"You're right—"

Lawrence's voice was hoarse, beads of sweat rolled down his gray sideburns, and his cheeks flushed with the beginning of a serious illness. In fact, it is.

But Lawrence's eyes brightened, and the aura of his mixed decay after experiencing the transformation of his mind was gone, and he was a little vigorous at such an age.

"You're right, Amosta--"

Lawrence repeated again, gazing deeply at Amosta as if looking at a treasure, "The important thing is . . . It's people! ”

Amosta smiled happily, he breathed a sigh of relief, and stood up from the bedside table,

"I'm glad you figured this out, Lawrence. So,"

Amosta looked at the old butler gently,

"Rest well, I'm leaving, and if you want to talk to me in the future, you can go to the Haas orphanage every year during the Christmas holidays, and I'm usually there during the Christmas holidays--"

Lawrence's gray eyes flashed with excitement, although there are only those days of vacation in a year, but Young Master Brian allowed him to go to the orphanage to find him, which is already very good, but, in a burst of excitement, remembering Young Master Brian's words just now, he showed surprise again,

"You're leaving!" Lawrence looked out the window in surprise.

Since the death of Lord Brian and the pawning of the family's assets, in order to save money, after midnight, all the street lights and lights in the courtyard have been turned off, and now the outside has been shrouded in a deep night, and only the neatly arranged weak lights on both sides of the path of the manor can be seen.

"Stay here for the night, Amosta, and we'll leave tomorrow."

Lawrence rolled over and got off the hospital bed, grabbed Amosta's wrist, and spoke earnestly.

Looking at Lawrence's pleading eyes, Amosta groaned.

On St. Mungo's side, Dumbledore is in charge of negotiating with Lady Longbottom, if Lady Longbottom does not agree in the end, then he has nothing to do, if he agrees, Dumbledore also needs some time to collect and sort out the memories related to Frank and Alice, and is not in a hurry to need him to intervene.

"Okay--"

In Lawrence's ardent anticipation, Amosta nodded, it was not an easy job to implant memories and reshape the personality of Muggles today, and the exhaustion it brought him was no less than a fierce battle, and he really needed a good rest.

"I'll prepare a room for you!"

The overjoyed Lawrence quickly took off his clothes from the hanger and prepared to go out, but the sudden motivation made Amosta unable to hold him.

"I'm not picky about where I sleep, Lawrence, any room."

Looking at Lawrence who flashed out the door, Amosta said helplessly, but his eyes were full of tenderness.

Half an hour later, Lawrence happily led Amosta to one of the most luxurious bedrooms in the manor, and after a little impatiently stuffed him into the room, he closed the door and left as if he was afraid that Amosta would refuse.

Oh, that's right!

Lawrence, who had left the room, remembered what had happened, but when he turned his head to look at the closed door that had not been opened again, he hesitated, but did not go back.

To be honest, Amosta didn't sleep very well this night, he was used to his marching bed at Hogwarts, and suddenly changed to a luxurious and soft bed, he was not very used to sleeping, and he was stared at by the shelf in the study connected to the bedroom, which was eight or nine points similar to himself in that row of photos, and the face from immaturity to vicissitudes of life, always felt a little twisted.

So the next day, when the morning light was faint and the birds were chirping, he had already sat up from the bed, ready to pack up and leave, but he looked out the door with a sideways face, and Amosta looked helpless.

The door was opened, and a young man was already waiting behind the door with a respectful face.

"I'm Thorn, Mr. Bryan!"

The young man bowed and said,

"Mr. Lawrence has instructed you to ask you, would you prefer to dine in the study, or in the dining room?"

"Let's go to the restaurant." Amosta said.

After following Sanker through the labyrinthine villa for five minutes, he reached a small hall on the top floor, with floor-to-ceiling windows on both sides, facing the newborn sunrise, which was supposed to be the owner's breakfast room and was not open to the public.

The table covered with velvet cloths, fresh bouquets and delicate cutlery was already on the table, and in the kitchen across the wall, Lawrence was still busy with the two remaining chefs in the manor, and Lawrence seemed to know that Amosta could not stay here for long, so before dawn he sent someone to buy fresh ingredients, intending to let Amosta enjoy a hearty breakfast.

This was a wish of the old butler, and Amosta did not refuse, but stood behind the glass curtain wall, quietly enjoying the morning scenery.

When Lawrence pushed the food cart into the small dining room, he saw Amosta standing there with his hands behind his back, his expression was in a trance, and his eyes were red.

"You look like you're recovering well, Lawrence." Amosta turned to look at the old butler and said with a smile.

"It's your luck for me."

Lawrence also said with emotion.

At Amosta's request, Lawrence also sat down at the table and enjoyed breakfast with him, but to Amosta's strange thing, when he asked Sank and the kitchen cook to come over for breakfast, Lawrence insisted that they leave, and he kept talking during the small talk during breakfast.

"I'm going to transform the manor, Amosta, into a welfare school, what do you think"

The fog in Amosta's mind lifted, and he understood the reason for Lawrence's apprehension.

"I don't have any opinion, Lawrence, you can do what you want."

Amosta said gently. But after thinking about it, he reminded again,

"I'm afraid there will be some obstacles to this matter, I know that the people who live nearby are high-ranking officials, and they may not agree to you to transform Bryan Manor into an academy, and I am afraid that the construction of the project will require a lot of money."

"There are still some valuable antiques and furnishings in the villa, and if these things are put up for auction, they should be able to pay for the renovation, and as for the neighbors in the vicinity, you are right, it is true that they may encounter their opposition, but I will come up with a proper plan to ensure that it does not disturb their lives."

Lawrence had long thought about how to solve these problems, and the only thing he had to worry about was Master Blaine's opinion, and when he heard that he did not object, Lawrence breathed a sigh of relief, but then, he pursed his lips again, and his eyes showed hesitation.

Converting the manor into a school wouldn't be so simple, but Amosta wasn't going to get involved, and since Lawrence said so, he must be certain in his mind.

"Amosta."

After hesitating for a while, Lawrence put down the cutlery in his hand, left his seat and walked quickly to the door, looked left and right a few times, and after not finding anyone eavesdropping, he shrank back and closed the door heavily.

Amosta didn't say anything, just watched the scene with a raised brow.

Back at the table, Lawrence took a few deep breaths, his eyes flashing with horror and fear.

Interesting –

Amosta thought faintly, what had happened that made Lawrence so scared? He realized that he was afraid that Lawrence wanted to see him in this way, and that he probably didn't just want to accept the estate as the heir to the Brian family.

"Do you remember the little boy you came with the last time you came to the manor?"

As if plucking up courage, Lawrence stared at Amosta's face tightly and lowered his voice,

"That's it. Oh, I think he had a scar on his forehead, and he was Vernon Dursley's nephew. ”

Click--

Amosta put down the silver fork and leaned back in his chair, his fingers crossed with an interesting smile,

"Harry Potter?"

"Oh, yes, that's the name, you said at the time, you taught him some self-defense skills, this kid,"

Lawrence held his breath and looked solemn,

"Are you still in contact with him? Is this kid in trouble? ”

(End of chapter)