Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 134 Gloomy
After a few days, Harry once again stood in front of this luxurious and magnificent Bryan Manor. Last time, he came with the Dursleys, but this time, the people beside him were replaced by Professor Blaine.

"professor--"

Harry pointed to the big iron gate, looked at the two guards with wary eyes and whispered, "If we hadn't made an appointment in advance, I'm afraid they wouldn't let us in."

"Oh, never mind, Potter, we'll find a way."

Amosta, who was immersed in memory, was brought back to reality by Harry's reminder. He started to walk towards the manor again, and said in a nonchalant tone, and Harry followed behind him, unaware of what Professor Bryan said What is the best way, but he believes that if it is to use the power of magic, it may not be appropriate.

"We are here to visit the owner of the manor. Can you open the door, please?"

Amosta stood in front of those cold-faced guards in black suits, and asked politely.

Is this the method of Professor Brian?The astonished Harry was full of complaints.

The leader of this group of guards was a muggle with a strong body. He looked suspiciously at the familiar young man and the child beside the man, feeling that he was familiar with both of them.

"Sorry, gentlemen, we didn't get any prior notice. Someone will visit Mr. Blaine today. Whether your appointment didn't work out, or you misremembered the time."

Looking at the guard with a fierce face, he was unexpectedly very polite. Of course, most of the people who came in and out of this place were distinguished upper-class people, maybe he just didn't dare to offend.

"Maybe Lawrence forgot to tell you—"

Amosta smiled and said nonsense, "You can check with him again, well, you can say that Ms. Bellina Deuter's son is going to visit Mr. Blaine, I think he will let us in. "

The guards of the manor looked at each other in blank dismay. They had all worked here for a while, and they all knew the rigorous work style of the old butler of the manor. Normally, if these two unexplained visiting guys really had a prior appointment with Mr. Lawrence, Well, he shouldn't forget to confess, but the confident smile on the face of this unique young man in front of him made them less daring to confirm their speculation.

"Well, sir, please wait a moment—"

After hesitating for a while, the security foreman said this, and then ran to the manor to ask for instructions.

"See, Potter—"

Waiting in the shade of an ash tree with its lush, taupe bark and cracked ash, Amostar said, "Not everything has to be solved by magic."

Harry rolled his eyes covertly, and did not express any opinion on Professor Blaine's lofty remarks, but asked in a low voice, "Ms. Bellina Dett, who is she, Professor Blaine?"

"As I said, Potter."

Leaping over the tall buildings of the luxurious manor, staring at the pure and immaculate sky and the tall clouds, Amosta moved the corners of his mouth and said in a slightly less crisp voice,
"That's my mother—"

The actual manager of the manor, the loyal old butler who has served the Bryan family for two generations, came faster than expected. Seeing the aged Lawrence rushing towards the gate faster than the security foreman in his prime, Harry showed astonishment. During the brief meeting last time, Harry's perception of this old butler was the kind of person the Dursleys would like very much—meticulous and polite. It seemed that elegance had been engraved in in his bones.

But now, this old butler, who even takes every step of the same distance in daily life, is running wildly. Not only Harry was surprised by this scene, but even Amosta's calm and unwavering eyes appeared. subtle changes.

"Where is that gentleman!"

Lawrence, with gray hair sticking to his sweaty cheeks, didn't even have time to catch his breath. He yelled at the bewildered guards with a high-pitched voice from dozens of feet away.

The moment their eyes met, Lawrence was suddenly stunned. He looked at the expressionless young man in the mottled tree shadow, and glanced almost greedily at his handsome and extremely familiar facial features, which already had brown spots. Nose suddenly sour,

"That's right, it's you"

The old butler approached step by step, and spoke softly in a raving tone.

Harry looked at the old butler whose eyes were red with excitement for a while, and then at Professor Brian who was still extremely calm, and Beetui's eyes were wide open!

"It's you, absolutely right, you are that child, exactly the same as the master when he was young."

The old butler seemed to be ten years old all of a sudden. He came to Amosta, completely left Harry aside, and stretched out his hand tremblingly, as if he wanted to touch Amosta's cheek.

"It's so similar, I've been looking for you for many years"

"I hope you don't mind our taking the liberty of visiting."

Amosta took a step back, avoiding the old butler's fingertips, and said in an unwavering tone.

And his overly calm tone woke up Lawrence like a basin of cold water, and he recovered a little calmness.

"You know everything, young master. I mean, your mother told you everything about that year?"

Lawrence, who refused to take his eyes off Amosta's cheek for a moment, showed bitterness.

"Master? Where did you start, Lawrence—" Amosta said helplessly, "If you want, just call me Amosta."

"Amosta."

Lawrence's old body trembled suddenly upon hearing what he said, "That's the name of Ms. Bellina Dett's father."

"Let's switch to a simpler way of communicating,"

Amosta frowned in distress. To be honest, he didn't know how to dismiss the old butler. After taking a deep breath, Amosta looked at Zheng with wide-eyed eyes, and fell into inexplicable excitement. Harry, who was in a good state, patted him on the shoulder and said to Lawrence,

"I think you should have an image of this child. His name is Harry Potter. He visited here with the Dursleys last week. In the living room, he accidentally discovered that the photo of the owner of the manor when he was young is very similar to me, so Wrote me and said, oh, by the way, I'm the kid's teacher, um, taught him a little bit of self-defense."

Harry rolled his eyes secretly and remained silent.

"Out of curiosity, I'll come over with him to take a look. Of course, if this presumptuous behavior bothers you, we can leave now."

"Leave? Oh, absolutely not!"

Lawrence suddenly regained his vigor, he grabbed Amosta and Harry's arms, and said to Harry in a trembling voice,

"You're Vernon's nephew aren't you? Oh boy, I can't thank you enough!"

"Oh, um." Harry showed a little shyness, and said boldly, "You're welcome, sir, I actually didn't do anything."

In the blue sky, a large thick cloud was driven towards the sun by the wind mixed with moisture, and the magnificent and elegant manor bathed in the golden sunlight gradually faded into darkness.

Amosta, who was being dragged towards the house by Lawrence, looked at a ward on the top floor, her calm expression gradually becoming complicated




















(End of this chapter)