0128 Second Visit

0128 Second Visit

After several days had passed, Harry once again found himself standing in front of the luxurious and magnificent Watson Manor, which was surrounded by a high wall and a large iron gate. The last time he had come here, he had been accompanied by the Dursley family. This time, however, the person next to him was changed to Professor Watson, who had shown him kindness and curiosity.

"Professor–"

Harry whispered, pointing his finger at the guards who looked at them with a wary and hostile look from behind the bars of the gate.

"If we don't make an appointment in advance, I'm afraid they won't let us in."

"Oh, don't worry, Potter, we'll find a way."

Bryan, who had been immersed in his memories of the past, was pulled back to reality by Harry's reminder. He took a confident step forward and walked towards the manor, saying in a casual tone, while Harry, who followed behind him, didn't know what Professor Watson's method was, but he thought that if it was relying on the power of magic, it might not be very appropriate in the muggle world.

"We are here to visit the owner of the manor, gentlemen, can you please help us open the door?"

Bryan stood in front of the guards, who were all dressed in black suits and had cold and expressionless faces, and politely requested. His voice was calm and courteous, but there was a hint of authority in it.

'This is Professor Watson's method?' Harry was disappointed. He had expected something more clever and magical.

The leader of the guards was a strong and muscular muggle, who looked at the young man who looked a bit familiar with a suspicious and doubtful look, and the child next to the young man, feeling that they both looked a bit familiar, too. He wondered if they had seen them on the television or in the newspapers.

"Sorry, gentlemen, we didn't get any notice in advance that someone would visit Mr. Watson today. Maybe your appointment was unsuccessful, or maybe you got the wrong time."

The guard leader said, trying to sound polite and professional. Of course, most of the people who came in and out of here were noble and upper-class people, and he didn't dare to offend them without a reason.

"Maybe Lawrence forgot to tell you–"

Bryan smiled and lied, "You can go and confirm with him again, um, you can say that the son of Mrs. Melina Depp wants to visit Mr. Watson, I think he will let us in."

The guards looked at each other, they had been working here for a while, and they all knew the old housekeeper's rigorous and meticulous work style. Normally, if these two strangers really had a prior appointment with Mr. Lawrence, he shouldn't forget to tell them, but the unique and elegant temperament of the young man in front of them and the confident and charming smile on his face made them not so sure of their guesses.

"Okay, sir, then please wait a moment–"

After hesitating for a while, the guard leader said this, and then ran to the manor to ask for instructions.

And his overly calm tone also woke up Lawrence like a bucket of cold water, making him regain some calmness and composure.

"You know everything, young master. I mean, what happened back then, did your mother tell you everything?"

Lawrence, who didn't want to leave Bryan's face for a moment, showed bitterness and regret. His face was pale and sad.

"Young master? Where does this come from, Lawrence–" Bryan said a bit helplessly, "If you don't mind, just call me Bryan."

"Bryan." Hearing him say that, Lawrence's old body shuddered, "That's the name of Mrs. Melina Depp's father."

"Let's change to a simpler way of communication,"

Bryan frowned with annoyance, to be honest, he didn't know how to deal with this old housekeeper. After taking a deep breath, Bryan looked at Harry, who was staring wide-eyed and also in a inexplicably excited state, and patted his shoulder and said to Lawrence,

"Maybe you have an impression of this kid, his name is Harry Potter, he visited here with the Dursleys last week, and accidentally found a photo of the owner of the manor when he was young in the living room, and he looked very similar to me, so he wrote to me, oh, by the way, I'm this kid's teacher, um, I taught him some self-defense skills."

Harry rolled a covert eye and continued to keep quiet. He felt that Bryan was lying too casually and unconvincingly.

"Out of curiosity, I came over with him to take a look, of course, if this kind of rude behavior makes you feel troubled, we can leave now." Bryan said, pretending to be polite and respectful.

"Leave? Oh, absolutely not!"

Lawrence suddenly recovered his vigor, he grabbed Bryan and Harry's arms, and said to Harry with a trembling and grateful voice, "You are Vernon's nephew, right? Oh, kid, I'm so grateful to you! You brought him back to me!"

"Oh, well,"

Harry showed a bit of embarrassment, and said hastily, "You're welcome, sir, I didn't really do anything."

In the blue sky, a large cloud of thick and dark clouds was driven by the wind mixed with moisture towards the sun, and the magnificent and elegant manor was gradually hidden in the darkness. The atmosphere became gloomy and ominous.

Bryan, who was dragged by Lawrence towards the house, looked at a sick room on the top floor, and his calm and composed expression gradually became complicated and conflicted.

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