Speaking of why Harry and Draco were caught walking at night, it was also a very unfortunate thing - Charles, who rarely disturbed his son at this hour, happened to be asking Harry to borrow some reference books to read.
——As a result, Sirius received the text message, and as soon as he stepped into the room, he found that Harry was not there, and the note left on the bed solved his doubts very well.
"This is the first time I heard that you have to leave a note when you go out at night," Sirius had a hard time holding back his laughter, and thought this thing was very funny, "Hey, look up, boy, tell me what are you thinking about, Harry?" "
"I want to look in the mirror." Harry felt a little embarrassed for having done what could be said to be a useless effort. He found paper and pen and wrote, "But I... don't want you to worry and make you waste your time guessing where I went. .”
"So you left a note telling me you went to Hogwarts to find a mirror and told us not to worry?"
Sirius said, "This is different from James. Even if he ran away from home, he would not say a word, even though your grandparents had that kind of magic clock at home."
"My grandparents' house?" Harry finished writing and held it up for Sirius to see.
"Your grandparents' house," Lupin, who pushed the door open, confirmed this statement, "when they died, James moved out for convenience. You know, just like every noble, your family also has people who sign their surnames. The manor...but the door key to open it can't be found now. Maybe if you take the time to search in your vault, you will find some traces. Then you can go in and talk to your grandparents." At this point, Sirius and Lupin looked at each other, the two of them were melancholy and happy at the same time, "They are both very good people. I'm afraid they will go crazy with joy when they see you. You must know that several generations of single faxes are like a curse, which is more terrifying than giving birth to a squib - a squib." There is still a chance that a wizard will appear in your descendants - which makes your father spoiled."
"Someone doesn't seem to have the right to say this." Lupin shook his head slightly and reminded jokingly.
Harry remembered the Malfoy Manor he had once seen, and became completely curious about a 'Potter Manor', but when he heard the last word, his eyes widened - the portrait!
"Like a portrait of Granny Walburga?" Harry wrote, "Really?"
Sirius choked on the title first, his eyes lingering on the word 'grandma', and then nodded and waved: "Of course there is, a whole row, they can nag you to death, and then they can welcome new neighbors ”
"Then..." Harry hesitated, slowly finished writing and raised the paper, "Are there... my father and mother?"
The expressions of the two men dimmed for a moment, which undoubtedly gave Harry an obvious answer.
"We never thought they would die at such a young age," Lupin patted the boy on the shoulder, asked him to sit a little closer and put his arms around his neck, "We didn't want to prepare portraits for them so early - that would make them look like It will definitely look like death.”
No one knew that they actually died so early, so they didn't even have a portrait left, not even one as big as a palm.
"Let's not talk about it anymore," Sirius patted the boy melancholy, "Go find your father - he wants to borrow some reference books from you, you can bring them to him yourself, and by the way, spend more time with him and let him know that you are It's good enough to go out for a night out." He took out his cell phone from his pocket and took a look at it. "He wants you to have a few books on ancient Egypt and hieroglyphs. A few of them are basic. It's best to bring Latin as well. "
Hogwarts is different from ordinary schools. One of the features that even fascinates Harry is that it is very old... Let's put it this way, the development speed outside is several times that of itself, but the things inside rarely change, and due to the well-preserved , many books that are out of print or even unknown to the outside world can be borrowed by students at will. In addition to the Latin dictionaries required for spells, several other extremely ancient and obscure languages are also available in Ravenclaw. Some of them are preserved and reprinted in the library, and some of them are still handwritten copies. They are not allowed to be taken out of the library, but they are allowed to be copied. Harry copied them all the time last semester, and his fingers were covered with a thick layer of calluses. He wished he could take one with him. Go to a computer and print them one by one after typing, unlimited printing.
Draco also has a lot of ancient books at home. Whenever he makes Harry unhappy again, he will ask Narcissa to send him one or two books for help. Harry will not take his books and just copy them by hand. Draco is bored and has to accompany him. Copy it together with him.
All in all, when Charles and the others occasionally needed books and documents in other languages, the British Museum might not be as reliable as the Ravenclaw Library, and Harry worked very diligently to bring back many of the hard-earned manuscripts for reference. Later, Sirius opened it for him. We got a study room, and Harry came over because of his injury, so these things were moved here. Peter moved his hands very efficiently, and sorted the books by color quite redundantly. Harry laughed and laughed when he asked him to put the order back for him. .
Now that Sirius said this, Harry went out dejectedly. It was rare for him to ask his parents something like this, but this time, he seemed to have accidentally asked the wrong question and the wrong person. Not only that, he himself also It was very uncomfortable, as if there was something stuck in my throat, and my nose couldn't help but feel sore - the portrait of Sirius's mother could still scold her rebellious son on the first floor, but there was no portrait of his parents at all.
