409 Antony Court

409 Antony Court

Harry lay on the ground, trying to hear even a little bit of sound in the silence.But he is indeed a human being.No one is watching him, or anyone else here.Even he wasn't entirely sure he was here.

A long time passed, but it was probably only a moment, and an idea appeared in his mind: he must live.This thought was more real than any other thought, because he was lying down, really lying down, his body still had touch, and the thing he was lying on also really existed.

Then Harry opened his eyes and found that he could still see.

There is bright sunshine above the head, and a warm land under the feet.

When Harry stood up straight, he found himself in an old alleyway, with only a huge chimney visible in the distant sky.

This chimney gave Harry an inexplicable familiar feeling. He suddenly remembered that it belonged to Spider End Alley - it was also the place where his father, Severus Snape, lived. Harry had been here personally. , in order to find traces of where his parents had lived, but he finally discovered that Snape's childhood was full of misfortunes.

But there are still some differences.

Harry noticed that he appeared in front of a building with the words "Anthony Court" written on the door plate, but he was very sure that there was no Anthony Court in Spider End, at least not when he came back here again. Saw it.

But there was no one around, and Harry couldn't find anyone to question.

So why not go in and take a look?

Harry suddenly thought, so he did just that.

Pushing the door open with both hands, Harry walked into the hall on the first floor of Anthony Courtyard. He immediately saw a picture frame hanging on the wall. The picture showed an old man with a kind smile.

Harry did not recognize this old man, but he guessed that this was Mr. Anthony.

After staring at the photo for a while, Harry looked around carefully again. The cleaning tools were neatly placed in the corner of the hall, and there were many handicrafts. Even the handwriting on the registration register was in good shape.

Antony Court looked like a very neat place, but Harry still didn't see anyone.

He flipped through the roster twice and put it back, then he noticed the stairs on the other side.

Will anyone be waiting for him up there?

Harry couldn't help but think so.

But who could it be?That Mr. Anthony whom I have never met?

Harry walked up the stairs, his footsteps echoing alone throughout the building.

Harry opened the doors of one room after another - some rooms were dormitories, and some rooms were kitchens and dining areas. Harry even found a small classroom with some things he had never seen placed on the desk. Judging from the layout of the Muggle children's books I have seen, it looks like the students have just left the classroom, but now they have disappeared.

Finally, an increasingly confused Harry stopped in front of the last unopened door.

With a slight sound, Harry pushed the door open.

This was the most luxurious room he had ever seen in the entire Antony Court, and Harry even saw a wine cabinet.

The flowers on the windowsill are in full bloom.

Harry shifted his gaze and saw the man watering the flowers.

"Does your head still hurt? You're probably not feeling well after you hit yourself like that. Is there anything you want to share?"

Karan poured appropriate water into the last flower pot. After completing these daily habits, he slowly turned his head and looked at Harry, who was still in a daze, with a smile.

"Stop standing there stupidly, just find a sofa and sit down."

Karan thought to himself and suggested: "Maybe you should have a drink, it can make you feel more relaxed, especially after you just--"

As he spoke, he gestured with his fingers like a pistol, pointed it at his head and made a "bang" sound.

Harry walked stiffly to a sofa and sat down. His mind went blank until Karan handed a glass of dark brown whiskey into his hand——

"Bah! Bah!"

The strong taste brought Harry back to his senses. He took several sips and placed the cup far away on the coffee table, as if he never wanted to touch it again.

"Karan, you... you..."

After realizing that all this was true, Harry asked in disbelief: "Are you dead too? Are we in hell? Or some other place?"

"If possible, I would prefer heaven or eternal life."

Karan said slowly, he waved his hand gently, and all the stains on the floor disappeared.

Then he picked up the whiskey bottle and said to himself: "Is it so bad to drink? I think the principal and Mr. Anthony enjoyed it quite a lot."

Karan looked like he wanted to try it. He pointed his nose at the mouth of the bottle and sniffed it gently.

Harry quickly snatched the bottle away: "What are you doing? Minors cannot drink! Even if you are my future uncle!"

"Or your godfather." Karan added nonchalantly: "Snape has almost no friends. If he wanted to choose someone to be your godfather, he would definitely choose me."

"That won't work either!" Harry insisted with rare insistence.

Karan stared at him with strange eyes: "Is that all? You finally survived, but the first thing you did was to stop me from drinking?"

"If it were me, I would definitely cast a lot of explosive spells to celebrate, like fireworks."

He said and danced his fingers, and a small firework show appeared out of thin air between the two of them.

"Why the Explosive Curse?" Harry asked erratically. His brain was still shut down, confused by Karan's incomprehensible words.

"Of course it's because it's simple enough." Karan said lightly the fact that made many people angry: "If I learn any powerful ancient spells, I can also try another kind of magic."

"Ancient magic." Harry blinked, he was increasingly confused about Karan's thoughts.

He stared at Karan in silence for a while, and found that Karan was much more lively at this time - he picked up the whiskey bottle again, and after sniffing it for a few times, he immediately moved away with a disgusted expression.

"Forget it, you'd better drink butterbeer. Do you want it cold or warm?"

Before Harry could react, Karan said to himself again: "Perhaps something warm would be better? I think you still need to warm yourself up. After all, you just--"

Once again, Karan simulated a pistol gesture, pointed it at his forehead and made a "bang".

Harry was already a little angry. He always felt that Karan was deliberately laughing at him.

"There's nothing funny about this."

Harry drank the butterbeer conjured by Karan in sips. He muttered sullenly: "Since two people can't live at the same time, it's better to die together. Anyway, I have been mentally prepared in advance, and Draco is not forced to do anything against his will - what are you drinking? Why does it look like blood?"

