- To Harry, who is bound to have a bloody plague this semester.

- Hello

- The great Redeemer, has he forgotten me!

- Oh! I'm sorry, but maybe the romantic atmosphere of Paris and the free flowers have influenced me and made me more straight.

Speaking of which, I've been in France for three weeks now.

You know?

Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in France is much better than Hogwarts!

People talk nicely and look good, especially the student council president, oh! I like him so much, he challenges me seven times in a week, seven times!!

I beat him up seven times with deep affection!

Every time I beat him, I feel a lot better.

Parisians are really passionate!

But there seems to have been some accidents lately.

He stopped challenging me, probably provoked by Miss Granger.

Or maybe he found out that his goddess actually likes girls?

It's tragic enough.

- I'm studying alchemy in Paris, France, and Nicolame, and Charms with Professor Dumbledore. Ay! Excellent students just have so many troubles.

I envy you for that, oh—no, it's Justin, his empty head is worth a fortune.

Because it is brand new, it has not been used.

- Everything is good in Paris, except that sometimes I suddenly miss the little wizards at Hogwarts.

Although Beauxbatons is much prettier than Hogwarts. But their little wizards weren't persevering enough, so I beat them up and they stopped, and it was boring enough.

It's still the little wizards of Hogwarts, it's solid, and it's the most durable.

- Finally, about Sirius, oh! He's your father!

Godfather is also a father!

Ay! Surprised, surprised, not surprised, you still have a father!

We were old roommates, and when we were in Azkaban, my big brother Black and I talked and laughed and were each other's confidants.

Do you know?

He once told me that if he had a son or something, he would definitely consider me a godfather.

Hey—at first, I tried every means to refuse, but you, Godfather, my eldest brother, insisted on recognizing this family. You know, I'm new to Azkaban, I'm unfamiliar, weak, helpless and pitiful, and I need a big brother in prison on the list, Harry, you must forgive me! I couldn't reach my thighs with my arms, so I had to agree.

So.

Remember to change your name in the next letter!

Oh! And one more thing, I-we, (I'm me, Granger is Granger) probably (I will, she doesn't have to.) will be back in the UK in the last week of the summer holidays, and we can meet at the Leaky Cauldron.

One more thing, Ron should have been back in the UK and asked him to keep an eye on his rats, who were a bit busy last term and forgot to roast the gopher

Alright, that's it, good night, I'm going to lay down in the ass chair in Beauxbatons for a while by myself.

Oh! I almost forgot, there was one more thing.

Friendly reminder (this article is free) You should hurry up and learn the Patronus Charm. Trust me, this will be very useful to you.

- I have books related to learning the Patronus Charm, and ten Galleons will be mailed to you immediately, rest assured that it is still the same, and you won't get your money back!

- Your fourth best friend.

Owen Sanchez.

Written in the South of France, Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Library.

After reading the letter, Harry's first feeling was speechless.

It's so stinky and shameless, he hasn't seen a second one except Owen.

Secondly, this is the reaction.

Aside from those Owen show-offs, that Sirius turned out to be his godfather?

Oh, my God!

He also has a godfather!

But, auntie, she never told me.

Oh—yes, she hated the wizarding world so much that she certainly wouldn't tell him about a wizarding godfather.

Oh my god - Harry jumped up from his chair in excitement.

He had a godfather and was a wizard, so could he move out of the Dursleys?

Live like a real wizard.

But

Suddenly, he became negative again, because the newspaper clearly printed a picture of Sirius, a prisoner, and possibly even a Death Eater!

His parents were killed by Voldemort, but his godfather was a Death Eater?

This—Harry instinctively felt the smell of conspiracy.

You should ask someone to ask clearly, and you will never be able to guess the result.

But who can you turn to?

As he spoke, he glanced down at Owen's letter.

Gotta send another letter!

Harry sat back down, took a quill from his chest, filled it with ink, and wrote the first words on a brand new piece of parchment.

—To the Dark Lord of Hufflepuff.

I have received your letter.

I envy you for being able to go to the French Academy of Magic.

You know, I live on the second floor of the Dursleys house, and there's only a small window where the sun shines.

I really envy you for being able to travel freely.

You've made a lot of friends, right?

I hope you won't forget my old friend.

Oh! By the way, what else do you know about Sirius, about why he was locked up in Azkaban?

(Also, I'm very willing to learn about the new spell, the Patronus Charm.) ）

——————

After sending the letter, all Harry had to do was wait.

