HP Alternative Conquest

It is said that the brother of the savior has returned; it is said that the Minister of Magic has recently started to ask Dumbledore for help; it is said that Dumbledore and the others are studying the ancient magic circle again; it is said that Durmstrang is planning to hold Hogwarts An exchange student; it is said that Grindelwald is the Minister of Magic of Germany—fuck, what year is it?

In Dumbledore's house, Bazel looked at the most primitive origin of magic that could be found here, and discussed the energy of magic with Dumbledore and Nicolas May and other old men with beards longer than their hair.

There was an interpreter sitting next to him, Mr. Minister of Magic, who was absent from work. He was the only one who could understand what Bazel said and what a group of old antiques said at the same time, and was able to paraphrase them.

Half a month ago, Bazel, who discovered the biggest difficulty in the plan, asked Master Malfoy for help, hoping to find someone who could translate for him and Dumbledore.

"I didn't expect this to become an obstacle between you two." Lucius looked at Bazel in surprise, "Can't Dumbledore understand?"

"Of course he can, but when he explains it to Mr. LeMay, Mr. LeMay will understand it as another meaning, and then deviate from the normal direction." Bazel shook his head irritably, "And they occasionally The old allusions or nouns mentioned, I only need to ignore the past once or twice, and it will cause me to start all over again.”

"I asked Dumbledore to talk to them and sort out a feasible idea from the magical world, but—even Merlin couldn't make them forget the insignificant mistakes in the past, and this was the root of their opposition to the other party's proposal , so until now they have not discussed a correct idea." Bazel was helpless.

He told Dumbledore 1, and what Dumbledore conveyed was 1.5, what LeMay and the others understood was 3, and what he conveyed back was 5 after 7, 9, and 10, and he didn't think there was any problem until this number After becoming 20, and deviated from 1 by a long, long way, they need to start all over again.And let this group of old men discuss by themselves, they will even object to LeMay's proposal because a certain LeMay's experiment burned someone's beard, as well as their young man Dumbledore who is full of bad deeds.

To be honest, Bazel didn't expect that Dumbledore didn't even write the letter, he just called Phoenix to go around and then called these old friends, because in their eyes Dumbledore did a lot of evil, especially giving up research to do Headmaster, this directly led to Dumbledore needing to keep silent a lot of the time.

And this reason for the attack made Bazel himself unable to defend himself. After all, in his eyes, abandoning dreams and goals to do something responsible, although it is morally correct, cannot be forgiven.

Bazel had a genius assistant in his previous life, who was young, energetic, and extremely talented and passionate about energy research. However, when he ran for parliament, Bazel cut off contact with him.

Although he was also running around to let more people accept new things, they never met once until Bazel's accidental death and crossing.

And Lucius found a few Slytherin graduates who had been studying with Bazel all those years ago, but found that they couldn't understand what Dumbledore and the others were talking about, let alone express it accurately.Bazel took advantage of this time to learn a lot.

A week later, the Minister for Magic visited Dumbledore Mansion three times a week.In this regard, the spokespersons of all parties said that there is something wrong with this?

The savior said that Draco and I are still good friends.Draco, who had just returned from a business trip and didn't know that things had changed, said that the Malfoy family would always fulfill their responsibilities.

On Christmas, Draco looked at his father who stayed in the study and didn't go down, "Dad, they are all waiting for you."

Lucius, who was studying the phoenix hair brooch, looked up, "You should exercise, Draco."

"Dad, it's Christmas." Draco raised his eyebrows, watching his father pin the brooch given by Bazel to his clothes. Is that Alger's feather?

"Okay, let's go." Lucius raised the corners of his mouth, but was inexplicably tired.Usually, the occasions he is most familiar with and the most unrestrained and comfortable are not very attractive at this time. Lucius still responds with a smile, but at this time he is already the Minister of Magic, and he does not need to cater to the support of any department. All he needs to do is smile. Just listen to their compliments.

"Is your brooch custom-made? Never seen you wear it, it looks really chic."

Lucius nodded, "A friend gave it to me." The smile on the corner of his mouth widened, and Mr. Parkinson next to him looked at their minister. This friend is definitely not an artist.It can be seen that the material of the brooch is platinum inlaid with a kind of black bird feather, but the shape is really not beautiful.

How should I put it, it's like seeing a bird fossil the size of a baby's palm.The only difference is that the feathers on it are more detailed, and the fluff is neatly arranged.Mr. Parkinson had to say that when Malfoy first came out he thought it was a misplaced obsidian button.

