Hogwarts Melon Eater

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"Dobby—" A sharp voice came from the door knocker, which startled Dobby. He finally stopped thinking about the connection between the owl and himself, snapped his fingers in a panic, and disappeared with a bang.

That shrill voice reminds me all the time, \'Dobby, you can never be a free owl, you will always be a house elf without freedom. \'

The wind brought by Dobby's disappearance became the final straw that overwhelmed a crumbling flyer, which fell from behind a street sign and fell pitifully into the grass beside it.

It's a flyer for a \'Terrorist Tour\' hostel that looks a little old -\'Welcome to the first stop of the Dark Tour, the historic Malfoy Manor! \'

It seems that a certain Malfoy from a long time ago signed an agreement with the hotel, allowing \'Malfoy Manor\' to join \'Dark Travel Package\', hoping to make a fortune by renting out the garden.

By the way, this combination also includes the fascinating Azkaban, the old-age sanctuary Nurmengard, and the famous vampire castle in Transylvania.

Obviously not too many tourists would choose this strange \'dark travel package\', so Malfoy, who was hoping to make a fortune, ended up hampering his family reputation (mainly his father's roar\' What monsters are those dancing in my garden? New white peacocks?\'), reluctantly taking Malfoy Manor out of the travel package.

No one was disappointed except Malfoy himself.

\'...Through the wrought-iron gate and along the driveway lined with well-kept yew hedges on both sides, you will soon come across the lavish Malfoy mansion, which is centuries old, Accumulated innumerable wealth... At the same time, the evil and darkness it represents are just as innumerable as the wealth it accumulates...\'

\'...A certain Malfoy in the 14th century served as the owner of the manor, and none of the hundreds of Muggle tenants living in the manor survived, and the bodies were burned in the garden. The Malfoy shed tears and mourned for those Muggles—— Those Muggle tenants all got the Black Death, oh, that's pathetic, Muggles - but who knows? \'

\'Black magic needs guts? Oh, I don't know, it's disgusting, the Malfoys never play black magic, eh? Torture in the basement? Can't we just spice up our lives - when does the Wizarding Council have to worry about private life? A lot of money in the vault? Huh, is this all surprising? Has the Wizarding Council been having a hard time lately? We definitely don't skimp on help - we are generous Malfoy after all...\'

The Wizarding Council failed to get the Muggle-mugging Malfoy punished, and even apologized for disturbing the private lives of ordinary wizards.

Today, the garden of Malfoy Manor is no longer what it used to be. The white peacock is pacing on the green grass that does not know what is buried, and occasionally shows the beautiful and noble pure white feathers to the Malfoys who live here— —

Speaking of which, the Malfoys have done a lot to protect the White Peacock, and they should be given a \'White Peacock Medal\', but they will definitely not care about Muggle medals.

"Crack," Dobby appeared on a luxurious rug, his bare feet twitching, shivering with the sudden warmth and comfort, the marble fireplace was roaring, and milk, bread, and Ms. Narcissa's latest favorite flavor of avocado.

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

The blond boy, the beautiful woman, and the man holding the Daily Prophet—the three wizards sat at the dining table, a little quiet.

"Your letter, master, intact and fresh," Dobby handed the letter to the woman sitting by the fireplace.

"Put it on the table," the pretty woman said without looking at Dobby, her language simple and blunt, like her long black and pale blond hair - no one dared to ask if she had found someone drunk Tony's haircut, because her expression is always cold in the face of things that have no effect, and she can have a different kind of temperament with ridiculous hair color.

Dobby put the letter on the table obediently, then stood there quietly, reducing his presence, quietly warming himself with the firelight.

The blond boy with the fork glanced at Dobby, frowned but said nothing.

He coughed, raised his eyebrows at Dobby, and while the woman picked up the letter, the man didn't seem to notice him while looking at the newspaper, the boy threw a delicate bun from the plate on the ground, just rolled to Dobby's feet side.

Dobby bent over to pick it up.

"Draco," the man holding the newspaper didn't put it down, his voice came from behind the newspaper, and Draco was startled and almost dropped his fork on the ground.

