"Your mother... I mean that daughter..."
When Professor Blaine finished telling the story about why he became an orphan, Harry, who had been opening his mouth for a while, realized that he couldn't find a noun to call the woman named Belina Delta!
The Dursleys had tried their best to ignore him and even abuse him for so many years, but even so, Harry had to admit that they were qualified parents because they treated their son Dudley really well. .
And this woman named Bellina has simply subverted Harry's definition of 'parents'!
"She ended up..."
"died..."
Amosta rubbed his fingers with a complicated expression.
"When Grandma Felena finally found help, she had already been swept away by the water for an unknown distance. Because the river was covered with ice and covered with a thick layer of snow, no one knew who she was in the end. Where did it float?"
This is the ending that fits her behavior... Harry thought so in his heart, but didn't say it out loud.
Outside the house, the rainstorm gradually subsided. The antique clock leaning against the wall opposite the two people jumped a big tick as the story progressed. The increasingly noisy noise outside the corridor was also mixed with some crying sounds, but From beginning to end, no one broke into this private living room.
Harry lowered his head and stared at the luxurious velvet carpet under his feet, and suddenly felt that he was not so miserable after all. It was true that his parents were killed by Voldemort not long after he was born, but Harry could confirm one thing, his parents were in love. His, they gave their lives to protect him.
"You...you hate them?"
"Don't hate."
Professor Brain shook his head and gave an answer that stunned Harry.
"I don't resent them, just like I don't love them, I just think it's a very sad thing."
The rain had passed but the sky had not cleared up yet. Amosta stood up and walked to the window and opened it. He looked at the crowds of people in the yard who were quickly gathering downstairs. Then he squinted his eyes and took a few deep breaths of fresh air after the rain. The air and mood gradually improved.
"Then your grandfather and grandmother..."
After a long silence, Harry raised his head and asked, "Have you asked for news about them?"
"They--"
Amosta smiled at the birds flying in front of him, stretched and said in a lazy tone,
"I inquired by the way...I heard from their neighbors that not long after the useless daughter came to the door with a child, they moved away. It is said that they moved to a city in the United States."
Harry also wanted to ask Professor Blaine if he had ever found an opportunity to visit his grandfather and grandmother later, but when the words came to his lips, he suddenly felt that this was a very boring question, so he quietly shut his mouth.
At this time, there was a knock on the door suddenly. After receiving Professor Blaine's permission, the door was pushed open, and the old butler Lawrence walked in slowly with a stack of papers like documents.
Lawrence, who was extremely polite when receiving guests, didn't even look at Harry when he walked past him. Instead, he came directly to Professor Blaine who was staying by the window, and bowed respectfully, with a look of sadness on his face.
Harry didn't mind Laurence's neglect of him, nor did he wonder why he had that look on his face, it was all obvious.
"Master--"
Lawrence’s eyes were red and his voice was hoarse.
"I've already said, Lawrence, my name is Amosta Blaine, not some 'young master',"
Amosta looked at the old butler who had sent away two generations of Blaine family owners, and he had mixed feelings in his heart. This old butler might be the only person in the house that he was willing to say a few more words to.
Lawrence murmured something on his lips. He looked at the young man in front of him as if he saw Kurad Brain twenty years ago.
"Follow your will--"
Lawrence sniffed and nodded.
"In the past two years since Mr. Blaine became ill, he has secretly sold off most of the assets in the Blaine family's name, including the Groning Drilling Company. Previously, his intention was to use this money Donate to charity for free..."
Amosta raised his eyebrows, already guessing what Lawrence was going to say next.
"--But just now, Master Blaine changed his will. He left all the money and this manor to you..."
Amosta smiled and asked with interest,
"Can I ask, how much is the total amount?"
"Stocks in five companies, three estates in London and Birmingham, a villa in Majorca, luxury cars, some antiques from all over the world, yachts... It was all processed in a hurry, and in the end we only got..."
Lawrence quickly said a number.
What a 'just got'! Amosta rolled his eyes and almost lost his breath.
Even Harry, whose concept of money has gradually tended to be 'Gallons, Sickles and Nats', after hearing this number, his eyes widened and his heart suddenly slowed down by half a beat!
If the Dursleys knew about this, they would probably faint with jealousy - Harry thought.
"If you have no objections, these documents need your signature..." Lawrence handed the documents to Amosta.
"No need, Lawrence, just deal with it according to his previous wishes."
Amosta walked around the files and walked towards the door. Halfway through, he put his arm on Harry's shoulders and took him away with him.
"Are we going for lunch, Professor Blaine?" Harry asked a little confused.
"Oh, I don't know why, but I suddenly lost my appetite," Amosta winked and smiled, "and since the rain has stopped now, I think we might as well leave first."
Neither Harry nor the old butler Lawrence showed any surprise at Amosta's choice.
"Mr. Blaine--"
The door opened, and just as Amosta and Harry were about to disappear from sight, Lawrence suddenly called out to them. Faced with the questioning gaze, he choked a few times,
"Mr. Blaine..., this house, it is the ancestral home of the Blaine family for generations--"
Staring at the white-haired old butler who was loyal to the Blaine family, Amosta nodded slowly, "If that's the case, Lawrence, then you can guard it for the Blaine family."
...........
"I won't say goodbye to your aunt and uncle, Potter—"
Outside the house at No. 4 Privet Drive, Amosta said as he got out of the taxi. He noticed Potter's surprise, so he explained with a smile,
"Because I found that your uncle and aunt don't seem to like me very much."
"Oh, they don't like anything related to magic." Harry also grinned, but then he stopped smiling and showed reluctance.
"So where are you going next, Professor Brain?"
"Something happened a few days ago, which caused some changes in my body, so I'm going to find a hotel to rest for a few days to familiarize myself with the changes... Oh, maybe I should get myself a place to stay, always stay That’s not the case with hotels!”
Hearing this question, Amosta rubbed his brows tiredly.
"After that, I am going to find the whereabouts of a person..."
After saying that, Amosta waved to Harry who was confused, turned around and left, and his figure quickly disappeared around the corner of the road...
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