For the next few days, Charles locked himself in a room. No one could enter, but no one saw him come out.
Except for Charles, only Hank and Sean were left in the whole house, which was better than nothing, but still deserted. Harry originally wanted to stay here for a long time, but before a week had passed, Hank kicked him back without any explanation.
"If you can go to school safely, then go," Hank said sincerely and insistently, "We will take care of him here, and nothing will happen."
"But you can't cook..." Harry picked out a random reason.
"Oh, oh, well, we're not good at this, but we won't starve to death." Hank rubbed his palms, a little embarrassed, "And we can't let a child be a chef for us, it's not good."
What's wrong with this? I have been cooking for my father for almost ten years! Harry thought angrily in his mind, even wanting to imitate Draco and roll his eyes.
But he couldn't say it, so he could only stare at Hank, staring closely until the other person felt terrified.
"Okay, okay - it's lonely here, isn't it?" Hank had no choice but to tell the real reason, which was why he wanted to send the child back to school. "There are no peers of your age here, Francis. I You have something to do with Charles. Sean is very leisurely but he has terrible taste. There are no entertainment facilities here, and you don’t have many friends to accompany you. Although you said it was your...how do you say that, your fellow tribesmen asked you to come. Here, but I guess they haven’t restricted your freedom of movement, right?”
Harry nodded reluctantly.
"Then go back to school, Francis." Hank squatted down, put his hands on the boy's shoulders, and looked at him, "Campus life is very precious... I mean, maybe going to class every day will be boring or something. Yes, I heard others say that, but I don’t think you think so.”
His gaze was so sincere that Harry couldn't say anything to protest when he put his arm around his shoulders and looked at her like this. Because Hank is such a person, he always thinks a lot about the people he cares about, and does not include anything else at all. His concerns are all sincere and solely for the sake of that person.
Harry could never refuse such an offer.
"...Then I can always come and see you tonight." Harry couldn't help but fumble with the gold chain around his neck, thinking that even if the time difference didn't allow it, he still had a time turner, "We don't have classes tonight."
Hank smiled.
"I really like having you as a guest, Harry, but if your school can provide such conditions, you'd better stay at school and don't come out." Hank's expression gradually became serious, "At this time, everyone has to careful--"
"I know," Harry said quickly.
"...Dangerous times have come." Hank said, "This era is no longer safe for all mutants. You must be very, very careful."
"...I know." Harry was silent for a few seconds and finally said softly.
Hank smiled, stood up and patted his head.
"Don't worry," he tried to comfort him. After thinking for a while, he couldn't say anything very powerful. He could only say it very seriously, "We will definitely find a way to solve these problems as soon as possible - don't be afraid, Francis, don't be afraid of those people." .”
Harry smiled back at him, but at this moment, he suppressed the urge to shed tears.
I'm not afraid. he said to himself.
As long as his family is still there in this world, he has nothing to fear.
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When Hank watched the child disappear with his suitcase, he put away the smile on his face, looked at the deserted place with some reluctance, walked up the stairs, and knocked on the study door.
After knocking a few times, no one responded, so he opened the door directly. Unsurprisingly, he saw dim lights inside, and a shabby figure with his back facing the window, making no sound.
"He's gone." Hank said in a reporting tone.
The figure, who was Charles, said nothing.
"He didn't leave the door, he moved directly." Hank said carefully, "You can't see him."
"I'm not here to see him." Charles said without looking back.
"If you must say so, fine." Hank scratched his head helplessly and said, "But... Francis is a lovable child."
Charles didn't reply.
"You like him," Hank ignored the fact that he couldn't get an answer. He looked at Charles' expressionless face reflected in the glass, "Although it's only been a few days, I know you like this kid, Professor."
"Don't call me that," Charles croaked, "and stop talking."
"Actually, I really want to keep him," Hank continued as if he hadn't heard. "With him gone, this house is a little deserted. Fortunately, he brought Sean back."
"We still don't know why he came or where he came from, Hank." The corners of Charles' lips moved, as if he was trying to smile, but failed. "Do you remember the man who came that day? Things he said."
