hogwarts rose

Until after washing and lying on the bed, Triya still didn't have a strong sense of reality.

Suddenly, she had an aunt, an uncle, and Draco, who turned out to be her cousin.

"Malfoy Manor will be your home in the future."

When Mr. Malfoy said this, there was no warmth on his face, but the more serious he was, the more Tria could feel the seriousness of this promise.

In contrast, Aunt Narcissa... No, Aunt Narcissa has to be more emotional.

She seemed to cry with mixed feelings when she held Oncasia and Tria's hands, but she covered it up too soon for Tria to be sure.

Tria changed her words in a daze, and called her aunts and uncles, and even called her cousin, which made Draco so proud that she promised to let her walk sideways in Hogwarts.

Although until now I have not figured out who my biological father is, Aunt Narcissa's brother who is said to be very incompetent, but it doesn't matter, it is already very good now.

Triya, who had left her father behind with peace of mind, fell into a sweet dreamland, and the soft goose down blanket that wrapped her made her feel like flying in the clouds, having a great dream.

At this time, in the Ministry of Magic, an owl threw a letter with the exclusive paint seal of the Malfoy family into the inbox. The murderer of a nasty case a year ago pays a visit.

"What a strange thing."

The Secretary made a point of mentioning this when he delivered the letter to the Minister of Magic the next day.

"I haven't thought of this one for 12 years, could it be..."

Cornelius Fudge flipped through the letter indifferently, interrupting the secretary.

"It's just an excuse to show favor to the Ministry of Magic. You see, he wants to donate another five thousand galleons."

Fudge, who was about to receive another personal account, folded the letter and stuffed it into the drawer in a good mood, grabbed the cup on the table and stuffed it into the secretary's hand.

"Go get me a cup of tea. As for Azkaban, you arrange for someone to go with Lucius."

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It has been two days since the secretary arranged things. These days, Triya is having fun learning how to make desserts with Narcissa. When she is tired of baking, she does alchemy to change her mind. She even fights with Draco from time to time. Bickering, living a relaxed and comfortable life.

My brother was going out with Uncle Malfoy to discuss business today, Tria didn't ask much, she was not as interested in making money as much as in making small cakes.

On the contrary, Draco was a little unconvinced, he wanted to follow along, but because of the substandard herbology homework, he died down.

The two children didn't know that Ancasia and Lucius didn't go to any business banquet, and the fireplace sent them directly to a waiting room in the Ministry of Magic - where the Auror arranged by the secretary was waiting.

"Good morning, Mr Malfoy."

"Good morning, Albert."

Albert is a burly Auror with long flaxen curly hair and a bookish look. He is dressed in an aesthetic of an unknown genre. He wears a mandarin coat of animal skin on the outside of his shirt, and a wizard robe is tied around his shoulders. as a cloak.The whole person is full of disobedience.

"Is this little guy with us too?"

This guy was probably a little familiar, his callused big hand patted Oncasia's shoulder, successfully making him stagger.

It stands to reason that most wizards (with the exception of Quidditch players) are not very athletic, and there is no need for a wizard who is always holding a wand to be full of calluses.I don't know what happened to this Albert.

The secretary arranged for the Auror to take Lucius to Azkaban with some considerations.

The Auror team was completely divided into three factions in terms of dealing with Lucius and other pure-blood families.

One side hates this group of nobles terribly. Although they can't do anything about you, they definitely won't give them a good face.

The other party has a lot of reality. Under the benefits given by the pure-blood nobles, he kept his heart and became a dog's leg.

The third party has the least number of people. They stay away from all kinds of factional disputes, silently doing what they should do, and they are generally older.

There was only Albert, who was separated from three different factions. He didn't hate pure blood at all, but he didn't fawn on them or stay away from them either.

He was purely neurotic and thick-skinned, drinking and drinking with everyone who wanted to be friends, let him follow Lucius so as not to embarrass anyone.

Lucius rescued his little nephew from Albert with a blank expression, but his tone was still very polite.

"Yes, he's with us, too."

Albert shrugged.

"Let's go then."

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Azkaban is really not a good place to make people feel happy.

Even with an Auror guarding them, even those dementors whose mission is to suck people's happiness are driven far into the sky.

The place is still not comfortable.

Not a ray of sunlight can avoid the overcast clouds that cover the sky and visit this building. The triangular high-rise building is divided into densely packed compartments, and there are skinny people stuffed inside.

Ancasia walked in the building, feeling chilly from head to toe.

Because there will be a half-person-high vacancy in one corner of each compartment, surrounded by iron railings, so that the prison guards can see the status of the people inside at a glance.

And when he passed by, there would be people in all the cubicles beside him clinging to the iron railing, staring at him hungrily.

Most of them are as thin as skeletons, but their eyes still flash with madness or gloomy light, accompanied by unexplained hoarse to tearing laughter.

Oncasia barely kept smiling, and kept recalling the cute moments of her sister from childhood to adulthood in her mind, only to feel that the temperature of her whole body had finally risen a little.

"It seems that Mr. Xiao has learned to overcome fear."

Albert was quite curious and observed Angcasia's expression while leading the road.

He looked like a normal person, with brisk steps, but Lucius Malfoy had a gloomy face that dripped water.

If he could choose, he might prefer his brother-in-law to meet Merlin immediately.

Then there's no need to visit this damn place.

"It's just ahead."

Albert hummed a ditty, as if he was walking in a small sunny garden.

They came all the way, and many people recognized Lucius Malfoy.

"traitor!--"

A few tremblings who could still speak accused him, but more still roared like wild animals.

Lucius turned a deaf ear to this, joke, didn't he become a traitor and come in as a beast like them?

Sirius Black's cell wasn't too far away, because although he killed a whole street, he didn't have a strong sense of resistance, so he was considered a criminal with a high safety factor, so he was placed on the lower floor—— Stay away from the dementors.