Daughter?

Brandi was a little at a loss for a moment, he looked at the middle-aged man in a fancy dress in the corner in a daze, trying to connect the tall and thin guy in front of him with the Pettier sisters.

It was a tall, thin wizard with a light complexion and distinctly Aryan features like the Petyr sisters, and looked not much different from Brandy. He had fluffy, gray-gray hair and elusive eyes that looked like two dark tunnels. That shrewd and sleek temperament Brandi seems to have only seen in one person.

Such a guy...... Could it be the father of Sister Petyer?

But he didn't run to Kailash to find a way to save his eldest daughter, what a daze he came to his youngest daughter's bedroom!

At this moment, countless questions exploded in his mind like fireworks. made Brandi not know what to say for a while:

The current situation is so abnormal, Padma in bed has no intention of waking up until now, no matter how you look at it, it looks like she has been knocked unconscious by a spell; A father whose daughter is on the verge of death doesn't seem to care about her safety, but stays in the manor to stop the classmates who want to save people; And what did he just say...... Letter?

He already knew we were coming?

At this time, the wizard spoke.

"I guess you don't understand what I'm doing right now, Mr. Patton. However, I do not expect your understanding. He sat on the couch, playing with his beautiful wand, and the smile on his face was still the same, as if it were a muscle response formed by a thousand exercises.

He looked at Brandi, who was tense all over, "I advise you not to be so nervous, for me, you and your two friends downstairs are just special guests tonight." And the Petill family has never been in the habit of harming guests. ”

"Guest?" Brandi glared, "You just said the Disarming Charm to me, Mr. Petyer. ”

"That's just some of the measures necessary to keep you to be here for a day, and I think it's my duty to help my daughter take care of her friends." Mr. Petyer's smile grew hollow, and he snapped his fingers, and with a pop, a house-elf wearing an old pillowcase appeared next to his couch.

Brandi noticed that the elf, which appeared to be female, seemed to have punished herself not long ago, and its hands were covered in bandages.

"Carve, it's a little cold, please help me bring the two little guests downstairs to the room to warm up, I don't want the Petil family to fall into the notoriety of neglecting guests." He said slowly.

The elf named Carf turned his head to look at Brandi who was standing beside the bed, and then disappeared with a pop - and soon, the roar of some beast and the screams of Harry Ron could be heard downstairs, and the brilliance of magic was particularly conspicuous in the dark manor, and they seemed to be on fire with something, and they were completely defeated in a matter of seconds.

With another thud, the elf Carf teleported back, holding two wands in its hand, and placed them in Mr. Petier's hands. Behind the elves, Harry and Ron fell limply to the floor, strapped with glowing magical ropes - they had been sent here too.

"What the hell are you trying to do, Mr. Petyer!"

Harry and Ron stopped struggling, their eyes glaring and looking around, their expressions full of confusion as they saw Padma unconscious.

"Padma? Brandi, what's going on? ”

Brandi didn't respond to Ron, his angry voice echoing through the room, "We're not thieves stealing in the middle of the night, we're here to help you - you know that!" But if you don't help, forget it, why do you want to obstruct us personally! ”

The smile on Mr. Patil's face retracted slightly.

"Mr. Barton, you may have caught a cold and are a little burnt." He said dryly. "Should I get you some pumpkin juice, Cave-"

"Confused?" Brandi laughed angrily, and he interrupted Mr. Patil in a violent manner. That perfunctory and wavering tone left Brandi with a volcano about to erupt in his chest.

What is the answer? We made our way to India and found Padma at Petyer Manor, and if we could get to the Holy Mountain with the Polyjuice Potion, Parvati would probably be rescued unharmed!

We are the ones who will fight against the Indian Ministry of Magic, we will be the ones who will pretend to be Parvati as a sacrifice, and we will be the ones who will face a nine-headed monster when the time comes! You Petyr family don't have to take any risks and responsibilities at all!

But the result? We're going to be stopped here by her real father!

"Did you just want to watch Parvati get eaten in the first place?" He yelled.

As soon as he finished speaking, a scream of pain suddenly came from the room, and the elf Carf seemed to be strongly stimulated by what Brandy said, and began to sob, and at the same time slammed desperately against the wall—large tears slipped from its eyes, soaking the pillowcase wet. Mr. Patil had to reach out and pull it off the wall.

