Chapter 411 How could you forget?

"...The Ministry of Magic has decided that in order to restore security and order to the British magical community as soon as possible, dementors will be sent to search for traces of Obscurus..."

The streaming mirror on the table was playing the magic version of today's news. Fudge, who was wearing a purple suit, was waving his fist vigorously and saying:

"It is nonsense that dementors attacked students at Hogwarts! In fact, they were checking on the train to ensure the safety of the students."

"Of course, we also made a small mistake here. Because the Ministry of Magic and the school did not communicate in time, there were some misunderstandings. Several students fainted due to fright. Other than that, no greater damage was caused... …”

Harry, who was eating breakfast, felt something in his mind and put down the bread.

"The students and a professor on the train attacked the Ministry of Magic staff who were performing official duties without authorization. This is absolutely wrong! However, considering the children's mood, we decided not to hold them responsible..."

Michael sneered silently, shook his head, and cut the fried eggs on his plate with a knife.

"I can guarantee here that the Dementors always obey the orders of the Ministry of Magic and there is no situation where they are out of control... The worries and suspicions that the Dementors will attack innocent passers-by are unnecessary... Once Obscurus is captured and brought to justice, the Dementors will The spirit monster will return to Azkaban immediately..."

"It's a misunderstanding... It's great that the Ministry of Magic didn't hold them accountable..." Fiona breathed a sigh of relief and asked curiously: "What do dementors look like?"

"Like a big rag with a black cloak, the kind that goes rancid and smells bad." Michael made a face and said, "It's so ugly!"

"Hahaha..." Fiona was amused by him and added: "Sounds like a very powerful prison guard... Isn't that Obscurus their opponent?"

"I don't know. There is no record of these two creatures fighting in history." Wade said.

"Maybe Dementors are powerful...after all, there are so many Dementors." Fiona simply guessed.

"No matter what, let those guys go back to Azkaban quickly." Harry muttered: "I don't want to encounter another 'inspection'."

The news in the streaming mirror ended and was quickly replaced by a Muggle musical. Dozens of handsome men and beauties were singing and dancing in the mirror with great joy, which eliminated the gloom brought by the news just now.

"I can't believe it!" Michael said angrily, "They suppressed such a big thing like this!"

"Based on the behavior of the dementors on the car, it's really difficult to tell whether they are inspecting or attacking." Vader said calmly: "After all, no one was really...really hurt."

He glanced at his mother and swallowed the words "suck away the soul".

Unlike Ferdinand who focused on the dangers and dark side of the magic world, Fiona usually focused on the wonderful side of magic.

All her knowledge of Dementors came from the news in the Mirror and the Daily Prophet. The article would not mention the evil and terrifying aspects of this creature, but would only emphasize repeatedly -

Dementors are the magic world's most reliable guardians.

In Fiona's imagination, those were a group of mysterious troops who were tall and strong, willing to be lonely, walking in the darkness, and never showing their true colors.

Of course, after the attack on the Hogwarts train, the picture in her mind had been updated to a group of extremely rude and cold-tempered savages.

Dementors, also known as "dementors" - just from the name, it is difficult to imagine what kind of dark and rotten creatures these are.

After breakfast, the three little devils jumped around to clear away the dishes, while Fiona and Ferdinand went upstairs to change into clothes for going out.

"We are going to visit some friends. You can have fun at home. There are drinks in the refrigerator and new snacks in the cabinet. For lunch, you can order pizza or Chinese food nearby. I left my number next to the phone."

Ferdinand warned.

"Okay, Dad," Vader said.

"See you tonight then, my dear."

Fiona kissed Wade's forehead, kissed Harry and Michael in the same way, and said with a smile:

"Don't be restrained, just treat it as your own home. If I come back and see everything is tidy, I will be angry."

"You're underestimating Coco's ability to work, Mom." Wade replied.

"Don't worry, we won't treat you badly!" Michael also said generously.

Harry was still covering his forehead, looking dazed and stupid.

The Grays smiled and said goodbye, put on their coats and left.

After Wade sent them out, he turned around and asked, "What do you want to do next? Watch TV? Play games? Or do homework?"

"...Except for the last one, everything else is fine!" Michael put his arms around Vader's neck and pretended to complain: "But Vader, you didn't tell me that your home is so cool!"

"Yeah..." Harry also said, "I thought it would be similar to the Dursleys! But it looks like..."

Harry looked around.

"It looks like a family of pure-blood wizards."

There are early-warning looking glasses hung near the door and windows. There are mirrors and a TV in the living room, but the latter looks like it has been idle for a long time.

The three little devils are diligently cleaning the house. The mirror in the dressing room will comment loudly on the clothes and grooming of the people in front of them, and give some seemingly pertinent suggestions.

"Scars are ugly, but lightning-shaped scars are cool! Boy, you can wear a blue beret!"

Harry was shocked when he heard this voice for the first time.

In addition, there is a large astronomical telescope in the attic. In the middle of the room is a glass ball with a moving constellation model inside, which Harry likes very much.

There are many books on the history of magic in the bookshelf in the attic, all of which have traces of frequent reading. Mr. Ferdinand also collected a thick stack of "The Daily Prophet", some of which are densely marked.

Harry was a little ashamed. He threw away his own newspapers after reading them. In most cases, he read the crossword puzzles in the newspapers most seriously.

"Fortunately, my parents are just very interested in magic."

Wade took the two to the attic, found a pile of unopened boxes, and asked: "What do you want to play? I have Contra, Desert Storm, and... Raiders of the Lost Ark?"

Wade flipped through the names on the boxes.

Most of these were Christmas gifts he received last year, and some were electronic games brought from abroad by Ferdinand's business partner who knew that he had an underage son.

