The salazar was hurriedly taken out by Harry, and after hearing what he had just said, he felt very calm.
"This situation is not uncommon. Every family's manor has its own magic circle. Your parents must have sealed the manor before leaving and cut off all external contacts. The keys in your hand are undoubtedly one-by-one. The door key to sex can only be opened if you hold it. Hogwarts already have a similar spell, and it is difficult for Muggles to detect its location by any means."
"Cut off all external contact?" Harry asked, "Even if it has an address registered with the corresponding department and the Aurors can find it? Does this also cut off contact?"
Salazar showed an expression that could be called tolerant, but still said, "You are wrong." He reminded Harry: "Your parents."
Harry nodded thoughtfully, thanked him and put the salazar back.
If Wormtail hadn't been unable to withstand the Dark Lord's torture, if Wormtail hadn't spoken out the address without hesitation, and if Wormtail hadn't been the key keeper of secrets, Harry probably wouldn't have become an orphan at all. .
"...This magic is really powerful." Harry sighed from the bottom of his heart, "But it still has its drawbacks."
"Yet it's still difficult to learn, and it's the most effective method." salaz
ar said, "And it's time for you to add hummingbird blood."
Harry hurriedly went back to take care of his cauldron. Peter behind him didn't dare to touch anything this time, because they had just 'flew' to Potter Manor, and the cauldron that was still on the fire almost failed and even exploded. , the level of danger is comparable to leaving a gas stove on but no one is home.
If they hadn't thought of this problem, they wouldn't have been able to return to Xavier's mansion - the portrait of the lady who seemed to have remained single until she went to see Merlin seemed to feel that he hadn't eaten for three days and screamed (Harry even suspected that this was old age) The female tradition) requires the house elf to go out to buy ingredients and make a lot of stuff that is enough to kill a person for the boy to eat.
"I would say your father is stronger than you," the lady said. "If he jumped from the building, he would be able to hurt your grandfather's back."
Harry was caught off guard when he heard such a sentence, and even though he was embarrassed, he actually felt a little amused: "Well... I can hurt anyone's waist even if I jump from a building. Anyone can do it."
"Look at your thin arms and your face that's not even as round as an apple..."
"As round as an apple, that's called fat!" Peter interjected.
"Nonsense," said the old lady in the portrait, "children should be so plump to survive the growth period - when they are eighteen years old, they can no longer eat casually, otherwise they will not be able to marry a good girl. .”
Harry looked at himself silently - is he thin? Is he thin? Is he really that thin?
————In fact, Harry has a standard figure, healthy but not thin, and his limbs are slender but strong. He just looks a little frivolous, which makes Draco laugh at him and envy him at the same time (once he stays up late, he will be the next day). Every step is like walking in the sky
Then she continued nagging: "That's not okay. I have to ask your grandparents to come and see you and see what a pitiful little kid you have grown into!"
grandparents.
Harry was pulled out of his doubtful mood by this word, and subconsciously grabbed Peter, causing the latter to quickly ask him: "What's wrong? What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Is the wound cracked?"
Harry touched his throat and realized that he had been speaking subconsciously for a long time. Surprisingly, he felt nothing... Now that he thought about it, his voice sounded hoarse and deeper than usual.
"Oh, what's wrong with your neck!!" The woman in the portrait noticed his neck, and her scream went up a notch, "No, your grandparents must come over and take a look, how distressed they are. ah!"
No, when you said that, I was so scared. I was so scared when they came. Harry thought subconsciously.
"No... no," he put his hands to cover his neck, "it's not a big deal... I, I, I, uh, I still have..." He hesitated, suddenly remembering what he was doing before, "I The potion is still not finished, I have to go back and look at the crucible." After that, he pulled Peter, "Let's go now. Thank you for talking to us, ma'am..."
After saying that, he lowered his head, pulled Peter with a bang and teleported away. A second before leaving, he could still hear the lady saying regretfully: "Hey, at least let them see you!!"
sorry. Harry heard that he wanted to say this.
…
But I really wasn't ready for this.