"Get out of here, idiot! There's no need for you to make any more mess here! His face finally twisted. Go back to your room and go to Kaf! Otherwise, you will know what you will face! ”

His words had an immediate effect, and Cave stopped sobbing, but her thin body was still shaking. It gave Brandi another sad look, then shook its head desperately and disappeared from the room.

"Okay, okay...... Looks like you know more than I think, and you shouldn't say it. He looked up, his face shifting between annoyance and confusion for a moment, but he quickly made up his mind and changed back to his old slow and logical appearance. Kailash's secrets are known only to the direct members of the six Brahmin families and to a handful of people in the Department of Mythological Biocontrol of the Chinese Ministry of Magic, and I don't think you are qualified to dabble in India's thousand-year-old secrets. ”

"That's a shame, we've already covered it." Brandi said angrily, "Because our friend is about to be sent to face the nine-headed monster alone, and we can only stay here and listen to her father pretend to be crazy and stupid!" ”

"Heh... Method in my madness... I'm sorry for that. But don't worry, I think you'll soon forget about these unpleasant ones. Patil smiled stiffly and showed them the wand in his hand, "Including Parvati, I hope—"

Mr. Patil stopped suddenly, and his gaze moved to the door, where there was a creaking and grinding sound, and the bedroom door slowly opened on its own. All four of them, including Harry and Ron on the ground, were looking at the door. Patil stood up, tied up Brandi with a rope bondage charm, and walked to the door, looking out into the hallway.

There seemed to be the sound of him talking to someone in Hindi.

"No ......?"

After a while, he turned back and locked the door again, his expression still confused.

At this point, Brandy's words interrupted his thoughts, "Mr. Petier," he was furious, "you just said you forgot... Are you going to say the Oblivion Curse to us?! ”

"This is the best way I can think of to protect you and keep your secrets, Mr. Patton, I've been refraining myself from doing this, but you know too much." He returned to the couch and sat down, "As long as you forget everything about the Holy Mountain and Parvati, things will be much easier." I'm sure Padma, who has come to her senses, wouldn't mind inviting her friends over for a day at the estate. ”

"What did you do to Padma?" Brandi was incredulous, "You also used the Oblivion Charm on her to make her forget her sister?" ”

"Not yet, but I'm thinking about it before you come in." "By the way," said Mr. Petyer, "it is not my work that she is the way she is, and although I am indeed an incompetent father, I am not so ruthless as to chant a spell on my daughter." ”

"If it's not you, who else would there be?" Harry yelled, "Can she still pass out on her own?" ”

"I guess it's exactly what you think, you're Mr. Potter." He snorted and continued, "Don't think that Padma doesn't usually think that she is an indifferent person, her heart is much more fragile and sensitive than yours, and it is normal to be shocked like this all of a sudden, and use some little tricks to shield yourself from her pain. ”

"Impact?" The three of them looked at each other.

After confirming that the few young wizards in front of him were destined for amnestics, Mr. Pettier no longer seemed to be as secretive as he had been.

"Yes, impact." He grinned, "After all, not everyone can stay calm enough after a wizard duel that has gambled on life and death - especially if the opponent is still their own sister." ”

"You bastard!!!!"

Brandi roared, and he rushed forward angrily. He forgot that he was bound by ropes, his hands could not move, and that he was only twelve years old, while the other party was an adult wizard with a wand held aloft. He just wanted to rush over as much as he could, to smash this bastard father to pieces, as if only in this way would the anger and grief in his heart be slightly lessened.

But Mr. Patil would not even give him such an opportunity.

"There are many obstacles." He whispered.

Brandi's movements froze, as if he had hit an invisible wall. He staggered backwards and fell to the ground.

"Very nice look, Mr. Barton, I'm starting to like you a little." Mr. Patil said, stretching his arms lazily. "But just like you and I am in the same situation as I am now, in the face of absolute power and authority, any calculation and resistance will be useless, and it will only make you suffer more when you lose your mind."

Brandi struggled to sit up from the ground, still trembling with anger, but—what Mr. Pettier had just said, it seemed that there was something in the words?