So Harry came to Ao's house for a tour, and by the way, he had a home-cooked routine with Slytherin student Lala......

Suddenly, I found that the original text seemed to have been changed by me......

It's embarrassing

By the way, if you are interested, you can guess the name of the black-haired deacon, and then I'm starting to mess around again, embarrassing......

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Gold Coin 7 (Reversed): Uneasy.

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Magnolia Crescent Street, England

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Harry sat on a low wall on Magnolia Crescent Street, resting quietly at his feet with his books, birthday presents, and a few ordinary clothes changes, while on the other side was the cage containing Hedwig.

He was now a few blocks away from Dursley's house, and Harry was out of breath from exhaustion as he had been dragging boxes all the way before. And although he sat quietly on the edge of the low wall, his anger had not subsided, and his heart was still beating violently.

I don't regret it.

He said to himself.

Harry still doesn't regret the fact that Aunt Maggie, who had slandered his parents, had used magic to blow her up.

Originally, he thought that if he endured it enough to endure it enough to go back to Hogwarts, but now that he had officially cast his magic and seriously undermined the Decree Restricting the Use of Magic by Minors, Harry felt that he was almost certain to be expelled from Hogwarts.

At the thought of this, Harry shuddered and looked left and right at Magnolia Crescent Street. Although the Ministry of Magic has not moved at the moment, it is not clear when someone will suddenly come out of nowhere to arrest him, and what will happen to him at that time? What would Ron and Hermione think of him?

Although Harry was certain that Ron and Hermione would be able to help him whether he was a criminal or not, the letters they sent knew that they were both abroad now, and that Hedwig had flown away in the commotion just now, and that he couldn't get in touch with them at all.

The thought of this made Harry's mood even lower. Then, in a sudden thought, he hurriedly opened his suitcase and rummaged through it, until at last he pulled out the amethyst bat brooch from the corner of the pillowcase that had been stuffed into it—Merlin blessed him with him in the midst of all his panic.

With the mentality of a dead horse being a live horse doctor, Harry pulled the suitcase and cage in one hand and the brooch in the other, and said loudly, "Cappadocia! ”

Then, suddenly, he felt something hook on his navel, and immediately his feet flew off the ground......

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Cappadocia Estate, England

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After his feet hit the ground, Harry thought for a moment that he was in the wrong place—the building he saw was clearly a castle on a par with Hogwarts.

He landed on the side of the fountain in front of the main entrance, where a statue of Venus, the goddess of beauty, carved from white marble, standing on a shell, held a rose-patterned stone bottle, from which a steady stream of clear water flowed down and fell into the pool.

The fountain pool is surrounded by wide stone paths that can be cared for, and the surrounding jungle is planted with verdant holly and cedars. There seemed to be a faint smell in the air, but Harry couldn't figure out what it was.

The fountain pool faced the main entrance of the castle, and the magnificent castle stood lonely and lonely, and at the end of the smooth stone steps was a gate about two people high, and the walls around it were covered with green vines, and the signs of weathering could be seen in the vines.

These all tell the vicissitudes of time, and intuitively make people feel depressed and realize the long time.

Maybe it's a castle from the same time as Hogwarts.

Harry had this idea.

Then he felt a little cramped, and when he looked down at himself, Harry realized that he was wearing just a crumpled homely dress, and his hair was uncombed and disheveled—as if he didn't fit in with the castle manor in front of him.

Just when Harry was a little daunted, the main entrance of the castle opened silently, and a handsome man in a black deacon's uniform walked out, with short black hair and red eyes, and when he saw Harry, who was a little embarrassed, he walked straight over.

"Is that Mr. Potter?"

His voice was very steady and steady, and his expression was very peaceful, and he didn't seem to have any extra thoughts because of Harry's clothes, and he was polite and polite.

"Ah...... Yes. That ......"

Harry scratched at his hair and replied with some uneasiness.

"Because you're late in tonight, Miss Opal has already gone to sleep."

After taking the suitcase and cage at Harry's side, the deacon bowed and said, "If it's convenient, please come with me to the guest room to rest." Okay? ”

“…… Ah, that...... I'll leave it to you. ”

Harry nodded hurriedly, feeling uncomfortable, and followed the deacon into the castle.

