[HP] Walk in Thorns and Flowers

Lucius decided to write a letter to Draco at night. He felt that it was necessary to have a good communication with his son.

But, soon, he found that there was no need for it.

Draco was at Malfoy Manor, Malfoy Manor in Shadgeshire.

"Dad." One summer vacation passed, and the boy grew taller again, almost at eye level with Lucius. He stood inside the door, his knuckles turned white from rubbing himself.

Lucius didn't want to talk, he just wanted to know what this brat is doing here!He looked at Draco quietly, and soon had an answer.His son was too young to hide from him.

"What are you looking at?"

"Oh, nothing."

Seeing Draco quickly retract his gaze, Lucius couldn't help but sneer in his heart, "Why do you want to come here?"

"I remembered that a potion book was left here." Draco said casually, he was no longer so embarrassed, his tone seemed a little disappointed, and suddenly he seemed to think of something, and cheered up, "Dad, you are--"

"Enter a guest."

Lucius looked at his son's eyes with a look of disgust with a gleam of light.I can't stand it anymore!The youngest daughter of the McMillan family took his soul away?Before at home, he thought that Draco was depressed because of Voldemort's return and worried about the situation of the Malfoy family. Now it seems that he is really wishful thinking!

Knowing that the invisibility potion would lose its effect upon entering Malfoy Manor, he figured he'd be better off in charge.

"I think you should know—" He turned sideways, barely breathing in.

Standing by the door was someone he hadn't expected at all.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he said dryly, "Fulla Parkinson, Miss Parkinson's mother." How did that guy McMillan raise a daughter? Talent!

The witch took off her cloak, straightened her long black hair, raised her sharp eyebrows slightly, and pursed her red lips in a stern arc, "Draco, say hello to your mother for me." She walked away from him past.

Lucius looked at Draco, realizing that he was completely bewildered.Suddenly feel good.

"Lucius, aren't you going to come in? I thought you knew exactly what we were here for?"

The corners of Lucius' lips drooped rapidly, and he told Draco, "You have nothing to do here." He walked up to Christo and took a deep look at her.

Crystal glared at him. "Mr. Malfoy, we need to talk."

When she entered the study, Christo still had an angry look on her face.

"Why didn't you tell me, why is Draco here?"

Lucius looked at her contemptuously, "As for the brain, I think the situation just now is obvious, and I didn't know it. I thought you would be happy to see your old classmates, although Hogwarts school has nothing to miss, But aren't you at the age of sentimentality?" It seems that I couldn't hold back and said too much...

"Who would like to see your son!" Christo was taken aback after yelling, as if even she herself was frightened.

Lucius looked at her meaningfully, there is a story, and Draco must be tortured tonight.

"Hey, Mr. Malfoy, please don't get me wrong, I have no opinion on your son." Christo suppressed her sudden outburst of temper, cleared her throat and continued, "We should talk about our future actions, I have agreed with him Whitehou..."

"Wait—" Lucius interrupted, "Why do you have Fulla's stuff on you, if I'm right, you used Polyjuice Potion."

Christo remained silent.

Lucius' eyelids twitched, he thought of being outside the black magic shop, he felt a heartache, well, it wasn't that serious, but the cunning girl in front of him did pull his hair.

"I don't think Miss Macmillan expects me to use extreme measures?"

"Mr. Malfoy, stop joking."

Pa, the snake head on the scepter moved, revealing half of the wand.

Chris rolled her eyes, and reluctantly pulled out two platinum-blond long hairs from her wallet, "It's all here..." She put her hair on the table, and quickly took a step back, "Mr. Malfoy , stop here."

Lucius squinted his eyes, he seemed to think of Christo too simply.

"I have no malice towards you, I swear on Merlin."

Christo looked serious, but Lucius had no idea what good she could do with his hair.

"You don't want to disobey your master's orders, Mr. Malfoy."

Is she threatening?Lucius' eyes were dark, "Sit down."

Chris breathed a sigh of relief, this matter was finally exposed.She was confident that she would get out unscathed, but the other party was Draco's father, and she didn't want to fight him.

In fact, there wasn't much Lucius wanted to talk to Chris about other than Polyjuice Potion.He didn't expect Christo to provide much help at all.Maybe she is indeed a smart kid, but negotiations are not just about being smart.She is now a blank slate.

How many vampires are there in all of Britain?Besides the three well-known regions, where are they still active?How are the wines of Maston Grange supplied?Which vampire count is standing behind the Mill Plains underground casino?She may not know it yet, because the black magic shop she smashed today is the property under the name of Viscount Ashe...

Lucius just informed Christo about the next arrangement.Earl Meyer has responded and hopes they will head to the Great Butter Bar in Shadgeshire tomorrow afternoon.

However, Christo showed no self-knowledge.She propped her chin and looked at him with empty eyes.

"What's the matter?" He asked patiently.

"Have!"

He was slightly surprised by Christo's reaction, and he looked at her leisurely.

