Harry was making a soup for lunch when Sean let out his first scream. To be on the safe side, r sent him back to Godr Valley first, to see Bathilda, write to Regulus, and try to find out about "Nagini", while he looked for opportunities here to ask about "human trafficking" .
The milky white soup was rolling in the soup pot, making a harmonious sound of "gurgling, gurgling", which made Harry feel very wonderful - what a beautiful sound!
However, the sound was quickly drowned out by Sean's high-pitched scream.
——He didn’t overturn anything, did he?
Harry twitched the corner of his mouth and turned off the fire. Before he left the kitchen and ran to the other side of the corridor to check, he saw Raven walking over with an indifferent expression, followed by a man with an expression as if he had seen a ghost. Only then did he remember that because his schedule was staggered, Because Sean hasn't met Raven yet, and Raven doesn't like to announce her arrival in a big way.
"Raven? Raven?! Raven!!!"
He shouted and rushed over, and Harry had the illusion of seeing a "running repeater".
"I'm not going by that name now," Raven said coldly, "I don't intend to be popular here, don't talk to me."
"Don't say that," Harry couldn't help but say. He knew that if his father were here, he would retort like this. "Everyone here welcomes you-"
"Wait," Sean said, "You haven't said anything yet, how did you—"
"Sean, Sean," Harry quickly interrupted him to prevent him from saying "Why are you here?" "I heard you yelling. Did you knock anything over?" As he said that, he also deliberately used He looked suspiciously at Sean and said in an exaggerated tone, "I was so scared that I almost boiled the soup!"
"What do you think I am, a beginner? I won't accidentally "yell" over anything again! And if it wasn’t for her, I wouldn’t have screamed..." Sean shouted, while shrugging his nose, "...hey, I smell cream soup! Can we have lunch?"
"Yeah, we'll have lunch soon," Harry had to use lunch to divert his attention and thank Sean for his simple leap of thinking, "I also baked an apple pie, do you want to squeeze cream or honey on it? ?」
This is Sean's habit when eating pie.
"Apple pie!" As a sweet tooth, Sean's eyes sparkled, "I want honey!"
"What? What are you doing," Raven didn't want to talk to Sean at first, but after hearing this conversation, she turned around and stared at Sean, "Let a kid cook? Are you crazy? Where is Hank? How could he-- How could Charles allow this to happen?"
"What does this have to do with you," Sean was obviously very vindictive, and he retorted with a rare sharp tongue, "You don't care what happens here anyway."
"Wait, Raven, you misunderstood, this is what I asked for, I'm good at this!" Before Sean and Raven started arguing, Harry jumped between them and raised his hands, shouting and jumping a few times to show off "I asked for it myself! I am very good at cooking, it is my personal hobby, no one forces me to do this - we will eat soon, you guys sit down first - okay?"
Sean snorted from his nose and turned away, while Raven took a breath, as if adjusting her emotions.
"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Hank trotted over from the direction of the stairs and asked as he ran. Harry could still see the glasses hanging crookedly on his face, and there was some unknown drug liquid on his lab coat, which looked like , he was working on medicines all night again, "What's wrong Sean, what have you done again, I'm warning you-"
Harry's eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw him brake suddenly. Without thinking, he quickly covered his ears in advance.
"——Raven?!
"Hank's voice became weird like a cat being pulled by someone, "You, me, professor——"
He could usually talk eloquently about his research, but when it came to Raven, he became a tongue-tied person. His face turned white and red, red and white again. Thinking that even in the future, he still hadn't been able to propose to Raven this year, Harry felt really pitiful for him.
As for Raven, she looked at Hank with a calm face, folding her arms and saying nothing. You can easily tell that she doesn't want anyone to know what she's thinking.
The two of them just stared at each other, unable to establish a smooth conversation.
"That's right, Raven kindly decided to stay and help train my cousin and I," Harry stepped forward to ease the atmosphere, "I helped clean up the room yesterday, and she will stay here temporarily."
Hank couldn't help but gasp.
"You want to stay?!" He couldn't hold back his excitement and took a step forward, and stopped stuttering, "Are you going to come back?!"
"It's just a temporary stay." Raven replied calmly, "As long as the situation changes, I will leave again."