"What are you talking about?" Karan raised the cup he conjured in his hand: "Nothing, this is just strawberry juice, but there seems to be a little too much strawberry."

As he spoke, the color in the cup gradually faded from bright red to transparent pink.

"It looks better this way."

After taking another sip, Karan said with satisfaction.

Then Karan looked at Harry who looked confused.

Due to the curling-winged demon, Karan didn't want to mention his special taste preferences anymore, but asked: "Did you just say Draco? What happened to him?"

Although his eyes were still a little weird, Harry continued to explain honestly: "It's not all because of Draco, but because of Abraxas Malfoy, the headmaster who was just kicked out."

He suddenly started talking and told what happened after coming out of the ruins of the Forbidden Lake.

"At that time, Gaspard and I were separated, and we were surrounded by Acromantulas who had withdrawn from the depression. Even with an invisibility cloak, it was difficult to take care of them."

"There are many Acromantulas surrounding me. After Aragog died, no one can control them, not even Hagrid. I can see that they want to eat me."

"Just a little bit, just a little bit, I was really caught by them."

"Until Abraxas Malfoy showed up."

Karan blinked, and he immediately asked: "Did Abraxas save you?"

Harry shook his head and said: "He did not do this directly, but cast a few powerful spells, as if he wanted to solve the threat to Voldemort. But in the end, he just accidentally injured a lot of Acromantulas, It didn’t really hurt me at all, which allowed me to escape smoothly.”

"However, I still noticed that something was wrong with Abraxas's attitude. It was impossible for him to miss at that time, and he was surrounded by his helpers. This also made me go to the principal's office immediately after returning to the castle. , to figure out his intentions.”

"What I didn't expect was that I actually found him."

Harry looked directly into Karan's eyes and said slowly: "Abraxas deliberately left a memory in the pensieve. I read that memory, and then destroyed it completely in a muddle-headed way. I didn't dare to let anyone Discover."

Callan thought about the situation when he, Guspard, and Steve rushed to the principal's office - Harry seemed to have something wrong at that time, but they did not expect this part of the reason - Abraxa Si deliberately left behind memories.

"You can try to restore this memory."

After thinking about all this, Karan guided Harry and said: "Try to remember and display the scenes in your memory nearby."

Harry had personally seen the method that Karan had used not long ago, and guessed that it might be related to this special area.

He closed his eyes and tried to recall the memories in his mind.

Little by little, a blur of silver mist emerged above the coffee table, and then the silver mist turned into the figure of Abraxas. He was sitting in a dark room, and he couldn't tell where exactly he was.

"This is the Room of Requirement in Hogwarts Castle. It ensures that no matter what I do, no one else will find out."

In the darkness, Abraxas Malfoy spoke slowly. His face was hidden in the shadows, and the expression on his face was suppressed. Only his body and his tightly crossed hands could be seen.

"I hope the person who sees this memory is you, Draco Malfoy."

His tone was smooth and calm. Both Karan and Harry were watching this scene quietly without speaking.

After a short pause, the words continued.

"Draco, I didn't kill your parents, and I didn't kill my own son with my own hands."

"I have met them several times in Azkaban and quietly helped them learn the Animagus. Dementors cannot feel the emotions of animals. Only in this way can they hide from those ghosts."

"After that, I brought two additional substitutes who had swallowed Polyjuice Potion, disguised them as Lucius and Narcissa, and killed them with my own hands in front of the Dementors, and then brought the real Lucius and Narcissa were taken away secretly."

"Now they live in a remote Muggle village. No one can find them except me."

"I know you want to meet your biological parents, Draco, and I also know you have always resented me."

"But I have to do it."

The pause lengthened slightly, and Abraxas in the darkness seemed to be trying to calm down his mood.

"I must... show enough loyalty. This is the best means and cannot be replaced."

"Finally, today, I got my reward."

"I know the Dark Lord's plan. He secretly conveyed the order to me, and then asked me to pass it on to other subordinates."

"This time, in order to get rid of the threat that has been plaguing him, the Dark Lord will personally destroy all the Horcruxes and pursue more terrifying power."

"I don't know what that force is, but I understand that this is the best opportunity."

"So, Draco, if you want to see your parents in person, you must remember that you must find the right opportunity to kill the Dark Lord's last Horcrux-Harry Snape."

"After this, you will also be rewarded and be able to know where Lucius and Narcissa are hiding."

"And I will finally have the opportunity to sneak up on the Dark Lord and kill him completely. He will never come back again."

Whether due to excitement or nervousness, Abraxas gasped for air, but his tone was still extremely calm, even a little fanatical.

"Following the Dark Lord was the biggest mistake I've ever made in my life."

"He turned me against Lucius and imprisoned your parents in Azkaban. Even if I want to see them, it is extremely difficult."

"And apart from his family, he also gradually deviated from his original purpose."

"In his eyes, it is no longer just the difference between pure blood and mudblood. Noble blood will also be punished by him. This even makes me wonder whether he is still a pure blood supremacist. After all - I know - He has a Muggle father, which was a secret he revealed inadvertently, and it took me a lot of effort to find out."

"No one can trample on the honor of pure blood, no one can."

Abraxas's tone had gradually turned crazy.

"I will never forget this, Draco. You must also remember that this is the reason for the existence of our Malfoy family and our lifelong belief! For this, I will not hesitate to frame the Minister of Magic. No wizard can stop us. !”

"Not even the Dark Lord can!"

He jerked his head up and roared out the Malfoy motto angrily.

"Purity will always win!"