"Who are you?"

"Are you the only one?"

“Is there another world?”

"Are you the one you in the past?"

“Where is the future?”

"Is history moving forward or reincarnation?"

"Are the stars guiding everything?"

"Are people in cages?"

“…”

Brian strolled in the endless darkness, whispering his voice asking questions one by one, as if he was asking him or just asking himself.

Brian had no desire to answer, nor had any other feelings, but was very calm and heading towards the distance.

There was an archway that seemed to be shining slightly in the darkness, guiding him.

He remembered that he had been here in his dream last time.

But at this time he had no curiosity or extra thoughts, and just slowly approached the arch.

He only knew that if the black shadow entered, he would have to go in too.

I don’t know how long I walked, but the arch gradually approached.

The whispers around him became closer and closer, as if they were coming from the arch.

It is the source and the destination.

He knows it.

Eventually, Brian stopped in front of the arch.

It was an ancient stone arch, standing there quietly, looking shaky, with a ragged black curtain hanging on it, shaking gently as if it was blown by the breeze.

There seemed to be countless people in the door, as if they were commenting on him through a thin layer of curtains.

Brian stood in front of the arch and looked quietly at the curtain.

...

"Dingling-Dingling-Dingling-"

A small silver bell popped up on the black wooden pendulum clock, and it jingled, and the pleasant ringtone woke Brian from his dream.

Brian gasped, his forehead covered with fine cold sweat.

He sat up from the bed, his pale face seemed a little sick, and his expression was not good at this time.

"It's this dream again," he murmured.

If the first time is just a chance, then the second time means that things are not that simple.

"Why is the stone arch in the dream a little familiar?" Brian adjusted his mentality, pressed his chin with one hand and fell into deep thought.

After searching for a moment in his memory, he was sure that he had never seen the stone arch, but he always felt inexplicably familiar.

Brian picked up the wand at the head of the bed and waved it gently. The curtains on the bed automatically opened. He opened the curtains in his slippers.

This is a beautifully decorated bedroom with luxurious carpets on the floor, a wide four-poster bed with gorgeous green curtains, a small silver bag he brought back on the wooden desk, and a soft armchair next to it. The cabinets beside the wall are carved with exquisite hollow patterns, and there are detailed carvings on the wall.

The black wooden pendulum bell in the shape of a thorn bird cage had stopped chirping and hid the small bell.

Brian looked at the view outside through the floor-to-ceiling window and let out a soft sigh.

Fly Manor is located on a hillside outside Fly Village in Hampshire. From the outside, the manor's manor's manor is a light yellow Tudor Gothic building, which looks classic and beautiful.

The wrought iron gate of the manor is a Forley family badge, the main body is a golden castle wrapped in ivy, with a silver snake on it, with gold and silver stars on the edge, and the outside is surrounded by golden and white roses and silver ribbons. The ribbon below has Latin meaning: endless life.

The main building is surrounded by a garden, making the fragrance of flowers all seasons. Mrs. Fley likes to sit on the bench on the garden lawn for afternoon tea.

In front of the main entrance, there is a fountain carved with sculptures of the twelve zodiac signs, which reflects rainbows in the sun. There is a beautiful lake on the side, with a group of white swans in it. I heard that there are magical animals living in the lake. Whenever the full moon hangs high, beautiful and ethereal singing will be heard deep in the lake, like a water monster that lures people to fall.

Looking out from the windows of the mansion, you can see the exquisite garden and the vast flat lawn in the distance.

Fly Manor was cast with a Muggle shielding and a covert spell. In the eyes of the Muggles in Fly Village, this is a barren mountain covered with woods, but there are also horrifying legends about it.

Brian packed himself up, walked through the corridor full of portraits of his ancestors and beautiful tapestries, walked down the escalator to the dining room on the first floor.

Mr. Fry was already here, wearing a soft hat and holding a daily newspaper of the Prophet, eating the breakfast carefully prepared by the elves of the house.

