HP's Impassable Time

Phil followed behind Nagini, step by step.

There were a lot of Death Eaters hurrying on the road. Since the failure of the Ministry of Magic, the Dark Lord's mood has been very unstable, and there are too many things to deal with. In addition to dealing with various accusations from the Dark Lord here, there is also Faced with the interrogation by the Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry of Magic, all unsteady Death Eaters felt physically and mentally exhausted, except of course the diehards like Bella, who only had to worry about their master's emotions and didn't care about the Phoenix at all. Society, what Ministry of Magic, they will only destroy and make trouble everywhere.

Because Lucius was thrown into Azkaban, Draco has been a little busy recently. Apart from taking over the family property, he also has to comfort his mother.

Although he knew part of the family's property before, it was not comprehensive. Now that everything is found, it takes some time to sort things out. Fortunately, many things have rules to follow. These two days have gradually begun Get started.

Voldemort's sudden call today made Draco a little overwhelmed. For a few days, he felt as if he had graduated for a long time, and his life at Hogwarts had been far away from him. Now he is.

Whether he is capable or not, he has become a real Malfoy.

He missed Lily, and the days when he took her hand and walked by the lake, just like his father used to do to his mother.

Kiss Lily on the forehead and hold her in his arms.

He walked across the hall and up the stairs to the second floor, brushing his left hand over the smooth railings whose columns were carved with arabesques,

With a pause, the hand slowly hangs down from the wooden crimson handrail.

"Lily?"

Phil and Nagini walk down the corridor.On the second floor, both the bedroom and the hallway are covered with thick carpet, which is very comfortable to step on. When passing the stairs, Phil was pleasantly surprised to find that Draco appeared on the top step. Even better!

"Draco!"

Phil didn't correct what Draco called him, and flew over and hugged Draco's neck. Draco didn't expect Lily to be so excited, and he was completely unprepared. Before the two rolled down the steps, they were caught by a The floating spell saved him.

Draco, who was in a cold sweat from fright, realized that this person should not be Lily as soon as he landed. Lily is always reserved.

During the landing process, Phil kept holding Draco's thigh tightly and refused to let go.

"Phil?"

Phil didn't care about Draco's reaction, and tearfully acted as the kind of pendant on Draco's body that couldn't be torn off no matter how he tore it off.

#Finally able to have a good meal! #

#Importance of the necessities of life#

Voldemort's face was dark, and his appearance was worrying, but now it was even more horrible.

"Let go, Phil!"

He is used to ordering what others do.

Phil pretended not to hear, nothing could stop her determination to hug her thigh, she decided!She was going to be with Draco until she had a new thigh to cuddle with.

Are there any long-term meal tickets?

"Draco, I'm hungry, I want to eat!"

Under the double pressure of the Dark Lord and Lily, Draco spoke with difficulty.

"You let go of my legs first, you can't eat even if you hold me!" Although Draco could distinguish between Phil and Lily, he still couldn't bear to refuse any request from Phil who was holding Lily's face .

So he could only withstand Voldemort's low pressure and whispered to Phil who was acting as his leg pendant.

Phil finally calmed down and let go of Draco's thigh.

But he still stared at Draco without blinking, which made Voldemort very unhappy.

There is a feeling that the cabbage that has been carefully raised for a long time was crushed by a pig that suddenly rushed into the garden. Seeing the ground is in a mess, that is terrible!

Voldemort gracefully stretched out his hand to Phil, gesturing for her to hold his hand. He didn't wait long, but Phil hesitated for a moment and finally stretched out his hand, placing it on his somewhat cold hand.

"I'll take you to the restaurant. I asked them to cook a lot of delicious food for you. There must be something you like."

Voldemort's gentle voice made the Death Eaters around tremble three times, and seeing his master laughing so hard that his teeth couldn't see his eyes, it was even more...

and many more! !

The Death Eaters wiped their eyes collectively.

"No! I want to eat what Draco prepared."

Even rejecting the request of the Dark Lord, don't drag the people around you if you want to die!

What surprised everyone even more.

"Yes, as long as you like." The first half of the sentence was gritted, and the second half was extremely gentle.

Phil showed a child's smile, and happily stretched out his other hand, motioning for Draco to hold his hand.

Big hands hold small hands, walking is not afraid of slippery, walking, walking, walking, and my son grows up in a blink of an eye...

fall!

