[Zhongyingmei] What is your father?

Ashley lay prone in Damian's room, fiddling with her mobile phone.

"In another 5 minutes, if he doesn't come to me, I will never play with him again!" Seeing that no one came to coax her after 15 minutes, Ashley thought to herself.

4 minutes passed, Ashley stared at her phone, it was time to cut off!

Suddenly the phone rang, and Ashley frantically swiped the call button: "Damian!"

"Hello? Ashley?" An uneasy voice came from the opposite side.

"Harry?" Ashley was stunned for a moment, and she looked carefully at the caller ID: "So it's you."

"Who do you think it is?" Seeing that there was no wrong number dialed, Harry's voice became louder: "Well, I just want to ask you, do you have a partner for the Parkinson's Christmas ball?" Harry asked eagerly : "I really don't know who to invite, I hardly know any of those noble girls!"

Ashley was silent for a few seconds, and Harry realized that there was something wrong with what he said just now: "No, I mean..."

"I don't have a partner." Ashley saw that the call time had passed for a minute, and she completely gave up on Damian's treatment: "Do you want to invite me?"

"Great!" Harry's voice sounded very excited: "Then let me pick you up earlier that day, where are you now?"

"No need." Ashley walked out of the room and looked at the still closed door next door. Hmph, those three guys must have the same taste, and it's not too late to meet each other.She raised the phone: "I'm in London now, let me come to you."

Ashley followed Harry and walked to a dilapidated dilapidated building. Harry scratched his hair in embarrassment: "The inside is still much better than the outside." He grabbed Ashley's hand and walked towards it. After walking two steps forward, Ashley felt a wave of magic. The scene in front of her eyes changed, and an ancient door appeared in front of her eyes. The silver doorknob was engraved with lifelike snake patterns.

"Shh." Harry gestured to Ashley, and Ashley followed behind him inexplicably, walking softly through a long corridor, up the wooden stairs, and to the second floor.

After going upstairs, Harry became more relaxed. "It's a little messy, but I can assure you that your room is absolutely clean, I did it myself!"

"Back?" A bearded man was eating a hamburger in the living room with his legs crossed: "It just so happens that the garbage at home hasn't been emptied for two days! Kreacher has been gone for a week, I really hope it never comes back! "

Ashley rolled her eyes in disgust: "Is this what you look like as a father?"

The man froze and quickly put his legs down from the coffee table.

"It seems that your hair has grown a lot." Ashley walked over and looked at Sirius: "But you haven't washed your face for a few days?"

She casually picked up a few magazines on the coffee table, all about motorcycles: "Do you like this?"

When Sirius talked about these things, he became very happy, and he turned over the magazine: "Look at this one, IconSheene, there are only 52 in the world, and the speed is as high as 320km/h!" His eyes sparkled: "I really want to have one of this! "

Ashley looked at this heavy locomotive carefully, frowned and thought for a while: "It looks familiar."

"You've seen it!" Sirius became even more excited: "Who owns it? I'm willing to pay double the price to buy it back! My God, I'm going to build it into the best flying motorcycle in the world!"

"Ah!" Ashley finally remembered: "It's in the warehouse of Steck Building! The old bus also liked it very much when he was stocking the goods, and was thinking of giving it to one of his friends!" She shook Shaking his head: "It's a pity that the old bus has a bad brain, and he never figured out who his friend is."

"Is it still in that warehouse!" Sirius asked eagerly, "Can you sell it to me!"

"It's useless." Ashley shook her head: "I removed the engine of this car when I was 9 years old, so it can't have a speed of 320km/h now, you can play it as a model."

"Why did you dismantle its engine!" Sirius' expression was as if he saw a peerless beauty being scratched in the face: "How dare you!"

"Why not?" Ashley continued flipping through the magazines: "This, this, and this, my family has them all. Tony was obsessed with motorcycles for a while, and he dragged them home one after another. Later, he got tired of playing. Throw it into the warehouse, since it's useless, I'll recycle it~"

Sirius' expression was already numb: "Don't tell me, you took them all apart."

"Of course not." Just as the sparks in Sirius' eyes were about to light up, Ashley poured out the last pot of cold water: "I couldn't finish it by myself, and the Osborns also did a lot!"

Sirius refused to see Ashley for a few days, otherwise he couldn't help but avenge the limited edition collection of motorcycles in the world.

On Christmas Day, Ashley deliberately walked out of Black's old house, took out her mobile phone, saw a series of missed calls from Damian, and laughed triumphantly. She snorted, turned off her mobile phone again, and walked back to the room to start Dress up.

After putting on the dress, she unbuttoned her hair. The slightly curly ends hung around her waist, and a few strands of hair fell on her shoulders. She looked in the mirror, coiled her hair up for a while, and then loosened it for a while.

There are only two straight men in the room, and now there is no one who can help him comb his hair.Ashley dropped the comb and sighed, could she apply to go out and find a stylist?

"Miss Randall, is that you?" Suddenly a hoarse voice came from behind.