Harry turned off the fire and struggled out of his thoughts. Thinking of this, he thought in panic and shame.
"It's not like we have that or something," Peter saw him finally bottling the potion before approaching him, "It doesn't matter if your crucible explodes, we can come back and make repairs."
Harry knew he was talking about the time turner, so he answered bravely: "...We can't all rely on it. Magic has a price, and the time turner can't be used too much."
"I really want to meet your grandparents," Peter touched his chin with interest, "I also want to visit that mansion. Guess how many fun things there are there?"
"I wasn't prepared." Harry sighed.
Only then did Peter notice that his mood was not quite right, and he leaned down and patted his face, "What's wrong with you, poor boy?"
"Don't call me that," Harry glared at him and looked at his figure again, "I don't think I'm pathetic at all."
"I guarantee that you have a standard figure, Harbao," Peter laughed out loud, "You just don't know that all the old ladies will think that you haven't eaten enough and think that you should be as fat as a balloon, and even then they She will also think that your evenly pigmented white skin stretched by meat is not rosy enough, so she will feed you barbecued meats and sweets in different ways."
Harry asked him humbly: "Is this your personal experience?"
"When I was little, I didn't know that my abilities would consume a lot of calories on my body," Peter said proudly, "Then I went out and walked around the community and harvested a lot of food. All the flesh on my body was used up by my abilities. There is only a handful of bones left in Tiaoqi, but he is frighteningly thin and handsome."
Harry gave him an 'I don't believe it' look, as if a skinny Peter wasn't handsome enough.
He put the two tubes of life and death water (only test tubes can be used here) into the bag on Peter's waist, patted them, and said, "I don't know how to imagine it."
"Charles can testify." Peter happily followed him out and gave an example, "My father can also prove it - oh, but they both seemed to be thinner than me at the time - oh no, no, Charles seems to be OK, after all, he spends his days every day Drink, get drunk——"
"Wha - my dad is drunk? My dad?!" Harry yelled in surprise. Although the voice was not very loud, it quickly stretched his throat, causing him to cover his neck with a little pain on his face. , but this did not cover up his surprise at all, "My dad is so drunk that he drinks every day? Wait a minute, I really want to hear someone say this -"
"...Ah oh." Peter blinked and covered his mouth, "I mean... oh."
In the end, Peter kept his mouth shut, and until they delivered the water of life and death to Jean's hand, Harry failed to dig it out completely.
The red-haired girl looked much better now. When she took the potion from the two test tubes, Harry looked at it and saw that the corrosion marks on the walls and portraits had also disappeared. Harry guessed that Jean had restored them casually.
The strange thing is that Harry thought he would see his father here.
"I thought you were looking for Charles," Peter asked Scott, who had been staying here, about Harry's and his own doubts. "I think this situation is serious enough."
"We can't find it." Scott tightened his facial features, "No, I mean, we are not told where the professor is - the professor is busy, and he is busy in a place we don't know - I don’t have a problem with professors, really, but they’ve been gone for four or five hours, which I heard is rare, and my brother isn’t here, so I can’t find even an adult.”
Jean pulled out the cork, drank the potion in the test tube, and said, "It doesn't matter, I'm... I'm fine." She waved Harry over and raised the back of his hand, seeing that it was already knotted. Only with scars can you rest assured.
"I'm really fine, Jean. Boys are handsome if they have some scars - I'll go look for them." Harry also felt a little strange, "Maybe Hank fell somewhere else."
Sometimes Hank will force himself to do something that must be done now - and then when it's over, he can easily find a corner to lie down and fall asleep, like a real beast, on the laboratory table or in the corner of the kitchen. , under the trees and in the grass in the garden are places that are often used as alternative places.
"I'll come, I'll come, I'll come," Peter rolled up his sleeves and pointed at Harry: "But it's time for you to go back to bed, Harry. I'll send you back first."
"He's right, the kids have to go to bed," Scott said, "No matter what happens, let's deal with it first."
Harry almost rolled his eyes at him - wasn't it Scott who dragged a growing boy out of his bed and out of his sleep to deal with the emergency?
