This chapter continues to be all kinds of messy intakes.,I don't know if you're messing in, you can see a few uh-huh......

Anyway, I found that Harry's complaining attributes seem to have increased dramatically in the last few chapters, but it's no wonder, after all, Opal's castle life is really exciting.

And, the joy that is about to unfold with a lion and four small snakes (?) Life, it's interesting, isn't it?

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Gold

Queen (Throne): The life of a nobleman.

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Cappadocia Manor, England

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A dreamless night.

Even Harry himself couldn't believe that he could sleep so deeply in a completely unfamiliar environment.

So much so that when he was woken up from his dream in the morning, he thought for a moment that he was continuing to dream, and then he was frightened - because whoever opened his eyes and found that his room was a golden bedroom even more luxurious than the Gryffindor dormitories at Hogwarts would be startled, right?

After jumping straight out of bed, Harry was able to recall his experience of the previous night, or rather, the wee hours of this morning, and confirm where he was.

Fortunately, the black-haired deacon who woke him up seemed to be faithfully carrying out his mission, and did not laugh at his total gaffe. Otherwise, Harry thought he would have found a hole in the ground and got into it.

After finishing washing up with a trance look, Harry changed into the dark-haired deacon's houseclothes, which were provided by the black-haired deacon, although he didn't know what the brand was, but he could judge that they must be very expensive just by looking at the texture, and asked casually, "What about my original clothes?" ”

"The garbage was inspected by Miss Opal and it was determined that it had no value for recycling and had been sent for destruction."

Then, I got this answer.

It turns out that the clothes he just got this holiday belonged to Dudley, which were said to be more popular styles three years ago, but in Opal's eyes, they don't even have recycling value?

Covering his face silently, Harry no longer knew where he should start complaining.

After following the black-haired deacon down the stairs on the other side of the hallway, Harry noticed that the direction they were walking did not seem to be the reception room they had seen last night. While he was wondering, the black-haired deacon spoke as if he fully understood his doubts: "Miss Opal is waiting for you in the morning hall. ”

Can he complain about the wide variety of halls in this castle?

Along the way, he met a number of servants in black and white squire and maid uniforms, and then Harria noticed that the standard of appearance of these servants was really not ordinarily high, but it seemed that the black-haired deacon who had been walking with him was of a higher status - otherwise those servants would not have looked respectful to him.

After walking through the long hallway, and finally standing in front of a floor-to-ceiling opaque glass door, the black-haired deacon knocked politely: "Miss Opal, Mr. Potter has woken up. ”

[Sebastian?] Let him in. ]

Then, a soft voice, already familiar to Opalnaharry, came from a crystal outside the glass door, [Then, let Charles come back to me for a while.] Also, be prepared to be early. ]

"Yes."

After pushing Harry open the door and motioning for him to enter, the black-haired deacon turned and left quietly.

[Harry?] ]

Then, as Harry stood in the doorway, hesitating to go in, Opal's voice came through the door again, "Won't you come in? ]

"Won't it bother you?"

Harry took a deep breath before entering the room after hearing the familiar voice, and felt dizzy again.

He once imagined what the so-called aristocratic life would be like, and he felt that living in such a luxurious castle, Opal, as a nobleman, should be leisurely at all times, maintaining a lazy and elegant demeanor that should belong to the aristocracy, drinking black tea and eating snacks, and then leisurely teasing his pets.

But it was clear that the current situation was somewhat unexpected for him.

In the room with a wide view of the green courtyard through the floor-to-ceiling windows that occupy most of the room, Opal, dressed in a simple silver-white casual dress that still gives people a luxurious feeling, is leaning against a soft couch with ...... Mountains of official documents.

[Good morning, it looks like you're well-rested.] ]

Opal, who had heard the footsteps and looked up from the file, glanced at Harry with blood-red eyes, and then turned back to the file in his hand, [Find a random place to sit down first, Sebastian should bring breakfast soon.] ]

"What are you doing?"

Complying with Opal's request, Harry sat down on a soft couch near her, and Harry couldn't help but wonder as Opal was working on the pile of papers that looked like they were enough to crush someone.

[As you can see, files in the processing family.] Wait a minute, it'll be over soon. ]

With that, Opal stopped the pen in his hand, and then put the last document in his hand on the pile of papers beside him, and complained, [There are so many things to deal with every day, and Miss Vivien is sincere.] ]

"Every day?!"

