Harder Aurora

Mr. Alfort...that's still easy.

He stood in front of the wooden door of the Finance Department and pushed the door open after mustering up his courage.

"...In addition to the Hungarian Horntail that was killed, there is also the entire stand, the treatment costs for Miss Conlonis and hundreds of students, that's all in total."

As soon as he entered the door, he saw that Miss Greengrass, who always had a bad face, bent over conscientiously, and handed a piece of paper to a platinum-blond long-haired man sitting on a dragon leather sofa. Standing aside uneasily.

"This money is enough to rebuild a Hogwarts." Old Malfoy said mockingly.

"What about Potter?" he asked Greengrass, looking up.

"Potter was seriously injured while protecting the student, and he still hasn't woken up."

Malfoy raised an eyebrow meanly, "Retribution."

A young-looking brown-haired girl next to her retorted bravely and stammeringly, "Mr. Potter made a sacrifice to protect the students..."

"You're fired, get out." Malfoy didn't even look at her.

See, that's why he didn't want to deal with Malfoy.

"Hey—cough cough, Mr. Malfoy, hello." Ralph stood up straight, trying to look decent.

Only then did Malfoy notice the unexpected guest, "Who are you?"

"I have something to do—oh, I'm Ray Ralph from the Oro Department. I have something urgent to ask you."

"Oro Department? You can't be from Weasley, are you?" Malfoy said coldly, his mean light blue eyes showing disgust.

"No, my immediate supervisor is Madame Madeleine."

"That nervous bastard." Malfoy waved his hand impatiently, stood up, and let Ralph follow him into his office.

After the world was quiet, Malfoy gave him a please-speak gesture.

Ralph wiped the sweat from his brow, "The student who killed the Horntail with the Killing Curse said he wanted to see you."

Malfoy sneered, "I don't know anyone who can kill a dragon with the Killing Curse."

"He said he had something you wanted to know. Do me a favor, Mr. Malfoy, that fourteen-year-old boy is about to be sentenced to Dementor's Kiss by the Wizengamot."

"I never knew that the Oro Department would sympathize with the criminal who committed the unforgivable crime." Malfoy rubbed the jewelry on the snake staff, "I don't know him, you go."

I don't know where the courage came from, Ralph said slightly angrily, "I really suggest you go, sir, he has platinum-blond hair like you, maybe it's your illegitimate son living abroad—"

"I don't have bastards in the blood! You're next to the Wizengamot!" Malfoy yelled.

Courage was all gone, and Ralph paled in horror that he was going to be fired.

"Wait, is that '14-year-old boy with platinum blonde hair' named Walker?"

Charles had seen all kinds of courts, but nothing like the Wizengamot, surrounded by endless rows of seats filled with wizards in square hats, all dressed in uniform black robes and Badges, one of the seats is different from the other three parties, wearing a uniform dark blue robe.

Charles felt a cold and corrupt breath coming from his head, he raised his head, there were dementors that filled the space above the court, only 3 patron saints were separating the dementors from the wizard, smelling his breath, The dementors were even more agitated, and the three Patronuses almost couldn't completely guard the defense.

"Quiet—" The chairman right in front of him should be a senior official of the Department of Legal Enforcement. He can even see Mr. Porter's nameplate in the middle, but it is now empty, and the next seat is the old man who is talking. Charles recognizes It was Nick Olsen who always made annoying noises during the game.

"I think we should wait for Mr. Potter to come back, Olsen." The young woman sitting in the front row to the west spoke. Her hair was combed meticulously, her eyes were sharp, and she was not a witch to be trifled with at first sight.

"I disagree, Veronica. This is a very bad incident. We don't have time to wait for Mr. Potter to recover." She was answered by a male wizard on the east side. He had dark skin and a dark blue robe with wearing a green silk tie.

"I'm sure you guys are impressed with this spell, Blaise." This time it was also a person from the west side, but it wasn't the woman named Veronica, but another elderly wizard, he looked jokingly The person in the dark blue robe, "That's why you came out in such a hurry to draw a clear line?"

They had already quarreled before the court session, and Charles watched boredly. It seemed that he would not die for a while.

"Enough, be quiet!" Nick yelled. "Oh, the student is here, bring him up. Thanks, Madeleine."

