HP Alternative Conquest

"My honor." Lucius smiled, and Bazel was able to choose to come and tell him in person, which already made him very happy.

"Okay, you go first." Bazel turned around stiffly, and left Lucius' office. Merlin knew how he got in on Christmas.

"Bazel." Lucius stopped the man who didn't look right, "Don't you want me to go over?"

"No, I'm just worried." Bazel pointed to his heart, "Although I don't know what I'm worried about, I always feel a little nervous here."

"Do you want to stay with me?" Lucius smiled and said, "By the way, tell me the precautions?"

"Uh, you haven't seen her before." Bazel sighed, and then thought that he hadn't told his mother that the person was Lucius, but if she had told her, she probably wouldn't be willing to entertain guests tonight. Bazel suddenly fell into a trap In the entanglement, those purple eyes could see the confusion.

Lucius looked at Bazel who was so troubled that his eyes rolled around, and pulled him over, "Do you believe me?"

"I believe both sides." Bazel took a deep breath, "I'll go to the lab to calm down, and I'll pick you up at night."

Bazel hadn't even left the house when he saw Harry popping into the Minister's office at the Ministry of Magic.

"You'd better be able to explain why you can ignore the anti-apparition spell." Bazel took a step back and looked at the forgiving Harry.

"Well, you have achieved success through experience." Harry chuckled, "Brother, what are you going to do? Or how to get over it?"

"Did Mom ask about you?" Bazel was stunned for a moment, "Or about Mycroft?"

"What do you think you can hide from Mycroft in London? Well, Mom is calling him." Harry surrendered, "The Academy of Sciences has no authority to monitor McCoff, right?"

"He is the British government." Bazel covered his forehead and closed his eyes.

"Do you think Mycroft will leave his office because of this?" Harry stroked his chin. He had been interested in McCoff's office for a long time.

"No, don't think about it." Bazel looked at Lucius, "I'll go find McCoff."

"Bring—"

"Help me watch him." Bazel pointed to Harry, and disappeared into the office with Alger.Lucius blinked, was Bazel very accepting of McCoff?

"Okay Harry, I think I can hold you accountable for trespassing." Lucius smiled.

In another office, Bazel looked at the stern-looking McCoff, and sat opposite McCoff. "I can guarantee that there is no use here."

"Very good." Mycroft nodded, "I'll go and talk to your father. Don't worry."

"Thank you godfather." Bazel smiled, and it was easier to talk to McCoff.

"He's younger than your father, isn't he?" But facing his mother, Bazel regretted not taking Harry with him.

"Yes—" Bazel nodded, "He's just forty." There seemed to be no sense of advantage. "Lucius thought about using an age-reducing agent, but I rejected it. Age is not a problem for a powerful wizard. Mr. Flamel is more than 80 years older than his lover." Of course, the basis of the two is three more than digits.Bazel looked at his mother and tried to remain serious. He was not Harry, who was used to being coquettish since he was a child.

Mrs. Slater nodded, and had no opinion on Bazel's decision. She knew that there were age-changing potions in the magic world, but the other party also had a son who worked in the Ministry of Magic. It would not be a good thing for a family of three to have the same age.But that Mr. Malfoy, she noticed when the parents went to school that year, he didn't look like a very reassuring existence, Mrs. Slater rubbed Bazel's head, her son She is an existence who can't wait to marry the experimental platform. If it is really just a trial relationship as Bazel said, why would Bazel worry about it like this.

But Mrs. Slater didn't regret such a sudden invitation. It would be boring if Bazel and that Malfoy had time to plan.

At night, Mr. Slater, who flew back from nowhere, met Bazel and the other two who drove over to facilitate McCoff's surveillance.

"It seems that we still have a good understanding." Mr. Slater smiled and stretched out his hand, "What do you think, Mr. Malfoy."

"Excellent habits are often similar." Lucius nodded and shook hands with Mr. Slater.Bazel clearly saw Lucius' cheeks tighten, "Dad, let's talk first, okay?" Bazel raised his hand to signal the two to move forward, while smiling at his father.

The fire in Mr. Slater's heart went up and down, and when he saw Lucius' cuff buttons, he immediately stared at his son.

Bazel blinked, turned to look at Lucius, and then heard a crisp bang, well he didn't care.

Harry looked at the two people who shook hands and petrified at the door, and turned to look at Hermione, "Should I help?"

Hermione reached out and twisted Harry's upper arm. "Call."

"Ah! Aww—it hurts!!" Harry jumped, where did his girlfriend who used to only endorse books go~

Hermione didn't use much force at first, but was startled by Harry's scream and her hands clenched, and Harry burst into tears.

The people at the door were also attracted, Bazel looked at the two who subconsciously let go, and led them in.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Harry with teary eyes and Hermione who was coaxing Harry.Mr. Slater cleared his throat. "What happened?"

"It's okay, Dad." Harry grabbed Hermione, who was about to speak, and smiled, "Come in and sit down, Mr. Minister." Mr. Slater also motioned to go in, anyway, he could tell the level of his youngest son.

"Brother, Hermione has something to ask for you." Harry held Bazel who was about to go, and said in a low voice, "You might as well let them handle it themselves, you have a lot of questions that your parents are not easy to ask."

"But, I'm afraid they will fight." Bazel looked at Harry, "Where's Mom?"

"In the kitchen, Hermione and I are helping in the living room, you go tell your mother." Harry blinked, "Trust me, bro~"

Bazel raised his eyebrows, "Have you been threatened by Lucius?" This is not Harry's style. At this time, Harry is mostly watching the show, so it's good if he doesn't make trouble.

Harry grimaced: "Brother, you know—"

"Go help." Bazel stretched out his hand, interrupted Harry's complaining, and then went to the kitchen by himself, at least he. Mom wouldn't do anything.

In the living room, Mr. Slater looked at Lucius, "Mr. Malfoy and his son both hold important positions in the Ministry of Magic. It can be seen that you are a very good family."

"My family believes that you must do your best if you have the ability. This is the family motto of the Malfoy family." Lucius smiled and turned his wrist a little. Mr. Slater's strength is really not small. Just now he almost Thought the wrist would break.But judging from the other party's reaction, as long as it is good for Bazel, he will not object very much.

"Maintaining a big family requires a lot of responsibility. Mr. Malfoy is indeed capable." Mr. Slater nodded, knowing that Malfoy would not follow his words.After finishing speaking, Mr. Slater glanced at the youngest son who was about to speak. Harry had to choose between his father and his suspected future brother-in-law, and he would be able to help here, "I'll make tea."

"Now that Draco has been tempered, I believe he is capable enough to take on the responsibility of the family instead of me." Lucius blinked, and he could see that Mr. Slater was also a person who was also proud of his son.

"Yeah, like Bazel and the others, young people have grown up and should take on their own responsibilities." Mr. Slater expressed a little emotion. He should bring that guy, Mycroft, with him, and he can't just convince him. .

Lucius was thinking about how to divert the topic from the dangerous direction of age when he saw Mrs. Slater bringing tea.The two stood up at the same time, which was both polite and customary.Mr. Slater looked at Madam, didn't you say I'll come first?

Mrs. Slater smiled, and the son said you were bullying.Mr. Slater smiled: "This is my wife's special black tea, it's worth a try."

Lucius nodded and began to change the subject.

In the kitchen, Bazel looked at Harry, then turned to Hermione and said, "Let him do the dishes tonight."

Hermione nodded, "Talk less and do more." Harry looked up at the ceiling, "You bullies."