After several days, Harry once again stood in front of the luxurious and spectacular Blaine Manor. Last time, he came with the Dursleys, but this time, the person next to him was Professor Brain.
"professor--"
Harry pointed at the guards who were looking at the two of them with wary eyes in front of the big iron gate and whispered, "If we don't make a reservation in advance, I'm afraid they won't let us in."
"Oh, it's okay, Potter, we'll find something."
Amosta, who was immersed in memories, was brought back to reality by Harry's reminder. He walked back towards the manor and said in a nonchalant tone. Harry who was following him didn't know what Professor Blaine said. What is the method, but he thinks that if it is to use the power of magic, it may not be appropriate.
"We are here to visit the owner of the manor. Can you guys help me open the door?"
Amosta stood in front of the guards, all in black suits and with cold faces, and asked politely.
Is this Professor Brain's method? Harry was shocked and vomited in his heart.
The leader of this group of guards was a strong Muggle. He looked at the slightly familiar young man and the child next to him with suspicious eyes. He felt that both of them looked familiar.
"Sorry, gentlemen, we were not notified in advance that someone will visit Mr. Blaine today. Is your appointment unsuccessful, or maybe you remembered the time wrongly."
Looking at the fierce-looking guard, he turned out to be a very polite person. Of course, most of the people who come in and out of here are high-class people with high status. Maybe he just doesn't dare to offend.
"Perhaps Lawrence forgot to tell you--"
Amosta smiled and said nonsense, "You can go and confirm with him again, well, you can say that Ms. Bellina Det's son wants to visit Mr. Blaine, and I think he will let us in. "
The guards of the manor looked at each other in confusion. They had all worked here for a while, and they all knew the rigorous work style of the old housekeeper of the manor. Normally, if these two guys who came inexplicably had really made an appointment with Mr. Lawrence in advance, Then, he shouldn't forget to confess, but the confident smile on the face of the unique young man in front of them made them less dare to confirm their speculation.
"Okay, sir, please wait a moment--"
After hesitating for a while, the security foreman said this, and then ran to the manor in person to ask for instructions.
"Did you see that, Potter-"
"Not everything has to be solved by magic," Amosta said, while waiting in the shade of a lush ash tree with fissured gray-brown bark.
Harry rolled his eyes covertly and did not comment on Professor Blaine's lofty remarks. Instead, he asked in a low voice, "Ms. Belina Det..., who is she, Professor Blaine?"
"Like I said, Potter."
Looking across the tall buildings of the luxurious manor, staring at the pure and tall clouds in the sky, Amosta moved the corners of his mouth and said in a slightly less clear voice,
"That's my mother--"
The actual manager of the manor, the loyal old butler who had served the Blaine family for two generations, arrived faster than expected. Seeing the already old Lawrence rushing towards the gate faster than the foreman in his prime, Harry showed surprise. In their last brief meeting, Harry knew the old butler as the kind of person the Dursleys would like very much - meticulous and polite. It seemed that elegance was already engraved on his face. In his bones.
But now, this old butler, who even took the same distance every step of the day, was running wildly. This scene not only surprised Harry, but also Amosta's calm eyes appeared. Subtle changes.
"Where is that gentleman!"
Lawrence, whose gray hair stuck to his sweaty cheeks, didn't even give himself time to breathe. From dozens of feet away, he yelled at the helpless guards with a sharp voice.
The moment their eyes met, Lawrence was suddenly stunned. He looked at the expressionless young man in the mottled shadow of the trees, and glanced at his handsome and extremely familiar features with an almost greedy gaze. There were already brown spots on his face. My nose suddenly felt sore,
"Yes, it's you..."
The old housekeeper approached step by step and spoke softly in a babble-like tone.
Harry looked at the old butler whose eyes were red with excitement, and at Professor Blaine who still looked extremely calm. His green eyes were wide open!
"It's you, absolutely, you are that child, exactly the same as when I was young..."
The old butler seemed to have aged ten years suddenly. He came to Amosta, completely leaving Harry aside, and stretched out his hand tremblingly, as if he wanted to touch Amosta's cheek.
"So similar... I've been looking for you for many years..."
"I hope you don't mind our unscrupulous visit."
Amosta took a step back, avoiding the old butler's fingertips, and said in a tone without any fluctuation.
And his overly calm tone woke Lawrence up like a basin of cold water, causing him to regain some composure.
"You know everything, young master... I mean, your mother told you everything that happened back then?"
Lawrence, whose eyes refused to leave Amosta's cheek for a moment, showed bitterness.
"Master? Where do we start with this, Lawrence-" Amosta said helplessly, "If you want, just call me Amosta."
"Amosta..."
Lawrence's old body trembled suddenly when he heard what he said, "That's the name of Ms. Bellina Det's father..."
"Let's switch to a simpler way of communicating,"
Amosta frowned in distress. To be honest, he didn't know how to deal with this old butler. After taking a deep breath, Amosta looked at him with wide eyes and fell into inexplicable excitement. Harry, who was in such a state, patted his shoulder and said to Lawrence,
"I think you should have an image of this child. His name is Harry Potter. He visited here with the Dursleys last week. When he was in the living room, he accidentally discovered that the photos of the owner of the manor when he was young were very similar to mine, so He wrote to me and told me, oh, by the way, I am this child’s teacher...well, I taught him some self-defense skills..."
Harry rolled his eyes secretly and remained quiet.
"Out of curiosity, I came here with him to take a look. Of course, if this presumptuous behavior bothers you, we can leave now."
"Leave? Oh, absolutely not!"
Lawrence suddenly regained his vigor. He grabbed Amosta and Harry's arms and said to Harry in a trembling voice,
"You're Vernon's nephew, aren't you? Oh boy, I can't thank you enough!"
"Oh, um..." Harry looked a little shy and said happily, "You're welcome, sir, actually I didn't do anything."
In the blue sky, a large thick cloud was driven towards the sun by the wind mixed with moisture. The grand and elegant manor bathed in the golden sunshine was hidden inch by inch in darkness.
Amosta, who was dragged towards the house by Lawrence, looked at a ward on the top floor, his calm expression gradually became complicated...
Reading Pavilion