Something strange got mixed in.

The black line on Voldemort's face, he is said to be over 70 years old, and there are three people holding hands or something...

Quite a shame!

After tossing and tossing, I finally sat down in the restaurant.

Phil looked at Draco speechlessly at the other end of the table arranged ten meters away by Voldemort.

"Brother, why did you arrange him so far away?"

Phil looked sideways at Voldemort on the main seat.

Voldemort said innocently: "That's a seat for guests, I think I've treated him very well!" After speaking, he gave Draco a warning look.

"It's not bad here." Draco said dryly, which was to comfort Phil's emotions.

"Sit down, I want to eat the meal you prepared for me!"

Phil's way of ordering people now is exactly the same as Voldemort's. Phil in Voldemort's memory was timid and sensitive. He was really curious about what happened to make Phil change so much.

Then he looked at Voldemort, as if if you dared to refuse me, I would dare to flirt with you.

Voldemort followed Phil's words in a good-tempered manner and nodded.

"Sit down, hurry up!"

Phil waved to Draco who was ten meters away, until seeing Draco approaching, he happily pointed to the delicious-looking food and said, "This, this, this, that, and that. Both."

Draco picked out all the dishes Lily pointed out, sorted out some similar ones, and rearranged the plates. Phil entered the state of eating when Draco prepared the first steak and pasta mix.

The two cooperated very tacitly, one took a serious sip of food, and the other carefully arranged the plate. No one spoke at the table, and Voldemort's eyelids twitched when he saw the scene of tacit understanding.

I really don't know whether to be thankful or to blame that his eyelids still retain this insignificant shit function.

Then he had no time to worry about such minutiae.

Phil had already eaten five pieces of steak, and was reaching for the sixth piece with a fork. Apparently, Draco also noticed it, and immediately pulled out the piece of steak and pushed it over a seafood lasagna.

Phil, who didn't get into the steak, frowned slightly, and hit the lasagna twice with an empty fork, before inserting the small piece of lasagna that had been cut into his mouth.

Draco prepared the last bit of chicken, moved the other plates a little away from Phil, and then sat down opposite Phil to watch her eat.

Voldemort was staring at the ring on Phil's left middle finger (the other fingers were too thin and the thumb was too thick), which he hadn't noticed before.

"Have you been to Gaunt House?"

Phil ignored him and continued eating.

Voldemort: "..." Is this still my obedient and sensible sister?

Draco: "..." I feel like I saw something amazing, and I don't know if I will be silenced.

Phil: "..." Still eating fruit salad leisurely.

She finally watched Phil finish the last piece of bread, when she put down the fork and wiped the corner of her mouth reservedly.

"Why don't you eat?" Phil looked strangely at the two people just staring at him, the food in front of them didn't move a single bite.

"I think Draco may not be hungry yet, you go back first! I still have some things to talk to him, we will talk about things after we parted in the evening." Voldemort sat on the main seat, leaning back gently He leaned back, put one hand on the table, and tapped lightly on the table.

Phil curled his lips, stood up from the chair, glanced at the two of them and said, "Okay!" After walking two steps, Phil turned back to Draco and said, "Tomorrow I will eat meat again, this time I'm not allowed Get my meat off."

The gold in her eyes hasn't appeared since yesterday.

Voldemort watched Phil walk out of the dining room, and several Death Eaters walked in, cleaned up the leftovers on the table, and then retreated out silently.

Unlike when Phil was there, Draco was a little nervous facing Voldemort alone, and this tension became more and more serious as the time of loneliness and silence increased.

"Oh! Draco, Draco." Voldemort called Draco's name in an aria, "You know, Lucius has always been my loyal servant, but what happened last time really disappointed me .”

"I trust him, so I entrust him with such an important task." Voldemort stared at Draco's pale face with red eyes, "It's just..."

He dragged his voice, thinking of Phil's attitude towards Draco before, "I should have punished him, you know, I can get him out at any time."

He stood up and walked behind Draco.

"However, all of this does not need to happen. I will bring him back. He is still my most trusted subordinate, and he will still return to his manor as his nobleman."

Voldemort stretched his hand across Draco's shoulder, his tone was soft, like whispers between lovers: "I just need you to complete a small... task!"

He laughed, showing some sharp teeth, pulling the muscles of his face, and a few wrinkles appeared on his flat face.