He looked at the Daily Prophet's cover that read \'Azkaban Strengthens Oversight\', "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, "eat it if you don't like it, and don't let anyone find your weakness, or you'll be like the minister in the Daily Prophet today. The candidate - Connelly Fudge, has no dignity and will compromise on anything."

Draco sat up as straight as he could, nodding skillfully, "Yes, Father," he peeked at his mother Narcissa who was opening the letter, and no surprise, Narcissa's eyebrows furrowed.

"Children don't like to eat—then don't eat," Narcissa turned on the professional calf protection mode, and slapped the unopened letter on the table, "What's a weakness if you don't like bread? You used to look at snakes and think Vomit, I never eat noodles or anything like that, that's called weakness, why don't we talk about that?"

Narcissa stared at the newspaper, stretched out her pampered slender hand, and rudely pulled the man's newspaper down, she was unreasonable, "Where the dragon wants to throw the bread - wherever! He's a Malfoy and a Black child, he has the right to do anything!"

What a great mom! Draco lowered his head and made a look of grievance. In fact, he snickered secretly. His father was always too strict, and he liked to see his father deflated.

"Cissy!" Lucius put down the newspaper completely, because it had been ruined by Narcissa. He looked at his wife helplessly, and began to think seriously, what's wrong, why is she so angry in the morning? Lucius began to look back at everything that happened since he woke up, trying to figure out where he went wrong.

Get out of bed, take a shower, get dressed, check if Draco is up, then go to the study to check the documents sent by the Ministry of Magic, count the Galleons in the small box...then eat breakfast, what did I do wrong? ?

Lucius saw that the corner of Narcissa's right mouth twitched two millimeters downwards, and he squinted his eyes, oh, the last time she made such an expression was because he didn't hold her hand at the party. It's because I forgot to kiss her before going to work at the Ministry of Magic, and the last time I forgot the family picnic day she had arranged...

Lucius felt that he understood, he smiled and kissed Narcissa on the cheek regardless of her anger, "Good morning kiss, make up."

Draco's brows were so furrowed he could kill ten flies.

Although it's a bit numb, I have to say that Lucius' method is very effective. Narcissa stopped being angry because she had to suppress her flushed face, \'I'm angry! \'She told herself that, but it didn't make much difference.

"I'm full!" Draco angrily left the restaurant, Dobby snapped his fingers with the bun, and when the owner didn't ask, he was free for a short time.

"It's not because of this!" Narcissa pushed Lucius away, looked at him with a shocked expression of \'Impossible, definitely this, I can't guess wrong\', and sighed, "It's the Ministry of Magic, they Sent a letter saying that a search of Malfoy Manor might be scheduled in the near future, because my aunt's son, Sirius Black—"

"Alas, two months later, they finally admitted that Sirius 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 the Minister of Magic, Ms. Millison Bagno, want to do? Strengthening Azkaban's defenses, and starting the search for Sirius again, does she want to catch this notorious fugitive before she retires, so that her political career will not be stained or added?

"What should we do?" Narcissa was a little anxious, she rubbed her temples, "There are really a lot of shameful things in Malfoy Manor, Muggle luxury cars, a bunch of black magic objects... Muggles a few months ago The stolen gem in the museum, alas, I said I shouldn't take that thief's stuff..." She paused for a while, then suddenly widened her eyes and shook Lucius's hand~www.NovelMTL.com~and...also There's that one who left... that... black..."

"Shh," Lucius calmly stopped Narcissa from continuing.

"We'll be taken to Azkaban..." Narcissa approached Lucius in a low voice, not wanting anyone who might be there to hear this.

Lucius held Narcissa's hand instead, "Cissy, think on the bright side, maybe Ms. Millison Bagno just wanted to show off the Ministry's enthusiasm for arresting criminals, anyway, she is very Retiring soon, maybe before we searched our home."

"If...she didn't..."

Lucius smiled. "She'll retire before we search our house, and if not, we'll help her retire early—there's no other way—"

"Nothing will stop the Malfoys from getting through this."

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