Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 131 Writing a Letter
In the beginning, Professor Brian was just an investigator appointed by the school board to enter Hogwarts to investigate the Chamber of Secrets incident. Later, for unknown reasons, he became their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for a short time.

Having stayed at Hogwarts for two academic years, Harry, who has experienced three professors of this course, can assure his chest that Professor Brayne is definitely the best of the three.

Of course, the other two professors, one possessed Voldemort, and the other has been proven to be a great liar, better than these two people, it seems that there is no problem.

However, many young wizards in the senior grades, as well as professors of other courses at Hogwarts, commented that Professor Brian was the most decent Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts in the past ten or so years, which clearly shows that problem.

In addition, Professor Brian is also the most powerful wizard Harry has ever seen.

He will never forget that in the secret room in Slytherin, the basilisk that made him exhausted in front of Professor Brian was easily cleaned up like a goblin. Of course, Principal Dumbledore must be better than Professor Brian. Powerful, although Harry has never seen Principal Dumbledore make a move, but he is so firm in his opinion.

Only halfway through the second semester of the second year, after the Chamber of Secrets incident was ended, Professor Brian left Hogwarts soon, and since then, no news about him has been heard.

His mysterious departure is just like his mysterious arrival.

Many little wizards, including himself, Hermione, and Ron, were very sad about the departure of Professor Brian, but they all knew that this was Professor Brian's own choice, and everyone should have a choice right to life.

The owner of Uncle Vernon's Drilling Rig Company - Culard Brain, since Harry recalled the name yesterday morning, Harry has not had a second to associate him with Professor Brain, although, Both of them have the same last name.

But this surname can only be counted as a very common surname among Muggles and wizards, just like Voldemort's original name 'Tom', the owner of the Leaky Cauldron Bar is also called by this name. Is there any relationship between them?

However, the same surname, the same gray hair, and almost the same facial features carved out of the mold. Just like him and his father, everyone who knows his parents will almost say the same thing when they see him for the first time .

"Professor Blaine grew up in an orphanage—"

Every time the Dursleys took two steps, taking advantage of the old housekeeper's inattention, they would turn their heads and stare fiercely at Harry, who had made a fool of himself so quickly. Harry didn't care, his mind was filled with the person in the photo he had just glimpsed just now.

"If he is really Professor Blaine's father, then how could Professor Blaine, who has such an enviable and prominent family background, become an orphan?"

Harry pursed his lips and looked suspiciously at the old butler named Lawrence who was walking in the front. If it weren't for the fact that Mr. and Mrs. Dursley seriously emphasized that he was not allowed to speak casually yesterday, he might have rushed to ask about this building. Has there ever been a child lost in the manor?

They followed Lawrence to a room on the top floor, where medical staff in white coats came in and out, and everyone had a very serious expression on their faces.

After pushing the door open, Harry frowned unconsciously due to a very unpleasant smell of potion. He couldn't wait to jump over Lawrence who was telling Uncle Vernon that he had only 5 minutes to look into the room, and found that the color of the room was cold. The room in the room was filled with all kinds of Muggle medical equipment. Harry's sight was blocked by a ventilator placed beside the bed, and he couldn't see the appearance of the manor master lying on the hospital bed.

The nurses evacuated the room one by one, and Lawrence led them in, and when they stood in front of the man's bed and really saw his condition, everyone, including Harry, gasped. .

If it weren't for the unintelligible curves dancing on the computer screen next to the hospital bed, he would most likely have thought it was a shriveled corpse with its hair shaved off.

The person on the hospital bed was already thin and out of shape, like a skeleton covered with a layer of human skin.

Uncle Vernon, who had rehearsed how to say hello many times in his mind, seemed to be choked by someone, and Aunt Petunia, who was planning to praise Mr. Blaine for his good looks, couldn't say a word, let alone never I've seen Dudley like this before.

Harry felt that he didn't need to observe anything anymore, and Harry wouldn't be surprised if this Mr. Blaine died in the next second.

"It seems that the way I look frightens you, Vernon—"

Mr. Blaine, wearing a breathing mask, spoke in a weak, tearing voice, defeating Harry's attempts to tell his age by his voice.

"You're angry. I mean, you seem to be in good spirits, Mr. Blaine."

Uncle Vernon had an ugly smile on his red and purple face, and some inexplicable emotions were brewing in his heart.
After all, the man on the hospital bed has been his boss for so many years, and he has always admired this man so much, but now, this wise man is lying on the hospital bed, dying.

At this moment, Uncle Vernon suddenly regretted his private calculations. He should no longer think about torturing him, Mr. Brian. Letting this man die peacefully is the best way to give him dignity.

Five minutes passed in the blink of an eye, and when they walked out of the ward, everyone subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Lawrence, the old butler of the manor, sent them back to the gate, and asked someone to drive Uncle Vernon's car. While waiting, Harry found that the Dursleys looked listless, so he couldn't hold back his curiosity. He moved to Lawrence's side seemingly unintentionally, and asked in a soft voice,
"Perhaps it's presumptuous to say that, sir, but does Mr. Blaine have any children, and why aren't they with him?"

The old housekeeper glanced at this polite child in surprise, raised his gray eyebrows, but there was regret in his voice
"Mr. Blaine was never married, child—"

Even though Harry lowered his voice, the Dursleys heard the abrupt and disrespectful question, but neither Uncle Vernon nor Aunt Petunia reprimanded them.

On the way home, the car was quiet and there was no sound of communication. Harry kept pondering his thoughts, and the Dursleys didn't question Harry. Potions for a longer period of time, or simply get a wizard who is good at healing.

This silence lasted until the family did not end.

Uncle Vernon turned on the TV to watch the morning news rerun, Aunt Petunia went into the kitchen to make lunch, and Dudley turned on the refrigerator to refuel.

Harry standing at the stairs was ignored by everyone, as if nothing happened.

"I need to open Hedwig's cage—"

Harry, who used to be delighted by the deliberate neglect of the Dursleys, took the initiative to attract everyone's attention this time, before Uncle Vernon, who was about to growl and who was about to growl, and Aunt Petunia, who was about to reprimand, haha Leigh said firmly,

"I need it to deliver a letter for me."











(End of this chapter)