Draco endured the trembling and sat there without moving, imitating his father and saying, "Yes master, what do you need me to do?"

"Very well, very well." Voldemort looked pleased. "Dumbledore," he said a name.

"As long as you kill Dumbledore, your father will get my forgiveness, and you will also get my reward. You can get whatever you want!"

Draco watched Voldemort's mouth open and close, and he really wanted to double check who he was talking about?

Dumbledore? !

Let me kill Dumbledore? !

He watched the colorless mouth open and close on Voldemort's flat face, and there was a high-pitched screech in his ears, which he tried to hear, but couldn't hear what he was saying.

"...If you fail," Voldemort laughed, and sat back in his seat, "then double crime! I never like too troublesome handling methods, I think you have seen it too."

Finally catching Voldemort's words, Draco's face turned pale again, without a trace of blood.Yes, he had seen what happened to those who disobeyed Voldemort... all in the snake's belly.

He swallowed.

"Yes! MYLORD!"

**

Coming out of the restaurant, Draco's footsteps were a bit flimsy, as if he was stepping on clouds. Phil was impatient to stay in one place, and was running around the room. come over.

"Draco? Why is your face so pale? What's wrong with my brother?" Phil tried to look at the situation in the restaurant strangely, but the door was closed, and she could only look at Draco again.

"What?" Draco was out of state, looking at Phil with a strange expression as if he didn't hear it.

"I said! What's wrong with my brother? Why do you look so bad!" Phil repeated what he said just now.

"Your brother? Who?" Draco asked again before he could get out of that state, and Phil rolled his eyes, "It's the one inside, didn't you just have dinner together!"

"Oh! Eat!"

Phil looked suspiciously at Draco who repeated his words again, wondering why he was so out of his mind!

"Are you OK!"

Draco looked at the familiar Lily, feeling a little sad and aggrieved, but he pressed them down and squeezed a smiley face, "It's okay, I just have some things to do, why didn't you go back to the professor?"

Snape was sent away by Voldemort when Phil was sleeping at noon, and he was exchanging messages with Dumbledore at Hogwarts.

"Severus, are you sure?"

Dumbledore stood up, took two steps in front of the desk, and frowned.

Snape stood calmly at the door and said, "I can't confirm. What I told you before was just my guess. After all, I also checked Lily thoroughly before, and there is nothing special about it."

"I mean what's her name, Phil, isn't it! Phil Gaunt?" Dumbledore's attention was different from Snape's, he cared about the name, and if it was, then what he thought before It is correct, but what is the reason that people who have reached the age of 60 still maintain their childhood appearance, and they do not seem to have any side effects, and they can also touch the detector of magic minors, which is too weird and desirable .

Thinking of this, the ambitions about life and death that have been suppressed for many years have emerged. If I can know, does it mean that I can...

"Dumbledore?"

Snape's voice interrupted Dumbledore's thoughts, he looked up blankly like an ordinary old man, motioning for Snape to continue talking, he thought of his brother and sister, Aberforth and Ari Na.

He walked back to his seat tiredly, sat down on the slightly Gothic high-backed chair, narrowed his eyes, and stroked his temples with his hands.

"If you are unwell, I can come back later." Anyway, I basically finished what I had to say.

Snape frowned, staring at Dumbledore with dark eyes unblinking.

Dumbledore waved his hand, "Something... I think I need to be quiet, come to me later, I have something to show you."

Before Snape walked out of the office, Dumbledore added, "It's about Lily."

Snape stopped pulling the doorknob and looked back at Dumbledore, but Dumbledore had already closed his eyes and entered a state of contemplation.

Tightening his hands, he opened the door and left the office.

Dumbledore opened his eyes after Snape left, his eyes were a little dull, he also left the office afterward, went to the door of the Response Room on the eighth floor, walked back and forth three times, the door Lily had seen before had complicated The door of the magic pattern appeared again, and Dumbledore walked in, but did not come out for a long time.

small theater:

Harry: The scar has started to hurt frequently again recently!What conspiracy is Voldemort planning?

Dali: Hey!Harry, is your scar hurting again?

Harry Baffling Potter: ... (Since he rescued Dudley himself from a dementor last semester, he's always been weird.)

Really awkward Dali: I can get you some ice cubes. (Tsundere face)

Harry: ... (What is the direct connection between headaches and ice cubes?)