The kitchen was restored to order and was shrouded in a strange atmosphere, and the Dursleys, who were the owners of the house, remained silent, sitting motionless at one side of the table, looking not at Harry, who was hurrying to tell the story of what had happened, but at Amosta, who was slowly dealing with an omelette.

When Harry mentioned that he was confused about whether any wizards had ever had cancer, Amosta put down his knife and looked up and said,

"No, Potter, wizards don't get that disease--"

"Why, Professor Bryan?"

Although he knew that Mr. Blaine was no longer a professor at Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts, Harry was still used to being called that, and in the face of Professor Blaine's answer, he showed confusion, "This disease..., I don't know about it, Professor, but I don't think it should be just because we're wizards..."

"It's because of magic."

Amosta swallowed the food in his mouth and said calmly,

"This involves the fundamental difference between wizards and Muggles, Potter, it is true that we are like Muggles, the cells in our bodies are diseased all the time, but we have a high concentration of magic in our bodies that Muggles do not have.

Magic is a very magical power, it is like a unique immune system that only exists in the body of a wizard, and when it perceives the natural evolution of diseases, the magic will spontaneously destroy the source of those diseases--"

Looking at Potter, who was unconsciously sitting upright, as if he was in class, Amosta smiled, and to be honest, despite Dumbledore's unpleasant 'teasing', he had a lot of fun during the first few months back at Hogwarts.

"--Most of the sources of disease that are not mixed with abnormal magic power cannot cause wizards to get sick, and in addition, magic power also has a weak effect on strengthening physical fitness, so you will find that as long as there is no illness or disaster, most wizards with high mana will basically live a long life."

"Just like Headmaster Dumbledore!"

Harry, who was still a little confused in his eyes, reacted immediately.

You're almost ready to compete with Rubeus Hagrid for Dumbledore's number one fan, Potter... Amosta rolled his eyes to himself, but nodded with a smile.

Aunt Penny, who was sitting opposite him, heard this, her eyes full of fear revealed a trace of imperceptible envy, and as the topic was derived, Uncle Vernon, who occupied almost half of the other side of the table, unconsciously clenched his fist hidden under the table, and his deliberately suppressed breathing slowly increased, and it seemed that he had reached the limit of patience.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that this young man, who exuded a very special temperament, had almost the same appearance as Mr. Blaine, he might have 'politely' asked him out a long time ago...

But at the mention of this, Uncle Vernon's heart rippled with confusion.

The man was supposed to be Mr. Blaine's son—it didn't take much wisdom for Uncle Vernon to judge for himself... It is possible that the eyes were inherited from his mother, but the facial features were almost exactly the same as the soft gray hair and the young Mr. Brian, and if they were not father and son, it would be confusing!

But Mr. Blaine has no heirs, which even Mr. Blaine's butler, Mr. Lawrence, has personally confirmed!

Uncle Vernon had spent most of his life at that rig company, and the family situation of every veteran employee in the company was clear, not to mention their immediate boss, Mr. Currad Blaine.

Could it be that Mr. Blaine has an illegitimate child whom even the faithful old butler Lawrence does not know?!

Uncle Vernon blinked his pig eyes, realizing that he had discovered the truth.

So since Mr. Blaine has no other children than this illegitimate child, why is it that he has been so sick that he has never thought of getting him back, after all, he has such a huge family business that no one inherits...

Looking at the young man who was enjoying Penny's breakfast and chatting with Penny's obnoxious nephew, Uncle Vernon turned his head around and quietly pondered the question.

Suddenly, Uncle Vernon's eyes widened and he held his breath and thought of a possibility!

From the conversation, it was clear that this man had been a professor for a while at the school that taught stealing, and that was to say that he must also be the kind of quirky and sensationalist person they hated so much!

And Mr. Bryan must have known this, and there is no doubt that Mr. Bryan is a decent man, so he will not admit and disclose that he has such a shameful illegitimate child until he dies, and he does not want to have anything to do with him!

Amosta, who seemed to be aware of it, casually looked at the change in his eyes, and Uncle Vernon was a little puzzled why the fat man who was confused and scared about himself just now suddenly showed a sense of superiority...

Also, the kid, who was almost a miniature version of him, had been holding his ass ever since he saw him... What is wrong with this..., could it be that someone has been persecuted to misunderstand me in some way...

"--I saw a picture in that drawing-room, it was..."

Harry paused, as if he was a little reluctant to confess his relationship with the Dursleys in front of Professor Blaine, just as the Dursleys had always considered it a shame to be related to him. ŴŴŴ.

"--It's a photo of all the employees of Uncle Vernon's company many years ago, and there is also the owner of this company on it..."

"And then you find out that the owner of that rig company looks almost exactly like me?"

Amosta, who was seven or eight minutes full, elegantly wiped the grease at the corners of her mouth with a napkin, and nodded gratefully at Aunt Penny,

"Your cooking is amazing, Ms. Penny, I haven't had such a delicious breakfast in a while."

Aunt Penny, who had been appreciated, didn't show any emotion related to happiness, she pursed her lips and looked down at the plates, although she couldn't wait to get this man out, even though he might have a lot of relationship with the owner of Vernon's company, but she just didn't dare to say a word.

"So, how is he at the moment, I mean, Curad Blaine."

Harry wasn't surprised that Professor Blaine would care about the physical condition of the owner of Uncle Vernon's company, and he was surprised that Professor Blaine mentioned the tone of the name, which was a... The casual, indifferent tone is like discussing a stranger who has little to do with you!

"It's bad, Professor, at any time..."

Harry didn't say any more, but he was confident that Professor Bryan understood what he meant.

Looking at Professor Blaine, whose eyes were hard to see, Harry hesitated for a moment and asked,

"You know..., I mean, you already knew about this Mr. Courad Blaine, Professor..., because, I don't think you're surprised?"

Amosta breathed a sigh of relief, leaning back in his chair and looking up at the spotless ceiling, his fingers tapping on the table in a dull, oppressive thud.

"Yes, I know."

After a while, Amosta nodded and answered the question, "I have known about the existence of this Mr. Kurad Bryan for a long time. ”

"But... I heard Hagrid say that you... Growing up in an orphanage? ”

Harry asked, dumbfounded, opening his mouth.

"That's right, Potter."

Amosta looked down at Harry and smiled in a deep, incomprehensible way.

"It's true that I grew up in an orphanage, and the two things don't conflict at all, do they?"









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