Chapter 368 Daphne: The Flame Flows (2 in 1)

When Harry finished writing his reply to Sirius and folded the letter into the envelope, he noticed that there seemed to be something written on the back of Sirius' long letter.

He turned the letter over and found that Sirius had written the following words in a halting manner:

"Harry, your parents have appointed me as your guardian if anything happens to them. Of course. If you want to live with your aunt and uncle, I can understand that. But now that my reputation has been restored, if you want a different home, you are welcome to come and live with me for a few days. There are many spare rooms in the ancestral house of the Black family."

Harry felt like a huge explosion happened in his head. It took him a long time to realize that he could move out of the Dursleys' house and live in Sirius's house!!!

Let's put it this way, not to mention that Sirius seemed to have a big house, even if Sirius lived in a bridge tunnel, Harry would move there without hesitation.

At the thought of leaving the Dursleys and living with his parents' best friend Black, Harry's eyes flushed red and he wrote the letter at a faster pace.

He would reply to Sirius as soon as possible.

Christmas is a holiday of reunion for everyone.

Draco Malfoy was walking in his garden with his father. Lucius' wife Narcissa followed behind them with a happy smile on her face.

Lucius Malfoy walked carelessly along the path in the garden, looking at the Christmas decorations on the side of the road, thinking about the doll in his mind. The faint burning sensation on his arm urged him like a whip, forcing him to make a decision like a countdown.

Lucius didn't want to make a choice. He just wanted to stand on the side of the winner after one side won. Unfortunately, neither Dumbledore nor the Dark Lord would allow him to do so.

"I wonder if these four puppets can compete with him." After thinking about it, Lucius, who was upset, actually developed a rebellious mentality and came up with an idea that could be called a treasonous idea.

If Bella and the others knew about this thought, they would be cursed with the Cruciatus Curse several times.

When Lucius was daydreaming, he even wanted to ask Dumbledore to come over and fight with his puppets after the puppets arrived. It is known that Dumbledore's strength is slightly better than the Dark Lord. If Dumbledore can't do anything to these four puppets, then the Dark Lord is likely to be defeated, and his home will be relatively safe.

Old Malfoy felt that he could no longer understand the world. He was surprised that a witch appeared out of nowhere and made some puppets, but she could beat the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic.

As someone who had experienced the Wizarding War, Lucius knew the true levels of Dawlish and Kingsley. He was not in a position to comment on Dawlish's strength, but Kingsley was truly outstanding. In the end, even someone like him was no match for the puppets. The world had really changed.

Thinking of this, Lucius narrowed his eyes: Could the mysterious Professor White be a match for the Dark Lord? The number of puppets she could produce must be much greater than his own, so wouldn't that mean...

He quickly put away this dangerous thought. The Malfoy family would not take a gamble easily.

Seeing that his father was worried, Draco Malfoy drew out his wand, pointed it at a snowman, and the snowman started tap dancing.

"Dad, look!" Draco motioned to his father to look at his masterpiece, and a smile indeed appeared on Lucius' face.

Seeing that his father's mood had improved, Draco struck while the iron was hot and made a request to his father: he wanted the Firebolt.

"Firebolt?" Lucius frowned. He had heard of this broom, but why? Didn't his son already have a Nimbus 2001? It was better than Potter's broom.

Lucius, who recently spent a lot of money to order four dolls, is not very willing to spend any more money.

"Yes, a state-of-the-art broom that can go from zero to 150 miles per hour in ten seconds—"

"I know. I'm asking you why you want to change your broom. You've only bought your Nimbus 2001 for a year." Lucius interrupted his son's "popular science" and asked him to get to the point.

"I don't know who sent a Firebolt to that Potter! And it would be fine if it was just Potter, Cedric from Hufflepuff also received one. How, how is this possible?! Both of them are seekers. If I don't have a Firebolt, I will be very passive during the game." Draco spoke very quickly due to nervousness.

Lucius was silent.

He was indeed a little short of money, but he had made a lot of money from the Christmas gifts from the Ministry of Magic before. If he asked someone to sell the Nimbus 2001, maybe he could use the two sums of money to buy a Firebolt for his son?

After all, without the Firebolt, my son would be suppressed by that Potter and Hufflepuff guy, which is unbearable.

"Okay, I'll go back to Diagon Alley and buy you one—"

boom!

Before Lucius could finish his words, he was slapped on the head. He turned around and saw his wife Narcissa staring at him angrily.

"Are you crazy? Didn't you hear Draco say that the broken broom can speed up to 150 miles per hour?! This is too dangerous! Do you think you have too many sons? One mistake during the game and he will be turned into meat paste!" Narcissa scolded in a barrage of words, making Lucius and Draco silent.

Seeing that the Firebolt in his hand showed signs of flying, Draco gritted his teeth and said that his skills were fine, but he didn't expect Narcissa to glare at him.

"you shut up!"

"As long as I stay in this house, don't even think about buying Firebolts!"

Draco and Lucius shut their mouths at the same time and never mentioned the Firebolt again.

While the Malfoy father and son were being educated by Narcissa, Daphne and Astoria also knocked on the door of Helga's office.

"Professor, have you had breakfast?" Daphne held up a fragrant food box and smiled sweetly.

"Not yet, come in!" Helga welcomed the two sisters in, and at the same time sighed that the two innocent children had no idea what was going to happen to them in a moment.

Under Rice's guidance, Helga had no idea that this behavior actually inadvertently revealed her advanced technology.

Daphne and Astoria walked into the warm office, took off their outer capes and hung them on the hangers. They had changed out of their dresses and put on two sweaters - their sweaters were almost identical, except that Daphne's had a "D" pattern on the front, and Astoria's had an "A" pattern on the front.