The days passed.

In Diagon Alley, I don't know when many Hogwarts students began to appear, many of whom were still Harry's acquaintances.

For example: Seamus Finigan and his friend Dean Thomas in one of their dormitories.

They came across the Quidditch Boutique.

Although Harry lacked nothing after receiving the gift package of supplies that Erwin had squeezed from Malfoy in his second year.

He's got everything you need for Quidditch!

But—that's a firebolt!

Fire crossbow arrows!!

What boy can resist the temptation of a fire bolt?

To that end, Harry, along with Seamus Finigan, Dean Thomas, and Neville Longbottom, lay out of the window and admired the jewel as a work of art for several days.

Until there were more people in their window-cleaning team.

"It's beautiful!"

Ron rested his head on the glass display case, his eyes staring directly at the broom that exuded deadly temptation!

"It's—"

There is no price tag for the firebolts.

Its display case says that the price is negotiable.

But, if you think with Spotted's few toes, you can know that the price of a firebolt would be enough to bankrupt their family—not even enough to buy a tenth.

"Maybe~" Suddenly, another thought popped into Ron's head.

Last summer, they tricked Malfoy ruthlessly.

Isn't it also this year?

"Don't think about it, it's expensive to death, and it's useless to buy it!"

"Merlin's beard!" The sudden appearance of Owen startled Ron.

"Where did you come from?"

"Any door!" Owen gave Ron a blank look and said arrogantly.

Fools don't understand what wonderful alchemy is.

- Nick's door, he's really hot-eyed.

As for Nick's anchor in Diagon Alley, he wasn't surprised. After all, he lived for more than 600 years, and the road he traveled was estimated to be saltier than the salt he had ever eaten.

Ron listened confused, "What any door?" ”

"It's a door that can take you anywhere in the world, hey! You don't understand it, the rusty brain makes it impossible for you to understand something so profound. Anyway, it's a lot of portkeys together, well-huh-that's what you mean! Owen mocked.

And Harry on the side heard the sound, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly!

Right! That's the smell!

This is definitely Owen himself, not the impostor who drank the polyjuice decoction.

"Where's Hermione? Isn't she in Beauxbatons with you? Then Harry looked left and right, there were a lot of students and parents coming and going, but he didn't see Hermione.

"Heh—copy the book again." As he spoke, a cruel smile gradually appeared on the corner of Owen's mouth.

Harry and Ron watched and a kind of young wizard present with a chill down their spines.

"There are probably dozens of more copies, and it is estimated that she should finish copying them a week after the start of school."

Huh——

Owen shrugged his shoulders, his face as usual, with a mocking smile.

"Whew~"

There was a lot of humidity in the air, and it looked like it was going to rain.

Or it's already raining, it's just that the rain bands haven't arrived in London yet.

The weather in the UK is like this, with very few sunny days and a long rainy season.

But Owen loves rainy days, because the rain washes away the surface of something, something.

The trip to Paris was very rewarding for Owen, and Nick trusted him and told him many hidden magical secrets. And gave him some alchemical items.

Maybe he can't use those things, knowledge, and information at the moment, but what they store is wealth.

As for what happened in Beauxbatons.

What does all this have to do with him?

Was it while he was working, and Hermione was lazy?

Or maybe it was Fleur who snatched Hermione, which made him angry?

Hehe- stop making a fuss, dear.

He can use the Celestial Mind to separate the person in Bella's deepest and most attached heart from her feelings, and how can he be affected by those boring erotic tricks.

The only thing that disturbed Fleur was him.

Her charm seems to have the possibility of grafting away the branches and vines she cultivated.

Just as Voldemort knew that he had stripped Bella of his feelings for him, of course he would be furious.

One week he experienced betrayal, and the second week from the first time he boarded the Hogwarts Express, and the first time he saw Harry, Owen began to quietly weave a cobweb.

Profit is always stupid, man! He will do his best for what he believes in.

So sometimes, you have to be a little bit of a fool, or a little frivolous.

Because then people think that you are flawed and can be approached.

Perfection is awe-inspiring, and only flaws build bonds.

Speaking of which, he can also weave Fleur into this cobweb of human affection. Well, not now.

"Boom" Above the gloomy sky, a thunderclap sounded. Then the people in Diagon Alley couldn't help but speed up their steps.

"It's going to rain."

(End of chapter)