"Come on, let's go. We'll drop you back at Number 12 Grimmauld Place first," Peter said.
…………
Number 12 Grimmauld Place was brightly lit at this hour of dawn.
When Harry stepped out of the fireplace, he found Sirius waiting in his room with a long roll of parchment and a piece of normal-length parchment. He was pacing and cursing, probably saying something like 'xx raised fuge' or something like that, but when he saw Harry, he smiled.
"I really didn't expect you to do this one night," he said eagerly. "Did you see your grandparents? I mean their portraits? Did you talk?"
This question made all Harry's words get stuck.
He could only lower his head and shake his head slightly in shame: "I...I only stayed in that place for a few minutes, and I didn't see them."
"Oh." Sirius was a little disappointed, but it didn't matter. He walked over and took the boy over, nodded to Peter who sent him back, and then said, "It doesn't matter, there will be many opportunities in the future, have you put the key away? Where did you find it?" After saying that, he realized something again, "Why did you start talking? Felton said you still need to train for half a month before your voice can be used normally without restraint."
"Then when will he be able to go home?" Peter became so bored that he toyed with Harry's messy black hair, "Nina asks about it every day."
"Also half a month." Sirius said with a grin.
Harry had no choice but to change his approach, pick up the pen and paper from the bedside table, and shut up again: [Peter dug it out blindly, and we were taken away as soon as I touched the key. ] After saying that, he took out the key from his pocket and wrapped it in a handkerchief, for fear of another big transfer.
"That's it!" Sirius said excitedly when he saw the key, and then happily patted the yawning Peter on the shoulder, "Good boy! Well done!"
[Don't,] Harry typed on the paper, [Don't encourage Peter, both Erik and Charles have told him this, and Wanda said he can dig out almost everything in the house for you. 】
Peter pinched his face: "Is this what you should say? Who helped you find these, eh? Who, who? You tell me!"
"It's you, it's you, it's you, it's you..." Harry had to beg for mercy in his head.
"But honey, trouble is coming." Sirius handed over a piece of paper, "Of course, with me here, they don't dare to do anything to you, but I'm afraid you still have to go to hogwarts."
"Is there anyone still looking for trouble inheriting your own family's inheritance?" Peter leaned over to look at the parchment, "Like "Downton Abbey"? That's not possible, Harry is the only legitimate heir - or, he needs Pay a huge amount of inheritance tax to the government so that officials can eat a lot of money——"
"I don't watch TV shows, but I'm afraid it's not what you think," Sirius's face flashed with a hint of cold murderous intent for a moment, "But of course, they don't want to see Harry inherit his family's inheritance, and he's not an ancient spirit. It's not like a treasury in the pavilion, but like an ancestral home. Do you know the lord and the territory?"
Peter dropped out of school, shaking his head and asking questions. Harry quickly understood what Sirius meant and opened his mouth: "Sirius, you mean, the Potter family still has some land property?"
After listening to his words, Sirius hummed a few times and then grinned: "Some? Have you seen the forests, pastures and horse farms outside the window? That large area belongs to the Potter family! This is still a relatively close place! There are a lot of them The land is waiting for you to do whatever you want with it. You can even use it to build a few amusement parks, and you can do whatever you want! If the Ministry of Magic wants to use that land for other purposes, you can't sell it if you don't agree!"
"Wait a minute, Sirius! Are you saying that the UK no longer grants land to non-royal aristocrats, but the wizarding aristocrats still have all ownership rights to their own land and property?!"
Even though he was speaking inside the other person's head, Harry's voice changed its tone in shock.
"It's not just that," Sirius said seriously, "there are other things - you know, every noble manor once had a large production chain - you don't have to buy food, because all the farms in the manor will produce it, you You don’t need to buy a good horse, because you have a horse farm at home, and you can ride it as well as you want. And if you want to sell some unique little things, such as special medicine or rare items, you don’t need to pay commodity tax. "
This is of course - because it is not within the commodity system at all!
