Hogwarts Melon Eater

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“Dobby ——” a sharp sound from the door knocker shocked Dobby. At last he stopped thinking about the connection between owl and himself, snapped his fingers in a panic, and disappeared in place with a bang.

The sharp voice reminded me all the time, “Dobby, you can never be a free owl, you will always be a house elf without freedom. ’

The wind caused by Dobby’s disappearance became the last straw that overwhelmed an on the verge of collapse leaflet. The crumpled leaflet fell from behind the street sign and pitifully fell to the side of the grass.

That was a leaflet for the “Terror Journey” hostel, and it seems to be a little old-“Welcome to the first stop of the Dark Journey, the Malfoy manor with a long history! ’

It seems that a long time ago, a certain Malfoy signed an agreement with the hostel, allowing “Malfoy manor” to join the “Dark Travel Package Combination”, hoping to make a fortune by renting out the garden.

By the way, this combination also includes the fascinating Azkaban, the pension Holy Land Nurmengard, and the famous Vampire castle in Transylvania.

Obviously, not many tourists will choose this strange “dark travel package combination”, so this Malfoy who hopes to make a lot of money is ultimately due to his family reputation (mainly his father’s roar What monster is dancing in my garden? The new white peacock?’), reluctantly told Malfoy manor to withdraw from the travel package.

No one was disappointed except the Malfoy himself.

‘…Go through the wrought iron gate and along the driveway with well-kept yew hedges on both sides, and soon you will see the luxurious Malfoy mansion, which has a history of hundreds of years , Has accumulated countless wealth… At the same time, the sin and darkness it represents are just as countless as the wealth it accumulates…’

‘… During a certain Malfoy’s tenure as the master of the manor in the 14th century, hundreds of muggle tenants living in the manor were all spared. The body was burned in the garden. The Malfoy shed tears in silence for the muggles—the muggle The tenants all have the Black Death, oh, it’s so pathetic, muggle – but who knows? ’

‘dark magic needs internal organs? Oh, I don’t know, it’s disgusting, Malfoy Family never plays dark magic, eh? The torture device in the basement? Can’t we just add a bit of fun to our lives-when do we have to worry about the wizard council in our private life? A lot of extra money in Vault? Oh, is this all surprising? Wizard Has the council been having difficulties recently? We are absolutely not stingy to help-after all, we are generous Malfoy…’

The wizard council failed to get Malfoy who mutilated muggle to be punished, and even apologized for disturbing the private life of ordinary wizards.

Today, the garden of Malfoy manor can no longer see what it used to be. The white peacock walks on the green grass where I don’t know what’s buried, occasionally showing the beautiful and noble pure white feathers to the Malfoys who live here. ——

The speaking of which Malfoy did a lot to protect the white peacocks, and they should be given a “White Peacock Medal”, but they would definitely not be scared of muggle medals.

“pa,” Dobby appeared on a luxurious carpet, his bare feet flinched, and the sudden warmth and comfort made it tremble. The marble fireplace next to it was burning with a roaring fire, and the air was filled with milk and bread. , And Ms. Narcissa’s recent favorite taste of avocado.

Dobby took a few more steps, trying to feel the warm carpet under his feet. He came to the elegant long table in the middle of the dinning hall, decorated with snake patterns, and the legs of the table have valuable silver stripes.

The blond boy, the beautiful woman, and the man holding the Daily Prophet-three wizards sitting at the dinning table, a little quiet.

“Your letter, master, intact, fresh letter,” Dobby handed the letter to the woman sitting on the side of the fireplace.

“On the table,” the beautiful woman didn’t glance at Dobby. Her language was simple and blunt, just like her long black and light golden hair-no one dared to ask if she had found one. Tony, a drunk haircut, because her expression is always cold when facing useless things, she can have a different temperament even with ridiculous hair color.

Dobby obediently placed the letter on the table, and then stood quietly to the side. It lowered his sense of existence and quietly warmed himself with the fire of the fireplace.

The blond boy with the fork took a look at Dobby, frowned but said nothing.

He coughed, moved towards Dobby and raised his eyebrows, while the woman picked up the letter, the man looked at the newspaper without noticing himself, and the boy threw a refined bun on the floor on the ground just to reach Dobby. By the feet.

Dobby bent over to pick it up.

“Draco,” the man holding the newspaper did not put it down. His voice came from behind the newspaper. Draco was taken aback and almost dropped his fork on the ground.