"Good morning, Brian. Was it down so early?" Mr. Fry looked up at Brian and smiled. "I want me to say that you should have a good sleep during the holidays, especially your mother has breakfast in the bedroom today." He lowered his voice at the last sentence.

"Good morning, Dad, I just want to solve some things." Brian gently pulled away the chair and sat on it.

The things in the dream are still too far away from him, and he is helpless at the moment, but he does not intend to waste his holidays.

"Dad, do you know how to solve the problem of schizon?" Brian asked casually while eating the fried egg.

"Ah, Zhensi, that's a good thing!" Mr. Fry wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin, exclaiming.

"You know, every underage wizard has a stalker. When you leave school, the Ministry of Magic will step up the use of the stalker, specifically to catch those little wizards who use magic outside the school in violation of regulations." He scared softly.

"But to be honest, trance is still very useful. At least it allows us to determine your location at any time, so as not to be taken away by a fire dragon or something." Mr. Fley blinked.

"Then can I use magic outside of school?" Brian said softly.

"Yes, of course, the schizon is not very restrictive to you. Because it can only detect magic fluctuations within a certain range around you." Mr. Fry smiled, "that is, as long as you have adult wizards around you, they are completely unsure who is releasing the magic."

"The Ministry of Magic finally did a good thing to let those little guys from Muggle-born recognize their position. For you, it's mainly based on parental supervision." He blinked at Brian and said, "You know."

"Of course, it's better not to try to use black magic, as it may be detected." Mr. Fley added, "In fact, it doesn't matter if you use a little bit of bad things. After all, those people from the Ministry of Magic will still give me some face."

"But that's not very convenient," said Brian.

"Indeed, no one likes this." Mr. Fry smiled playfully, picked up the newspaper and put it in front of him. "You can try it yourself, don't think about finding me a solution. I successfully cracked it when I was 16."

"Okay." Brian shook his head and said, "I lost my wand. I need to buy another one in Diagon Alley."

Mr. Fry moved the newspaper that blocked his cheek down, revealing his deep black eyes, which blinked gently, looking a little dull.

"Merlin's beard! To be honest, I didn't expect..." Mr. Fry grabbed the hat on his head.

"Will a wizard lose his wand?" he said incredible, "this is the stupidest thing I've ever seen."

"Oh, wait, I haven't seem to ask about your test results yet?" Mr. Fley said cautiously. He heard last night that Goal almost beat his incompetent son to death, and he laughed at him as a joke for a long time.

"Oh, that's OK." Brian said lightly.

"What's going on?" Mr. Fry twisted his lower body uneasy and stared at Brian's calm eyes. He felt that they were a little stupid... He had a bad premonition.

"I think you will receive my transcript soon. I'll eat it, bye." Brian showed a helpless and funny expression. He stuffed the last bite of breakfast into his mouth, got up and left the restaurant.

"Young Master, your robe." A sharp voice sounded.

It was a house elf, who was only two feet tall, had slender arms, big head, big bat-like ears, and big eyes like bright glass beads.

He wore clean and neat sheets, like the most satisfying housekeeper, and brought him an ironed robe and bowed gracefully.

"Thank you, Ika." Brian said lightly.

There are six house elves in Fley Manor, who are responsible for all aspects of the manor and are loyal to the Fley family for generations. And their lives obviously improved after Mrs. Fley arrived.

Mrs. Fley always gave the house elves a lot of tablecloths or sheets—as long as they were not clothes—to be used as clothes. At the same time, she also divided a room as their residence and gave them some quilts or something.

According to Mrs. Fley, as servants, you should also pay attention to appearance and keep them clean and tidy. At the same time, the Fley family would not treat them unfairly, as the master would be so stingy that even the servants would be harsh and exploited. This obviously convinced Mr. Fley.

These house elves are grateful to the kind and kind hostess, and are more loyal and diligent, and can always do everything thoughtfully and in line with the heart.

Brian changed into a robe, took his wallet, threw Floor powder into the fireplace, and the flames inside rose high.
Chapter completed!