"The Ministry of Magic once wanted the property rights, or authorization, of the Double-Way Mirror like crazy, but the family that invented it didn't register the product ownership and intellectual property rights at all. They firmly controlled this industry, and no one except them They can make double-way mirrors so well, but they only sell a limited number of a dozen pairs a month, and the Ministry of Magic officials have to buy them secretly if they want," Sirius explained to Harry very carefully, "Don't listen to Draco He always talks about his father who is a high-ranking official. In fact, at that time, pure-blood nobles and the Ministry of Magic did not get along at all. The former controlled almost one-half of the country's resources but did not throw it out at all, and the latter sometimes And more popular, they are... part of a balanced relationship, but most of the time, neither side can completely overwhelm the other."
Harry listened with his mouth open for a long time, thought for a while before slowly nodding his head, while Peter was speechless.
"It's like the times haven't been completely divided yet," Harry explained to him. "In the past - just like in the story, the lord had all the rights to his territory. He was a small king in his own land. Taxes must be handed over to him instead of the king... But even if the wizarding world does not establish a monarchy, the government cannot control most of the country's resources, because it is like letting people hand over their bank deposits to the government Flowers are very unreasonable behavior. Similarly, you can't ask the nobles to hand over their rights to their ancestral land. This is like asking the government to bulldoze their houses and build other things at will. The nobles in the wizarding world refuse to do so. There is more that can be done beyond what the government is proposing.”
In fact, in the territory of non-wizards, everyone can also reasonably decide on their own real estate industry... Of course, the government will negotiate with everyone, but the wizarding world is different - the pure-blood nobles control too much! big! ! Got it! !
The land that the Ministry of Magic can plan is already limited. Harry was a little stunned.
"If the heir of a family does not show up within the stipulated period, or is certified to be in jail or missing, or cannot produce the inheritance certificate, after the manor's protection circle expires, the property will be taken back to the Ministry of Magic. Of course, if you show up I will still return it to you, and if the land is used, it will be discounted and given to you in Galleons, but that is not worth it at all." Sirius bared his teeth when he said this. It was obvious that many of the Black family's properties were lost in this way, even though The family's property is still rich and the owner has to start operating the remaining property, but the loss cannot be made up even if it is converted into gold galleons.
Harry looked at the parchment in his hand and found that it was actually a notice, requiring him to undergo some verifications from the Ministry of Magic at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon in the Headmaster's Office at Hogwarts, and to sign something to prove that the property had been transferred to him. The inheritance document must then be written down by hand again with the address of Potter Manor and registered.
"How did the Ministry of Magic know that I opened Potte Manor?" Harry didn't know what to do, and felt a little unspeakable. "I didn't inherit that - I just went there for a few minutes. Can I Seal it again? What if I were the only heir? I can do that, right?"
"Why!" Peter shouted, "Why seal it up! Your house doesn't bite people, but it is the house with the portraits of your grandparents! Don't you want to talk to them?"
Sirius was silent for a few seconds in response to his words, which made Harry very uneasy. But at the same time, Sirius saw his uneasiness, and the godfather immediately explained: "I'm not saying it's not possible, after all, it's so big, you can't live there... But why, Harry? You don't look very good. I like it... I don't like it very much." Sirius was feeling uneasy when he said it.
"I, uh, I can't imagine that it's mine." Harry touched his nose and said a little embarrassed, "I can't imagine that it's 'my thing'. Do you understand, Sirius, I need...I It takes time to get used to it.”
"You don't need to be under a lot of pressure," Sirius patted the boy's shoulder to reassure him, "Your parents just want you to be safe and healthy. You don't need to have any ideas of 'carrying forward the family's industry and reputation once you become the heir'. They are originally It's yours, you don't have to have any worries, they are just like the things Charles gave you or the property he will give you in the future, they are what parents should leave to their children."
"I'm not saying I don't...won't want them," Harry said, "I just...just..."
