pure blood loyalist

Harry was very busy throughout the summer, first handing over Draco's hair and his own blood to Gregorovich, and it took a week before he got his new wand.When I first picked up the wand in the wand shop, a lion-headed and snake-tailed Chimera followed, rushed to my arm and engulfed the griffin tattoo.Surprised, he knew from the mouth of the crazy old man that this inscription wand would determine the change of this generation's family crest according to the situation of the current family head.This made him suspect that his Animagus form and Patronus might have changed.Then the rest of the time was spent constantly learning family magic and black magic, interspersed with occasional ghosts of course.

He even wanted to do something like inscription defense secretly for Draco, but helplessly, he seemed to be able to activate the inscription magic, and his grandmother's family magic was as bad as potions, which he was not good at.At that time, he especially missed the days when Draco was by his side. This person was as good at Potions as Severus, or even better. At that time, Harry also suggested that Draco be engaged in this field of work, But was rejected, claiming that the magic of the Malfoy family was never for sale.

Although Grindelwald offered to help him in this regard, the condition was that he would enter the family library to preview the inscription materials, and Harry refused very simply.

With the help of Alex, Harry successfully brought Kreacher to the Potter Manor. As a loyalist of the Potter family, Harry's order is higher than that of the Black family for Kreacher.

Don't know what the elf used to know the lineage, but when Kreacher saw Harry, he completely lost the rudeness of his previous life, and he acted like another Alex.After getting Slytherin's locket, Harry ordered Kreacher to keep everything secret.

Harry stored the locket in the Chamber of Secrets, and there is currently no way to destroy it. This time he did not want to destroy the relics of the four great men.On the other hand, this thing may be the work of a certain legendary tool art family. He wants to find those hidden family traces through these things. The road to revival needs more allies.

Under Annie's care, the puberty teenager finally got enough nutrition, and the grass field with its own Quidditch field was used for exercise. Although it was not like last year's most rapid two-month growth of 2 centimeters, this time a Harry was also very satisfied with the 15cm growth of the half-moon.

Things were going on perfectly, but unexpected accidents also happened secretly.

That night, when Harry was knocked down by Grindelwald again in the duel room, Alex suddenly appeared: "Master, a group of Aurors are coming to your room."

Harry got up quickly, and followed Alex back to the Dursleys' house. He clearly remembered that the Aurors were attracted by the dementor's surprise attack in his last life. This time, he didn't give the dementor a chance to attack him at all. !Where did it go wrong?

After apparating to the room and sending Alex away, he went out to the stairs. There were several people standing in the dark hallway below. The light from the street lamp coming in through the glass door revealed their outlines. There were eight or nine people in total.They were all looking up at him.

Sure enough, they are, but why?

"Professor Moody?" Harry asked tentatively.

"Professors don't teach, I don't know. I haven't been able to get many teaching opportunities, have I? Come down, come here, we want to see you." The gruff voice answered him.

"Why are we standing in the dark?" said a voice, it was Tonks, "Rammus (spell)." A wand flashed, and the magical light illuminated the living room, and the people below crowded together. At the foot of the stairs, Harry was staring intently, some even lifting their heads like Scottish herring to get a better view.

"Harry, we're here to take you away." Lupine looked tired and sickly, and his robes were more worn out than ever.

Everyone stared at him very curiously, Harry walked down the stairs, wearing a solid white shirt, black trousers and short boots, rectangular glasses and still messy but clean hair, the 187 cm guy made Tonks exaggerated sharp Exclaimed: "Oh, he looks even handsomer than I thought." The speaking witch held her wand that glowed from above.

"He looks so much like James."

"Except for the eyes," said a panting, white-haired old wizard standing in the back, "that's Lily's eyes." Mad-Eye Moody, the one with the long gray hair and the missing part of his nose The chunky old man was eyeing Harry suspiciously through his mismatched eyes.One of his eyes was small, black, and bead-like, while the other was huge, round, and iron blue—a magic eye that could see through walls, doors, and the back of Moody's own head.

"Are you sure it's him, Lupine?" he growled. "It would be nice if we brought back some goddamn impersonator. We should ask him questions that only the real Potter would know, Otherwise, unless someone brought Veritaserum."

"Harry, what shape is your Patronus?" Lupine asked.

Harry's momentary hesitation made everyone grip their wands tightly: "A stag." He replied with feigned panic.

"That's him, Moody," Lupine replied.

Harry was just glad they didn't ask him to perform a live performance to confirm, otherwise they would see that he couldn't summon the Patronus, and that the invalid Phoenix wand didn't listen to him at all!

"We're leaving, aren't we?" Harry asked. "What the hell happened?"

Several people looked at each other, and finally Lupine answered Harry's question: "For the past one and a half months, Mrs. Figg has helped us take care of you. She is a squib." Lupine paused, hoping that Harry would not misinterpret it as surveillance. , although essentially the same.

"Looking after? Then she took care of it really well." Harry said with some sarcasm, like a rebellious teenager.

"She's dead." Lupine ignored Harry's tone and said with some seriousness, "Not long ago, a dementor took her life. It's not safe here now, we must leave immediately."

"What—?" Harry was really surprised this time, and even contained some inexplicable guilt. They all knew that the dementors came to look for him, and Mrs. Figg died in vain. They thought Harry So guilty.Only Harry knew that Mrs. Figg would not have died in the first place. He thought that his inaction would save a lot of trouble, but he never thought that things would go on in another way.

He caused it.

It was he who killed Mrs Figg.

"Harry! Now, pack your things!" Moody ordered, looking at Harry who was in a daze.There was no time to soften the blow for him now.

Harry has never needed Draco to scold him more than now since he was reborn, put down your heroism, Gryffindor!It's not your duty to save them!Then I retorted fiercely, and finally vented and usually ended with sex.

He thought he had changed a lot this time, but perhaps some essential things hadn't changed.

A quality called integrity and selflessness, rooted deep in the soul, packaged by experience in a complex and indistinguishable way, thrown into a deep pit, put on heavy shackles, covered with thick soil, and then leveled the ground, as if it was there in the first place.