As soon as he entered the door, Harry felt that he was not very strong under his feet, and when he looked down, he realized that there was a thick red velvet carpet on the walkway in the castle that started from the main gate. Harry hesitated for a moment - he knew how dirty his shoes were.

"Mr. Potter?"

As if seeing that Harry hadn't followed, the black-haired deacon turned to look at him, "Is there any problem?" ”

"That...... Don't you need to change your shoes? ”

Harry turned his head to look at the door, the dirt on his shoes was clearly staining the red velvet carpet in the doorway.

"The house-elves will take care of the cleanup."

The corners of the black-haired deacon's mouth seemed to hook slightly, but his voice remained the same as a layer of politeness, "If you need to change your shoes, please follow me to the reception room first." ”

"Okay......

Harry, who felt that he was wrong for what he had said, immediately chose to keep silent and continued to walk with the black-haired deacon.

Passing through the atmospheric and golden hall, the silver-haired deacon led Harry to the reception room near the doorway in the hall to change his shoes, and then the black-haired deacon pushed Harry's suitcase and cage into the passage of what was supposed to be the luggage room.

"Do you need a late-night snack, or do you want to rest first?"

In response to the black-haired deacon's inquiry, Harry just waved his hand, "You don't have to have a late-night snack, I think...... Rest first. By the way, when will Opal wake up? ”

"Miss Opal wakes up every morning about six o'clock, does Mr. Potter need someone to wake you up?"

"If you can, by all means!"

"Okay."

The black-haired deacon nodded, then bowed to Harry, who had already changed his shoes, "Then, please follow me." The location of the rooms is in this direction. ”

Harry let out a breath and followed the black-haired deacon out of the reception room, then up the long handrail staircase in the hall to the second floor.

Although it is not visible from the outside, the interior of the castle is brightly lit, the surrounding walls are covered with pale gold and brown vine patterned wallpaper, the wall skirts are purple and brown wooden planks with a faint fragrance, and the ceiling is surrounded by delicately patterned plaster edging of the same color with gold patterns, and the magical light like natural light emanates from the crystal lamps hanging from the ceiling, illuminating everything around.

On the surrounding walls, there are either frescoes, tapestries, or elaborate ornaments, or heraldic patterns that Harry doesn't recognize, or inactive portraits with a strong sense of history.

The black-haired deacon led Harry to a room around the corner of the corridor on the left side of the second floor, and then pushed the door open: "Mr. Potter, this is your room, please shake the bedside bell if you need anything." Someone will wake you up early tomorrow morning. So...... Good dreams. ”

"Ah...... Ok, thank you ......"

Harry, who had never been treated so politely, replied in a daze, and waited until the black-haired deacon disappeared from the corner of the hallway before he came back to his senses and walked into the room.

“…… Hmm, how to say that...... This is the first time I have realized that Opal is indeed a noble student......"

To Harry's surprise, the main tone of this room turned out to be a golden-red décor similar to that of the Gryffindota dormitory at Hogwarts, which was somewhat familiar and really relaxed Harry's tense nerves.

He was curious to look around the somewhat familiar and yet completely unfamiliar room - first he found the call bell placed on the wall of the bedside table. Then his eyes moved to the large bed with a suspended ceiling that seemed to be enough for three people.

Unlike the worn-out hardwood bed at Dursley's house, the large bed covered with layers of gauze tents looks very soft on the light, and if you sleep on it, you will definitely have a good night's sleep, right?

Harry looked away from the bed, and in the window of the room was a wooden desk with a finely crafted wooden desk, and on the side was a five-tiered bookcase of homogeneous content, which contained about three floors of hardcover books, and two floors of delicately crafted items. On the wall facing the bed, there is a dynamic seaside landscape painting that seems to be magical, and just looking at the ebb and flow of the tide on the screen makes you feel very cool.

After staring at the landscape for a long time, Harry looked away and continued to look around the room.

There are not many decorations in the room, although the main tone is gold and red, but it does not make people feel too dazzling, but has a kind of restrained and calm that is extremely luxurious in a low-key way.

The so-called ...... The heritage of the aristocracy, right?