Just what? Just afraid of facing real blood relatives? Afraid that they will become a potter in one mouthful? Afraid that they would require him to stay here permanently and that he would have to be a potter every time he had a holiday and go to the old house to celebrate the holidays?
not like this. After Harry realized that his thoughts were getting more and more distorted, he immediately corrected himself seriously: That's not the case. You can't think of them like this. Harry, it's not like you haven't heard about them.
My grandparents were very good people. he said to himself. They would be as considerate to me as they were to Sirius who ran away from home, and they wouldn't let me do anything I don't want to do.
But even so, Harry still didn't want to accept this... ancestral inheritance. He always felt that once he accepted it, he would become another person, Harry Potter or something, and everyone already had a final draft of this person, and he... didn't really want to do that.
He has been a xavier for ten years, and he doesn't really want to be a potter right away.
"...I mean, I haven't seen them," Harry said, "I..." He looked at Sirius, thinking of his beautiful memories of Potter Manor, and of the woman who was very close to him in the manor's portrait, The words reached his lips but he was still swallowed.
"I don't mean anything else, but for sure, they all want to see you. Your grandparents passed away before you were born, which is a pity," Sirius reassured him, "Actually, you don't have to be afraid - after all, That's just a portrait! If you feel bad, I'll teach you to seal the manor, and I'll accompany you to sign the documents with the Ministry of Magic tomorrow. With Dumbledore here, they don't dare to do anything to you. Now go to bed and be a Good boy, huh?"
Harry had no choice but to nod, change his clothes and go to bed to catch up on his sleep - he was really sleepy after being stirred up in the middle of the night - and then after Peter went back to school over there, he changed into pajamas and squeezed in with him. In a bed.
"I'll follow you tomorrow with your invisibility cloak," the silver-haired young man muttered to his little brother, telling little secrets under the quilt - he loved doing this kind of thing, as if he hadn't grown up yet, because Being alone as a child led him to seem to want to make up for all these things when he grew up - "If anyone bullies you, I will kick their ass."
Harry laughed under the quilt: "Then you have to come in behind Sirius."
"Tell me," Peter laughed along with him, then pinched the tip of his nose and said, "Why are you so afraid of your old house? What's wrong with having a huge amount of money from the sky? You are already an enviable little rich man. , not the kind with thousands of assets in the game.”
"...That's it." Harry pondered for a while and said helplessly, "My reason tells me - that's what my parents left behind, and it's my hometown."
"Yes, what's wrong?"
"I understand the truth," Harry whispered into his ear, as if there were eavesdropping portraits in this room, "but I feel that my home is of course our home, and I just want to go back to that home. The one we live together. But I know that this is... bad. You see, I am not the kind who was abandoned by my parents. My biological family does not owe me anything. On the contrary, well, I owe them …”
"Why are you so stupid?" Peter exclaimed. He pinched Harry's face. "Your thinking is not as cute as before, Harbao! Who asked you to read so many books and think so much! You have made people stupid." ! This doesn’t mean you owe them! Who said you have to live there? "
He lifted the quilt and the two of them lay on the bed together to breathe fresh air.
"I'm telling you," he said crisply, "my mother and I moved around a lot, because of work, because of my abilities - and do you know what my mother's first words to Charles were? She thought I was breaking into a If something goes wrong, take out the check and ask them how much compensation they want.”
Harry blinked.
"But I was young at the time. It didn't matter how many houses I moved, and I wasn't afraid of how many troubles I got into." Peter put an arm behind his head and ignored Harry's words, 'You are also a young man now.' My mother's place is home, because my mother is my mother. The good and bad things I do are all my mother. As my mother, she may have taken too much responsibility because of me - of course this is my fault - but Is this a question of debt or not? Do you think my mother will tell me how many things she has done for me now, and I have to repay them one by one in the future, and it is best to pay them back in full? She will give me a Slap!"
Harry opened his mouth.
"It's meaningless to talk about whether you owe me or not," Peter said. "My family is like this. They are always entangled between what you have done for me and what I have done for you. If you talk about whether you owe me or not, that's a friend. That's an ex-girlfriend. That's it." It’s an enemy, it’s someone else, it can’t be family, harbao.”