Harry could be said to be frightened - he had peeked at a document just now, but the words on it were not to be said, and his eyes were about to turn into mosquito coils after only two or three lines of content, and Opal even said that he had to deal with it every day?!

[yes.] No way, who let me get caught. ]

Shrugging his shoulders, Opal stretched, then smiled and held out his hand to Harry, [but this morning's share is basically done, and the afternoon's business will be discussed in the afternoon.] First of all, welcome to my family estate, Harry. ]

"Ah...... Hmmm......"

After a moment of froze before reacting, Hallileo reached out a little awkwardly and shook Opal's hand.

[poof...... Don't be nervous like this, right? ]

Noticing Harry's crampedness at the moment, Opal waved his hand casually, [I guess you'll be living here for a while, so you can't get used to it sooner.] ]

"Huh? Can I? ”

Harry was a little surprised.

[Anyway, there will be a few guys who will come over to eat and live later, and there will be no more than you.] If you just get together, you can also solve the holiday homework, and then just drop by to report to the school when the school starts. ]

Opal said it easily, but Harry was listening to it a little bit - although he knew it was true, but Opar, is it okay for you to say this kind of thing so directly?

[Ah, yes.] ]

Then, as if thinking of something, Opal smiled at Harry, [I've gone to the Ministry of Magic this morning, and I've taken care of the aftermath, so you don't have to worry about last night's events anymore.] ]

"That...... Thank you. ”

Because of the fright, Harry had already begun to drift his eyes at the moment.

What he had been worried about for a long time last night was solved by Opal's fluttering words? This feels really unreal......

[No thanks.] If it weren't for Nagini's argument this morning, I'd wait until you wake up to find out what happened. ]

As if Harry's reaction was amused, Opal's eyes narrowed a little with pleasure, [but I think I can quite understand what you did at the time, if my important person was so insulted, it would definitely be more than just a 'bloating charm' to solve the problem.] ]

"But...... After all, it's never right to attack Muggles as a wizard......"

Although he felt relieved by Opal's words, Harry still had a little uneasy conscience, "After all, there are Muggle Protection Laws and the like, won't it cause trouble?" ”

[That also depends on who is dealing with it.] If it's the Weasleys, or if you go to Headmaster Dumbledore, it might take a lot of work. ]

Opal smiled unabashedly at Harry, not at all blushing at his "abuses] [but it's just a letter to me.] ]

"Doesn't that affect you?"

[What is wrong with the corresponding strength corresponding to the corresponding obligation, and enjoying the rights that you can enjoy while fulfilling this duty?] ]

Opal replied to Harry's question in a natural tone.

“……”

Obviously it should be quite incorrect answer, why does it sound like even he has a sense of identity, bastard!

Harry, who felt that his outlook on life and values had been challenged like never before, looked at Opal in a daze at the moment, falling into unprecedented chaos.

"Miss Opal."

Fortunately, at this time, the door of the hall was pushed open again, and a young man who seemed to be only a little older than them, with short black hair and a pair of unilateral blindfolds blocking his right eye, walked in, "Sebas said you were looking for me?" ”

Hallileo looked at him curiously. The left eye that was revealed seemed to be the same red eyes as the black-haired deacon before, and his appearance could also be regarded as exquisite, but compared to the black-haired deacon who was always smiling, the young man in the same black uniform in front of him always had a tense face and looked a lot older.

But...... How old is he? Isn't that child labor?!

[Yes.] ]

Opal nodded, and then pointed to the documents that had been processed beside him, [These documents have been processed, and the subsequent assignment will trouble you.] If someone from the Ministry of Magic comes, you'll be greeted by Charles, so don't let them disturb me, you know? ]

"Understood."

Nodding, although his face was very delicate and cute, the young man who always had a tense face put down the newspaper in his hand, and with a serious face, he held up the pile of documents that were thick enough to kill people with one hand and turned away.

[By the way, I might have a few friends coming over today.] ]

Just as the boy was about to walk out of the room, Opal added, [Tell Sebastian to prepare the room and meals as I said last time.] The time is according to the normal schedule. ]

The black-haired boy nodded, and then exited the hall silently.

"These people are ......"

[The squire of Cappadocia Manor, the Charles you just saw and Sebastian you met before are the chief deacons here.] ]

As if sensing Harry's question, Opal smiled, [Although the manor here is nominally mine, it is the family's property. Because of the relationship between the head of the family, there are more visitors here than you might think. Two days ago, an elven prince of the Qiao family had just left. And if you had come early last night, you might have seen the Arthurian Heroic Spirits. ]

"Huh?"

