On the way to King's Cross Station, Mr. Farley was explaining the concept of pure-blood in the magical world to Mr. Hols.
"According to their definition of pure-blood, it ans these people's family trees have never included a Muggle—which is impossible. Because if you trace back to the roots, if no ancestor had Muggle parents or married a Muggle, then this family simply couldn't exist."
At this point, a hint of contempt flashed in Mr. Farley's eyes.
"In fact, the so-called pure-blood concept is more of a political appeal, a ans to gain benefits and achieve goals. If soone truly believes pure bloodlines are superior, they're the real fools."
Perhaps feeling he had said too much, Mr. Farley brought the topic back. "Actually, there are similar behavioral concepts in the Muggle world too."
Mr. Hols reacted quickly, "You an—the one-drop rule?"
"Exactly!"
Mr. Farley showed a slightly awkward smile.
"I don't know who copied from whom... Anyway, back to our earlier topic. The Harry Potter we're going to et is exactly in this situation. his father Jas Potter's Potter family, like our Farley family, though not in the Sacred Twenty-Eight pure-blood families directory, is still a pure-blood family.
His mother Lily Potter was a Muggle-born witch. Broadly speaking, since both of Harry Potter's parents are wizards, he would be a pure-blood wizard. In most cases, that's how we categorize it. But narrowly speaking, although his mother is a wizard, she's a Muggle-born wizard, so Harry Potter is still mixed-blood and cannot be considered pure-blood."
Mr. Hols's evaluation of this classification thod was: "Looking for trouble where none exists."
"Indeed," Mr. Farley agreed, then frowned, "We've been stopped here for almost half an hour. Is this what they call traffic?"
This ti it was Mr. Hols's turn to sigh.
"London is like this—if only we could fly over."
At tis like this, he inevitably missed that extraordinary flying car from Ron's family last sumr vacation.
But Mr. Farley misunderstood, "You an flying broomsticks?"
When he said this, Mr. Hols also realized his mistake. He couldn't ntion that flying car. Although Gemma seed to have so feelings for his son, just like the Granger girl, it was better to be cautious about such matters. He couldn't bring trouble to the Weasley family.
"Yes, that's what I ant," hearing Mr. Farley ntion flying broomsticks, Mr. Hols went along with it. "With those, we'd never have to worry about traffic again."
"If flying broomsticks caused traffic jams, that would really be a disaster."
Mr. Farley laughed, "But our travel thods aren't limited to just flying broomsticks. Even Ministry cars don't really worry about traffic jams."
"Really?"
Mr. Hols imdiately beca interested, "Quick, tell more about it!"
While the two fathers chatted enthusiastically in the front seats, Gemma sitting beside Sherlock was equally excited. After all, this was her first ti riding in a car, and the feeling was very novel.
"Doesn't Muggle Studies class cover cars?"
"It does, but that's a theoretical course with no practical experience."
Gemma said, withdrawing her gaze and looking at Sherlock with eyes full of laughter.
"Thanks to you, I only started experiencing cars and telephones after eting you, oh, and television too—Sherlock, tell about other things that exist in the Muggle world but not in the magical world?"
"Sure, what would you like to know?"
Gemma: (≧∇≦)ﾉ〃
Due to the traffic jam, when Sherlock's group arrived at the station, Uncle Vernon and Harry were already there.
Although he already knew that Gemma and her father would co with Sherlock and his father to pick him up, when Harry actually saw Gemma sitting beside Sherlock and Mr. Farley in the passenger seat next to Mr. Hols, he still found it sowhat incredible.
The relationship between Sherlock and Gemma Farley was advancing by leaps and bounds!
Last vacation, they only communicated by letter. Last school year, Gemma had started participating in the Chamber of Secrets investigation. A month ago, Gemma went to Sherlock's house as a guest. Now, both sides had already t the parents!
Wait, this scene seed familiar. Thinking carefully, wasn't this the sa lineup as when they went to Godric's Hollow together last sumr? Only the Granger father and daughter had been replaced by the Farley father and daughter.
Thinking of Hermione, Harry couldn't help but get a headache. At this mont, it was as if two little people were fighting in his mind.
The first little person said. "Sherlock is your mate, you absolutely cannot tell Hermione about this!"
The other little person said. "Sherlock is a good mate, but isn't Hermione one too? Harry, you can't play favorites!"
"What favoritism? Sherlock and Gemma are just good friends, there's no need to be so nervous!"
"Hmph, do you even believe that yourself? Even if Sherlock doesn't have such thoughts, Gemma is graduating this year. If she really has any ideas, Hermione is in danger!"
