HP Demon's Silence

1994 1 Month 23 Day.

Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire, England.

Lucius Malfoy walked out along the main road of the manor, and Narcissa Malfoy stood on the balcony on the second floor, with a gentle smile, watching her husband leave.You can't go to the Ministry of Magic through the fireplace, and apparation is forbidden in the manor, so this is already the road that Lucius must pass every morning.

At this time, the exquisite wrought iron gate of the manor slowly opened, Lucius was taken aback for a moment, he was still some distance away from the gate, and had not entered the range of magic detection, so it must not have been opened for him.It's still so early, have any guests arrived yet?

Sure enough, not long after, a slender and beautiful woman walked towards her. She looked at most 25 years old, with black hair reaching her hips, and a pair of charming rose red eyes, which reflected coquettish light in the morning sun.When Lucius saw her, he raised his eyebrows slightly, stopped in his tracks, and smiled politely: "Oh, good morning, Miss Buenos Aires, I know you often come to accompany my wife and make her stay with me I’m always grateful that I’m not so lonely at work.”

"Good morning, Mr. Malfoy." The red-eyed woman also stopped and smiled faintly, "It is my honor to be friends with Mrs. Malfoy, and the so-called friends should be with each other. Narcissa is willing to open her heart to me. I am also very grateful for that!”

Lucius nodded: "Then, I wish you a happy tea party today."

"I wish you success in your work at the Ministry of Magic, too."

After finishing these few polite dialogues, the two left in opposite directions.After walking a long way, Bai Yisha rolled her eyes towards the sky, thinking that it is really hard work to maintain dignity.

Narcissa had already greeted her at the door, so she naturally saw her little gestures, so she couldn't help but burst out laughing, and asked: "Oh, dear Bai Yisha, you showed an expression that a lady shouldn't have, what makes you dissatisfied gone?"

Bai Yisha gave Narcissa a hug, and then the two entered the hall together. Bai Yisha took Mrs. Platinum's arm and replied: "Hey, Narcissa, you know that I am not a lady. The word itself is called People hate it, but in front of your husband, I have to pretend to be dignified and elegant, so as not to be rejected by him from the Malfoy Manor, which is really not easy for me!"

"Is your patience all for me? That's so sweet." Mrs. Malfoy, who is synonymous with dignified and elegant, covered her lips and chuckled, "But Lucius is not such a rigid guy. You will understand when you see him more often. Already!"

Bai Yisha thought to herself: "Actually, I have seen him enough times. This man is too protective, and he can't tolerate a grain of sand in his eyes. If he knows my true nature, he will definitely kick me out!" But she Just jokingly said: "Oh, I'm not saying that Mr. Malfoy has a rigid personality, I think he just loves his wife too much, for fear that someone will spoil her, such as a guy like me!"

"Bai Yisha, your understanding of yourself is too biased," Narcissa said disapprovingly, "I have never seen a more elegant and charming woman than you, those things are not deliberately shown, it has been engraved It's in your blood... well, dear, let's not waste time on this topic, I'm about to make some candies with my own hands and send them to Xiaolong, would you like to help?"

In her heart, Bai Yisha scolded a certain delicate young master who loves candy after growing up so much, but on the surface she said with a smile: "Of course, I am very happy! But I declare in advance that I will give up participating in the tasting session. Taste deficient, remember?"

Narcissa said regretfully: "Yes, you once mentioned that you had a terrible illness, which made you no longer feel the delicious food. Merlin bless you, at least you survived."

The morning time was spent in the pleasant conversation and busyness of the two ladies, until Lily, the house elf, informed Mrs. Malfoy that lunch was ready, and the two of them temporarily put down their work and came to the dining table.

Under Narcissa's instruction, today's lunch was particularly rich, but Bai Yisha's complexion turned green. Looking at the solid food on the table, she immediately recalled the texture of steak that was like wax residue when chewing in her mouth, and how it lasted for several hours after swallowing. With the indigestion symptoms of the day, a fierce struggle began in her mind: should she find a reason to run away, run away, or run away... At this moment, she felt a sudden heat on the tip of her right thumb, and raised her hand to look, Sure enough, the tattoo of the Holy See lit up with white light, and it was Lanlos who was calling her.

In ecstasy, Bai Yisha smiled subtly, she stood up immediately, and said apologetically to Narcissa's questioning eyes: "Oh, what can I do, my boss has something urgent to call for me..."

Of course, Narcissa noticed the strangeness on Bai Yisha's hand. It was not the first time she knew the existence of the coat of arms, but it was the first time she saw it glowing like this with her own eyes. It reminded her of the Dark Mark on her husband's wrist . "Oh, don't worry about me, my dear. What is more important to a staff than to obey the boss's orders? As your friend, I fully understand your difficulties. Come, let me send you out."

……

Out of Narcissa's sight, Bai Yisha rushed into the depths of the woods at an inhuman speed, knelt down on one knee in an open space, clenched her right hand behind her left hand, pressed her glowing thumb to her heart, and lowered her head deeply. Head, silently said: "The Holy See is immortal."

