Lucius Discovers the Truth

A girl with black hair and red eyes?

Almost instantly, Harry remembered the Merope from Draco's memories.

According to Lucius, the mark on Draco's arm should be Voldemort's Dark Mark.

Therefore, we can conclude from this that the so-called "Merope" is Voldemort himself.

Thinking about this, Harry couldn't help but feel nauseous.

You, Voldemort, a dignified Dark Lord, actually disguised yourself as a young girl to deceive people?

That's really... they have absolutely no bottom line!

but...

He was reminded of the "black-haired, red-eyed youths" that Muggle had described...

Could this be Voldemort in men's clothing?

Harry thought it was very likely him... but why was he going on a killing spree on the cruise ship?

"It seems Muggle technology shouldn't be underestimated," Arthur continued, "Like that 'surveillance' thing, it can clearly record the entire course of events, even the sound... Harry, you're from the Muggle world, you should know what that thing is for, right?"

"I'm sorry, Uncle Arthur," Harry sighed, "I've never seen this before... it seems to be something very high-end and expensive."

"Is that so?" Mr. Weasley nodded knowingly. "No wonder... I think we should get a batch of these things too, and we should really think about it..."

"Arthur!" Mrs. Weasley glared at him. "Don't forget which department you work in!"

"The Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office— " the five Weasley family children said in unison.

"Alright, alright," Mr. Weasley sighed. "I do work in this department, but using the strengths of Muggle to compensate for the weaknesses of the Magical World doesn't seem like an abuse of Muggle resources..."

"Let's wait until you become Minister for Magic," Percy muttered.

Mr. Weasley glared at Percy, then suddenly realized what was standing next to Harry.

"No, Unicorn?!" he exclaimed belatedly. "Good heavens, when did we get a Unicorn in our house?"

"You're only just realizing this now?" Ron said somewhat helplessly, seemingly having already gotten used to his father's slow reaction time.

"He's my friend, Uncle Arthur," Harry explained to Mr. Weasley.

"I see." Mr. Weasley nodded knowingly. "My goodness, this is the first time I've ever seen such a sacred Magical Creatures up close..."

"You'll see it often these days," Fred and George said in unison.

Harry had to admit that Mrs. Weasley's cooking was indeed very good, not much worse than Mrs. Granger's.

After all, Mrs. Granger was from the Britain, and she had no shortage of spices, so she really went all out with them.

In comparison, it seems that Mrs. Weasley's cooking skills are on the better side—but Harry doesn't want to make comparisons; he's already very grateful to have someone cook for him.

Especially the stewed diced meat and potatoes, stewed until the vegetables are sticky and soft, eaten with bread, is truly the happiest thing in the world.

After dinner, they were assigned rooms. Harry and Ron shared a room and a bed, while Pabbie went back to sleep in her purse.

"I hope you won't get handsy in the middle of the night," Ron said seriously. "Otherwise, I'll definitely kick you out."

Fortunately, the two young people were both good sleepers, and when they woke up the next morning, they were still clearly separated by the blankets, with neither of them crossing the line between them.

Although the Weasley family was simple and not as grand as the Malfoy family', this warm and cozy living environment was exactly what Harry longed for.

The mirror on the Kitchen mantel was what Coke him the most. Every time Ron passed by, the mirror would shout something, such as reminding Ron to tuck his shirt back into his belt, or to button it up, or to say that he was sloppy.

But Harry was never yelled at by the mirror. After all, he had lived in Hogwarts under Black's leadership for several years, and he had developed a subconscious habit of managing his personal appearance.

He would never admit that it was actually because of Cassandra.

What weighed heavily on Harry was Mrs. Weasley's doting affection— Harry felt that at almost every meal, Mrs. Weasley would call him for more food four or five times, and wouldn't stop until he was stuffed to the brim.

Mr. Weasley, on the other hand, liked to have Harry sit next to him and kept asking Harry about Muggle world products. He seemed particularly interested in technological products such as televisions and computers.

The computer was a thing of the past for Harry; the last time he played it was more than six years ago... that is, before he went to the past century. Whenever the Dursley family went out, he would definitely sneak off to play on Dudley's computer.

In the past, Harry would have secretly exchanged some Pound Sterling to buy a computer to take to school to play with.

But now he has higher aspirations and doesn't seem to value entertainment as much anymore.

This reminded Harry, who was wondering what gift to bring to Nicolas Flamel's house, and now it seemed... a computer would be just right.

Pabbie has been living a very comfortable life lately. There is a meadow around the Weasley family where she runs around to her heart's content, and when she has nothing to do, she lowers her head and eats grass, looking carefree.

"Sometimes, I wish I could be a Unicorn," Ron said wistfully, watching Pabbie frolic with abandon.

"Come on," Fred and George said in unison. "If you ask me, you'd just end up looking like Flobberworm."

"Or perhaps Niffler," Percy interjected.

"Well said, Percy," the Twins said in unison, clicking their tongues at Percy.

Percy pointed at the Twins with both index fingers and returned the same emoji.

It seems that all brothers in the world share the same penchant for persecuting their younger brothers.

After spending almost a week at the Weasley family, Harry received a letter from Hogwarts.

The envelope was made of yellow Parchment with green lettering and was sealed with wax in the shape of the Hogwarts crest.

"Looks like Dumbledore knows you're here," Ron said, holding the letter. "Nothing can be hidden from him, right?"

Harry smirked, thinking that Ron seemed to think Dumbledore as omniscient and omnipotent.

Just like how he was unaware of the trouble that Merope... or rather, Voldemort was causing in Slytherin.

If he had known, he wouldn't have remained indifferent; he would have taken down the net and punished Voldemort long ago.

