Draco's anger was stronger than ever.
Although even Pansy was on his side this time, still trying to persuade him: "Come on, Draco, don't listen to his little joke - it's just a table conversation, who - I mean, those big shots above, who And take it seriously. Of course Harry Potter can't be anyone else. There's no way to fake it. You know this best. We are not here," she curled her lips, "those who can be fooled by a simple confusion spell. Melon tribe.”
Blasie stared at Nott solemnly, sizing up the other person's attitude in a cautious but silent manner.
About half an hour ago, Nott said in a very curious tone and in a seemingly casual way: "Guess, not long ago, officials from the Ministry of Magic went to Potter's adoptive father about the St. Mungo's incident. What happened at home?"
At that time, Pansy was discussing with Daphne whether the new season's perfume could easily cause rashes, so she didn't notice it. Of course, Draco was as sensitive as if he had been poked in the waist and turned towards this guy who didn't know what he was going to do. Looking over, a girl took up the conversation: "Didn't you say that I was treated rudely and rudely? Oh, if you ask me, those Muggles couldn't do anything, so what's there to say about this?"
Nothing can be done? The corner of Draco's mouth twitched, thinking of the wall Scott showed him through, and Harry's adoptive father's lover, 'Uncle Eric' who seemed to be naturally favored by the metal elemental elf.
"What do you have in mind?" He sneered coldly, taking a sip of the soup in front of him with his usual arrogant attitude. "It would be nice to say it and make us laugh and relax."
Nott obviously hadn't learned to hide his emotions yet. Draco could see a hint of stiffness on his face and muscle movements that were obviously clenching or grinding his teeth, and then he snorted and said, "That's not a Muggle-" I have an uncle who works at the top level of the Ministry of Magic. It is said that the Deputy Minister came back in a very embarrassed state... And this respectable lady cursed incessantly in her office for a long time, and the next day she proposed to take Harry Potter back to the UK. Live and isolate him from his adoptive father's family, because it is most likely the home of a vicious black wizard family, and there may be some illegal and evil transactions in private. In the United States, who knows..."
Why don't you throw this in front of the person involved and let him beat you to death? While Draco thought, 'You're only at this level,' he also thought with regret. Harry always beat him a lot, but rarely beat others. If he protested, he would get the reply "Why should I care if others deserve a beating?"
"Speaking of which, is he really Harry Potter?
If what he said before could be used as a source of conversation - this sentence made Draco's hair stand on end.
What does it mean?
"What do you mean?" Even Blasie asked aloud, "Isn't there something different about him?"
"Who knows if he is," Nott said without concealing his malice. Draco didn't know when he hated Harry so much. "It is said that he has been missing for ten years, right? We all know his story, although We were still very young at that time, but the Daily Prophet reported that he mysteriously disappeared in a car accident! All the Muggles in that car accident died..."
"He defeated the Dark Lord once, and you still think he would lose his life in a Muggle car accident?" someone said.
"Have any of you seen his scar that is said to be lightning-shaped?" Nott asked, "He is British, but now he has American citizenship. How did a baby go from England to the United States?"
Good question, this question still bothers countless people, and the person involved is also quite confused. He said that he was left at the door of his house one night, probably because the little wizard's own self-protection made him apparate - at least this is The most accurate answer, because it was the answer Draco asked from Harry, not some tabloid news.
As for the scar, Draco wanted to vomit when he saw it, but when Harry first entered school, he hated people looking at his scar, so he straightened his bangs to cover it up. Later, his fame gradually cooled down, but they met When they arrived at Salazar, the ghost of the Lord raised his hand and erased the scar. Now if he lifted his bangs a little, he could see that Harry's forehead was extremely empty.
"Maybe he healed the scar." Pansy thought this question was stupid, and the black-haired girl said casually, "Isn't that pretty?"
"That scar was left by the Killing Curse. How could it be healed so easily? Also, the Aurors found traces of damage to the floor and surrounding walls at the scene of the St. Mungo's incident. Some people also witnessed one of Potter's adoptive fathers. He broke into St. Mungo's with permission, and his methods were very weird," Nott lowered his voice, as if Harry was sitting on the long table next door at the moment, "He can control metal to kill anyone, including wizard."
"What does it mean to be one of the adoptive fathers?" said a senior.
"This is even more ridiculous," Nott said, "It is said that Potter's adoptive father is a man who likes men..."
"Watch your words," a senior reminded displeasedly, "In some Muggle countries, men can marry."
Due to the post-war population decline and the current lack of magic in this area, the British wizarding community now never advocates same-sex marriage. Even ten years ago, they encouraged women to have children, hoping that the population would be extremely consumed by the war. You can return again through giving birth - it must be said that this is a very local and primitive move.
Nott then cut off the rest of the words, but he snorted a few times in a mocking tone, and the meaning was self-evident.
Ding. Draco's fork hit the plate hard, and the girls' gasps one after another barely covered up the sound of his loss of control.