"But this does not prevent you from liking him. He is very gentle and considerate. He cares about everyone he comes into contact with, whether he knows him or not... No, I am not saying that such a child is lovable, just... a kind of Intuition, I think you have also felt it, Professor, he, he is not any other child, he is like a student here, we just like him very easily." Hank got to the point, "Professor, this is not impossible - some People may only need to be together for a few hours to become very compatible, which is not a possibility for a conspiracy to sprout.”
Perhaps these words touched another hidden place in Charles's heart, and he fell silent again.
"I hope he can stay," Hank continued as if he didn't feel tired or embarrassed. "He can bring changes to this place, to you, and to us. Actually, I don't trust him. Back to——"
"He has his family, teachers and friends," Charles leaned against the window sill and interrupted Hank softly, "He doesn't belong here, Hank, don't force some things."
"But if we want him to stay," the light in the room was not bright, but Hank's eyes were as bright as his lenses, "he will definitely not leave."
"I don't know, Hank," he heard Charles answer him in a voice that was lifeless at all, "how do we know him, what do they really need?"
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Harry's focus in life returned to Hogwarts. In other words, on the surface, his family affairs were finished, it was time for him to show up at Hogwarts, and it was time for him to continue studying peacefully.
When he came back after a long journey and sat down on the bed in the dormitory, at least Regulus in the next bed was very happy. He opened the curtains, revealing a pale face illuminated by a small lamp.
"I'm glad you're back, roommate," said the younger son of the Black family who usually doesn't like to talk much. "So have you done your business?"
"I'm exhausted - for now," Harry sat on the bed, smiled at the other person, then counted his things, took out the small box with the Black family crest, looked at it, and asked Regulus , "Does this need to be destroyed, or...? If such a thing appears elsewhere, will it have a bad impact on you?"
A smile appeared on Regulus' pale face.
"The Black family is not afraid of this," he said, picking up his wand from beside the pillow, "but now that you think about it..."
He pointed his wand at the box and recited a spell that sounded familiar to Harry. The family crest on it immediately shattered, turned into a puff of smoke, and disappeared without a trace.
"Beautiful." Harry couldn't help but say, and at the same time he remembered where this familiarity came from - Draco seemed to have said this spell to some letters or notes that he felt he couldn't reveal but no longer needed.
"It's nothing." Regulus said reservedly, but the smile on his face became more obvious.
Now that the box was packed, Harry pretended to wave his wand and sorted his luggage neatly. He returned to the locker or desk, washed himself again, and changed into a set of pajamas. Just then, I was lying on the bed like Regulus, chatting with Regulus who was writing a letter, and asked about what happened in the past few days.
"So -" Harry laid himself down on the bed and looked at the green top of the bed, "Is there any news these days? Did I miss anything? Did James and the others have another conflict with Snape?"
Regulus gave him a strange look.
"Snape and Potter clash every day," Regulus said in private. Snape never used the title 'Senior'. The reason was simple. His surname and family were far more prominent than most people in the academy. Only Malfoy could compete with him, but Malfoy's heir had already graduated, so when talking about Snape, Regulus' tone was quite understated, "We just went to the hospital wing together yesterday because Potter was cursed by Snape during Quidditch training. Falling off his broom, then he threw Snape a pocketful of toads in the cauldron, ruining his potion, and it happens every day, ad infinitum."
After saying that, he glanced at Harry and asked softly: "Francis, are you interested in Potter and Snape's affairs?"
"Well," Harry was a little stuck, "because...because Lily always told me about this matter. And I think this is very strange-their families are not enemies, and they themselves are not enemies, so how can it continue forever? Isn’t it interesting to constantly find fault with each other?”
"It's just a little adjustment in life," Regulus said softly, tapping the glass lamp beside the bed with his wand to make it brighter. "If Snape was born into a prominent family, this wouldn't be so ordinary. , their current stage is just a small fight, don't take it to heart." He looked up a little doubtfully and said, "Isn't there such a thing in Germany?"
——I don’t know if there is one in Germany.
Harry broke out in a cold sweat.