For a moment, the Weasley family fell silent, except for the sounds of envelopes being opened and papers being turned.

The letter still instructed them to arrive at school on September 1st, and listed the books they would need for the year at the end of the letter.

Second-grade students should read: The Standard Book of Spells, Level Two, by Miranda Goschak;

Break with a Banshee, by Gilderoy Lockhart;

"Gadding with Ghouls", by Gilderoy Lockhart;

"Holidays with Hags" by Gilderoy Lockhart;

Travels with Trolls, by Gilderoy Lockhart;

"Voyages with Vampires", by Gilderoy Lockhart;

"Wanderings with Werewolves", by Gilderoy Lockhart;

Year with the Yeti, by Gilderoy Lockhart.

"What's going on?" Harry muttered. "Is the new teacher a huge fan of Gilderoy Lockhart? Why are we buying so many of his books?"

"Shh, keep your voice down." Fred pulled Harry back, but his voice was anything but quiet. "Mom is a huge Lockhart fan. She'd be ecstatic if she knew she'd bought all his books this year."

"Those books aren't cheap," George quickly chimed in. "I know Gilderoy Lockhart's books are very expensive..."

As they were talking, another owl flew in.

Um...

"Oh my god, Mom, look, Ron got a Howler!" Fred and George said gleefully.

Ron stared in horror at the bright red letter, swallowed hard, and had a very bad feeling.

Mrs. Weasley also looked up at the Howler —in fact, the astute mother had already guessed who had sent Howler.

"What should I do?" Ron asked in terror.

"I should warn you, Ron," Mr. Weasley said, looking at Ron with the same schadenfreude, "if you don't open it right away, the Howler will explode and howl even louder—"

Ron quickly opened the letter without thinking twice.

The letter flew into the air and transformed into the shape of a mouth.

"Ronald Weasley! What's wrong with you?! I've told you countless times, if you have any news, you must write to me! I've sent more than ten letters to Privet Drive in Little Whinging! Not a single reply! I was still naively thinking Harry was at the Dursley family —until someone told me he was at yours!"

After shouting this, Hermione's Howler changed as she looked at Harry.

"Oh, Harry, it looks like you're done with your work. I'm going to Diagon Alley to buy books next Wednesday too. See you Diagon Alley!"

After saying that, Howler stuck out its tongue at Ron and tore itself to pieces.

The family stared blankly at the fragments of the Howler. They felt that the letter... and the way it spoke... sounded especially like someone.

People they know very well.

"I think she and your mother should have a lot in common," Mr. Weasley said after a long pause.

As a result, Mrs. Weasley hit him with a feather duster.

Harry did the math, and next Wednesday should be August 12th, while the appointment with Mr. LeMay is August 16th.

Hmm... it seems there's still time, he thought.

It's not too late to go to France after buying the textbooks needed for the new semester in Diagon Alley —after all, he can Intercontinental Apparition, so the distance from London to Paris isn't actually that far.

Recently, they have had plenty of time to have fun.

Of course, no one did their homework except Percy —but Fred still dragged the reluctant Percy out to play with George.

In their words, if they weren't careful, another Head Boy would appear in their house—which was a disaster for them because there could only be one in seventh grade, but they were in the same grade, which meant that one of them would definitely lose the election.

Rather than being the only non-student council president in the family, it's better to take Percy out to play so that he can't be the student council president either.

Harry thought to himself, "They're obviously brothers."

Wednesday arrived quickly, and this time the mode of transportation was Floo Powder.

Mrs. Weasley picked up the flowerpot from the fireplace, sighed, and said, "There's not much left, Arthur. We'll have to go buy some today."

Then he handed the flowerpot to Harry.

Harry reached out and grabbed a handful of Floo Powder —something he used to use frequently back in school, since Hogwarts was filled with Floo Flame back then.

He couldn't understand why such a wonderful thing hadn't been preserved.

With that thought in mind, Harry walked up to the fireplace, threw the powder into it, and a tall flame burst into flames.

He walked straight into the fire and shouted, "Diagon Alley!"

Then, after a spinning sensation, he found himself in the Leaky Cauldron.

"Cough cough cough..." Harry coughed a few times. The reason he never liked using Floo Powder was that it was just too unpleasant. It would leave him covered in dust and make him cough.

"Harry?"

An unexpected sound rang out, and Harry looked up to see Draco.

"You're here too?" He took off his glasses and flicked them in his hand.

The dust on the glasses disappeared instantly, and the dust on the clothes also disappeared.

"Cool, is that Wandless Magic?" Draco exclaimed in admiration. "That's a truly advanced technique."

Then, a silver snake head landed on his shoulder and nudged him aside.

"Mr. Potter, we meet again," Lucius said politely, extending his hand.

Nothing more. Despite his antics, Mr. Septimus, after tricking his great-great-grandson, still chose to tell Lucius the truth.

Yes, the Harry Potter who came today is the same one from a hundred years ago, and also his great-aunt's favorite boy.

Lucius had a bit of a toothache, but it wasn't surprising, since anyone would find it hard to accept that their son's classmate might become their great-uncle.

Septimus didn't say much, but anyone who could be the Malfoy family head was no pushover, Lucius immediately understood his great-grandfather's meaning.

That is to try to get to know Harry Potter.

Honestly, even without this connection, Lucius would have been willing to befriend this the Savior, especially since he was now a carefully chosen confidant by his ancestors.

"Hello, Mr. Malfoy." Harry shook Lucius's hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you. What brings you here?"

"Bring Draco to Diagon Alley to buy some books," Lucius said with a reserved smile. "You know, the owl from Hogwarts came to our house a while ago with the books we need for the new term."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Arthur's voice rang out from behind Harry.

"Lucius, good morning."