No one can disturb my retirement life in the Red Mansion

"Where are we going? Tumbleweed Alley? Didn't you say there would be bad wizards who would kidnap me?" Ou Mengmeng asked hurriedly. What was there to do in Diagon Alley? The most fun place was their store. Even Harry was no longer curious about the wizarding world after playing there for two days. So what was there to do now? What else was there to do on this street?

"Okay, you guys can do whatever you want! But, honey, you have to let them play, not be nerds." Old Foster was depressed. His son and daughter-in-law were both poor students, so how could they give birth to a child who was born to love learning? Could it be because he looked like him? But he was also self-aware. When he thought about himself when he was young, he really didn't like learning.

"You will become nerds? Come on, Hogwarts can't teach nerds at all." Ou Mengmeng made a face and thought about those textbooks. "Alas, with textbooks like this, it's impossible for me to become a nerd!"

"Okay, okay, go play! Harry, Draco, whatever you want to play, take Petunia with you!" Old Foster looked so anxious that he waved his hands around as if he was shooing away a fly.

"Yes, sir." Draco and Harry nodded together. In fact, they would go out for a walk every day these days. After all, they were people who had passed through London. They would not be interested in a small alley. They just wanted to have a joke with the neighbors. They wanted to listen to gossip. As for Tumble Alley behind Diagon Alley, it was actually quite interesting. Ou Mengmeng had taken them there before. They could buy some so-called dark magic items. Ou Mengmeng actually went there often in recent years. Old Foster took her there before, but when she was older, she went by herself. People on both streets knew her. It was possible to scare her, but it was unlikely that she would be kidnapped. In a community of 3,000 people, it was really easy to find anyone!

At this time, there was a knock on their window, and Hathaway fluttered her wings desperately. Draco rushed over, opened the window, and let Hathaway in.

"Penny, my dad replied." Draco didn't dare to open it and stuffed the letter into Penny's hand.

Ou Mengmeng put down her knife and fork, opened the envelope herself, glanced at it, and handed the letter to Draco, "Your father agreed. By the way, he will ask Dobby to send us a list of Harry's grandfather's inheritance for our reference. Then, he will prepare to help Harry recover the property. So let me ask Harry's opinion."

"Oh, what's that?" Harry didn't understand.

"Let's look at the list first. This is not a simple question." Ou Mengmeng shook her head and looked up at her grandfather. "Grandpa, what do you think?"

"Be careful." Old Foster thought about it and said softly. It was obvious that he didn't like his granddaughter getting involved in this matter. Mainly, he really couldn't trust Lucius. Wouldn't he take this opportunity to embarrass Dumbledore? He didn't want his granddaughter to become a knife in someone else's hand.

"Let's look at the things first! Then formulate a strategy. I believe Uncle Lucius is very familiar with the regulations of the Ministry of Magic. We should first investigate what can be recovered. Another point is..." Ou Mengmeng hesitated for a moment and said to Harry, "Another point is, Harry, your parents trust Dumbledore very much, so he is the executor of the estate. Then, he has the right to dispose of these properties at will before you come of age. You must be prepared. As long as Dumbledore controls them, you can't get them back. You have to know that now we have a principle. We are targeting the Ministry of Magic, not Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix."

"Yes, Harry, the wizarding world has its own rules." Old Fox nodded. This is a principle. Never become a knife in the hands of others. Doing things that will make your loved ones hate you and your enemies happy.

After he finished speaking, he also glanced at his granddaughter. He was also reminding his precious granddaughter. Let people know that the first thing Harry Potter did when he returned to the wizarding world was to pursue the family property. First, it would affect Harry's reputation. He was the Boy Who Lived, how could he be so greedy for money? Second, it would be just like Dumbledore embezzled the Potter family's money, which would be too offensive. "So, I'm not talking about money? I've always said that gold Galleons are not important. Just like Draco, he would be proud of his Malfoy Manor, and I know my ancestors from my mother's inheritance list. So where is the inheritance of the Potter family? I know that there was a great alchemist among Foster's ancestors, and I also know that there was a headmaster of Hogwarts among my mother's ancestors. How would Harry know? Harry, this is not a matter of money, it's a matter of finding your roots."

Ou Mengmeng nodded immediately and turned back to look at Harry. She also thought of this. As a national idol in the wizarding world, it is not good for Harry to come out to ask for inheritance now, so he must come up with a reasonable reason.

Who is Harry? Besides being the savior, the child who survived a catastrophe, the son of James and Lily Potter, he is also the heir of the Potter family. This is the basis of his standing in the wizarding world. I want to know the family history, so I don’t want gold Galleons, I want family inheritance, I want to see what kind of family I was born into. I want to be proud of my family.

Draco lowered his head silently. He felt that his nerves were getting stronger and stronger. Looking at his own quality, he could face the serious nonsense of "Little Penny" without changing his expression. Draco was moved by himself and was quite proud of himself.

"Why can't you just ask Dumbledore?" Harry was much calmer. These days were not wasted. The process of learning was actually a process of acceptance. These days they became familiar with the people on this street, and he gradually integrated into them.

And these people on the street, at first they would stand up, take off their hats, and look at him with admiration, and slowly, they began to treat him as a child who grew up around them like "Petunia", Draco, and Neville, and they didn't think there was anything special about him.

He himself did not think that he was special, especially since they had found all the official and unofficial histories of the disaster in a second-hand bookstore. They had excerpted them and pasted them on the wall in the "Little Petunia" style for comparison.

"Penny" said that history is actually multi-dimensional, and what the truth is is a false proposition. All we can say is that history is a story. The story depends on who tells it, and from what angle and method.

So true, false, right, wrong, nothing. It's just the needs of the writer. Even if she is a famous historian, she has her own likes and dislikes. This kind of objectivity may be restrained, but it can't be completely eliminated. Don't take history seriously, just read it!

Now Harry Potter is no longer the naive boy who just entered the wizarding world. He actually accepts the historical view said by "Little Petunia" because they have really read too many reports and statements. No one can tell which one is true except the parties involved.

For example, the last battle at the Potters' house, where the only parties involved were the Potters and the Noseless Monster, and the only one left was himself who couldn't speak yet. So he said these things as if they were happening right there! He wanted to use "Little Petunia's" catchphrase, "Where's the face?" (End of this chapter)