Harry, who was facing him like this, suddenly thought of the performance of Plain Opal and couldn't help but shake his head.

It was only at this time that he truly realized that Opal was in fact a nobleman like Draco and the others, and that he was not born from the same world as him as a commoner.

But...... So what?

Thinking like this, Harry secretly clenched his fists.

From the time he can remember to the present, Opal has never looked down on his background or anything, and has had a very ordinary attitude towards him from the beginning, treating him as a normal person, not a so-called "savior". Harry felt that Opal genuinely regarded him as a friend.

At the very least, be worthy of the friendship that Opal has giving.

Harry thought so, and then opened the closet on the wall side of the room by the door, and then found some black lines in it that there were silk pajamas and some home shirts that looked like they were high-end - and who could tell him that these pajamas that looked like his size, how the hell did Opal prepare them?!

After picking up a set of pajamas, Harry was stunned for a moment, then turned around and walked into the bathroom on the other side of the room, where he took a good shower, put the changed clothes in the bathroom changing basket, changed into pajamas and walked out.

After sinking into the large bed, Harry stared at the ceiling of the bed.

He remembered what had happened before he came to the castle manor of Opal.

I wonder if those people from the Ministry of Magic will chase after here, and if they will cause trouble for Opal when the time comes......

Sure enough, when I see Opal tomorrow, I want to talk to her first, right? If it's going to cause trouble, he'd better get out of here, right?

{Is it Harry?} }

Just as Harry was about to fall asleep, he heard an unexpected noise.

The voice, he remembered......

{Nagini?!} }

After getting up from the bed in a hurry, Harry looked at a certain snake swimming out of the bathroom in a daze, {What are you doing...... Uh, are you Opal's pet? }

{Miss?} Well, that's kind of ah......}

Swimming up the bedpost, Nagini seemed to be happy to spit out the letter, {I heard the young lady say that you might come, but I didn't expect to come so soon.} In addition to the lady and the adult, it would be nice to have one more person to talk to......}

{Adult?} }

Harry was slightly stunned for a moment, and asked with some uncertainty, {Is it Opal's elder?} }

{Huh?} Sort of. Miss is the ...... who was taken care of by adults}

Nagini replied nonchalantly, and then crossed in front of Harry, {How long is Harry going to stay here this time, until school starts?} }

{if...... Nothing troublesome to say. }

Harry smiled wryly, "But I'm afraid it's just a wish.} }

{What happened?} Let's hear it. }

Nagini looked so gossip that Harry couldn't help but laugh, and he told Nagini what had happened before he arrived.

{So that woman deserved it...... Humans are always so self-righteous. }

Wagging the tip of his tail, Nagini was very pertinent in his assessment, and then turned back to Harry, {So, is Harry worried about the Ministry of Magic?} }

{Because I'm breaking the rules, aren't I?} }

{Well, this kind of thing is just a small thing.} }

As for Harry's worries, Nagini said in a relaxed tone, {There are young ladies and adults, there will be absolutely no problems, don't worry Harry.} }

Harry fell silent for a moment - although he had vaguely the idea of such a possibility, he still had a feeling of discomfort after Nagini actually said it.

Between the nobles and the commoners, what rights are enjoyed...... Is it true that the gap is unavoidable?

It's not that he will have any bad thoughts about Opal because of this, but this vague psychological imbalance can only be figured out by himself after all.

{Well, it's getting late, so Harry, go to bed early.} I'll call you tomorrow morning. }

At this time, Nagini also seemed to notice the problem of time, and after shaking the tip of his tail, he stretched out his head and licked Harry's face, {Rest well, you will find that there will be no problems when you wake up.} }

{Okay, see you tomorrow.} }

After saying so, Harry watched as Nagini swam out of his bed before disappearing into the bathroom.

I don't know if it's because of the relationship that he has talked to people and vented his frustrations, but in short, Harry feels that his mood is unexpectedly relaxed now.

The Ministry of Magic or something, it doesn't seem to be a problem anymore.

Tomorrow will be a beautiful day...... Right?

Harry, who had made up his mind to have a good chat with Opal tomorrow, fell into a sweet dark sleep much faster than he expected......