What Was He Planning?

In recent days, Hertok felt that his luck was particularly bad. He could inexplicably lose Gold Membership Card even when watching an opera at France. The originally smooth research on Potions suddenly encountered a bunch of problems and got stuck directly at the bottleneck.

Even taking the Felix Felicis that I had previously reserved could not improve my luck.

Hertok has not yet reported the loss of Gold Membership Card to the Extraordinary Potion Makers Association, let alone told anyone else about it.

Sometimes if too many people know, it will cause a lot of trouble for oneself.

Hertok never expected that posting a missing object newspaper on Daily Prophet would help him find Gold Membership Card.

Through his own connections, Hertok finds someone to help him Prophecy: Gold Membership Card will be brought to Hogwarts School of Magic.

At present, he should go to Hogwarts School of Magic, negotiate with Dumbledore, and identify the students one by one until he finds the boy who picked up Gold Membership Card.

However, this is certainly not a good idea.

While Hertok was still struggling with this matter, someone sent him a letter via owl. The letter read: You seem to be in some little trouble, I can help you.

P. S. I like to have evening tea on the terrace at eight o'clock in the evening.

The sender's name is: Bard·Brood.

Hertok knows Bard·Brood. Both parties are members of Wizengamot, but the number of real conversations is actually not many.

After all, the two people specialize in completely different fields and the scope of communication is also different.

It is not unreasonable to separate lines like mountains.

However, Hertok still plans to visit Bard·Brood. Since the other party is writing to him, it will definitely not be without purpose.

A quarter past seven.

Hertok arrived at the lake in advance, and the cool wind blowing on our face temporarily dissipated the summer heat.

"He really likes to enjoy himself." Hertok raised his head and looked into the distance, narrowed his eyes slightly, and murmured, "Apparition is actually banned here?"

Hertok lit the tip of the wand, walked along the shore of the lake, and finally stopped at a dilapidated pier. He looked at the only small broken boat on the pier and fell into a brief silence.

Hertok walked up, and the boat faced the night wind and sailed towards the small island in the lake under the cover of night.

The boat traveled for a while and arrived at the dock of the island in the lake before sinking. There was a House-elf on the dock, who was there to welcome the arrival of Hertok.

"The master asked me to wait for you here, Hertok·Mr. Dagworth, please come with me." House-elf bowed to Hertok, and then led the way ahead with an oil lamp.

They walked on the gravel path and passed several defensive spells before entering the manor.

"Good evening Hertok, you came earlier than I expected." Brood sat at the round table on the terrace to greet the guests.

"I'm here, tell me what good news you have." Hertok suppressed the anxiety in his heart and asked.

"Oh, it seems that the rumors are true. You have lost something valuable." Brood smiled and made a gesture to Hertok to sit down.

Hertok sat down and continued to listen patiently to the other party's nonsense. As long as Brood could provide him with some useful information, he didn't mind waiting a little longer.

"I have a child who wrote to me a while ago and told me that he encountered some strange things." Brood poured some red wine on the wine glass in front of Hertok and continued, "He said that he had just returned from France's vacation, but received a letter from Ministry of Magic inexplicably because he used Summoning Charm in France. However, in fact, he has just finished the first grade and has not yet mastered how to use Summoning Charm."

Hertok opened his mouth, but still didn't speak.

"This is a gift he brought back to me from France's vacation. Muggle's red wine, it feels very good." After Brood finished speaking, he looked at Hertok with a half-smile.

No matter how stupid he is, he can still understand the meaning of Brood's words. The kid the other party talks about is probably the boy who picked up his Gold Membership Card.

"What's his name?" Hertok took a deep breath and asked in a lowered voice.

Brood did not answer immediately, but looked at Hertok calmly and asked, "How do you plan to deal with this matter? Go to him directly to ask for something, or?"

"It doesn't seem to have anything to do with you, right?" Hertok couldn't help blurting out, but regretted it the next moment.

"Of course it does matter." Brood looked Hertok up and down, shook his head and said, "It seems that you need a glass of red wine with ice to calm down."

Hertok was silent, and after a long time he said, "I'm sorry, I'm rude. I've encountered a lot of bad things recently, and I'm quite angry."