He looked towards Daily Prophet, whose cover says “Azkaban Strengthen Supervision”, “Yes, father?” Draco put his fork on the table, his movements a little stiff.

“Don’t throw the food you don’t like on the ground,” Lucius paused for a second. “You should eat if you don’t like it. Don’t let anyone discover your weakness, otherwise you will be like the minister on Daily Prophet today. The candidate, like Cornelius Fudge, has no dignity and makes compromises for anything.”

Draco tried his best to sit upright, nodded expertly, “Yes, father,” he peeked at Mother Narcissa, who was opening the letter. Not surprisingly, Narcissa’s eyebrows wrinkled.

“Child doesn’t like to eat-then don’t eat,” Narcissa’s professional calf care mode was turned on, and she patted the letter that hadn’t been fully opened on the table, “What is the weakness if you don’t like to eat bread? You used to look at snake I just want to vomit, and I never eat noodles and the like. That’s a weakness. Why don’t we talk about that?”

Narcissa stared at the newspaper, stretched out her pampered slender jade hand, and rudely pulled down the man’s newspaper. She was unreasonable, “The little dragon wants to throw the bread where-wherever! He is a Malfoy With a Black child, he has the right to do anything!”

What a good mother! Draco lowered his head to make an aggrieved look. In fact, he secretly smirked. Father is always too harsh. He likes to watch his father deflated.

“Narcissa!” Lucius put the newspaper down completely, because it had been ruined by Narcissa, he looked towards his wife helplessly, and began to think seriously, what’s wrong, why was she so angry in the morning? Lucius began to look back at everything that happened after getting up, trying to figure out where he had gone wrong.

Get out of bed, take a shower, dress, check if Draco has gotten up, then go to Study to check the documents sent by Ministry of Magic, count the gold Galleons in the small box… Then I ate breakfast and made a mistake by myself what?

Lucius saw Narcissa’s right mouth curled down by two millimeters. He emptied his eyes. Oh, the last time she made such an expression was because he didn’t hold her hand at the party. Last time It’s because I forgot to kiss her before going to work at Ministry of Magic. Last time I forgot the family picnic day she arranged…

Lucius felt he understood. He smiled and kissed her on the cheek regardless of Narcissa’s anger, “Good morning kiss and make up.”

Draco’s brows were furrowed so that ten flies could be killed.

Although it’s a bit numb, but I have to say that Lucius’s method is very effective. Narcissa stopped anger because she had to suppress her red face, “I’m angry!” ’She told herself so, but it didn’t make much difference.

“I’m full!” Draco left the dinning hall angrily. Dobby snapped his fingers with the bun. When the owner didn’t ask for it, it was granted a brief period of freedom.

“It’s not because of this!” Narcissa pushed Lucius away and looked at him with a shocked expression of’impossible, absolutely this, I guess wrong’, sighed, “It’s the Ministry of Magic, they sent a letter, saying It is possible that a search of Malfoy manor will be scheduled in the near future, because my aunt’s son, Sirius Black —”

“Ai, two months later, they finally admitted that Sirius had escaped from prison. If I were him, I would have escaped to the other side of the ocean!”

Lucius frowned. “I don’t know about the search.” What does Ms. Millison Bagno, Minister of Magic want? It is to strengthen Azkaban’s defense, and it is to search Sirius again. Does she want to catch this notorious fugitive before retiring, so that her political career will not be stained or add another stroke?

“What shall we do?” Narcissa was a little anxious. She rubbed her temples. “There are really a lot of shady things in Malfoy manor. Muggle luxury cars, a bunch of dark magic objects… The Muggle Museum a few months ago The stolen gem, alas, I said I shouldn’t accept the thief’s things…” She paused for a while, suddenly widened her eyes, and tremblingly held Lucius’s hand, “And…the one who left…that… …Black…”

“Shhh,” Lucius calmly stopped Narcissa from continuing.

“We will be taken to Azkaban…” Narcissa quietly approached Lucius, not wanting anyone who might exist to hear this.

Lucius held Narcissa’s hand back, “Narcissa, think on the bright side, maybe Ms. Millison Bagno just wants to behave and show the Ministry of Magic’s enthusiasm for arresting prisoners. Anyway, she is very Retire soon, maybe before the search of our house.”

“If…she didn’t…”

Lucius smiled, “She will retire before searching our house. If not, we will help her to retire early-it really doesn’t work, and there are other methods -”

“Nothing can stop the Malfoy Family from going through the storm.”