After thinking about it, he trotted out. After returning to his study to get the books that Charles asked for, he suddenly thought of a question - since the Potter family has portraits of their ancestors, what about No. 12 Grimmauld Place? Apart from his godfather's mother, are there any other portraits of the Black family's ancestors?
Harry muttered 'portraits of old people' in his mouth, then ran downstairs - usually one of the twins was responsible for accompanying him at night, today it was Peter - pulled the phone that was in a glass cabinet in the living room. The silver-haired young man, who was struggling with the book with all his teeth and claws, raised the book in his hand and wrote in the air with his wand: [Charles said they need these books. 】
"Book?" Peter asked.
Harry waved his hand, and a few books that were thick enough to be half a head swung behind him, and then pointed to the fireplace - it was the destination Draco shouted when he went to school, and he couldn't speak now. , and Felton strictly prohibited him from using teleportation before he was completely recovered, so he had to ask Peter for help.
"Oh, of course it's no problem, come on," Peter finally reluctantly poked the book with sharp teeth for some reason, closed the cabinet door like a dog he had teased, and then stretched out his hand to ask Harry to hold it. His palms and books then landed one by one, and Harry held them in his arms. "Let's go now, maybe we can catch up and say good night to them - but you have to knock before entering the room."
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No knocking is required.
Harry and Peter came out of the fireplace. When the latter helped the former who almost fell because of the weight of the book, they found that many people had gathered in Charles' study. Charles and Eric were standing and sitting at the desk. They hadn't seen each other for a long time. Emma was holding a stack of printing paper, and Moira, who was also holding a stack of printing paper, were standing next to the two men with the most say in the house. Raven and Hank were flipping through something, and there were several Harrys. Someone who didn't know Peter was whispering to something on the table, and there was a light in his eyes that was very familiar to Harry, one that was fanatical and full of curiosity.
"Why are you still up so late?" When Erik saw them, he walked towards them and took the heavy reference books and documents from the boy's arms. "I remember that Charles asked Sirius not to disturb you."
"Oh, this has to... oh, I mean, this really doesn't matter, dad." Peter originally wanted to make fun of Harry for leaving a note for a night out, but he took it and was poked in the arm a few times by his younger brother. As soon as he turned around, he successfully diverted Erik's attention by calling him "Dad". He also took away the books diligently, "I will help you put -"
Then he rushed to Charles who was sitting behind the desk and looking at them with a smile.
"Wait a minute," Moira said, "Dad? Whose daddy? Who are you calling?"
"My father, my father, my old man," Peter winked at this young but still beautiful lady, "As you can see, he is this person's boyfriend," he pointed at Charles with his tongue, and then The reporter was very happy to be teased: "Yes, that's right, that is indeed my lover."
Erik immediately responded with an uncontrollable smile, and the two people's eyes met in the air, as if they could spark visible sparks, and the love could almost shine out of their eyes.
Harry didn't notice, while Raven looked like her throat was stuck with honey, Hank coughed a few times and turned his head as if he didn't notice anything, and Emma had an expression like 'What did I say?'
And those people whose faces were full of curiosity were still full of curiosity.
Harry walked over and opened the books one by one, and showed the inner pages with category notes to Charles and others. He also asked Peter to help open his mouth and introduce: "These two books are about Egypt, this one is about Greece, and the other one is about Egypt." Miscellaneous..." He put down a book after each one. Those who seemed to be researchers couldn't move their eyes when they saw the pages he opened. Their breathing became rapid and their faces flushed. If it weren't for Emma's cold eyes, Then he swept over severely, fearing that they would have to pounce on him to seize the book.
"Dad, what do you want these for?" Harry asked quietly in his head, "Did you find any other ancient ruins?"
Emma has an archaeological team that specializes in excavating and hard-to-find notorious and dangerous monuments. Sometimes they also buy and sell antiques, but most of the time they won't touch anything else as long as it doesn't involve what they want.
Facing his son's question, Charles pointed his finger, then nodded to Moira, took a piece of paper and handed it to Harry, "Come and take a look at this," he said, "see if you can use the reference book you brought. To translate the meaning, all we can know is always too new.”
Harry looked down at the paper and found that the picture printed on the paper seemed to be a rubbing from an engraved slate. The rough texture on the surface of the slate was clearly visible, and the engraved words were deep, light, and some. It seems that the strokes have been worn away, making it indeed difficult to identify.
He knitted his brows together and grimaced, as if he was seeing a child doing math problems in an advanced grade.
Fortunately, this is not a science question.