Suddenly, a white light appeared, and a magic circle with a diameter of one meter appeared under the woman's feet. It was fleeting and took Bai Yisha away in the blink of an eye.

When I opened my eyes again, the scene in front of me was completely different. I saw a silver-haired man sitting behind a huge mahogany table, holding a pen and writing something on the paper. His serious look was like a reviewer. A good student for homework - if one ignores the wads of paper all around him.

Bai Yisa only took one look, then quickly lowered her head, "Your Majesty, why did you summon me?" She asked respectfully.

Sensing Bai Yisa's appearance, the so-called His Majesty the Pope didn't even raise his head, he said in a hurry: "Bai Yisa, those boring etiquettes are unnecessary, just wait there, I'll write it right away . . . God, it's been so long since I've written, the title, the tense, the tone is such a mess that I'm driving myself crazy."

Bai Yisha: "..." She felt that she might be the first person who was lucky enough to witness the scene of Lanluosi writing the letter, and this was really...too ruined the image.But why did he write a letter?If there is anything that cannot be directly summoned or summoned, unless it has nothing to do with the Holy See...

After an unknown amount of time, Randy Fellowes Troy finally raised his head, and he stared at Bai Yisa with those light blue eyes, which made her shudder, and hurriedly put away her redundant thoughts.

Lanlos smiled lightly, and leaned back on the back of the chair. Between his slender fingers was a fluffy letter. The seal had been carefully sealed with red wax. With a flick of his finger, the letter landed on the white In front of Yisha, she looked subconsciously, and saw the words on the envelope:

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

The name was unbelievably long, and Bai Yisha couldn't help thinking: It's kind of familiar, I seem to have heard of it somewhere, who is he?

Lanlos has no obligation to explain to his adjutant, he just ordered lightly: "Send this letter to Hogwarts, and hand it over to the old guy on the envelope, he is the headmaster of that magic school."

Bai Yisha suddenly felt mixed feelings. She didn't expect that the first thing she was called to do after being out of work for nearly ten years was to deliver letters!Peaceful times are such a waste of youth... She asked cautiously, "Can I be bold..."

"Ah, no way~" Lan Luosi refused even after listening to her words, waved his hand and said, "I've been busy all morning, I'm almost exhausted, I don't want to talk to you so much. And I want to remind you , there is Caroydelian's recognition magic attached to the envelope, anyone who opens it under false pretense will pay a huge price, so you'd better not have such an idea, understand?"

The corner of Bai Yisha's mouth twitched: "...Yes."

"Oh, that's right," Lanlos added: "You are going this time as a blood messenger. If someone asks, you can answer it like this, and you are not allowed to mention anything else."

Bai Yisha opened her eyes wide in surprise: "Blood race?" She didn't expect to hear this title from Llanos one day.

"It's like this in the eyes of the world." The silver-haired man smiled indifferently, "And judging from the drinks we drink, it's true, isn't it?"

Of course Bai Yisha knew about this, and she thought it had nothing to do with drinks, but because those bastards who didn't know how to restrain themselves, even those who followed Ovelia, had stopped indulging their desires, but they still Falling down day by day.She believed that Langlos knew this all too well, that's why his smile was so cold.

She was just silent.

Lanlos waved his hand impatiently: "It must be delivered before tonight, the journey is far away, so hurry up and set off."

Upon hearing this, Bai Yisha lowered her head and took two steps back, then dodged to leave.It wasn't until she got out of the house and came to the street that she realized why Lanlos said the journey was far away. The Eiffel Tower standing in the distance told her that she was teleported from Wiltshire, England to Paris, France by the bond of allegiance!

The red-eyed woman groaned and thought in great pain: "That is to say, I have to run at maximum speed non-stop to get to Hogwarts at night. My God, Lanlos must have done it on purpose!"

……

But in any case, Bai Yisha finally carried out this order perfectly, and regained her confidence under the salivating eyes of the adolescent boys in Hogwarts. Among them, what made her happiest was that Draco Malfoy saw Her reaction, as long as she thought of the shock in the boy's gray-blue eyes when they passed by, Bai Yisha felt disgusted.

***

The Hogwarts headmaster's office as curfew approached the next day.

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Dear Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore:

The Council of the Highest Nobles of our Clan has made a final decision on what you requested in your letter a year ago.

If you are willing to accept the following ten terms, then the fourth generation of our family, His Majesty Nehemiah the Great King, and all her followers will form a friendly alliance with the side you represent.The contract takes effect immediately when our envoy enters Hogwarts.

First,……

……

Tenth, as a show of sincerity, our family will send a descendant of a nobleman to study at Hogwarts as a liaison special envoy.

King Nehemiah, the fourth king of blood clan

and all its subjects,

yours truly

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"Well, that's it." The old man with half-moon eyes put his hands on the table easily, his eyes were smiling, as if he didn't notice the livid faces of the four in front of him.