He stretched out his hand in the shape of a hook and scratched Harry's nose, causing the boy to bury his head under the quilt in embarrassment.
"You're so naive." Peter commented proudly, "This kind of thing doesn't need enlightenment at all - what's yours is yours, your parents' love for you, your hometown, you deserve it, you don't need to do it for To have them is to abandon others, and there is no need to abandon them in order to have others.”
"I'm not, I don't, I don't intend to abandon either side, I just..." Harry said muffledly, wrapped in the quilt.
"Then just be yourself with your head held high, go back to your hometown occasionally to see what your ancestors look like, and then our family can choose to celebrate holidays and vacations wherever we want, that's it." Peter said, "Really, if you ask me, , the ancestors are talking to you in the portrait, it’s so cool.”
…………
After dawn, after sleeping all morning, at two o'clock in the afternoon, Harry was fully dressed, followed by Peter, who was wearing an invisibility cloak. Sirius led him to Hogwarts, which he had not seen for a long time, and stepped directly on the carpet of the principal's office through the fireplace.
In addition to several Aurors sent by the Ministry of Magic, there was also a lady who wrinkled her nose when Harry and Peter saw her - yes, madam, this woman was not married yet. The last time Harry saw her, when Nina cried loudly, she was dragged away by the cats and dogs in the neighborhood biting her skirt and collar. There was even a Tibetan mastiff inside. Harry felt that she could escape because of She is a wizard.
And when she spoke, it was even more unbearable - she looked to be at least fifty years old, but her voice was as coquettish as that of a pretentious girl. Paired with her pink dress, it was enough to make the viewer... Everyone who came to her shouted in their hearts, 'Merlin (God)! '
What Harry particularly disliked was her eyes. He rarely disliked anyone, but he felt uncomfortable at first sight - those eyes were small and extremely energetic, but they had a critical and critical look that was incompatible with the smile on her lips. At the same time, the woman's chin was raised slightly higher.
"Oh, look, Mr. Potter is here." The lady seemed to be talking to Dumbledore before, but when Harry stepped in, she quickly turned around with a solid smile on her face.
"Good afternoon, Harry, Sirius," Dumbledore greeted Harry with a smile, "Come here - I'm sorry to bother you, but this is also a fixed procedure. It only requires a few signatures and Harry can continue his training. Let me introduce you, Ms. Umbridge—"
"Oh, with all due respect, Mr. Dumbledore," Umbridge's voice was sweet, but Harry could tell there was no kindness in it, "I think it is necessary for us to talk to Mr. Potter before handling the documents for him..."
"I don't think he needs to talk nonsense with you," Sirius sneered, patted his godson on the shoulder, and said directly, "He is the only heir of the Potter family, and he is also the one who opened the manor. Whether he has the Ministry of Magic documents or not, he .”
"You may not understand the rules of our Ministry of Magic very well, Mr. Black," Umbridge's face was still smiling, but his voice became sharper. It seemed that this was not the first time he had a conflict with Sirius, "But you have to know that you can inherit it again. The Black family's property is also because you are completely innocent, and this will be handled after it has been proven."
"I don't understand what you mean, Ms. Umbridge," Dumbledore said. "Do you think this child will commit any crime?"
"Due to the environment in which he grew up," Umbridge finished, and gave Harry a very obvious and deliberate look, which made Harry very uncomfortable, but what she said immediately made him angry, "With a family like his, I It is necessary for the Ministry of Magic to confirm this. Oh, speaking of which, one thing makes me suspicious - he has been here for so long, but he has not greeted me or the principal. A student, a good wizard , you should be polite, right?"
"Harry was seriously injured," Dumbledore glanced at Sirius, who had to hold back the anger that was about to burst out, and then the old headmaster explained, "He can't speak for the time being, which helps. His recovery, I think is understandable."
"But since he can walk on the ground and come here, all I ask for is just a sentence, a greeting. Isn't this difficult?" Umbridge still insisted, "It only takes one sentence to express his love for magic. The department is respectful."