"D" and "A" are the initials of their names.

Rice took the food boxes from them and smiled.

He hurriedly called for a few plates, took out the sausages and baked potatoes from the food box and shared them with Helga and the other two.

After eating and drinking, Les told the Greengrass sisters why he was there.

"Professor White is a good person. She is willing to teach us how to make puppet parts. To be honest, I also participated in part of the puppet's design. Professor White and I hope that you two can master the method of making parts as soon as possible."

Daphne and Astoria looked at each other and saw the excitement in each other's eyes.

Making puppet parts? This is a very practical skill! Apart from anything else, they don’t need to bother Professor White with the maintenance of their own puppets. If any parts are broken, they can fix them themselves.

Astoria thought more deeply, she thought that when the two of them could make all the parts, her father would only need to buy a bare doll. They could make the parts for subsequent upgrades themselves, which would save a lot of money.

Seeing the two sisters' excited faces, Helga felt even more sympathetic towards the two students chosen by Salazar. She sighed softly and began to explain to the two sisters how to make doll parts.

The production of puppet parts requires a very strong level of magical control, and the spells imprinted in the parts also need to be familiar to the heart. Fortunately, Daphne and Astoria meet these two requirements, so their progress is not slow. They can successfully make simple parts after only wasting six or seven pieces of material.

"A great start." Rice stood aside and watched the two people working hard, and he couldn't hide the smile on his face.

Helga glared at him, stuffed a pile of materials into his arms, and pulled him to the corner to make parts.

Next, Les began to immerse himself in the production of parts, while Helga stared in a daze at the Greengrass sisters who were becoming more and more skilled in their movements.

After a while, she made a decision and sent a letter to her student Cedric, asking him if he had any plans for the holiday. As for Rowena's student, she and Salazar tacitly did not mention her name, because they believed Rowena would teach her well.

When you concentrate on your work, time always passes very quickly. In the blink of an eye, the sky outside the window darkened. The four people in the office also stopped their work and stretched themselves.

Les took out a few bottles of energy potions from his arms and handed them to Daphne and Astoria.

"Drink them, they can relieve physical and mental fatigue." Les also threw a bottle of potion to Helga.

Looking at the boxes piled up in the office, Rice suddenly felt a strange sense of satisfaction: these are the results of their work!

Helga didn't rush to assemble the dolls, but counted the number of each part required according to the content of the order, and then assigned the work to specific people. She and Salazar did the difficult parts, while Daphne and Astoria practiced with the simple ones.

After a day of intense practice, the Daphne sisters were able to master the production methods of several parts. Normally, they would not be able to achieve this level of proficiency in a week.

"You go back first. I will teach you how to make the more complicated parts tomorrow morning. Don't make the simple parts for now. Cedric will come to help tomorrow." After simply tidying up the messy office, Helga asked Les and the other two to leave.

She received a reply from Cedric in the afternoon. He had no plans for the holiday. In the letter, he clearly stated that he was bored at home and that if the teacher needed any help, he could come over immediately. However, he wanted to use a broom, so he would not arrive until tomorrow - he wanted to ride the new Firebolt to try it out.

Since the student said so, regardless of whether Cedric's words were from the heart, Helga decided to call him out from home to her place to broaden his horizons and help her make some doll accessories.

As for not being able to get to school until tomorrow, that was nothing, and Helga could understand Cedric's feelings.

Cedric mentioned by Professor White piqued Astoria's interest, and she keenly noticed some problems from the details.

Rice seemed to be very familiar with Professor White, so familiar that it went beyond their apparent relationship - he and Professor White must have had private communications that others were not aware of.

The tone in Professor White's voice when he mentioned Cedric Diggory made Astoria feel a sense of familiarity. After thinking for a moment, it suddenly dawned on her: Isn't this the same feeling between her sister and Les?

Thinking this way, she deduced everything at once. Professor White, like Rice, was the heir of a founder!

Considering Cedric's house, Astoria was 90% sure that Professor White was the heir of Hufflepuff.

Smith White is the heir of Helga Hufflepuff! And considering her background and the magic she is good at, she is very likely to be Hufflepuff's apprentice or granddaughter, with a very high generation.

Astoria felt like she had discovered a shocking secret.

Now everything makes sense. As heirs, it is normal for the two to have a close relationship. As for the old grudge between Slytherin and Hufflepuff, come on, Professor Rice and Professor White are not Salazar Slytherin and Helga Hufflepuff themselves, where do all the conflicts come from? How could an old senior like Professor White be arguing with Rice, a junior who lived a thousand years later? There is a reason for every grievance, so why are you taking it out on a junior? Go and confront Slytherin if you have the guts.

Astoria felt like she understood everything.

She quickly glanced at her sister's expression and found that she was still the same. Astoria immediately realized that her sister didn't notice anything.

Astoria:…

That's good, knowing too much can be painful. For example, she is under a lot of pressure now. According to Rice, Cedric may have already comprehended the domain, or is about to comprehend the domain, so there may not be much time left for her and her sister.

She didn't want to fall behind in this regard. If Cedric awakened his domain first, Les would probably be very disappointed, right? This was a competition between the two inheritances of Slytherin and Hufflepuff. Falling behind would only make Slytherin lose face.

After returning to the lounge, the three did not rush back to the dormitory - the dormitory was empty and they could only go back to sleep - they sat around the fireplace, enjoying a moment of leisure after a busy day.

Daphne was facing the fireplace. She felt a little sleepy and the fire in front of her became blurry.

Faintly, Daphne felt that the flame had undergone a magical change: it seemed to be flowing like the puddle of water she had seen in the morning!

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Two chapters in one of four thousand words!

Goodnight everybody

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