"..."
The excitement in Hank's eyes immediately cooled down, and he moved his lips but said nothing.
At this moment, Harry really wanted to push them all down in front of the dining table and ask them to eat properly without looking at each other wordlessly like this. He opened his mouth and looked at the faces on both sides, but he didn't know what to say to really ease this wonderful atmosphere. He felt extremely uncomfortable.
Nothing could tell him better than the reality of how his family had been torn apart twenty years ago. His father has become an alcoholic, Erik is preparing to start a war of racial antagonism, Raven keeps moving around in other parts of the world, Hank is alone in the house supporting himself and Alex is forced to join the army, and the former almost becomes one of the experimental subjects...
Everything is terrible. Everything is terrible. It was so bad that Harry wondered how he had grown up in such a loving and peaceful environment.
By the time he recovered from this bad mood, Hank had already avoided Raven's sight, and Charles came downstairs at some point, staring at everything.
Harry immediately wanted to call his dad, but looked around and held back.
"Charles." Hank whispered.
"Go on and make your meal." Charles patted Harry on the back with a gentle tone, "Be careful - others will follow me to the study. If you finish cooking and we haven't come out yet, you have to eat first. Just do your own thing." He warned Harry, "It's okay, go ahead."
What could Harry do?
"Ok, no problem."
He could only nod and watch the adults walk upstairs together, and the whole process was silent, as if these four people were all mute.
After a few minutes, the soup began to simmer again. Harry scooped them up, placed them neatly on the dining table with the other prepared food, and cast a keeping charm. Then he thought about it, clicked it, took a plate at random, transformed it into a lunch box, filled it with some carefully cooked roast beef, as well as vegetable salad, garlic bread and soup as side dishes, and then disappeared into the restaurant.
He hates eating lunch alone, it makes him feel too lonely.
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"So that's why you have to come here to eat." R rolled his eyes and said, "What's wrong with you?"
As he said this, he did not stop stabbing the roast beef with his fork. He was also in a better mood than before Harry's arrival.
Bathilda would be keen to visit various friends every summer - winter would make an old person like her afraid to go out - so today they can talk and eat in the room freely. r sat in front of a medium-sized wooden desk, and Harry sat on a chair next to him. r was responsible for moving other things, and he was responsible for
He put the food he brought on the table and went down to get some fresh juice. These juices are squeezed from apples sent by other neighbors. They are so sweet that there is no need to add sugar or honey, and they taste very good. .
They squeezed in front of this table, which was not too small at all, but enjoyed the meal quite happily.
"You should stay there and listen to what your father told them," r swallowed a mouthful of meat, "What did we say before?"
"But you know my aunt is very sensitive," Harry told the reality helplessly, "I couldn't cast a spell in the study in advance, let alone recite the spell in front of all of them. Believe it or not, even if I just took out the wand a little , even my aunt would find out—unless I could secretly stick a penis on Sean's back, but we don't have that now."
After a pause, he added, "Besides, I don't want to have lunch alone."
He never thought he would be faced with this situation - to escape from his own fractured family to take a breather.
This answer made R twitch the corner of his mouth, but it was not that he couldn't understand Harry's mood, so he endured more bad words and handed Harry the apple juice.
"Don't talk about my side. If it's too late, we can always find out. You know, I can also choose to peek into one of their minds." Harry tried to change his mood. He pretended to be relaxed, "R, you What were you watching before?"
When he came, R looked at something on the table with a ferocious expression, almost frightening the box out of his hand.
r let out a huge sneer. Pulling out an invitation from the pile of clutter on the bookshelf.
"The Dark Lord is going to hold a funeral for a snake," he said. "I mean - I don't discriminate against intelligent creatures, but this is the first time I've seen a funeral that's more luxurious than a human funeral. It's great, look. How helpful it is for us to accomplish our mission, that it takes so many noble surnames to express condolences to a beast."