"There is a contradiction, but it is not in this form, and it is not so ordinary," he said, pretending to be calm. "Although it is not easy to enroll, the pure bloods of Germany are all in Durmstrang (Durmstrang). It is not Hogwarts. Enrollment is The requirements are very strict, but there are students from different countries. If you casually offend a person whose last name you don't know the depth of, who knows whether it will trigger a terrible curse?" He tried to imitate Draco's tone, "Who wants to be casual? On what occasion is blood splattered on the spot?"
"You're right." Regulus nodded and said thoughtfully, "No offense intended, but the environment of all purebloods is indeed different, and the teaching philosophy is also different."
"So besides this? Is there anything new happening in the academy?" Harry tried hard to change the subject, "You just mentioned Quidditch, when will we face Gryffindor?"
"Next week. If you are interested next year, you can also try out, Francis." Speaking of Quidditch, even Regulus became more interested. "You flew very well in the flying lesson. I think you It's very promising - although there are no vacancies in the team now, if you can occupy a good position on the team next semester, we can play together."
"Thanks, I'm new here. It's better not to be too conspicuous." Harry waved his hand, "If I occupy a seat, someone will be squeezed out. I think it's better if I don't create as much discomfort for others. ,Is not it?"
"They don't dare to be unhappy." Regulus had different opinions on his humble attitude. "As long as you show your true strength, they don't dare to be unhappy. You are usually too inconspicuous, Francis. You need to show off." It is also a necessary link for you to gain a foothold in Slytherin."
"You know me," Harry said quickly as he retracted himself under the quilt, "a transfer student is already very conspicuous - very noticeable. If he were any more conspicuous, I'm afraid they would have to inquire into the dormitory. It’s at the door.”
Regulus immediately thought of Sirius and fell silent.
"You're right," he said, "although I don't think anyone would dare to actually pry into a Black's dormitory door except... my bold brother."
"Gryffindors are all action people after all," Harry knew that he was very angry about this matter and did not want to make the relationship between his godfather and his brother worse, so he quickly comforted him, "This matter is over and we have no losses. Don't think about it anymore. He also apologized."
Regulus shifted his gaze.
"He shouldn't be like this." He frowned and said with a heavy expression, "Forget it, I don't want to talk about him anymore - there is some news that you might be willing to know, although I don't know whether it is true or not yet."
"what news?"
Regulus moved closer and lowered his voice.
"Elixir," he said, "Professor Slughorn is going to bring out some of the elixir he has brewed."
"Take out the Elixir of Fortune? What for? Selling?" Harry was a little unsure of what he meant.
"No, it's a reward," Regulus said slowly. "He let the news out in a vague way - I don't know how many it is yet, but he will reward it to a few outstanding students." His dark eyes were in There was a different kind of brightness under the light, "A few...maybe three or four, maybe one or two. I can't tell."
This time, Harry was really surprised.
Lucky Potion, as its name suggests and its nickname, 'lucky potion', brings short-term, magical good luck to people. The raw materials for this kind of potion are not difficult to find, but the process is very complicated, very complicated, and takes up to half a year. Ordinary wizards cannot try it at all, because messing up any step will have unimaginable consequences, but if the brewing is successful, , for example, the elixir brewed by potion masters like Snape and Slughorn in the future can bring people wonderful good luck with just a little bit. Therefore, this kind of thing, like unicorn blood, has a price but no market.
Of course, Harry has never tried brewing a potion yet. He thinks he hasn't learned enough yet, and he's not a genius in how to use potions.
"He's really willing to spend a lot of money!" Harry exclaimed.
"In order to build a younger circle of people, he is certainly willing to spend a lot of money," Regulus said gently. "I believe that the people who can meet his requirements, in addition to talented people, are people with sufficient family education. Don't take this matter seriously. It's a good idea, Francis. Professor Slughorn paid for the elixir and made a lot of favors. According to my mother, this is not a loss."
For Slytherins, a large network of connections that can run smoothly is sometimes more important than the good luck brought by Felixir, especially for Professor Slughorn who is obsessed with it.
So...what about myself? Do you need the elixir for yourself?
When Harry thought about the effects of Felixir, his heart was immediately moved. Charles and Hank were undoubtedly planning something to go deep into that... laboratory and related projects. They were already short of manpower, not to mention luck. On the other hand, that laboratory undoubtedly needs test products. Assuming that the people behind its plan set their sights on schools, luck is also very important in emergencies.