"Of course, of course, of course, this matter can be put aside for now," Nott was very satisfied with the current atmosphere and continued, "But the point is, have any of you ever heard of a Muggle who can manipulate metal? That Muggle It can even turn the necklace you are wearing into a weapon to strangle you! Who knows if Potter has learned a lesson from them?"
If it were that easy I would have learned it long ago. Draco thought bitterly.
The girls couldn't help but touch their necks, and some even flinched - what aristocratic girl doesn't own more than a dozen necklaces?
"You just like to tell these gossips, don't you," Draco said, suppressing his annoyance, "I haven't heard any of these tidbits from my father. If Muggles are like this, what else do we have to learn? Or Say, you, nott, are afraid of a Muggle because of this news? Because of some threatening news that is just like making up a story?"
He wasn't lying. His father didn't say a word about it - his father was beaten directly by the savage mutant - okay, okay, powerful mutant. And he himself witnessed the opponent's ability to manipulate metal with his eyes. If only ten percent of St. Mungo's was made of metal, I'm afraid no one would be able to escape from him.
And a fool like Nott actually thought he had found a clue. While Draco was unhappy, he also felt a little bit of schadenfreude in his heart. If, if, he meant if, one day, Nott really did something wrong in front of Erik, he would definitely describe how disgusting this guy's mouth is.
But what is not going to do? Draco didn't think that Nott had anything to do after he was full, and he didn't think that the adults in his family would try to find out such news just because of his mouth - but then again, since everyone has a criminal record in their family, maybe it wouldn't be necessary at all. Inquire - So what is he going to do? To build panic in the crowd? Create a kind of one for harry? Or do you want to ruin Harry's reputation? In other words, I want to take advantage of the opportunity——
——In any case, Harry is 'that Harry Potter', and Nott's assumption is simply a joke.
Thinking of this, the anger aroused by those words about doubting his identity calmed down a little.
"That's not what I think, Draco," Nott was obviously confident, he said in an affectionate manner, "You should stay away from him for a while, my suspicions are not just my own thoughts -" His voice Suddenly improved, "The people in the Ministry of Magic think so too! Who knows if the person who comes from a family with evil and dangerous secrets is the real savior Harry Potter! What if he is disguised as Polyjuice Potion? What if he is deliberately changed by someone? What about the one who lost his face? No one in Britain has seen how Harry Potter has lived in the past ten years. Maybe the fact that he doesn’t have that scar is proof! Everyone knows that it was left by the Death Curse, and no one can remove it!"
"If you can't, and you think you can't, then it's because you're not capable enough!!" Draco's words made Draco angry again, "I've witnessed that scar being healed with my own eyes!! I'll also go to his house to have it done. Passer-by, your remarks can stop being reduced to table jokes!"
"Who doesn't know that you guys can wear a pair of pants? Your words are completely untrustworthy," Nott said, and to Draco's surprise, several people showed the same approval on their faces, and the attention of the next table was also attracted. , many people put down the tableware in their hands and looked over, "And I said, most of these are the opinions of the Aurors and the highest level of the Ministry of Magic - they saw with their own eyes that one of Potter's adoptive father used non-marijuana. I just threw them out the door."
"Daphne, I remember you have an uncle who is at the top of the Ministry of Magic," Blasie said suddenly, "Have you heard anything?"
"I've heard that Xavier's family is different from ordinary Muggles," Daphne said cautiously and to the point, "but this is a secret - a secret from MACUSA. How can I know so clearly?"
"Let's see," said Nott, "just waiting for an opportunity - the Ministry of Magic will not let go of the opportunity to find out about Potter. When the time comes, I will bet gold galleons that he will not be able to stay at Hogwarts - Maybe you will end up in Azkaban because of the danger and pretending to be someone else. The best result is to get out of the UK——"
"Immediately! Stop your fallacies!" Draco couldn't help but slapped the table and stood up.
"Why do you order me? I have freedom of speech!" Nott said, "Are you one of Potter's dogs, Draco Malfoy, you have disgraced Slytherin!"
"It's embarrassing to be beaten to the ground by a ravenclaw again and again!" Draco snorted, feeling that Nott's scar had completely healed and he had forgotten the pain. The memory of being beaten to the ground for making trouble in duel class didn't seem to be enough to teach him a lesson.
——Not only do I order you, I also want to beat you!
Draco almost said a few curse words through his back molars.
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The two of them started to quarrel, but Nott's seemingly absurd remarks cast some doubts in everyone's minds——
——Harry's scar, the ten years that Harry has been missing, and what no one has ever thought about, the authenticity of Harry's identity.
Yes, he looks very similar to James Potter - but changing one's appearance is not impossible in the wizarding world, and the name of the savior is not without its allure.
This is a ridiculous topic, but there are always people who want to talk about it.
"Hermione, you, don't be angry, no, no, no, I didn't mean that," Neville chased after her to comfort hermione, "I'm not saying they are right, but my uncle said that the mouth is on the face. On the other hand, they can speak whenever they want and don’t care whether it’s right or wrong... Whether it’s correct or not is not important to them at all.”
