[Comprehensive HP] In the name of darkness

In the early morning, Harry looked at the young master who was using himself as a pillow, and opened his eyes to the ceiling, "Draco, wake up."

"Hmm." The platinum fur shook, and Draco opened his eyes to look at Harry who was being held down by him. Dangling among people.

"Morning." Harry smiled, hands behind his head, looking at Draco.

"Morning." When Harry moved, the soft mattress changed its position, Draco's hand that was supporting him shook, and their foreheads bumped into each other.

"Ow."

"Ah." The foreheads of the two little devils who sat up were flushed, and Harry looked at Draco, "Why don't you have any strength at all?"

"Who has the strength to wake up in the morning!" Draco protested, his hands and feet were limp when he just woke up.Harry gritted his teeth, "Go wash up first, they should be here."

"Okay, I'll have Dobby prepare breakfast."

"The one that went down last night is ready, try their craftsmanship." Harry got off the bed from the other side, scratching his head, his hair was a little long.

In the dining room, the children who followed yesterday and Percy, Earl, Clint, Cedric and Sffincher who came over in the morning looked at the people who served them, feeling a little longing for no reason.In fact, it is very simple. Blood slaves are originally used to satisfy desires. Whether it is blood, temperament, or appearance, it is hard to restrain.

"Be careful to drop all your eyeballs in." Harry put on his normal clothes, and Draco was standing next to him, who was giggling. Pansy and Blaise looked at each other, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"Welcome, distinguished guest." A voice came from the door, and the blood slave that Harry drove down yesterday led the newcomers to the dining room, and the already large dining table was lengthened again.

"Dad." "Father." "..." There was a crowd of people calling Dad in the restaurant.

A few older ones stood aside. The fathers of these people either didn't receive the invitation, or they didn't want to come, or they didn't know it at all.

"First, let's eat." Harry pushed Snape to the main seat, the house was his, Snape was his father, no one could say anything about this arrangement.

The adults and children sat down, Harry clapped his hands, and the blood slave who had set the table just now appeared again with a plate. Harry looked at the medium-rare mutton with pea cheese, and caramel bread in front of him, and suddenly felt that these blood slaves were not enough for him. gone back.

After breakfast, Harry invited everyone to the drawing room.

"I think there is only one thing that worries everyone recently." Harry sat among the crowd, and the rest formed a fan shape. Harry put his hands on his knees, fingertips together, with a very calm expression.

"After searching for a month and asking for a month, you should have quite a lot of information." Harry scanned the crowd. There were former Death Eaters, those who followed the Dark Lord back then, some neutral, some After Voldemort's downfall, he was looking for trouble, and he wanted to take the opportunity to make a fortune with them. "But I don't think everyone knows one thing, that is, where did the escaped Dark Lord go?"

"Sure enough, he ran away." Fred snorted, and was pulled by George beside him. Percy blocked the two younger brothers behind him. It was better not to make a sound at this time.

"The information in my hand has ruled out the place where he hid before, but I'm not sure if he will go back, so I let people watch the place before. Unfortunately, I can use very few people." Hallelo With distress, it seems that he is really worried about manpower, "I can tell Dumbledore these things, he will be willing to stir up the entire magic world, and there is a nonsense existence like the Minister of Magic, I believe he will die by then Not only the Dark Lord's subjects, but also those who oppose him, those who don't support him, and those who threaten him."

"So, I want to put my hope on everyone sitting here. After all, the Minister and the Saint Dumbledore will not care about us, what do you think?" Harry changed his posture, resting his cheeks on his hands, and nodded his head Look at the people around you a little bit.

Silence, both adults and children were silent, Harry rested his chin on his hands, very patient, it was not the first time they communicated, it was just the first time they met, especially Big Malfoy, he was the most confident among them, And the most annoying, because Malfoy only represents popular opinion.