Although Wade was not interested in these, Harry and Michael were both real thirteen-year-olds and would definitely like this kind of game.

Harry picked up another box from the side. On the cover were several big-nosed old men with swords or shields and bull-head hats.

He looked at the jeweled sword and felt inexplicably fond of it. He whispered the name on it: "The Lost Vikings?"

"Vikings? Sounds good, shall we play this?" Michael said with interest.

Harry's eyes also lit up - although there were game consoles at the Dursleys' house, everything belonged to Dudley, and Harry didn't even have the right to touch them.

Although he always pretended to be disdainful, only he knew how curious and envious he was in his heart.

"Okay!"

Wade had no objection to playing any game. They opened the box, connected the power supply, and turned on the game console.

Accompanied by the sound of "dong dong dong" music, the screen went black and bright, and three pixelated little people appeared on the screen.

...

"Crunch...Crunch..."

The leather boots stepped on the snow, making a creaking sound. Abigail and Major Baird walked on the street, their expressionless faces were completely different from the happy people around them.

They crossed one street after another, and finally, Baird stood outside a tavern.

Above the tavern hung a crooked sign - "Antlers Tavern", and near the door handle was a small wooden sign "Closed for Business".

Baird ignored the wooden sign and knocked on the door with his fingers. After a while, he heard the sound of chains colliding from inside.

A dull-looking, elderly woman stood at the door.

"Come in." She said, "Brolin has been waiting for you for a long time."

Baird took a deep breath and looked excited. But at this time, he took a step back and motioned Abigail to go ahead.

Abigail pursed her lips and strode in, followed by Baird.

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The wooden door slammed shut behind him.

The tavern was half underground and half on the ground. The room was very dim, and the few lights on were not very bright.

The gray-haired bartender was mixing drinks with skillful techniques, and a handsome man in his forties or fifties was sitting in front of the bar.

There was a cocktail next to him, but he didn't drink it, but was reading a fancy newspaper.

Abigail could tell at a glance that it was a popular tabloid in the British wizarding world, which often published some unconfirmed gossip and nonsense speculations.

"Sierra, Major, long time no see."

The man turned around and said gently.

"Mr. Brolin." The two bowed their heads to greet.

"Yeah." Brolin nodded, and then suddenly asked: "Have you read this issue of "The Quibbler"? "

The two looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time.

Baird explained: "The Quibbler publishes some weird and rubbish... articles. I personally think it is not worth subscribing."

"I used to think that this magazine was good as a joke, but sometimes I would see some news that I couldn't see in the Daily Prophet. For example..."

Brolin suddenly turned his gaze to Abigail and said with a smile: "Sierra, I heard that you used the Patronus Charm on the train to protect those students?"

"Yes." Abigail lowered her head and said: "Dumbledore knew I was on the train. In that situation, if I didn't take action, I would definitely be questioned..."

"Well, no need to explain, I can understand." Brolin smiled and said: "But this magazine is talking nonsense, saying that the two Patronuses that drove away the Dementors were eagles and Dobermans. Do you think it's possible, Sierra?"

"Of course it's impossible." Baird said relaxedly: "It must be that those wizard cubs can't tell the types of hounds, or they just saw it wrong, right, Sierra?"

He turned his head, but saw his companion lowered his head and remained silent.

"——Sera?"

Byrd frowned, looking somewhat puzzled.

Brolin sighed softly.

"Expecto Patronus, Sera." He said without question: "Let me see your Patronus."

Abigail slowly drew out her wand.

A moment later, a silver-white hound ran around the room twice and came to Abigail.

It was thin and agile, with a narrow and long head, and looked majestic and elegant.

This was indeed a Doberman.

Baird's face changed slightly, and he slowly raised his eyes and looked at Abigail, as if he was looking at a stranger.

"Abigail, your previous patronus was a pit bull!" Baird asked, "When did it become like this?"

The silver hound dispersed and disappeared, and Abigail said, "I don't know."

If she knew that her patronus had changed, she would not have used this spell at that time, or at least hidden the form.

When she saw the patronus running towards the Dementors, Abigail's surprise and uneasiness were no less than those of other students in the car.

Brolin asked softly, "Under what circumstances will the image of the patronus change, Abigail?"

"When..." Abigail paused, and said, "When you suffer a mental blow or... or when your emotions change drastically..."

"Did that school change you?" Brolin continued to ask, "Did they make you weak? Did they make you start to believe in poisons like love or friendship, and forget your own position?"

Abigail: "I didn't!"

"The patronus can reflect your true thoughts better than words." Baird said coldly.

"Don't be so harsh, Major. It's not uncommon to be infected by innocent children."

Brolin said in a gentle tone: "But Sera, the world of children is indeed pure and kind, but those children can't always be just children."

"They will soon walk out of the school, use magic to hurt innocent ordinary people, and become the kind of wizards you hate the most."

"Have you forgotten how your parents died? Thirteen years ago, two wizards chased and fought each other. They killed twelve innocent Muggles with a spell-just because those people were on the same street!"

Abigail's eyes turned red in an instant, and she gritted her teeth and said: "I haven't forgotten!"

Brolin looked at her with pity and continued: "There is no reason , no explanation, not even an apology! Your parents are gone, and their names are not even worthy of appearing in wizard newspapers. "

"Poor child... You joined the organization with a vengeful heart. Later, you heard the news and thought that the two unscrupulous wizards had been punished, one died, and the other was imprisoned in the most terrible prison in the world."

"But what happened in reality? One of them became a world-famous hero, and it is said that he may join the Ministry of Magic as an Auror; the other is also at large, and his whereabouts are still unknown."

"Only you...child, only you remember those dead people, your parents only live in your memory."

"Abigail, how can you forget? How can you become weak?"