I traveled to HP but I tied it to the wrong game system

"Emmeline, brother is back, I brought you something you like...", Fuleli pushed open the door and looked at the gap that suddenly opened.

He knew that it was probably his sister who came back. As for whether it was a thief, it was really funny. After their father passed away, only mice would visit their door besides snowflakes.

When a thief comes, he will probably feel sympathy and leave them some stolen money.

But didn't Emmeline close the door? "Emmeline?" Fuleli pushed open the door, and Emmeline almost rushed over immediately. Her face was full of tears, and her wide Hufflepuff robe was stained with a lot of blood-like things.

"What's wrong with you, Emmeline? Is it your blood?" As a brother, he immediately became nervous, and Emmeline shook her head in panic and cried helplessly.

"No... no, it's not like that, it's mom, it's mom's...", Emmeline stammered.

"Isn't it getting better?" Fuerli said anxiously. He immediately took his sister to his mother's room.

A woman with two broken legs sat on the bed with empty eyes. A fruit knife was stuck in her abdomen. "Fuerli, Emeline..." Although she still remembered the names of her son and daughter, they were limited to their names.

Who would have thought that she used to be a dignified and decent housewife. She and her father just went out for a trip and turned the originally happy family of four into what it is now.

No one knew what happened. He was at home at the time. When he was taken there by his father's colleagues, he learned that his father was killed on the spot, and his mother lost both legs and could not maintain complete thinking ability, and could not even speak a complete sentence.

There were traces of black magic around. According to the therapist, they thought that their father and mother were dead before they left...

He was a student. Even though he had some family background, he had to drop out of school and go home after his father died. Otherwise, he could not afford his mother's medical expenses and his sister's textbooks. He emptied his family's background to barely pay for his mother's rescue. He had to pay for the rest...

Whether it was his sister or his mother, it should be his responsibility. He was in the sixth grade after all, and his sister was only in the third grade.

It was funny. His previous wish was to be an Auror like his father, but now, it was good to take shortcuts, wasn't it?

Furley touched the medicine bottle in his arms. There was a bottle of medicine for treating external injuries. He had used it at first so that he could get better when he was beaten by a customer one day.

But now...looking at the knife in her mother's abdomen, she didn't know how her mother had turned her out. She clearly remembered that she had put the knife away and put it far away.

Not knowing if it would work, Furrley stepped forward to check his mother's wound. He hoped that this bottle of medicine could hold up. If it was serious enough to go to the hospital, it would be troublesome because they could not afford the medical expenses of St. Mungo's.

After a brief inspection, Furrley sighed. He found that the problem could still be solved. His mother's wound looked scary but was actually very shallow.

He gently took out the knife and finally began to bandage it skillfully.

Emmeline watched her brother's actions beside her and dared not say a word. She was relieved until Furrley finished his actions, but she was not relieved for long, and a strong sadness inexplicably surged up.

Her emotions, which had calmed down a little, immediately surged like a tide, but she still held back her tears. She and her brother comforted her mother to lie down, and left the room with her brother.

She vented it out.

"No... No, I won't go to school! I'll stay at home with my mother. I don't want my mother to get into trouble again!" Emily said in great pain. She had no mood to go to school a long time ago. After seeing her brother's skillful bandaging movements and her mother on the verge of life and death, she hated herself for not being able to do anything.

"What are you talking about, Emily, not going to school? Why? Do you know that you are only 13 years old? What can you do if you don't go to school at this age?" Fuerli was almost laughing with anger. This was not the time to be willful. He knew this better than anyone else.

"Anyway, anything is better than going to school! Do you still treat me as a child? Let me watch you work so hard, and then do nothing, watching my mother alone at home, and may be in danger at any time?" Emily's tears surged even more, which made Fuerli know that his sister was not being willful at all.

"Do you know that you couldn't even bandage your little finger when it was injured? Even a year ago, I was responsible for it! You always told me that it was okay, but the skilled bandaging movements would not lie!"

"I want to do something for you, brother, I can't bear to see youYou work so hard, but you pretend you didn't see anything, and then you take it for granted that you enjoy everything you bring! I can't go to school! I'm totally unqualified!" Emmeline couldn't believe what kind of job it was that often required treating wounds.

You have to know that the magic world is not short of manpower. The odd jobs in Diagon Alley are already hereditary. What does the unemployed brother need to do to save up the expensive medical expenses.

Every time my mother is treated, she needs a lot of potions made of expensive herbs, and the value is immeasurable.

Even if my father is here now, he is so excellent, almost all graduated with O, and became an Auror's father in two or three years, he can't bite his teeth to buy so many potions, but my brother can, the brother who didn't finish school can.

Fullie knew that he had important problems to solve, not only his sister, but also his mother. He couldn't let his mother stay at home all the time. He didn't know what kind of dangers that would bring.

At least he had to send her to St. Mungo's, if possible, and he would need to spend A high price for accompanying her would reduce the danger and help her mother regain consciousness.

And his sister, he must let her go to school with peace of mind.

Then...

Money is needed, enough for her mother to receive treatment and for her sister to feel at ease...

Fullie looked at the cloth in his hand, which contained a ring.

That man was an alchemist, he had money...

Alchemy cannot be without money.

Fullie once again realized the importance of money. That man took out more than 20 gold galleons at once, which was almost half a month's salary for his father.

And he was not hiring, but simply giving. If he could prove his value, maybe he could get more...

Mom...

Sister...

But that was almost an impossible task. Fullie saw that although the man said he trusted her, There was almost no trust in his tone.

He did not expect to get things done right away at first, after all, it was really difficult. He also saw that the man's psychological expectations were very low, so he agreed, thinking that he would do it first and then discuss the rest later.