No matter how he thought about it, Harry felt that Felicity Potion was just the right kind of help.
The only question left to consider is, can he get it?
"...Can I ask, does anyone want that elixir?" Harry pondered for a moment and asked Regulus, "Let me confirm first, this thing cannot be used in sports competitions, exams and elections, right? "
"Of course not." Regulus had obviously already investigated it. "But obviously, the last one is only limited to public situations. Apart from these three situations, it can still be useful in... many places."
He spoke the last word softly and quickly, with an expression on his face that was enough to let Harry know what he meant, and that's it, still adhering to Slytherin cunning, he said gently and intimately:
"Do you want the elixir, Francis? You can't overdose on the elixir. I think... if the cooperation is successful, we can share it equally."
While Harry couldn't help but nod, he couldn't help but think that Regulus was indeed a blood relative of his best friend.
That cunning expression looked so much like Draco for a moment that... it successfully cleared up the rest of his thinking time!
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Early the next morning, when Harry followed Regulus to the hall for dinner, he received many probing looks, which made Harry feel that if he was sorted again, he would never enter Salazer's house.
It's not that he discriminates against this college, but this college is not suitable for him. He can come here to visit and study happily, but he can't become one of them - he means that he thinks about planning every day, planning himself, planning other people, and even planning every day. Weigh the balance of interests and status.
Slytherin in his time was relatively good, but in a few years this era would usher in a war. Under the pressure of the situation, even campus life could easily be breathless.
"Oh, Bagshot, it seems that everything is fine at home," someone greeted them seemingly casually and asked with concern, "What's keeping you from coming to class for so long - can you come?" "
Simple question. Harry felt a voice similar to Draco's in his head saying this contemptuously.
"It's nothing worth caring about." He smiled politely and lowered his head to talk to Regulus about other things.
Perhaps because news spread quickly, the Slytherin table was not very quiet today. Harry could hear someone saying loudly:
"I will get the elixir." A fourth-grade boy said proudly to his companions on the long table, "My uncle is from the Potion Association, and he taught me a lot of tips on making it. You guys Knowing my grades, I always get an O.”
Harry couldn't help but smile a little.
"What?" Regulus whispered. Today, at his request, Harry sat next to him, which was why there were more eyes around them.
"If there is a fourth-year student who gets the elixir, it must be Badoc." Harry rolled his eyes and communicated with his roommate in a moderate voice, "The person who is truly proficient in potions is sitting here. Opposite, and he was spewing nonsense.”
Regulus looked sideways, Snape was still the same, with half-long black hair, old robes, and second-hand books. He was sitting there inconspicuously, but among a group of people who were excited about the news of the Elixir, this man was only older than them. One-year-olds appear to be extraordinarily calm.
"Maybe," Regulus said cautiously, "but, you know, Badoc comes from a noble family, and he does have some talent in potions."
But Snape would become the greatest Potions Master in a century. Harry thought. Although I don't like this professor, I can't deny his talent even if I don't like him because of his achievements in the history of modern potions. It is no exaggeration to say that even if you look at the world, Snape's potion skills are among the best. As far as Harry knows, he has improved 21 kinds of potions and published more than 30 articles on new methods of making potion materials. He almost never fails in making potions, and has even restored about three lost potion formulas. He is also the youngest potion master in the Potions Association.
If most potions masters require ninety-nine percent effort and one percent talent, Snape seemed to be born with ten percent talent, and he didn't ignore the remaining ninety percent. , as far as Harry (learned from Draco) details, even in peaceful times, Snape had a terrifyingly self-disciplined life... except that he didn't seem to like dressing up.
"I don't know anything else," Regulus held up a hand in front of his face, his eyes sweeping back and forth across the table, "You must help me get this bottle of elixir this time."
He glanced towards the long table of Gryffindor, where Sirius was angrily tearing up the letter just sent by the owl, which made Regulus more determined to get the elixir.
Sirius couldn't do this anymore. Regulus thought. At the end of this semester, as a rule, mother will have to find a marriage partner for Sirius. Otherwise, at high-society banquets, there will be no fixed dancing partner, which means there will be no fixed support, which will be very disadvantageous for the heir. Regulus was determined to make this happen.
