[HP Comprehensive UK and US] Platinum Stark

Alicia caught up on her sleep for as long as the train rumbled to Platform 9 3/4.

Perhaps the memories were intertwined with the dream, causing the girl to sleep uneasily, and her dream was full of fragmented scenes from London two years ago.

After getting off the train, not only Draco noticed his sister's absent-mindedness, but even the Malfoys, who had just met, noticed that something was wrong with their daughter.

The girl looked a little haggard and not in a good mood.

Narcissa glanced at her husband obliquely, the meaning of which was self-evident: Could something have happened at school again?

Lucius shook his head gently, signaling his wife to ask if she had any questions when she got home.

"Xia, come to daddy." The man called gently.

Alicia came back to her senses from her memories and took her father's hand in a daze. The next second, the family of four appeared in Malfoy Manor.

Seeing this familiar scene, the brother and sister both breathed a sigh of relief.

finally home.

"Xia, do you want to go back to your room and sleep for a while?" Draco asked with concern.

The girl shook her head and gave an answer that no one expected: "I want to go to the portrait corridor to take a look."

The Portrait Corridor, as the name suggests, is a corridor filled with magical portraits - the portraits of the Malfoy family heads from generation to generation are all there.

Lucius was a little surprised, but he didn't say anything to stop it.

"Today's lunch is very rich, Thea, remember to go downstairs for lunch." Narcissa gently reminded.

They never let house-elves set foot there, and even the use of portrait protection charms and portrait potions was done by Lucius himself. Sometimes, she and the children would help.

Alicia nodded and left the living room with slightly heavy steps.

After the girl turned and left, Lucius whispered something to his wife, then said, "Draco, come with me to the study."

He thought that some important matters still needed to be inquired about, and he took this opportunity to teach Draco a lesson.

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The girl walked straight past the protective shield and through the silent corridor.

The solemn yet luxurious decoration sets off the countless portraits here.

Her footsteps were not loud because of the carpet, but the people in the portraits on both sides opened their eyes to see which child had come here.

Alicia greeted them with a smile, but the smile looked forced.

At the end of the corridor is a house that contains the Malfoy family tree and portraits of several great ancestors.

The girl stopped between the portraits of her grandfather Abraxas and her great-grandfather Septimus and greeted them respectfully.

Everyone's attention was focused on this junior. They would occasionally go to the picture frame in Lucius' study and naturally knew what incredible things had happened in Hogwarts.

"I don't know how to tell Lucius something?" Abraxas looked at his granddaughter lovingly. "Hogwarts is indeed not peaceful this year."

Alicia was a little shy because of the guess. However, because of Abraxas's relaxed tone, the haze in her heart was also dissipated a little: "How did you guess it?"

It was inconvenient before, but now her father will definitely ask her questions about the Dark Lord, especially on the day in the Forbidden Forest, when Draco witnessed all her actions.

If she was vague, it would arouse Draco's suspicion, but she couldn't tell everything due to the constraints of the Dark Lord.

Plus the girl was still struggling with how to write a letter to comfort Tony...

All these things added up were enough to make the little girl distressed and depressed for a while.

Abraxas looked at the girl and his son, and replied with a smile, "Lucius was like this when he was a child."

He changed the subject and asked, "So, that person made things difficult for you?"

Alicia was silent for a while, with a look of confusion in her eyes.

Was it difficult? In the beginning, it was indeed difficult, and it was more than difficult. But she had to admit that most of the time, the Dark Lord was not as cruel as she had imagined.

"Grandpa, what kind of person is he?" the girl couldn't help but express her doubts.

The man in the portrait is lost in his memories.

Tom Riddle has become a familiar yet unfamiliar name, but he thinks that almost all Slytherins who have come into contact with the Dark Lord during their school days will unconsciously become his followers.

Strong, gentle, handsome, gentleman, with the blood of Salazar Slytherin.

Most importantly, the interests they pursue are the same.

"A powerful dark wizard who is good at bewitching people. Of course, I know more about Voldemort in the past." Abraxas made a relatively objective evaluation, "But Thea, you have to understand that he and I are not the same kind of people after all."

"The Dark Lord does not fight for the interests of purebloods or wizards. He has long been accustomed to the feeling of control. No matter what the means, he has only one goal - to rule."

"Perhaps even he himself doesn't know why he did this, but he can no longer control his ambition."

His advice to Lucius was to find a way out as soon as possible without being noticed.

Alicia suddenly became more sober. The Dark Lord's purposeful guidance these days and the "common interests" he revealed intentionally or unintentionally almost made her addicted.

She knew that such an idea was dangerous, but she still couldn't help thinking about what kind of unimaginable benefits and status the Malfoy family would gain after the Dark Lord gained the upper hand.

This method is already ingrained in Voldemort's bones. No matter how crazy and irrational he is, he can use this method with ease.

"He seems to be longing for longevity, or eternal life?" Alicia paused. In front of her, Voldemort did not hide his desire for the Philosopher's Stone at all. "So... is death really that scary?"

It can make the Dark Lord afraid, the savior sad, and Tony decadent.

Abraxas blinked in surprise. He had also discussed this issue with Lucius.

"Dad asked you?" Alicia looked surprised.

The man did not shy away from the topic. He spoke slowly, "No, in fact, I took the initiative to bring it up with him. When I was seriously ill, I asked Lucius how he viewed death."

"What did Daddy say?"

"He said that death is disappearance."

Alicia nodded, she didn't object to this statement.

Abukrasas shook his head and smiled faintly: "That's not the case, Thea. Have you ever seen a ship sailing on the sea? People stand on the shore and watch the ship go away until it disappears on the sea level."

"That's actually what death is. It's out of our sight, but that doesn't mean it disappears from this world."

Alicia seemed to remember something. She thought for a while and then said, "Like wizards go to Avalon after they die? I thought it was just a rumor."

Abraxas's eyes were gentle and firm, completely changing his cold and inhuman image in the eyes of outsiders: "It does exist."

"So, Thea, death is not scary. We are willing to give everything for our own lives and the lives of our families, but we are never afraid of death."

“That will be a different kind of reunion.”