"That's perfect then. Once Gemma graduates, she won't be in the picture anymore, and Sherlock and Hermione will have plenty of ti!"
"Too naive! There's still a whole year ahead, who knows what will happen during that ti? Besides, why wouldn't she be in the picture after graduation?"
Neither little person could convince the other. Sotis one had the upper hand, sotis the other.
Just as Harry's mind was in chaos, Mr. Farley approached and looked Harry over with interest, then spoke.
"Mr. Potter, your reputation precedes you, thunderous to the ear."
Since Harry was still imrsed in the choice between helping Sherlock or helping Hermione, he didn't hear Mr. Farley's words.
Mr. Farley had heard Gemma tell stories about the Lion King and the Savior more than once, so he was equally interested in Harry. Seeing his condition, he wasn't angry but chuckled.
"The Boy Who Lived, the Savior of the Magical World, the Nesis of the Dark Lord, Gryffindor's Boxing King..."
Hearing Mr. Farley say this, Harry finally snapped back to reality, his face turning red instantly.
He stamred, "That's... that's not..."
"Haha, no more jokes. Let introduce myself properly. I'm Gemma's father, Sebastian Augustus Farley," Mr. Farley said, extending his hand to Harry, "Nice to et you, please take care of us."
"Very pleased to et you, Mr. Farley."
"I'm also very pleased to et you. By the way, may I call you Harry?"
"Of course, Mr. Farley."
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Harry's Uncle Vernon said he was in a hurry to pick soone up, so after a simple greeting, he left first.
Mr. Farley watched Uncle Vernon leave as if fleeing, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.
Pure-blood families had different attitudes toward Muggles. The Malfoy family was purely exclusionary—otherwise Malfoy wouldn't keep calling people "Mudblood" at school.
The Weasley family was the complete opposite; they had strong curiosity about Muggles and were very friendly toward them.
The Abbott and Longbottom families were sowhere in between—neither excluding nor getting close. As for the Farley family, they were more pragmatic. They were very willing to associate with Muggle families that were useful to them or looked favorable, like Sherlock's parents—of course, Gemma Farley played a crucial role in this.
But for those like Vernon Dursley who actively rejected them, they naturally looked down upon them too.
"Oh, sorry, Mr. Farley," seeing this scene, Harry felt sowhat embarrassed and could only force an explanation, "Uncle Vernon actually ans no harm, he just always rejects magic, but he's actually a good person..."
"It's alright, Harry. The entire magical world should thank you."
Mr. Farley took Harry's hand and said warmly, "Without you, the British magical world would now be shrouded in the Dark Lord's shadow. How could we have this relaxed and pleasant life?"
Harry was sowhat surprised by Mr. Farley's enthusiasm. After all, he was a Slytherin. But thinking about Gemma's performance at school, Harry was relieved.
According to Sherlock, this was what a real Slytherin was like. People like Malfoy and Pansy had simply gone down the wrong path.
"Sorry, Mr. Hols, Mr. Farley, I'm causing you trouble..."
Watching Mr. Hols and Mr. Farley efficiently move his luggage to the trunk, Harry felt sowhat embarrassed.
His relationship with the Dursley family had clearly normalized. He had also made up his mind early that he would stay at Privet Drive this vacation. He never expected that plans couldn't keep up with changes. For long-term considerations, he had no choice but to take this desperate asure.
"Hey, what are you saying, little guy!"
Mr. Hols patted Harry's shoulder, "Violet wanted to invite you and Ron over last Christmas, and she was disappointed for quite a while when she heard you stayed at school!"
Mr. Farley also smiled slightly, his elegant deanor even surpassing Gemma's. "Just helping out, don't mind it."
Both n's words moved Harry even more. In this world, he had never seen better people than the Hols family—even including that brother Mycroft who was seven years older than Sherlock and had a strange personality.
Oh, and the Weasley family too. Every Christmas, Mrs. Weasley never forgot to send him a hand-knitted sweater.
eting Sherlock and Gemma was much more natural. Sherlock needn't be ntioned—good friend. As for Gemma, when he saw her, Harry couldn't help but sigh that she had beco even more mature than last school year.
Harry had good aesthetic sense. In his opinion, in the entire school, only Percy's girlfriend Penelope Clearwater could compete with her. In terms of looks alone, Cho Chang was actually superior to both of them for him, but she was only one year older than himself and seed slightly immature compared to these two.
Below them were the prettiest Patil twins in their year... Wait, what kind of nonsense was he thinking about!
Harry couldn't help but secretly despise himself. Acting like he'd never seen beautiful girls before—how embarrassing!
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