"Dumbledore, I assume that the vain letter just now did mention that a vampire is coming to Hogwarts—"

"Oh, yes, what you said is basically correct, Severus, but I must correct a very serious common sense error of yours, that is, vampires are not vampires, they feed on blood, but this need and human Meals are as regular as three meals a day—don't interrupt me yet, Minerva. Let's use an easy-to-understand example: I always have to eat, and I sometimes get hungry before it's time, but this can't Prompted me to bite a live toad that happened to be in front of me, although the soup made from it at breakfast was very good... Well, anyway, vampires are very intelligent, and vampires are often without reason. Trust me, as Headmaster of Hogwarts, the last thing I want my lovely students to suffer a little bit of harm."

"Oh? Not a little bit hurt?" Severus Snape snorted, "Dear Albus, is it possible that the first-year Dark Lord Quirrell, the second-year basilisk, and the Ah who are running around now Was the Zkaban fugitive just a funny dream I had?"

Dumbledore smiled kindly at that.

Minerva McGonagall said solemnly: "Severus is right, Albus! The school situation is very complicated now, and any uncertain factors cannot be tolerated. If the Kindred is to ally with us, the last one must be amended!"

The headmaster finally stopped laughing. He stood up and frowned, "We must make a clear point. The current situation is not that the blood race wants to form an alliance with us. On the contrary, we must win their support. The blood race individuals are very powerful. For hundreds of years, the position of the monarch has been vacant, and the nobles have their own territories and titles, which has no meaning for us to win over. However, since the fourth generation of the blood clan came to the throne three years ago, the blood clans from all over the world have responded to his call and regrouped their strength. Become a true pack! Once this powerful force is in the hands of the Dark Lord, we will be extremely disadvantaged. Negotiations with goblins, elves, dwarves and werewolves are still deadlocked, because we can't drive more than the Dark Lord. The attractive conditions make these proud creatures make up their minds. The position of the blood race will have a great impact! As for the safety issue, I think I have made it very clear, and I would like to guarantee it with the position of the principal!"

"...Understood. I choose to trust you, Albus." McGomer stood for a while, and finally nodded.

"Sev?" The headmaster stared at the potions professor with wise blue eyes.

Snape snorted coldly, and said again: "Has the board of directors agreed?"

Lucius never mentioned it!

"Board of directors?" Dumbledore blinked in surprise, as if thinking of this matter for the first time, "Do we need the approval of the board of directors to recruit one more student?"

"Albus, there is another very serious problem. Magic power, as a kind of life force, comes from the wizard itself...but the blood race—they are actually dead!" said Professor Frivy, head of Ravenclaw , "They can't use magic."

The kind Professor Stroop said worriedly: "In this case, the child will definitely be excluded by the students. Which Squib will come to school?"

Snape let out a sharp breath through his nose. "First of all, let's assume that the vampire does have a normal, thinking brain, then we don't need to worry about this kind of problem! Second, if his brain size is really comparable to that of a troll, I believe Gryffindor Will gladly accept him, at least as a pair with Mr Longbottom, won't he?"

"Severus! Mr. Longbottom's magic power is relatively weak. As a professor, we should respect and help him!"

"Oh, don't be so excited, Minerva. Of course you say that, because he has never blown up anything in your classroom! This kind of behavior that damages the school's public resources and brings huge security risks, isn't it Should we pay attention to it?"

……

Unknowingly, these professors have regarded this yet-to-be-arrived vampire as a student of Hogwarts.

Dumbledore sat back behind the headmaster's desk again, and watched with a smile on the four headmasters who insisted on their own opinions and spat all over each other.The Sorting Hat was awakened by the sound of arguments, and it twisted its waist excitedly: "Hey, there are new students again? Great, you know I just created a new song, and the students will love it! Dumbledore, would you like Let me sing it to you quietly first? Cough cough, pay attention—"

"Oh, of course I'm looking forward to your new song, um... every class of students are very impressed by it... but I have to regret to tell you—"

The Sorting Hat immediately screamed and interrupted the next words: "No! Dumbledore, are you going to tell me that there is no time to sing this time? Huh, you know the consequences of doing this, that is, I will definitely not Sorted him!"

The Sorting Hat, who was eager to show off its talent and singing voice, resolutely went on strike under disappointment, no matter how the principal tried to comfort him, it was of no avail.But the status of this inconspicuous hat, which is comparable to the age of an ancient castle, is actually very important. No matter which student has to sing the name of the college through it, he can be officially recognized as a member of the school.So if it really insists on not going to work, the problem will be very serious.

However, the cunning principal closed his mouth and turned his eyes away, as if the Sorting Hat suddenly disappeared from his eyes.

He looked at the time, walked around the principal's office, put on his coat, clapped his hands, and said to the four professors who were in a lively (?) atmosphere: "Well, I have to interrupt you, I'm glad to see So much enthusiasm for our future new friend, though, I think it's time to go out and get him/her."

"Did you hear that? I really won't sort him!" the Sorting Hat was still shouting excitedly.

However, except for the cold glance generously rewarded by a certain snake king, everyone left as if they had never heard of it, and left under the leadership of the principal.

The author has something to say: that is, the story begins in the second semester of the third year.

January 1994, 1 is Sunday~