"Who!" Ashley turned her head quickly. An elf with a dirty rag around her waist was hiding behind the table legs, looking at herself expectantly. This guy had a bald head and two bat-like But there are a lot of white hair growing out of the big ears, bloodshot eyes, gray, fleshy nose like a pig's nose.

"Kreacher?" Ashley realized that this should be the house elf that Sirius often complained about. After thinking about it, she still greeted it: "You've got the wrong person."

"Your back really looks like her." Kreacher walked over slowly: "Kreacher is old and can't remember things clearly, but Kreacher still remembers that Miss Randall was sitting at this dressing table 15 years ago. brushing her hair."

Ashley was a little curious: "Who is Randall?"

"Donna Randall." Kreacher walked up to Ashley, looked at her and said, "If it weren't for those things, she would have become the mistress of the Black family long ago, and it would be the turn of that unfilial son and little bastard to inherit all of these."

Well, this old Kreacher is not at all confused when he scolds.Ashley smiled awkwardly: "Is Miss Randall Sirius' fiancée?"

"That unfilial son, how can he be worthy of Miss Randall's family!" Kreacher snorted coldly: "Miss Randall is the fiancée of my little master Regulus!"

Who is this?Ashley blinked, and Kreacher was still cursing and chattering non-stop, with words like "little bastard" and "bad boy" over and over in her mouth. She was a little impatient, but she didn't want to cause trouble: "Kreacher, I'm anxious I'm going to the Parkinson's dance, can I trouble you to avoid it."

"This lady from Slytherin can't comb her hair, can she?" Kreacher stretched out his fingers and moved: "I saw your school uniform in the box, oh, it symbolizes the noble green tie and the engraved serpentine pattern Kreacher has not seen such a beautiful dress for many years!" It wiped its big protruding eyes: "Don't worry, noble lady, Kreacher will help you."

"Ashley! Hurry up!" Harry waited in the living room: "It's already past 07:30."

Ashley walked down the stairs slowly, and Kreacher followed behind her respectfully, until he saw Sirius and Harry waiting outside, he exhaled a puff of air from his round nose, and disappeared with a snap .

"How did you manage it!" Sirius felt amazing: "It doesn't even listen to my command!"

"Because I'm beautiful." Ashley was very satisfied with her current look, she put her hands in Harry's arms: "Let's go~"

Sirius did not know where to get a carriage. Two white horses with wings and horns were driving the carriage, but they didn't feel any bumps in the carriage.

"Relax, Harry." Ashley broke Harry's hands that were clenched into fists: "You are now the double heir of the Potter family and the Black family. In terms of status, at least kill half of the nobles!"

"More than half!" Sirius finally tidied himself up. He looked like a dog (commented by Ashley): "Potter and Black are both common surnames. Huge family! With the blessing of dual identities, you can kill at least two-thirds of the nobles!"

Harry squeezed out a smile, he never thought that he would attend the aristocratic ball that he only saw in movies, he was wearing a decent suit now, his messy hair was combed docilely, even the usual Sirius replaced his black-rimmed glasses with silver-rimmed ones.

After about ten minutes, the carriage stopped.Sirius got out of the car first, and motioned for Harry to lead Ashley off. He followed the two children who were arm in arm, and walked into the manor in style.

In a huge living room with hundreds of candles floating from the ceiling, Pansy followed her parents and stood at the door to receive guests.

Her eyes lit up when she saw Harry, she raised her head, said a few words to her parents, and then greeted him.She curtseyed to Sirius, secretly exchanged a glance with Harry, and pulled Ashley over: "Are you ready!"

"Aren't you worried about me!" Ashley raised her chin: "Which one is the dance partner your parents prepared for you?"

Pansy pointed secretly, a short boy was surrounded by several people talking, Pansy whispered: "Sidney graduated last year, and his father is the director of the Department of Administrative Affairs of the Ministry of Magic."

Ashley patted Pansy on the shoulder: "Just keep him from attending the ball?"

Pansy nodded: "This way my parents can't announce my engagement to him in front of everyone."

Ashley took a glass of fruit juice and squeezed it with absolute certainty.

Pansy continued to receive the guests absent-mindedly. Her eyes drifted to Ashley from time to time. She was already familiar with Sidney. The young master was coaxed by her to laugh out loud from time to time. There is no defense anymore.

Sure enough, it was right to leave this matter to Ashley!Pansy suddenly felt relieved that the pigs he raised could finally make cabbages.

"What is Ashley doing?" Draco walked up to Pansy with a glass of juice in his hand, "You're laughing so stupidly!"

"If a girl smiles at me like that, it means she wants to seduce me." Blaise walked over casually with his hands in his trouser pockets.

"What!" Draco was shocked: "How dare she... how could she do such a thing at the ball!"

"Ashley really has a way of coaxing people." Pan Xi nodded: "Let me just say, how can someone who can take down even the dean can't deal with a young boy who just graduated." She pulled away the preparations Draco rushed over to smash the scene: "Everyone stop, no one can spoil my good deed today!"