"I can understand." Brood did not blame the other party for being rude, and gave Hertok the letter written by Albert to himself.

Hertok After reading the letter, he raised his head and asked, "What do you want me to do?"

"That's not what I hope." Brood corrected, "You seem to have caused trouble for my little friend."

"I will make it up to him." Hertok said quickly.

"Oh, you don't seem to understand what I said." Brood intertwined his hands, looked at Hertok, and reminded kindly, "He doesn't need any compensation from you, you just need to clean up the mess you caused."

"Mess?" Hertok repeated softly.

"Isn't it?" Brood asked.

"To a certain extent, it is indeed a mess." Hertok did not deny this, "But it is not a big deal."

"It might be a big deal for him." Brood said.

Hertok was silent and nodded again to show that he understood.

"Thank you, Mr. Brood." Hertok stood up to express his gratitude to the other party and prepared to leave.

"Why don't you stay and have a cup of evening tea together?" Brood asked with a smile, "We can sit down and chat..."

"No," Hertok simply refused, "Thank you for your kindness, but I'm very busy and have a lot of things to do, so I don't have much time to enjoy my leisure time."

"I think you will be willing to sit down and chat with me soon." Brood didn't care and said to Hertok with a smile, "We won't be here next time we meet."

Hertok left Lake Cottage and took a small broken boat back to the lake shore. He already knew the boy's name. The next step was to negotiate with the other party and get his Gold Membership Card back.

"He's gone!"

As soon as Hertok's front foot left, McDougal smiled and sat down where Hertok had just been, picked up the other party's untouched wine glass, took a sip of red wine, winked and said, "It tastes pretty good. However, Anderson actually didn't send me a bottle as well."

"Because I am his professor!" Brood touched his beard and smiled happily.

"Do you think Hertok will succeed?".

"If he cleans up the mess he made, he will get his belongings back." Brood said with a smile.

"By the way, why are you meeting Hertok at my place?" McDougal asked again.

Yes, Lake Cottage is actually one of the homes of McDougal. Although it is called a cabin, it is actually a small manor.

"That guy will definitely not be able to get that Gold Membership Card back. When he comes here to look for me, he will definitely not be able to find me." Brood said happily.

"How did you guess it was Gold Membership Card." McDougal asked.

"Otherwise, what do you think would make Hertok bother to find it?" Brood said happily.

"Then why..."

"Why did it fail?" Brood asked.

"Yeah."

"Anderson is different from other children," Brood said softly, "If Hertok wants to use compensation to solve this matter, it will definitely be met with disappointment."

"Well, I heard that Rowena plans to go to Hogwarts to serve as Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor." McDougal suddenly changed the topic.

"This..." Brood took a sip of red wine and frowned.

McDougal's tone became very serious, his brows furrowed slightly, "What is he going to Hogwarts for?"

"Does Ge Bo know about this?" Brood suddenly asked.

"I don't know yet." McDougal shook his head and said, "Go find him and ask what's going on!"

"Ge Bo will definitely not tell Rowena about the inheritance rights because of his family relationship." Brood shook his head and rejected the most likely thing. "As a direct descendant of Smith, I must have read some relevant records. Rowena is very smart, and he probably guessed something from these records."

"He is very smart, but his personality is not suitable for him." McDougal said softly, "And... forget it, anyway, two suitable candidates have appeared now. When the time comes, just choose one from them."

"Well, until then, watch them."

"I will." McDougal smiled and shook the goblet, "This wine is good. By the way, I won the last bet!"

"I remember that most of your books were given away!" Brood shook his head helplessly. "How many books did you sell in total?"

"It should be half, right?" McDougal thought for a while and said with a smile, "I am willing to admit defeat."

"Okay, he's yours." Brood pointed to the open bottle of red wine. After saying that, he picked up the wine bottle and poured himself a small glass.

"Let's go find Ge Bo together and figure this out." McDougal clicked the cork with the wand, and it automatically jumped back to the top of the bottle and re-corked it.

McDougal picked up the half bottle of red wine and walked towards the fireplace. Brood followed McDougal and disappeared into the fireplace where Forest Green Flame was rising.