[Comprehensive British and American] When the "real" Wes met Jarvis

The atmosphere was a little bit silent.

Zhen Weisi held up his gun, aiming it steadily at the man, but his eyes swept the other side up and down, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and his smile was a little subtle, while the man became more and more vulnerable under such gaze. A little embarrassed.

"I don't have a godson as big as you." Zhen Weiss said in a long and slow voice, and he even laughed lightly.

In fact, Zhen Weisi didn't need to say this, the man also realized that he had made a mistake, after all, he was absolutely sure that his godfather had passed away a long time ago.

"Uh, sorry, it's just that you look a lot like my godfather when you were young—"

"Stop!" Zhen Weisi directly interrupted the man, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Sir, now, give me the wooden stick in your hand, and don't do anything, otherwise I won't guarantee whether the bullet will penetrate or not. your head."

"Don't do anything, you just have to give it to me obediently."

Then it would be good to be knocked out obediently, just like those two guys lying on the ground, Zhen Weisi looked at each other with a smile, thinking so in his heart.

The man stared at the muzzle and smiled wryly, "It seems that I can only do this."

As he said this, he lowered his head and handed the 'wooden stick' he was holding to Zhen Weisi with some reluctance. When Zhen Weisi took it, he even felt a little resistance. After holding the wooden stick in his hand, the upward curve of the corners of his lips became more obvious.

But he didn't notice that the man's lips moved invisibly when he lowered his head, silently chanting a spell.

"boom"--

Zhen Weisi fell to the ground, and the second before he lost consciousness, he couldn't help vomiting blood inside.

Wipe, capsized!

The man squatted down, recalling the young man's expression at that moment, he couldn't help but laugh out loud. While laughing, he took his wand out of the young man's hand. In fact, the young man was indeed vigilant enough, but who Let him do silent magic without a wand.

He pointed his wand at the comatose young man, and the curse of 'forget it all' stopped on his lips when he was about to say it.

"Fluorescent flashes."

The man whispered this, and a soft white light emanated from the tip of his wand, illuminating the small area.

He didn't know what impulse was driving him. He stretched out his hand and brushed away the broken hair on the young man's forehead, and looked at the face carefully under the light. However, the more he looked, the more he felt that the other party and the godfather he remembered Too similar.

"...so, that's why you brought a Muggle back to the wizarding world?"

Hermione looked at her friend with her arms around her chest, her brows were raised, and she looked incredible. The man standing in front of her stroked her messy black hair shyly, and laughed.

"I thought you were mature enough, Harry." Hermione said angrily.

"Hey, I have to say, I can understand why Harry did this," Ron, who was standing beside the sofa and observing the young man, turned his head and said to the two people standing there, "Hermione, come and see , he does look alike."

Even if he had been a savior, Harry had to say that his friend's aura was too strong, so that most of the time he could only obediently listen to the other party's education. After realizing that his brother had rescued him, he secretly lost a friend. Grateful gaze.

Ron winked at his friend, you're welcome, after all, he is often educated by Hermione, so he can fully understand this feeling.

So when Zhen Weisi woke up, he found himself being stared at by three pairs of eyes.

Zhen Weisi:? ? ?

For a moment he felt that the way he woke up might not be quite right.

"Wow——" Hermione raised her eyebrows when she met the young man's eyes, "It seems that Harry's magic has regressed."

"Strange, I clearly—" Harry muttered something, and then Zhen Weisi found that the man named Harry smiled apologetically at him, and an ominous premonition suddenly surged in his heart.

"No, wait—"

"Passed out."

Zhen Weisi fell into a coma again, and at the moment before his consciousness disappeared, he just wanted to give this man the middle finger!

FUCK! !I'm going to your uncle's comatose place! !

"It looks like the other party wants to punch you, Harry." Ron glanced at his friend, patted him on the shoulder, and gloated.

Harry was a little embarrassed. He touched his wand and coughed, "That...you can forget it anyway, can't you?"

Hermione ignored these two guys who were always prone to miss the point. She carefully observed Zhen Weisi's appearance, and suddenly said, "Harry, where is your photo album?"

Harry hurriedly ran to his bedroom and took out a photo album, and handed it to Hermione. Hermione quickly flipped to a certain page, pulled out one of the photos, and put it next to Zhenweisi's face for comparison. stand up.