"I have to remind you, your words will bring the Animal Welfare Society to your door," Harry had to retort, "Animals are not inferior to us, we are all living beings. In fact, many of Nina's friends are animals. Your The golden eagle saved you, and you don't think Haierbo is a "lowly thing". "
Although Harry didn't have a pet, Nina had been friends with animals since she was a child and talked to them; r's golden eagle was surprisingly understanding of human nature and once came to inform him about St. Mungo's. Later, they helped raise the basilisk Herbo who had lost his master. Although this basilisk had killed one person because of losing its mind, when it could communicate, it was actually a quite simple and loyal snake, and was extremely obedient. It's so annoying that I can't stand it.
"Okay, let me correct that. I don't discriminate against animals and magical creatures," R said contemptuously. "What I discriminate against is the Dark Lord. I think he is a "lowly thing." "
This time it was Harry's mouth that twitched.
"Sending such a formal invitation is no different from announcing, 'My pet died,' or threatening, 'I order you to come to the funeral.'" ” r shook the invitation and wrinkled his nose while holding it, as if it were some stinky sock, “as if he were the Emperor of England.”
Harry thought for a moment and asked him: "Thinking about it from a pureblood's point of view - do you think we can take the opportunity to find out the cause of Nagini's death?"
"How do you want to inquire?" R immediately suppressed his thought, "Look into their brains? Or look into the Dark Lord's brain? Maybe the Dark Lord himself can't tell who this person is! This must be someone who opposes him. "An assassination attempt," he knew very well about the bloody collusion caused by this kind of politics, "Maybe it was one of his political opponents who spent a lot of gold and galleons to remove his arm! The newspaper clipping in Granger's booklet said so , the Dark Lord has conducted magical experiments on his pet, and its toxicity is almost intractable. Perhaps this is why political opponents are afraid of it. In the laws established by the Ministry of Magic, the punishment for killing a pet is different from that of a wizard himself. of."
The cause of death of a person - let's use a human as an analogy - a person who is in a direct relationship or has interests involved is often quite complicated, especially for wizards, such as assassination, poisoning, curses, etc.
There are countless methods. If you count them carefully, you can probably count them in a book. After that, the real cause of death of these people is often concealed, or the families of the victims simply cannot find out the cause of death, or choose to remain silent, or... they continue to be killed.
The Dark Lord will definitely not be "silenced" anymore. This is what the legend said Harry did when he was one year old - but investigating Nagini is still not easy.
Harry took the invitation and thought about it for a while.
The time mentioned on the invitation was the day after tomorrow, so they certainly wouldn't be able to examine the "death scene" or the snake's body - then again, they weren't detectives or forensic doctors, so they couldn't rely on these to determine the cause of death. As a result, if they want to complete this task, they have only two options.
It's up to him to boldly approach Riddle, use his abilities to look through his memories, and...
An idea flashed in Harry's mind, and then he turned his gaze to R's neck, stared at it for a while, and then let out a long sigh.
r would not agree.
"I'll be prepared," he told r. "We're all going to express our condolences anyway, and so are other people - we can try. If it doesn't work out, then we'll go with the alternative."
When r heard what he said about the alternative plan and the expression on his face, he immediately became vigilant.
"What alternative?" he asked skeptically.
Harry was silent for a moment.
"Well... I'll tell you what this alternative is first," Harry said carefully, "but after listening to this, you can't - uh - don't get too excited or jump up and beat me up, okay?"
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When Regulus stood in front of the Gaunt Manor holding a bouquet of white lilies, he had not yet adjusted the expression on his face - it was the first time for him to express condolences for the death of a snake. Only when a wizard with an extremely noble surname or an extremely important official position dies can the young master of the K family come to attend the funeral in person.
He looked at his brother beside him, who was looking around with a casual expression, and then at his father who came down behind with a serious look on his face. He didn't know who to ask for a moment. Sirius was clearly not taking his duties as the eldest son seriously, and his father looked overly nervous, as if the death was not a snake but Lord Riddle himself.
Before he could think of it, Mr. K was already scolding Sirius.
"What's your expression! Mr. K said sternly, "What did I tell you before going out? If you can't show respect at this time, it's better not to come."
"I still don't quite understand," Sirius reluctantly looked away, to give his father some respect, and lowered his voice, both curious and disapproving, "It's just a dead snake."
"Don't jump to conclusions about people and things you don't understand." Mr. K said with a livid face, "This is not just a snake."
