[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Voldemort smiled horribly: "Lucius, my cunning friend." He called him affectionately, "I heard about your actions at the Quidditch World Cup. It was very interesting... wolves always want to eat meat. , right? But if you had spent your energy on finding and helping your master, I don’t think I would have heard you say welcome to my return today, right?”

"Master, I have always been very careful." Lucius's answer was blurted out and extremely pious - of course both he and his master knew that this was just a disguise, "As long as there is any signal from you, as long as there is any information about your whereabouts, If there are any rumors, I will rush to your side immediately, and nothing can stop my loyalty to you——"

"But last summer, when a loyal friend launched my mark into the air, you seemed to have run in the wrong direction, Malfoy." Voldemort interrupted lazily.

Lucius closed his mouth and bowed to his master.

"Ah, I don't mean to blame you, my dear friend." Voldemort said with a smile, "Of course I understand that nothing can stop you from being loyal to me... except for my failure, right? Always be loyal to the Dark Lord. , I will be loyal to whoever is the Demon King, I understand very well..."

"Owner--"

"No excuses, Lucius, my cunning friend. I am very willing to understand you, so you see, I did not come to visit you politely until I returned to the world."

"You are a generous host..."

"But my generosity is not unlimited, Malfoy." Voldemort's tone became colder, "I hope you will serve me more loyally in the future." His long fingers subconsciously touched the wand.

Lucius quickly understood this murderous hint and lowered his head to his master: "Of course, my master. You can always trust the loyalty of the Malfoy family."

He stepped aside respectfully and invited his master to come.

So they passed through the two imposing wrought-iron doors, as if the black wrought iron were nothing but smoke.

Lucius had put on an impeccable and respectful smile, slightly lowering his head to guide his master. His gray-blue eyes swept over Tom and Harry lightly, but he just pretended not to see them. He actually nodded politely and said a silent hello to Wormtail, whose blood was dripping on the floor. -Of course the injured Wormtail was not in the mood to notice, but Lucius didn't do it for him originally, so when he saw Wormtail's performance, he slightly deepened his smile and glanced at his master's face intentionally or unintentionally.

The Dark Lord didn't care about the eye drops Lucius gave Wormtail, and he didn't need to care at all.

At this moment, he just glanced at Wormtail casually and said: "By the way, you should know this person. Although I think Wormtail deserves to endure this pain-for thirteen years... The Dark Lord must pay his debts. Wormtail just paid off his debt a little bit, didn't he, Wormtail? But to be a polite guest—"

He glanced at the blood on the ground, raised his wand and waved it in the air a few times. A strip of light like molten silver was drawn on the head of the wand. It had no shape at first, and then the strip of light twisted and turned into a The shape of a shining human hand, as bright as moonlight. It flew down on its own and landed on Wormtail's bleeding broken arm.

Lucius did not miss the miracle of this magic at all, but seized the opportunity to express his loyalty to the Dark Lord: "You are not a guest of this manor, you will always be the master of the Malfoy family."

The cunning Malfoy received a reserved smile from the Dark Lord.

Wormtail, on the other hand, suddenly stopped sobbing, breathing heavily and staring at his silver newbie. It fit seamlessly onto his arm, as if he were wearing a long, dazzling glove. He tried to bend those shining fingers, and then tremblingly grabbed the trees beside the road, easily digging a hole in the trunk, and sawdust fell from his hands.

"Master, my master!" He cried ecstatically, kneeling and crawling over to kiss the Dark Lord's robe, "It's so beautiful, thank you... thank you..."

"May your loyalty never waver, Wormtail." the Dark Lord said meaningfully.

"No, never...my master..." Wormtail promised, getting up from the ground, still looking at his newbie.

The Dark Lord no longer focused his precious attention on the servants, and strolled down the straight avenues of Malfoy Manor with only a hint of emotion.

The spacious road is flanked by tall yew hedges, and a few beautiful white peacocks are walking gracefully on the top of the hedges. At the end of the road, there is a very respectable mansion. The diamond-shaped glass of the ground floor windows shines with shining light. In the dark garden behind the hedge, a wizard statue holding a wand can be vaguely seen. Clear spring water flows from it endlessly. The end of the statue's wand spurted out, splashing a dreamy magical sheen in the fountain pool.

Everything seems like the scenery of the past, with no trace of the passage of time.

The Dark Lord stepped on the creaking gravel road and stood in front of the main door. No one opened the door, but the door opened automatically.

Just as Lucius was about to bow down and say "please", he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and glanced at the Dark Lord's expression with the corners of his eyes. Seeing that Voldemort stood still and seemed to be looking around at the surrounding scenery, he lowered his head alertly and kept his attitude. There was silence.

"You have taken good care of the manor, Lucius." After a while, Voldemort praised him and strode into the foyer.

Lucius smiled and bent down at his master's back to thank him for the compliment, sighing in his heart.

The foyer is large, but the light is slightly dim, and the decoration is very luxurious. A luxurious carpet almost covers the entire stone floor. The magic portraits on both sides cast pale faces towards the door. A noble lady stood in the foyer to greet them with a dignified expression. Her face was surprisingly pale, but the smile on her face was very natural, as if it were a perfect arc painted on a mask.

"Welcome back, Master." She gracefully curtsied to the Dark Lord and said, "We have already ordered a dinner to be prepared to celebrate your return, but we were in a hurry and may have been inconsiderate. Please forgive me. .”

"You are always so knowledgeable, Narcissa." The Dark Lord nodded to Mrs. Malfoy, but his attitude was very gentle, "But I think not every guest is worthy of the Dark Lord's return dinner."

He stroked his wand, looked at the flowers outside the door, and showed a cruel smile: "Will the roses bloom more beautifully next year?"