"Mr. Malfoy, have you ever thought that it is not a coincidence that we met the Order of the Phoenix." She paused, thought for a moment before continuing, "You may not know that my father and I have been expelled by the McMillan family For the future of the McMillan family, my mother has already taken my brother to surrender to the Order of the Phoenix. You may still have a veil to cover up the truth, but my father and I are already confirmed enemies of the Order of the Phoenix."

"So—" Lucius felt her voice was too understated, as if to her, being kicked out of the family was not much different from leaving a certain tourist destination.When talking about her mother and brother, there was no hatred or disgust in her eyes, but there seemed to be a little, a little guilt?Lucius felt that his thoughts were really weird.

"So, for the safety of our actions. I think you might be willing to give up a hair of your son..."

"No!" Lucius refused without hesitation, Christo became Draco, it was ridiculous to think about it!As for that bit of weirdness, it has long been suppressed by Christo's request at this moment.

Christo did not expect Lucius to be so decisive, "But don't you think this will save a lot of unnecessary troubles? It's normal for a father to take his son on a trip!"

She felt that Lucius' eyes seemed to peel her skin off!

After a long time, Lucius said, "I won't agree, Miss McMillan."

Christo couldn't help but pouted, what, I have to give a reason anyway.

Lucius, she usually acted like a baby in front of her master?

"Tomorrow you will remain as Fulla. I have my own arrangements. You can leave, I still have things to deal with." He issued an order to evict the guest.

Kristo sighed, so that there would be no excuse for Draco to hurry back to London. "Well, Mr. Malfoy—" She clasped her hands on the edge of the table and hesitated to speak.

"Huh?" Still not giving up?

"Shouldn't you...shouldn't...hey, this is the first time I've been to Malfoy Manor!" Where should she stay after leaving the study!She didn't want to face Draco.

Lucius was taken aback for a moment, he actually forgot about this. "Dobby!" he yelled, and a house-elf emerged, with its huge head hanging down. "You made Draco..."

"No, no, no, Mr. Malfoy, just ask Dobby to take me around the manor." Christo quickly waved her hand and said, while quickly dumping Dobby under the nose of Lucius. wink.

Dobby looked at Lucius.

Lucius felt very uncomfortable. It seemed that Christo was familiar with his house-elf.

"Mr. Malfoy, I won't bother you!"

Before he responded, Christo had grabbed Dobby and ran out.He looked at the door that was about to close with a complicated expression. Was he being too gentle with her?However, she is the person the master trusts the most.He smiled wryly. With this identity, he couldn't really do anything to her.His eyes dimmed, and he suddenly thought of another oil bottle. Compared with Kristo, this oil bottle was pitifully cheap, but it could be used well.

"Where is Wormtail now?"

A mouse was thrown in, and ran behind the curtain with a flutter, and turned into a short and stooped figure...

Outside the study.

Christo bit her lip, she quickly put Dobby down, and looked at the man in the distance.

Draco was sitting on a four-legged mahogany armchair with one hand resting on the mahogany round table and a wine glass in the other. He shook it at her from a distance, and the light golden clear liquid swayed in the transparent glass into a beautiful scene. Curved, "Mrs. Parkinson, may I buy you a drink?" He said with his face slightly raised, his face was gentle and harmless.

Christo subconsciously wanted to take a step back. When she remembered her current identity, she stopped abruptly, squinted her eyes, "No need, Draco. Dobby—" She squinted and looked at the house-elf .

Dobby stretched out his tiny arms, "Go this way, Mrs. Parkinson."

Under Dobby's leadership, Christophe visited Malfoy Manor in the capacity of Fella Parkinson openly and aboveboard.As for dinner, with Lucius around, she had a full meal with peace of mind.Mr. Malfoy can be a very serious man.Sure enough, my father is the best!

After dinner, Christo locked herself in the room.

She was going to write a letter to Trish.

Dear Trish, I am well.

I have reached the Plains of Gower, and I am now living at Malfoy Manor in Shazhishire.when can i see you

This afternoon, I encountered an attack from the Order of the Phoenix in Viscount Ashe's black magic shop. Who knows what Harry said when he went back, it's fine for the three uncles to deal with me alone, and even Uncle Weasley was called!As for the fighting situation, uh, it was a bit tragic.I don’t know if you, Lord Marquis, can help me settle it. I’m too poor to afford the latest Firebolt 0>_<0!

By the way, I must tell you how rigid Draco's father is!Just because I took him to fly, he ignored me all the way (#‵′)!Moreover, I am worried that I will be ambushed by the Order of the Phoenix again on my trip tomorrow, and I want him to give me Draco's hair to prepare Polyjuice Potion, but he is reluctant!All three-year-olds know how reasonable it is for a father to take his son out!How much trouble from the Order of the Phoenix can be saved!But he couldn't bear it!

Finally, I haven't heard from Gilderoy in a long time, Trish, do you know something?

From your sweetest Keri.