Harry didn't understand it at all, but his attention was drawn to the newspaper in Opal's hand, "Daily Prophet? "Singing the Opposite"? ”

[Harry, you don't think you can't read newspapers as a nobleman, do you?] While I admit that the flow of information in the wizarding world is really inefficient, reading the newspapers helps to broaden your horizons. ]

After handing Harry the Daily Prophet in his hand, Opal's attention immediately turned back to the newspaper in his hand, [Sebastian should be delivered early later, you can bear with me a little longer.] ]

"Hmm......"

Harry, who didn't feel any hunger at all, looked at the newspaper in his hand, and then noticed a large front page photo of a man with a sunken face and tangled hair. He winked at Harry slowly, looking strangely familiar.

Then Harry noticed the name of the owner of the photograph marked next to it, "Cialis Black".

Harry remembered that he had seen a picture of this man in the newspaper near his house, and of course, he wouldn't move.

He then began to read the next reading:

Blake is still at large. 〗

The Ministry of Magic confirmed today that Cialis Black, who is believed to be the most notorious of the prisoners who have ever spent time at Azkaban Castle, has yet to be apprehended. 〗

"We're trying to recapture Blake. Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, said this morning, "We ask the wizarding community to remain calm. ”〗

Some members of the International Confederation of Wizards have criticized Fudge for not informing the Muggle Prime Minister of Black's fugitive. Fudge, who was easily enraged, said, "Oh, I had to do this, don't you know?" Blake is crazy. Anyone who encounters him is in danger, whether you are a wizarding or a Muggle. I was assured by the Prime Minister that he would not confide a word about Black's true identity to anyone. Let's face it -- if he says it, who will believe him? ”〗

Muggles are told that Blake is carrying a gun (a metal wand that Muggles use to kill each other), and the wizarding community fears a repeat of the massacre of a year ago, when Blake killed thirteen people with a single spell. 〗

Harry stared at Blake's blurred eyes in the photo, and in that sunken face, only those eyes seemed to be a little angry. Although he had never encountered a vampire, he had seen a picture of them in his Defence Against the Dark Arts class, and Blake had waxy white skin and looked like a vampire.

But for some reason, Harry looked at the man in the photograph without the disgust he had imagined - it was strange, he was a little confused by his own idea.

[What are you looking at?] ]

Opal's voice brought Harry back to his senses, "Ah, I'm looking at the headlines...... Does Opal know this man? ”

[Ciris Black?] ]

After following the direction of Harry's finger, Opal shrugged his shoulders, [Why don't you know?] He was the eldest son of the Black family, and he chose Gryffindor when he was supposed to enter Slytherin, but it caused an uproar in the aristocratic circle. ]

"The newspapers say he killed thirteen people......"

[What do you have to believe in what the newspapers say?] ]

Holding his chin, Opallo interrupted Harry a little rudely, "Harry, if I were to say that this Sirius was your father's best friend. Can you believe it? If I tell you that the official news declares that this Sirius is a true believer in Voldemort, would you believe it? Or maybe I actually found out about Siris' escape a year ago, and the Ministry of Magic didn't start publishing the news until now, would you believe it? ]

"Huh?"

Harry froze.

[Whether it is what I say or what is said in the newspaper, it is only a one-sided, whether it is true or not, it is up to you to judge.] ]

As he flipped through the newspaper, Opal seemed to be talking nonchalantly.

“…… Opal ......"

After a long silence, Harry took a deep breath.

[What?] ]

Raising his eyes, the confusion on Opal's face did not seem to be fake.

“…… Nothing ......."

With that gentle smile that was harmless to humans and animals, Harry suddenly felt that the idea that "Opal was actually playing with him" that had just appeared seemed to make no sense.

[？？？ ]

Tilting his head, Opal's confusion was palpable.

Fortunately, at this time, a servant pushed the dining cart in, planning for this slightly embarrassing situation. Harry, caught by breakfast, completely forgot to pay attention to something.

It's about what Opal calls "a few friends."

So, after lunch, he was about to go to the semi-open-air lounge in the castle courtyard that Opal had told him to continue his summer homework, when he ran into Draco, Pansy, and Blaise in the hallway unprepared.

For a moment, the thought of "getting Opal in for a repair" crossed Harry's head.

But when he saw that the trio seemed to be also struck by lightning, he suddenly felt ......

Ah, the mind is balanced......