"It's really classic." There was a certain period in history when all kinds of feather decorations were popular in high society.

"That's right." Lucius continued to laugh, but he knew clearly in his heart that this gift and what Draco gave him did not give him the same feeling.And when Draco came over, he found that the circle of people around his father had already studied the fashions that were unfortunately no longer popular around the brooch.

"Father, there are guests here." Draco greeted all uncles and aunts with a smile.Lucius nodded and turned to leave.

Mr. Parkinson looked at Draco, "Draco, who is your father picking up?"

Draco shrugged. "I don't think he's picking people up but for a small, short party."

"Oh? Is there anyone more attractive than us?" Mr. Parkinson smiled, trying to find out.

"Perhaps, Dumbledore and Nicolas? And Bathilda, Tiger, Benedy, Maxim, Granger, Crowe, Zab?" Draco looked at the faces of the few who were gradually becoming rigid. He felt a lot better for no reason. When he was called away by Fox and saw these people just now, the expressions on his face were probably even more exciting than theirs.

However, after going out, Lucius was not as relaxed as they imagined. This group of old gentlemen who didn't pass Christmas handed over a lot of things.

Looking at the papers written by the old gentlemen, Lucius went directly back to the study to contact Bazel.

Opposite the double-sided mirror is another mirror, and inside the mirror is Bazel from the laboratory.

"Huh?" Bazel saw Lucius through the mirror and took off his protective glasses.Lucius froze for a moment, "Uh, Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, Draco sent me an invitation, but Winson's collision room is only available on Christmas." Bazel thought it was because of this, but Lucius shook his head, "Dumbledore and the others have New progress has been made, perhaps faster than yours."

"That would be really nice." Bazel smiled from the mirror, "Give me three ten minutes, and I'll make an ending note."

"Okay." Lucius nodded, and then watched the person across from him put on his protective glasses and start working again.

The figure that disappeared from time to time in the mirror revealed the unsimple equipment behind it, and the shaking from time to time also proved that it was not as quiet as imagined, but Lucius had enough confidence in Bazel that he could handle it.

When Bazel, whose hair was curled up, threw himself into the chair, Lucius subconsciously wanted to bring him a cup of tea, and then realized that he was just looking in a double-sided mirror.

Bazel saw the stunned person opposite, smiled and said: "You have waited for 10 minutes."

Lucius pursed his lips, and subconsciously stroked the brooch on his chest with his fingers. Even if it was separated from the body, there would be no cold feathers. The unfamiliar but clear throbbing in his heart told him that an uncontrollable accident was happening.

"Lucius?" Bazel reached out and tapped on the double-sided mirror, "What's wrong?"

"Ah, I was thinking maybe you could come and talk now, after all—the mirror is small and the parchment is long." Lucius made an obvious excuse, perhaps from the time he visited Dumbledore's house every time The unfamiliar but relaxed environment had already told him the truth.

But Bazel only felt that this was indeed a problem. He looked at the time, "02:30 in the morning, please ask Dobby to make a cup of coffee, he may be busy all night tonight."

"Maybe." Lucius smiled.

"5 minutes, hang up." Bazel put on the double-sided mirror, put away the mirror and the black umbrella, then registered the time and personnel who used it, and put on the record of the collision room, letting Alger disappear with him.

After Nirvana, Alger's ability to accept the magnetic field of the Academy of Sciences is much higher, perhaps because this guy has finally grown up.

Malfoy's study, Bazel, who confirmed that he had made an appointment, looked at the empty study and raised his eyebrows.

"You arrived earlier than you said." Lucius appeared with two cups of coffee, and handed the sweet one to Bazel.

"My fault." Bazel smiled, took a sip of coffee, and shook his head, "Dumbledore and the others really know how to choose their day."

"Christmas is too much for them." Lucius looked at Bazel, who had a messy head, and the corner of his mouth lightly curled up. "So it's perfectly fine to ignore one or two."

"It's a pity that not everyone doesn't need to celebrate Christmas." Bazel couldn't fake a slightly regretful expression, "Do things first, and I have to go back at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. Let's try to solve it in two hours, so that we can have a rest. "

"Maybe early."

At four o'clock in the morning, Draco, who had a dry mouth and drank water, looked at the study room that was still lit, knocked on the door, but no one answered him, opened the door, and locked it.Draco shook his head, planning to help his dad with more work after Christmas.

The author has something to say: Well, the so-called romances of science students are all made up by liberal arts students. .What science students are most likely to do is to remember a small commitment and put it on the schedule to complete it periodically. .