After all, it is definitely impossible to make a name for himself in the short term.

But now, although the man will not give up on him directly, and will even wait for him to spread the news slowly for a while, the man can wait, but his mother and sister cannot.

If he does not get enough money to dispel his sister's idea of ​​dropping out of school before Christmas, and then send his mother to St. Mungo's, he will never feel at ease.

What to do, what to do, he can't wait at all, but it's too difficult to let the news spread in Knockturn Alley within three or four days. If he is not careful and casually reveals the news of that person, although it spreads quickly, it will certainly It will definitely annoy the man. Although he won't kill him, the money will definitely fly away.

If he is cautious, the news will not spread widely, and it is estimated that the money will also fly away. He must not reveal the man's mouth while spreading the news.

Make him satisfied, so as to reach a cooperation and get the money...

Fuerli hates that the man wants to spread the news. If he wants his life, then he is willing to die immediately, so that his mother and sister will have no problems.

Fuerli thought in despair...

Otherwise, he can steal the man's sword, which can probably be sold for a lot, which is a good idea. He can also use the ring to escape afterwards...

Haha, just kidding, he is not so stupid as to flood the Dragon King Temple with a flood. How could he not have a way to deal with the man's alchemical products, not to mention his superb spells and strange exploding things.

Hmm...wait, suddenly something flashed through his mind. Since...then...

He suddenly had a good idea. Although it was a little dangerous, he could get money and spread the alchemical products of men perfectly.

Not a bit dangerous...

That's nothing. He said that if he could save his mother and sister by dying now, he would definitely be willing to die now.

——————————————

Carl made an appointment with Regulus and Fuerli at the same time today. This certainly didn't mean that he wanted to be a master of time management. In fact, if Fuerli had no problem and was even doing well.

Carl would let Regulus meet him briefly, of course, under the unbreakable curse. If he couldn't be exposed, he should pay more attention to Regulus' safety.

But if Fuerli was more reliable, it wouldn't be impossible to slightly include him in the margins. Half of the next docking could be handed over to Regulus. When he was more relaxed, he could also let Regulus exercise a little.

I don't know if it's because everyone in the Snake Court is socially incompetent, RegulusGurus and Sever's social skills are almost non-existent. If you think about the original book carefully, it seems that only Voldemort in the early stage can be said to be eloquent.

For the other little snakes, please forgive Carl for using two extremes to describe them. The first extreme is that a good person has a mouth, and the second extreme is that a good person has no mouth. Regulus obviously belongs to the latter.

It is a good thing to let Regulus communicate with people more while ensuring safety.

Carl thought about this while entering Knockturn Alley. After entering Knockturn Alley, he immediately found that this place was different from usual.

Almost the moment he entered Knockturn Alley, he felt a bit of a murderous atmosphere around him. You know, even the black market used to be more lively here. Although it is not as good as Knockturn Alley, there are people coming and going. Although most of them are in a hurry, the flow of people is not a joke.

But today, why are there so few people...

"The one in front! Take off your robe!" Carl was walking on the road when he suddenly heard someone's voice behind him. It was a male voice, which sounded sharp and piercing.

"Huh? Let me take it off, are you kidding? Is there such a rule in Knockturn Alley?" Carl turned his head and looked at the sharp male voice over there. The man looked a little thin. Although he couldn't be said to be skinny, he should not have more than two taels of flesh if he touched his whole body. He looked very distinctive.

Carl felt that he looked familiar. Oh, he remembered that when he went to inquire about the news of the store, he met the owner who wanted to kill him.

The tenth of the eleven families he beat up, his family also raised a litter of dogs, which looked very fierce and had high fighting power, so the dogs were barely counted as one family, and Carl beat them all together.

Carl's voice seemed to have a hint of threat, and the owner almost recognized this voice at once. It was a voice that made his whole body ache.

He was just slaughtering a fat sheep as usual, but the fat sheep shed its sheepskin and turned into a ferocious wolf. That is an indispensable color in life.

It is just the color of shouting.

"Oh, this voice sounds familiar, it turns out to be you, sir. We met a few days ago. Oh, I actually forgot, how rude...", the man said. Speaking of holding a grudge...

It is impossible to hold a grudge. He is wearing expensive clothes and has a strong spell. It is obvious that he is an important person from a pure-blood family who came out to buy.

Although I haven't seen him much before, who knows what kind of trouble will be caused by killing him? Besides, if I can lick this person clean and resolve the past grudges, maybe my turnover can double...

"It's nothing, but you are no longer making money from extortion and have changed to forced robbery?" Carl still did not let down his guard, and the wand in his hand shone with a dazzling light, as if it would be launched in the next second.

"Of course not, sir, I'm also a victim..." The man was pitiful, "You haven't been to Knockturn Alley these days, so you don't know how serious the incident is..."

"Oh? How serious is it? It's common for people to die here, right?" Carl seemed careless, but he had a kind of expectation in his heart. Maybe Furrley could really make the news spread in just three or four days. Where did he get the ability? I thought that as long as he did something like an urban legend at the bottom, it would be almost done...

Anyway, it's just the first step, he's not in a hurry at all.

But now it seems... Furrley doesn't really have any special abilities.

"Oh, you don't know at all. These days, men in black robes come to shops or stalls to rob and steal, and even steal from passers-by..."

The man lowered his head, looked around carefully, and continued, "Even several wanted criminals were killed..."

"This?" Carl's expectation was immediately poured with a bucket of cold water. It turned out to be this kind of news.

Theft, robbery and extortion, isn't this the traditional art of Knockturn Alley?