Hard words to bear. This is the first time Harry has met such an adult. Every word she says is so annoying, every look and behavior can make you hate her, and every word reveals an annoying condescension. Harry's family seemed to be talking about bugs that deserved to be killed.
Very annoying, very annoying.
"Let me tease her." Peter's voice immediately rang in Harry's ears. Just from the sound, he could tell that Peter was also quite angry. Harry twitched the corners of his mouth in agreement.
"I think as the Senior Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Magic, I should still be represented..." Umbridge was still talking, but in the middle of her words, there was a bang, and she fell from the chair to the ground. Towards the sky.
Harry couldn't help turning his head to the side and laughing. Fortunately, he remembered that this was a senior government official, so it wasn't too obvious.
Sirius laughed mercilessly, his expression and voice were very much like Draco's, making Harry sigh that they were indeed uncle and nephew.
"Oh, be careful, Ms. Umbridge... Well, since he is inconvenient to speak now," Dumbledore said, "then I have to ask for my students - what do you want to ask him, Ms. Umbridge? He is an ordinary person. Good students, I don’t see any reason why you should hesitate.”
Umbridge was lifted up from the ground by the Auror, panting loudly. Harry felt that she must not exercise normally, and the lady glanced at everyone present angrily before answering Dumbledore's question.
"We asked to check his wand and ask him some small questions," she forced a smile on her face, "since his family is suspected of secretly studying black magic, it is very likely that he possesses evil magic—— "
Before Harry could be stunned by this statement, Sirius retorted impatiently:
"Oh, come on," he said, "Do you all think that dark wizards are cabbage in the field, and you can find them if you can find them? Why can't you find people over there in the United States to do a good investigation? Check Harry's wand? You might as well dream faster."
Check my wand for what? Harry was confused for a while before he remembered that one procedure to test whether a wizard has committed a crime is to check the wand. The flashback spell will prove whether they have cast the Unforgivable Curse or other spells.
But this is a very disrespectful behavior. It can be said that it is a procedure that cannot be executed casually unless necessary.
"His family has villains who beat up Ministry of Magic officials," Umbridge actually said slowly, "We can't help-"
【Erik is not a villain. 】 Harry shook his wand, and a line of words emerged from the tip of the wand, glowing slightly, "Erik, he is mine." After writing this, he decided to be more decisive, although this statement made him a little embarrassed, "He will be mine." Another dad. 】
"Oh, I don't care who he is to you, Mr. Potter," Umbridge said in her sweet voice, "He has done evil things. Since he is not a native of the country, we can't punish him, but you, dear Yes, I think you need to stay in the UK for a period of time for us to investigate and interrogate, so as to prove your innocence, prove that you are not a bad child, or something else, so that you can pass all legal procedures..."
"What else?" Sirius would not let her go. "What do you mean? What does the Ministry of Magic mean?"
"We all know it, Mr. Black..." Just when Umbridge started to raise her voice and speak in an ambiguous and meaningful tone, she suddenly screamed in a long voice and was kicked away hard. A door made of light slowly closed behind her. Several Aurors looked at the people in front of the door in fear and vigilance. Peter pulled off the invisibility cloak with a huff, and he and Harry were stunned together.
"erik!!!"
"Uncle erik!!!"
they both shouted together.
This is so weird, so and so is here!
The principal's office at Hogwarts suddenly became very crowded - because there were several more people at once (there were several people behind Eric who they didn't know), and everyone was gathered there.
"Something happened," Erik didn't look at anyone. He didn't even have to explain a word of explanation for the person he kicked away. He just said to Sirius, "I'll take them both back."
"…erik?"
Peter took a few steps closer, looked at his face tremblingly, and called out softly and cautiously, "Erik? Hey? Dad? You don't look good."
Erik didn't explain much to the children. He motioned for them to stand over and patted Harry on the head.
"Bring them back to school," Erik said, "with their classmates."
he's changed.
Harry discovered this with a sudden trembling shock.
erik... erik is very serious. Yes, he is often serious, but that's not always his state. He is a very strict person to himself and others, but he always tries to relax when it comes to his children. He does not want to be the only nightmare in the family. And, he loves his children to death. Nina is his little angel, Harry is Charles's heart, and the twins are the responsibilities and treasures that he has missed for more than 20 years. He cherishes every child and strives to be a father. .