"I...can't understand everything." After Harry flipped through the reference books for about an hour (during which Peter gave him three large glasses of water to ensure that he could occasionally raise his head), Emma assured that these researchers were After it was credible, Harry said in everyone's mind, "There is no doubt about the ancient Egyptian text, but the first half seems to be a hymn. I understand 'eternal', 'eternal life', 'the almighty man' and 'unparalleled dignity'" "God" and the like... But this is not like a myth, because as mentioned later, people at that time competed to serve that "god" every year. In short, they praised someone... who could touch, Gods who can be seen as humans, not in conceptual sense, exist in legends.”
After that, he continued to read. He was twelve years old and still a child. He was a child who had mastered magic and believed in some fairy tales. Therefore, he was quite interested in such myths: "They call him the oldest child in the world." The almighty god, he calls the wind and rain, and gives people strength... He, uh, cleans out his enemies." He was stuck for a moment, "This part seems to be a criminal law, I can't understand it. The following is a record of a sacrifice, saying On this day, the people wear their best jewelry, bathe and change clothes, kneel down on the street to worship the god when he is praying, offer the best tributes, and serve his confidants...what is the word...serve? He undergoes a 'rebirth' every year so that he can live for a long time. The old one...I guess it is the shell, the appearance or something...will be discarded, and the new life will come."
It sounds like Medea's magic, where people's blood vessels are cut open, all the blood in them is emptied, and a magic potion is poured into them. The people return to their youth, while the old blood is thrown aside and left to die. Take control of your life with magic.
"Where's the name?" Moira silently looked at the information he had in his mind. He found that although the document was translated like a fairy tale in a publication, it was vaguely correct. "What ability does he have? Who are the people who serve him?" ?”
"Um..." Harry adjusted his glasses and rolled his tongue several times before pronouncing the correct pronunciation. "At the sacrifice, the people called him 'En·Saba·□□' when they knelt down and worshiped. Those who served him were all loyal to him. The subordinates are called...four...well, I don't recognize this word. It seems to mean the Lamb of God, but I think it seems to be somewhat similar to the Christian saying..." Harry muttered a lot, and Raven looked at him. Time couldn't even stop, and he still wanted to speak, and hurriedly stroked his head: "Okay, these are enough, now we know that these reference books are useful for these damn things - go to sleep, sweetheart, thank you Help." After that, she said to Peter, "Take him back, and then you both have to sleep well - I guess you are past the age where you can sleep with your father watching over you, right."
"But I want to continue to help translate..." Harry looked at the piece of paper that was taken away by his aunt with some reluctance. "The things it records are very interesting. I have never seen such a civilization. It doesn't seem to be in Egypt." in history……"
"No, don't be like them," Raven immediately asked him to stop, pointing a finger away, rarely speaking strictly to him, "Go to bed."
Harry turned his head and looked in the direction she pointed, and saw the 'credible' researchers, looking at him like ghosts in the academy looking at the food on the table, looking very hungry. The wolf seemed to want to catch him and argue that he would not be given food or sleep for three days and three nights.
He shuddered, took Peter's hand and walked away quickly. When the big one and the small one who came to deliver the books disappeared into the fireplace, Moira let out a long sigh and expressed her opinion.
“They said there were four angels around that person,” she said. “I found... when I got to the place where my son disappeared, a restaurant there had been reduced to a stronghold, a group of believers, and they were even ordinary people. In this way, people took control of all the local people, led them to kneel down, and chanted repeatedly, 'Great, Almighty God, please grant us strength, please grant us rights... We are your loyal believers, please grant us light... …'”
"Do you think your son became a believer in a religion like theirs?" Raven asked, "and went to their larger stronghold? This religion was started by mutants?"
"Maybe it's worse than that." Moira put down a piece of paper on the table with a totem on it, "I saw a necklace like this on Kevin... I caught a person and tortured him, and he said, This is a symbol that only the four archangels beside God can possess.”
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In the daytime that had become British, Draco was sweating coldly, sitting in the principal's office of Hogwarts for the first time.
He tossed and turned in bed and stayed awake all night. He got up in the early morning and wanted to try his luck again to see if he could find the mirror again.
The mirror was found unexpectedly, but Principal Dumbledore - God knows how he didn't catch up on the long sleep an old man needed in bed - also found the students who had gotten up early and were looking around the castle.
"A rare chance encounter," Dumbledore looked at the second-year student kindly, "I think exercising too early will make you feel uncomfortable - so can I entertain you with two cups of hot tea and some sandwiches, Mr. Malfoy? ?”
Do you dare to say 'no' to the principal's invitation?
At least Draco, who just looked in the mirror and his ears were red without realizing it, he... didn't dare!