Even with the help of the Elixir of Fortune, he wanted to ease the relationship between Sirius and his mother, make a good engagement, and embark on the path planned for him by his family. The correct life plan can lead people to success. Even if there are rumors in Slytherin that the Black family will change their heirs, Regulus still hopes that Sirius will be the helmsman of their family in the future. Regulus is willing to obey any orders from his brother, as long as his brother returns to the right path. on the road.
"I will definitely try my best." Harry said firmly, "I have memorized all the prescriptions we have for this semester - I just don't know how the professor will let us compete for this bottle of elixir."
If this bottle of blessing potion had never appeared, Harry would not have such thoughts, but once he had the opportunity to get this bottle of potion that could bring luck to people, Harry would not be able to treat it with a normal heart - you know In critical moments, luck or lack of luck sometimes means life or death.
For Sirius and the Black family. Regulus thought.
For dad and the others. Harry thought.
The two people exchanged a look, then moved their knives and forks and started eating their breakfast.
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Draco looked at the person in front of him with dissatisfaction. Even though Harry's sister kept pressing his head, his expression could not be called polite.
The person standing before him was unique—she had shaved her head, like some Asian monks. She also looks like a monk, because she is thin and delicate, her facial features are not particularly outstanding, and even her lips are light in color, but she has a strange sense of beauty, not like a man's beauty, nor like a woman's beauty. But at a second glance, you will feel that while this face has the beauty of a man, it also contains the beauty of a woman. These two kinds of beauty, which are independent of you and me, are not conspicuous. They are mixed together to form a mysterious It's harmonious, and the same is true for this person's expression - like a smile, like compassion, like neither, like both, and like a kind of understanding that knows everything.
This was the first time Draco had seen such a person. He was not very dazzling, but very special. He clearly seemed to have some kind of special temperament, but it was vague and elusive.
Compared with these, the strange yellow clothes she wore were not too strange.
"...Can you send me with you?" He lowered his head to bow, but he could hear Harry's sister, Wanda, asking simply, "Or let them all come back."
"No." The man brought them both a cup of tea and said calmly, "The Eye of Agamotto cannot be taken away, and without it, you can only roam in the long river of time and space. There’s no way back – you can’t mess with time.”
"But he can," Wanda clasped her hands and pushed Draco's raised head down again in a very bad mood, trying to negotiate with the other party, "What's the point?"
The mage in yellow sitting opposite her smiled softly, and now the smile finally became obvious on her face. She stood up and gently slapped Draco on the shoulder at a speed that no one saw!
Wanda stood up suddenly because of this palm, and looked at the mage who invited them here in surprise and offered to help. Draco himself was so frightened that he didn't even scream, but just floated in the air in terror - in the form of a ghost that he was more familiar with.
This feeling is very strange. The human soul seems to have become a part of the world, shuttling through the material with the surname of material, and it is very light and airy.
"What the hell?!" He looked at his fallen body, "What happened to me?!"
"You can take a look at your soul," the mage smiled and pointed, "Is there anything different from your body?"
Draco: "???????"
He lowered his head and turned left and right around his body. Finally, Wanda noticed the difference first, frowned and said, "Chest."
Draco looked down and found that a thin golden line had appeared on his chest at some point. The thread was so thin, like one-half of the gold thread used in fabrics, that if you didn't look carefully, you would never be able to spot it. It extended from Draco's heart, as if being pulled to the other side by another person, extending in one direction, and slowly disappeared into the air about three meters away.
Plop. Plop.
Draco gently touched the line with his fingers, but he trembled suddenly, his breathing became rapid, and he did not dare to touch it with his fingers again.
...It's as if this thing is really connected to the heart.
"This is a contract that connects you to the person you are willing to do your best to find, and takes you in his direction," the yellow-clothed mage said, "This is why I am willing to use the Eye of Agamotto to give you a Cheng - you are different from them. Only you, as long as you open the door, you will never get lost."
She reached out and touched the golden thread gently, and the golden thread sparkled.
"As long as it lasts, you will always find each other."
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