeing Harry. He didn't know if it was for his crying daughter or for these annoying Aurors. Harry guessed it was the latter, because Erik had never been good at dealing with these 'policemen of other races'.
"I'm back," Harry said, "What happened before I came back? Do they have any news about Charles?"
"Peter called back once. The specific matter needs to be discussed later, but Charles said you can let it go for the time being." Erik said expressionlessly, "And this group -" He looked at Charles' little boy and said the curse word Swallowing it back, "Aurors, as well as officials from the Ministry of Magic, hope you will come forward and talk to those... murderers."
"Really!" Harry exclaimed in surprise, and Erik coughed, and then he remembered that now was not a good place to talk, "They really... Oh, I'm sorry, I should have said hello. So, um, you are..."
"Your parents kicked out the British Minister of Magic and the Aurors." said the female Auror sent by the Magical Congress of the United States. "This is likely to cause international disputes, so I am here." She left She came over to shake hands with Harry, "It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Harry Erik Xavier - to be honest, the International Department hasn't been quiet since you entered Hogwarts." She joked.
The British Auror also wanted to shake hands, but was stopped by Erik's look.
Nina cried and ran to Harry's arms, and Harry picked her up: "Can I ask who bullied her? She...well, she is my sister."
"Sister?" the female Auror asked, "I remember that there are only you and your father on your family's residence certificate..."
"This is my dad's boyfriend. They are living together." Harry reached out and took Erik's hand and said very naturally, while the latter's lips moved but didn't say anything, "So this is my sister, what's the matter? question?"
"Oh, no, of course not," the female Auror said, "Well, congratulations. But I still have to say, this was actually just an accident."
"Madam Deputy Minister just...wanted to cast a forgetting spell on this little girl," said the British Auror. "The law stipulates that underage Muggles need to have their memory of the wizarding world erased, but we didn't know that at the beginning. This little girl, um, is your family, Mr. Potter. As for the toys, it was really just an accident. Madam Deputy Minister accidentally stepped on them with her high heels, and a repair spell can fix them."
"She was playing in the garden behind," Erik said coldly, "Did I make a mistake? When did I give you permission to enter and exit the house at will? Who allowed her to talk to my child? Who allowed her to talk to my child? Are any of you allowed to raise your weapons against Nina in this house?"
"Sir, if you had not been so tough at the beginning, I think the Deputy Minister would not have... taken risks." The British wizard Auror also felt distressed, "So can you let the Minister in now? If you do this, we will It’s also very difficult.”
Harry rolled his eyes again when he saw the American female Auror.
"Come on, Jack," she said, "you know this is impossible - listen to what the deputy minister said, she actually claimed that this gentleman is a dark wizard of unknown origin? Does she care about the actual facts? She Do you still want this boy to come forward? And to be honest, regardless of his student status, it is impossible for us to allow a boy with American wizard origin to take risks in such a thing, such a horrific incident. And your two ministers and deputy ministers were originally Only one person can come, why would the other one sneak into someone else's backyard? This is a private residence, and if you want to break into it, you can't do it unless you have an investigation order."
The female Auror's meaning was clear - she deserved it.
Erik sneered, hugged Nina, and pushed Harry, who was dumbfounded by the so-called 'dark wizard of unknown origin', and said, "Go upstairs."
Harry carried Nina upstairs - now that things had changed for the better, although he hadn't gotten the exact situation yet, he really had to tell Draco and the others to stop.
The wizard shook his head and sighed, and the witch said to Erik: "Don't worry, we will file a complaint against the UK in relevant aspects... But at the same time, we also hope that you will pay attention and beat out the ministers and deputy ministers of other countries' Ministry of Magic." Please don’t go too far with this matter, otherwise it will be very troublesome for us to deal with things here.”
"As long as they don't try to plot against my child," Erik said, "then there won't be any problem."
The female Auror nodded and pulled the British Auror to the door. Before leaving, she cast a Restoration Charm to restore the toys scattered on the floor to their original appearance. At the same time, the birds surrounding them finally flew out of the window.
They opened the door and walked out. Outside the door, Fudge, the British Minister of Magic, was wiping his sweat and wanted to say something, but was stopped by the female Auror.
"You don't have to think about it anymore," she said, "Mr. Fudge, this is not Britain, but the United States. Not to mention that this boy is not a British wizard now and has no obligation to do those things-"
She paused, looked at the house behind her, and said meaningfully:
"This is the United States. In addition to wizards and Muggles, there are also a large number of people who do not belong to these two groups. Have you heard about what happened a few years ago? Do you think the mage who attacked New York was a wizard? Do you think that can Are the green giants who destroyed a house Muggles? No, Minister, some of them don't even belong here, on Earth."
The author has something to say: I, for no reason, want to eat puffs...
Lao Wan was happy for a while, but in fact, the subsequent problems will be very troublesome... transnational disputes are even more troublesome... and cross-racial disputes, ahem...
There are aliens coming out of the United States every day, so American Aurors are well-informed...
Nicolas Flamel (Nicholas Flamel, the maker of the Philosopher's Stone, a real alchemist famous in history...a real alchemist in the 14th century. A person who made Newton obsessed with alchemy...
ps: The female secretary has been dragged out, and Umbridge is the deputy minister (although I am also surprised how she became the deputy minister.