But now he seemed to be dead, his face was a miserable gray, and his green eyes couldn't even flash or turn flexibly.
"...Uncle Eric?"
Harry vaguely felt something, and his teeth could not help but grind up and down, trembling, "What happened?"
Who would let erik become like this?
What would make Erik insist on taking the two children away immediately?
what happened? Harry's mind was completely blank.
what happened? ! ! !
"I took them away." Erik said to Sirius without answering him.
"If there is any danger, Harry and Peter should stay with me." Sirius said, "I will take them back to No. 12 Grimmauld Place——"
"No, they need to be with other people." Erik patted the boy's head, and finally spoke to Harry, but said something that Harry couldn't understand, "Be a good boy, Harry, you have to bear the responsibility of being a Xavier responsibility."
"Harry Potter can't leave the UK-" Umbridge screamed at this moment to show her sense of presence while holding her wand.
Her words were interrupted again -she couldn't say anything again this time.
The pink body landed lightly, and a brooch penetrated through her chest, landing on the ground, blood stains.
"I won't let anyone stop me from doing anything now." Erik's face seemed to be dead, and a trace of emotions could not be transparent. "I want to have no time."
Harry's legs trembled, watching Umbridge's body on the ground, speechless, and then he was held by Peter.
Dumbledore glanced at them deeply. He raised his wand at Umbridge, thinking of some spells, so that she would stop bleeding and allow her to be as better as possible.
But no one pays attention to this, at least Harry can't pay attention to this.
"Maybe I need to criticize a long holiday for Harry?" Dumbledore asked unexpectedly and asked deeply. Sirius opened his mouth and gasped. He looked like he wanted to grab Harry.
"Maybe you need to give him a transfer certificate." Erik said.
"... What about you?" Peter swallowed, asked him, and couldn't help saying, "Charles will not think you are right."
His meaning is the behavior of killing.
"I haven't killed her completely, I don't have this idle -and I am going to find Charles now." Erik pushed them across the door to the door. Everything is separated.
"Harry! Peter!"
This is obviously the school of Xavier's house, because Scott and Jean immediately greeted them, Harry watched many students around him around him, and he didn't know what to say for a while, and Erik used a look to signal those students' retreat.
His voice was hoarse but with unshakable firmness. He promised Harry: "I won't let him succeed."
"……he?"
Peter asked.
"Take away Charles' mixing," Erik said, "but stronger than all of us."
Peter took a breath.
"My dad ... what's wrong with my dad?" Harry finally retrieved his voice, regardless of his throat and was still in cultivation.
"Hush." Erik laughed at him at this time, "I won't let that kind of thing happen -I won't let him leave you, leave us, Harry, things have not reached the worst level, we still With the opportunity, Charles lost consciousness before being arrested, but I don't know if it is really that 'just' ... I need you to stay together obediently and stay here. "
"You may not be clear enough -Charles is my love, my life, half of my soul, and people who can never be missing in my life." Erik rarely says this to the children, so his words make Harry more uneasy "If anyone wants to let him leave -I will bring him back even if I die."
"I know." Peter said lowly with his head lowly, thinking about the time of ten years ago and closer to those times.
Erik with Charles seems to have all the sun in the world. Who would not pay for everything for your own sun? When you can't have no sun at all.
... I also know. Harry couldn't help thinking.
At this moment, what kind of hot anger and firmness is on Erik's body, then let Erik calm and let him know what he should do, but the strong sadness in it, and the infinite self -blame, but he is about to give him to him. Drowned.
Erik took out a box of blue velvet surface from his pocket and threw it into Peter's hand.
"Protect me for me -if we did not come back in the end," Erik said that when Peter and Harry collapsed together, he kissed Peter's face and kissed Harry's face again, "And, must be with you Sisters to protect you yourself -I love you four of you. "
So solemn and gentle, like a lasting words.