Harry revealed a little bit of what Fudge and Dumbledore did in a letter of one month, including the cooperation he and Fudge talked about last time. Believe it or not, what Fudge did this month was indeed different from what Harry said Few, and Dumbledore, what Dumbledore did when he was in St. Mungo's was enough to make them worry and suspect, for example, dozens of so-called searches, this is to illustrate a problem, whether it is Fudge or Deng Bullido will not allow them to maintain their current status and resources.

Harry once wrote a sentence to everyone in the letter at different times, "This kind of thief-like life is really impressive."

Everyone knew that Voldemort's death wasn't the end, let alone that he wasn't dead yet.If they don't have a chance to stand up, they will only be subject to others forever.

Harry pointed his fingers at his gills, as if tapping a certain rhythm, but he was still waiting for the attitude of the people in front of him.One thing Harry believed was that these nobles, who were used to security but had been vigilant for the admission of the Savior, would not give up the opportunities they could take advantage of.

"What happened in the Chamber of Secrets should have been a secret, but Dumbledore and I don't want it to really be a secret." This is what Harry inserted into the first letter when he sent it. The context may be somewhat different, but in terms of purpose, its function is the same.

Dumbledore wanted the unanimous support of the wizarding world, and what he wanted was to tell these people that the fear was always there, just as he had said to Fudge, that if death could not lessen the fear of the Dark Lord, then only in Draw more shields before he shows up.It's just that he will give these people the protection and benefits they deserve, which is much better than Fudge's greed.

More than one person had questioned Harry's self-confidence, but with the self-conscious secrecy of Slytherin chiefs of all ages, Harry's secret—though he basically said nothing—was still safe.

Especially the Earls, he and his parents repeated what Harry said to them the day he saluted them, you have to take responsibility for where you are.

"One can't enjoy all the time without thinking about giving, especially when he is about to be abandoned at any time." This is what Big Malfoy said at Draco's birthday party. The smartest Malfoy has the best, and there is no People can ignore what they give.

"I don't think Harry's decision will affect everyone's friendship, does it?" Draco sat on the chair and looked at the people who came to congratulate him. Although Harry was not there, he was still the only one besides him, the protagonist. The topic, this person, has such magic power.

"Even if we wanted to, he wouldn't allow it." Blaise looked at the juice in his hand, "I can't believe that we have to learn to hold a glass of wine and discuss a hypocritical life before we are allowed to drink."

"I see you're enjoying it." The feather fan in Pansy's hand shook, "Although I'm not old enough, I don't mind if you call me a lady."

"You have always been the pride of the Parkinson family, our princess." Draco blinked, hypocritical and sincere.

"I'm not going to marry you, Draco, so don't try to please a girl who won't be your wife." Pansy lifted her chin, opened her fan and covered her mouth with a chuckle.

"I think we should add some more people to our team." Blaise looked at the name on the gift, "This is a Ravenclaw."

The scene turns back.Harry closed his eyes slightly, and everyone could see that he was humming an unknown tune. "You did this yourself?" Draco suddenly said, breaking the silence.

"I don't have this talent. It was made by a court musician. I like it very much, so I asked him to teach me, and his king ordered him not to play it again." Harry opened his eyes, "I will write down the score when I have time. , the tune is good for dancing."

"A ball? It's really a good birthday choice." Lucius nodded, and then said, "Want to see your real house, Harry?"

"Is it my birthday present?" Harry blinked, he had been looking forward to it for a long time.People nearby smiled, as if they were just a kid expecting a birthday present, but they all knew that a response could be the basis of their cooperation.

"Of course." Lucius nodded, "You have been waiting for a long time."

"Harry, do you mind if we take a look too?" Pansy hopped off his chair, ignoring a shake of his head from his father.

"I think it's better to connect to the Floo first." Remus flashed out from the side. To be honest, he has such a sense of presence that he won't notice him unless he looks at it.

Draco looked at his father as he was leaving, wondering if his timing was right, Lucius nodded slightly, which made Draco heave a sigh of relief.