When leaving Diagon Alley, Harry was still giggling, making Weston shake his head. On the way, Weston bought him a lot of ingredients, put them in his box, and then put them in his box.
He was sent back to the Dursleys' home.
"Don't forget, September 1st is the time when school starts!" Weston warned with a smile, "The Hogwarts train will be waiting for you at King's Cross Station, and the ticket is on the back of your admission letter!"
Harry nodded reluctantly and looked at Weston expectantly: "Did you come to pick me up that day too?"
"I'm sorry, I don't know if I will have time!" Weston shook his head, "But I believe Harry is a man and he can definitely find it by himself, right?"
"Yeah!" Harry nodded vigorously.
Seeing Harry turning his head three times, Weston did not laugh at him, but smiled and watched him enter the Dursley's house, and then an Apparition left.
Hogwarts Headmaster's interior.
"How do you feel?" Dumbledore asked with a smile, looking at Vesti drinking lemon juice slowly.
Although the question was unclear, Weston knew that Dumbledore was asking about his impression of Harry.
"To be honest, it's not that good!" Weston shook his head, "Thankfully I was allowed to go there. If it had been Professor McGonagall or my teacher, I'm afraid the Dursleys would have died easily!
"
Afterwards, Weston told Dumbledore everything about the day, including asking Harry to buy a box, which made Dumbledore keep frowning.
"Dear Weston, I have to say that you have made things difficult for me!" Dumbledore said with his eyebrows twisted, "If you do this, I'm afraid Harry will lose his only family relationship!"
"Oh? Are you sure?" Weston sneered.
Before Dumbledore could say anything, Weston made a move. He put his index finger on his temple, and then slowly pulled it out. A silver thread was pulled out by him.
"Come on, you know what this is!" Weston put his "silver wire" into a small bottle, then took out another one and handed it to Dumbledore.
"This is mine, this is Harry Potter's!" Weston said with a sneer, "Take a look, I hope you won't burn down the Dursleys with fire after seeing it!"
"Where did you get this?" Dumbledore asked.
"It's just a piece of memory quietly taken, and it's easy to get!" Weston said casually, "After all, I spent the whole day with that child!"
Dumbledore's expression changed a little.
However, he didn't say anything. After all, Weston was Snape's disciple, so his style of doing things was naturally more like Snape's.
Thinking of this, Dumbledore relaxed his eyebrows, stood up and walked to a corner of the office, where the pensieve was placed...
Half an hour later, Dumbledore walked back to his seat with an ugly expression.
"I'm afraid, I really did something wrong!" Dumbledore sighed, "I didn't expect that Petunia has never forgiven her sister!"
Just no forgiveness? Weston is a little disdainful, maybe more out of jealousy!
"Professor, you should think about how you should treat that child in the future!" Weston said with a smile, "If you stay in that home, no matter how good the child is, it will be very easy to go astray!"
"Moreover, that child's magic level is a medium wizard apprentice! I think you should understand what this means!"
Of course Dumbledore understands that this means that no matter what happens to Harry Potter in the future, just looking at the present, he has the potential to become a high-level wizard!
"I will not participate in the rest!" Weston stood up and reminded with a smile, "I have done what I promised you, Professor! Then..."
"Okay, sorry to trouble you!" Dumbledore understood what Weston meant and took out a piece of parchment very simply. "This is your reward. It records the place where the phoenix egg last appeared!"
Weston took it and couldn't wait to open it...
"It turns out to be here!" Weston murmured to himself, "It seems that I have to go there!"
The last place where the phoenix egg recorded on the parchment appeared was the dark forest!
"Then, I'll go back first!" Weston bowed slightly, and then left.
"Wait, Weston!" Dumbledore stopped him, "Severus told me to go find him before you leave."
"Okay!" Although Weston didn't know what the arrogant teacher wanted to do, he didn't waste any time, so he agreed without hesitation.
——————
"Dong dong dong!"
"Come in!"
"Old——" Weston was just about to say hello, but suddenly felt something was wrong, and immediately pulled away. Then several iron armor spells were silently blessed on his body, and the wand was also held in his hand.
After seeing the attacker clearly, Weston smiled bitterly: "Teacher, there is no need to use the Shadowless Curse to greet me as soon as I come over! What if you accidentally kill me?"
"Hmph, if you don't even have this vigilance, you are not worthy of being my disciple, you will die!" Snape snorted coldly and put down his wand.
Weston finally had nothing to do with this arrogant man. He rubbed his nose with a wry smile and put away his wand.
"Find a seat and sit down. I still have some potions to finish!" Snape turned around and climbed onto the workbench and said casually.
Weston sighed, repaired the broken office door, found a random place, and sat down.
"Did you go to see the boy?" Snape asked casually.
"Uh, yes!" Weston nodded.
Snape turned around suddenly, stared into Weston's eyes, pursed his lips, and said nothing.
Of course, Weston understood what he wanted to say, and without asking (of course, Snape couldn't take the initiative to ask), he explained the process of accompanying Harry in detail, and said it intentionally or unintentionally.
Harry Potter's situation.
"Muggles are always so ignorant!" Snape said coldly.
Are you talking about Muggles, or the Dursleys? Weston wanted to ask this, but after thinking about his teacher's character, he decisively eliminated this tempting idea.
Maybe if he asked, Snape wouldn't be testing him, and he would probably start a real duel right away!
"Okay, if nothing happens, you can leave!" Snape waved his hand and said directly.
Damn it, you kicked out the cook when you were full! Weston was a little stunned by Snape's operation.
"By the way, teacher!" Weston hesitated for a moment, then said it, "If there was resurrection magic, would you need it?"
"Bang -" there was an explosion, and a choking smoke came out of the crucible on the operating table...