The photo was of Sirius in his Gryffindor uniform, draped over Lupine's shoulders, with a smirk, and at the moment Sirius in the photo was winking at them.

She murmured, "It really does."

Except for the different eye color, it is almost a replica of Sirius in his youth.

Even Hermione, who has always been responsible for their IQ, felt so, and immediately gave Harry enough confidence, "Maybe it really has something to do with my godfather, he... you know," Harry's tone changed Feeling a little depressed, "If there is really someone related to him by blood in this world..."

"Do you know what that looks like, Harry?" Hermione looked at her friend seriously.

"...What?" Harry was at a loss.

As if they were still in school, Hermione expressed her thoughts earnestly, her tone was fast and forceful, "This level of resemblance can only be due to close blood, obviously, we all know what Sirius' relatives are In this case, then the most likely thing is that this is his son."

Harry looked puzzled, "Well, wouldn't that be better, I mean, I'm happy to see my godfather has a son—"

"No, Harry," interrupted Hermione, frowning, "you don't understand what that means, and from the fact that this person doesn't know anything about us, it's very likely that this person..."

She paused, took a deep breath under Harry's bewildered expression, and then said in a heavy tone, "...It is very likely that your godfather abandoned them."

Harry's expression froze, "...No, maybe this person's mother left Sirius? Or it's just that Sirius didn't have time to explain his real situation at that time, you know the darkness of that period..." His tone Urgently, desperately wanting to explain to his godfather, but in the end, he gave up on his own, and drooped his shoulders dejectedly.

Ron hugged him, "Actually, what you said is also possible, Harry."

"Maybe?" Hermione answered while crossing her chest, "Don't be so depressed, Harry, it was just my guess just now, and, most importantly, we haven't verified whether he has any blood relationship with Sirius yet. relation."

"They're so similar." Harry whispered, seeing his expression, it was obvious that he had already made up his mind.

Hermione didn't think so, "Do you know how many people live in this land? Not being related by blood doesn't mean they won't look similar. We have to consider this possibility."

Ron agreed, and finally Harry could only nod hesitantly.

"The question is, who do we go to?"

Considering that Sirius is no longer alive, they can only find his blood relatives, and the only one they are familiar with at present is that one. In the end, Harry had to bite the bullet and contact this lady.

Fortunately, the other party arrived soon after hearing what happened and attaching a photo of the young man lying on the sofa.

"Sorry to bother you, Mrs. Malfoy."

"Don't laugh if you don't want to, Savior Potter." Madam Narcissa's blue-gray eyes swept across his face, and said this lightly, and Harry gave a mocking smile.

This Mrs. Malfoy walked in front of the sofa, she looked down at the young man's face, and the appearance of her rebellious brother suddenly appeared in her mind, she was indeed very similar, she thought so, then took out her wand, and said softly A spell to detect bloodlines was uttered.

A ray of white light emerged from the tip of her staff, and then the front end split into two ends, one end inserted into Narcissa's body, and the other end penetrated into Zhen Weisi's body. Under their sight, the white light gradually became It became pink.

"What does that mean, ma'am?" said Harry first.

Narcissa raised her hand and brushed her blond hair that was scattered around her cheeks behind her ears. Her tone was as indifferent as her expression, as if what she said was just an insignificant sentence, "He is indeed related to me by blood."

If the color of the white light remains unchanged, it means that there is no blood relationship. If it is pink, it means that it is a very close relative. If it is red, it means that the relationship between the two is parent and child.

"With a Muggle," Narcissa sneered, but hurt emotions flashed in those blue-gray eyes. "It seems that my younger brother really hated his family at that time."

No matter how much they hated each other after that, the feelings they once got along and the intimacy brought by blood are indelible, and the same is true for Narcissa.

Hermione was noncommittal, anyway, the lady didn't call her insultingly, and she felt that the other party showed the respect she could show, after all, these purebloods always like to be stubborn and awkward.

When Narcissa left, Hermione clapped her hands, and after drawing the attention of the two little friends to herself, she smiled slightly.

"Now, there's a question."

The two big men who had obviously grown up for a long time and even had children succumbed to Hermione's queenly aura at this moment, expressing that they would obey all decisions unconditionally!

That made Hermione nod in satisfaction, before addressing her question.

"Now, how should we deal with his affairs?"

Three pairs of eyes fell on Zhen Weisi's face on the sofa at the same time.

Poor Zhen Weisi, who was in a coma, didn't know anything about it.