With such doubts, Lucius followed Draco to the room with Septimus's portrait, half-believing, half-doubting.
Can't really blame him for being skeptical; after all, the other party is his ancestor, and had once met that Potter.
What's more, the great-grandfather had a bit of influence in the Magic World back in the day; he must be knowledgeable.
Oh, what influence did great-grandfather have? Just a little more than Voldemort in the United Kingdom.
Upon entering the room, he saw Draco eagerly approaching Septimus's portrait.
"Don't disturb me if there's nothing important." Septimus was clearly in a morning grump.
"Great-grandfather, great-grandfather." Draco happily ran over and said to Septimus: "My parents don't believe that Harry is the Harry from a hundred years ago, please help me prove it to them..."
Septimus looked at this silly child in front of him with indescribable hesitation.
Even without the previous agreement with Harry, the sleep-disturbed Septimus didn't want to tell him.
Portraits need to sleep too!
With both reasons combined, Septimus flashed a very dangerous smile.
"Lucius." He looked at Lucius standing behind Draco.
"Ancestor." Lucius quickly bowed in respect.
"I don't doubt your financial acumen, Lucius." Septimus glanced at Draco: "But now, seeing your son, I question your parenting skills—"
Upon hearing this, Lucius shot Draco a bloodthirsty look.
Draco swallowed nervously.
No, great-grandfather, why don't you speak the truth?!
In his heart, he transformed into a screaming groundhog.
He turned to flee, but discovered his escape had already been blocked by his mother.
"Ancestor, you're right." Narcissa took over, "I also believe that a more traditional education suits the constitution of children today; focusing solely on humanitarian approaches isn't suitable for their mental and physical health growth."
With Draco's desperate eyes, he was pulled out of the room by Lucius and Narcissa, who each grabbed an arm.
Shortly after, the Malfoy Manor echoed with cries of anguish, startling a flock of crows into flight.
Harry foresaw the suffering Draco was about to endure, but he was quite pleased.
This might be somewhat inherited from James; he actually had a bit of a wicked streak.
From the Malfoy family, he also discovered a rather important clue.
Though the Malfoy family didn't possess the Angel's Feather or the Snake Monster Poison Fang, Lucius pointed him towards a promising lead—perhaps he could try his luck at the home of Nicolas Flamel, the legendary Alchemist in France.
Nico, oh Nico, he was very familiar with him.
Back in the day, he and Vivi had been guests at Nico's house, and Vivi's parents were even friends across generations with Nick.
Yes, when Vivi's father was a child, Mr. and Mrs. Nico used to carry him.
When it comes to seniority and age, few in the Magic World can rival the Nick couple.
Considering the late hour now, in respect to the elderly, Harry decided to first write a letter to Nick and set off to his home upon receiving a reply.
Apparition Displacement can be used over long distances; Harry, back then, could utilize Illusionary Appearance to travel from London to Hogwarts, nearly spanning the entire country.
Now, with the enhancement of the Magic Stone, his understanding of this Magic Spell has deepened further.
The Magic Strength has a simple principle for some Magic Spells: bigger is better, more is beautiful, just throw bricks with great force.
Upon returning to the Broken Cauldron Bar, it was still in business.
Harry greeted Tom, shook hands with a few enthusiastic wizards, and climbed the stairs.
In the room, Pabi lay sprawled across Harry's bed, still covered with a quilt, appearing deeply asleep.
Hearing Harry open the door, Pabi lazily opened one eye.
"Pabi," Harry greeted, "I'm back!"
"Oh." Pabi sniffed, "I can smell it, you definitely had something good to eat, right? Surely something good to eat, right? Did you bring me any delicious treats?"
Harry reached out to rub Pabi's head and said with a smile: "Bringing food from others' homes isn't very polite; I'll buy you something tasty tomorrow, okay?"
"Alright, alright." Pabi muttered a couple of times, closing her eyes while enjoying Harry's touch.
After a while, she seemed to remember something and added: "Oh, don't buy coffee flavored ones, I don't like that bitter taste—I prefer sweet things."
"Okay, okay." Harry chuckled, "You can have any flavor you want, look—"
He pulled out a piece of chocolate from his bag and handed it to Pabi, "This is milk chocolate, sweet, have a taste."
Pabi suspiciously looked at the chocolate in front of her and popped it in her mouth.
After a while, she smiled brightly, saying: "Haha, it really is."
"Half a piece is enough," Harry withdrew his hand, "Don't eat too much, or you won't be able to sleep later."
"Don't worry, Harry." Pabi wiggled her head.
"Well, I'm going to France soon," Harry told Pabi, "Do you want to come with me?"
"Yay, going to France!" Pabi cheered, "France has lots and lots of delicious food, I love French cuisine the most—"
Harry showed her an OK gesture.
"Then let's sleep, we have to get up early tomorrow morning." Harry said, opening the suitcase, "Come in and sleep, tomorrow we'll first go back to Uncle's house, then I'll ask Hedwig to send a letter to Mr. Leme."