"I'm not angry about this," Hermione bit her nails and thought, "I'm just wondering if this is just the beginning."
"ah?"
"The Ministry of Magic," Hermione said, "Nothing else matters but—nott mentioned the Ministry of Magic."
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When Harry hit Peter on the stomach, the latter squealed and opened his teeth and claws like a baby bear whose arms and legs were lifted after being hit by a heavy object.
Fortunately, the place where he slept on his back was a carpet, and they - let's just say they fell - the height they fell was not very high. The carpet seemed to be made of real animal fur and thickened, and the texture was very soft and soft. thick.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Harry apologized frantically, got up from Peter's body, and quickly turned him over, stroking his spine and checking his spine, "Peter, are you okay here?"
"Everything is fine, except that my butt hurts a little... oh, and my stomach." Peter rubbed the position of his tailbone, and then started to sneeze non-stop, "Hah-ha-ha-ha-ha- —" Only after the third sneeze did he notice why he was sneezing: this place looked like it hadn't opened the windows for more than ten years, and the air was filled with dust, which made his nose itchy and he couldn't stop sneezing. .
"Hurry up and cover your neck—haha—" Peter immediately thought of the injury on Harry's neck and took off his coat and gave it to him, "Oh my god, what kind of place is this—haha?" !!”
Harry looked around and successfully followed the light source to find the curtain that was covered with only a slit. He pulled up the curtain and touched it. He felt that the fabric was thick and heavy, covered with dust and was very scratchy at the same time. , because the golden embroidery patterns on it are all off-line.
He grabbed the curtain, and then pulled it open with all his strength. The light stung his eyes for a moment, but it also filled the entire room at once, making every place here clear.
Harry stood in front of the window and opened the creaking redwood window. The scenery he looked out surprised him - this was a land that didn't look close to an urban area or a village at all, but it had rolling green hills. The mountains and the large woods that look like models at this height, the blue sky that is not blocked by any high-rise buildings, and the gardens that you can see when you lower your head, covered with fallen leaves and weeds and have lost their original appearance; then change the angle and tilt your head. If you look at it, you can see a gray but still impressive high-rise building, with more layers, rows and rows, and dazzling room windows. It is no more beautiful than Harry's own school (it is said that it is used in his ancestral home). Although it is spacious, the architectural style is more retro.
Harry had actually seen a place of this size once before - Draco's home looked like this, and the decoration style, every part of the house screamed antique.
...like a manor.
It’s just a manor! !
Harry opened his mouth and looked back at the key that fell to the ground - it was a portkey!
He couldn't believe it, and a guess gradually emerged in his mind - but is there really such a lucky thing? He means that it hasn't been long since the last time this matter was mentioned, not even three days, and this key...
"ah!!!!"
A harsh soprano suddenly startled him and interrupted his train of thought. Peter jumped up with his hands and feet and swooped to protect Harry behind him, as if a machine gun was pointing at them, which made Harry She couldn't help but hugged his waist and dragged him aside. .
They looked towards the source of the sound together, and the portrait of an elderly soprano on the wall stared at them in horror.
"It seems that the portrait of performing soprano is not unique to No. 12 Grimmauld Place." Harry commented a little cautiously, "This... madam? If you don't mind... can you tell us where this is? I My brother and I didn’t mean to break in.”
"It's madam, you sweet little sweetheart," the lady holding her chest in the portrait has silver hair, a slightly plump figure, and looks to be in her forties. After she saw Harry's face clearly, she suddenly He was so surprised that he smiled all over his face, "I haven't seen the sun for more than ten years - you are so scared, don't you allow me to be happy - and I want to correct your wording, this is not right It’s called ‘Break In.’”
Peter and Harry looked at each other, the former was full of question marks, and the latter had a premonition, but still couldn't believe it could be such a coincidence!
"This, uh, madam," Harry blinked, walked over, leaned in front of the portrait and asked, "What's your last name?"
The noble lady took a breath and opened the feather fan in her hand. "Boy, now that you are here, will you forget your last name?"
"I'm sure and certain that I don't have amnesia," Harry said, "but... the key to here is said to have disappeared long ago..."
"Isn't that right?" The silver-haired middle-aged lady shook her finger. Harry turned his head and saw the door key that fell on the ground. The lady was still sighing, "I thought this damn place was going to... Sealed forever - Merlin bless you and you will come back!"
God, this is really Potter Manor! ! ! !
Harry immediately looked at Peter with admiration - how could he be so good at finding things! Sirius said that such a key had disappeared a long time ago, and Hank didn't think of it at all. Charles deliberately looked for it but didn't discover the secret. The Ministry of Magic, which supposedly sealed up the property, didn't even mention it, but Peter found it in ten minutes. Nei went through Hank's territory and handed the key to him, which officially enabled the key to function as a door key.
At the same time, he also admired Hank - why should this kind of thing, this kind of thing brought with Harry, be placed in the laboratory? Is it because in Hank's opinion, experimental vessels and samples are as important as this box?