"Could it be a basilisk raised by Slytherin himself?" Sirius yawned widely.
When r walked to the door, he saw the K family like this - Regulus was at a loss, and Sirius was like a gangster in a dress robe. Mr. K looked as if he was going to knock down his eldest son and beat him up in the next second. .
This actually made him hesitate for a while whether to come forward and say hello. You see, maybe he could see his uncle being beaten up? What joy that would be! This guy actually taught Harry to forget his "old friends" and choose new ones!
Unfortunately, his wish soon died.
Your Excellency! "A man dressed as a butler came out and said, "Thank you for coming..." He, Mr. K, whispered a few words. Mr. K also asked him a few questions. Then Mr. K nodded heavily and started doing the same as other guests. , walked towards the manor.
At this time, the housekeeper glanced around and quickly saw R, who was wearing a black dress and robe, with his head slightly lowered and his eyes fixed.
"Mr. Bagshot!" The butler glanced down, and a valet following him came up to guide the way. "Thank you for coming."
This caused many guests at the door to stop and watch - even if it is a valet rather than a housekeeper, the person who leads the way in the manor must have a certain status.
"Mr. Bagshot," he nodded to R, glanced at his eldest son as a warning without leaving any trace, and then said to the butler, "Let Mr. Bagshot come with us. He is a very good friend of my son. This can also save manpower. I know that at this time, the gentleman does not like too many servants in the manor."
"You are so generous." The butler said, and then made a gesture to the valet to lead R to them. "This is of course the best. We originally arranged a very forward seat for Mr. Bagshot. Location."
This was not the "good" news I wanted to hear, as much as it was something I cared about. R cursed, and had to move closer to the K family. He nodded to Regulus and then put on a cold face, barely nodding towards Sirius.
Since he got punched by Harry for talking nonsense last time, r felt that he could use any expression on Sirius now.
Sirius didn't take it seriously at being treated like this. He raised his eyebrows. Mr. K didn't say anything as he walked in front. He winked at R with an expression unsuitable for a funeral, making the latter feel disgusted. Don't look away.
"Why didn't you look at Mrs. K?"
On the way to the garden where the ceremony was held, he asked the family in a symbolic way. The respectful attitude of the whole family was very unusual when Mrs. K. was not present.
"Mother is feeling a little unwell." Regulus replied in a low voice. "She thinks that her haggard appearance is not suitable for such an occasion - having her father here is enough."
This is true. In any case, the presence of the head of the family represents the best attitude of the family.
r nodded, indicating that he understood, and then lowered his head, making a submissive attitude of looking at the heels of the person in front of him and walking forward, in order to cover his view of the surroundings.
Before arriving here, he and Harry had agreed that they would act separately this time.
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Harry wrapped his black cloak tightly around him and landed on the top of a tree gently and deftly. Even though the magic on the cloak could reduce his presence, he still tried his best to hide himself behind the branches and leaves every time he moved. After arriving in the garden, he carefully selected a tree and sat on it. On a thicker branch.
Before coming here, he went back to find Sean, borrowed a decorative ring from his room, and put it on his finger.
Sean calls himself the "Siren" because he can emit powerful sound waves, but in fact, the mutated parts of his body are not just his vocal cords. His ears have also mutated to a certain extent, and they have mutated to match his vocal cords. Just as powerful.
Harry calmed down and closed his eyes.
His telepathy isn't powerful enough to listen to everyone's minds at the same time, or even spy on the people in the house. People's thoughts are so complicated, and with so many people together, tens of millions of thoughts will flash through them in a few seconds. However, he cannot quickly filter out favorable information, nor can he talk to everyone.
——But the "super hearing" given to him by Sean's ability can.
Conversation is originally the product of filtered and decorated thoughts in the mind! r can't talk to everyone, but there will definitely be someone who talks to others, talks to others, and "completes" the search for information for them!
And further information...
Harry swallowed, turned his gaze to a platinum-blonde head not far away, and found the solemn-looking K family in the dark crowd.
If we had to risk it, what better place to look than the head of the Dark Lord's most trusted subordinate?
Thinking of this, Harry crossed himself guiltily.