Charles was directly pulled onto the iron chair in the middle of the courtroom, with several circles of iron chains wrapped around it, and unknown spells were carved on the floor.

"You can't use iron chains. I'm underage. It's illegal." Charles looked at the squirming iron chains and resolutely defended his rights.

It was only then that everyone noticed the boy who caused the disturbance. The wizards in dark blue robes started whispering. They talked to each other with surprised expressions, especially the dark-skinned man named Blaise. His expression looked puzzled and strange.

"You know a lot." Veronica praised.

"He doesn't need your friendliness, Nika, this boy, who just used the Avada Kedavra to kill an adult, mad Hungarian Horntail." A witch under the chair interrupted her dissatisfiedly, "This is An evil criminal, that's all."

"Enough, be quiet!" Olsen picked up the hammer and slammed on the table, and everyone fell silent.

"Name?" he asked, looking at the very small boy in the middle who was visibly starting to feel uneasy.

"Before I answer any questions, I need to make sure that the Wizengamot will not have any lawyers for me?" Charles said, his fingernails scratching the rust on the iron chair. Such a ridiculous thing.

"I'm sorry to tell you that, yes, my dear sir, there are no lawyers willing to defend you," Veronica said.

"Very good," Charles took a deep breath, "According to Article 481, Chapter 375, Page 8 of the Merlin Code, and Article 938, Item 19 of the General Law Enforcement Treaty of the British Ministry of Magic, I have the right to defend myself, and I am my lawyer. "

Once again the court was commotion, the wizards were talking in low voices, and Olsen leaned over to listen to the words of the lieutenants in the row below the chairman and said, "Allowed."

"This boy is not simple." A charming-looking black-haired woman leaned into Veronica's ear and said, "I heard that his mother is the most famous lawyer in the United States."

"That's a good show." Veronica smiled.

"The blue seat opposite, why is it so quiet all of a sudden?"

"Did you see his hair?" Veronica said softly. "Platinum hair, they're afraid they'll hurt Malfoy by mistake. A bunch of cowards, trying to put pressure on Nick for an immediate court hearing in order to get rid of the relationship, see that platinum hair." He flinched after coloring his hair."

Feeling breathless, Blaise loosened the tie in front of his neck. He leaned over and asked the people in the front row, "Nott, does Malfoy have any illegitimate children?"

"As far as I know, no." Nott replied quietly.

"You're free to defend yourself, sir. Now, name?" Nick hammered the tabletop again, loudly.

"Charles Edward P. Walker." Charles replied, looking back quietly at the entrance, praying that Ralph would really help him, and as long as his mother knew, he would bet that Louise could get the Secretary of the United States Ministry of Magic Get it here.

"where do you come from?"

"America, New York."

"American?" Nick raised his eyebrows in confusion. "That's...uncommon."

"He's actually an American!" Everyone began to discuss again, and Veronica mocked contemptuously, "Can't you all hear his pure American accent?"

"your parents?"

"Mother Louise Cooper Walker, father Davis Walker." Charles began to speak sharply under self-protection, "In a sense, they work for the US government." They pay a lot of taxes every year.

"Are they all Muggles?" Now Olsen really began to feel surprised, "Merlin, a 14-year-old Muggle student from the United States, killed a Hungarian Horntail with the Killing Curse!"

"A Muggle." The person in the first row of the blue seat laughed, "It's really an eye-opener."

"So you have no psychological burden, right, McEvoy." Veronica sneered.

"Enough, Nika." A gray-haired woman on the rostrum warned, "Your family fled to France during the war, and you don't understand the seriousness of the matter. If there is another time, you can only be expelled from Wissen Gamo."

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Boleyn."

"Tell me, little Mr. Walker, what happened that day." Mrs. Boleyn said coldly.

"Understood, ma'am." Charles closed his eyes and organized his words before saying word by word, "That was the first match of the Triwizard Tournament. I was sitting in the 37th seat on the 8th floor on the east side. It went well until Beauxbaton's warrior Kronis came on the stage, her Hungarian Horntail went crazy, first attacked Kronis and seriously injured her, then the stands of Gryffindor and Durmstrang, many students They're all badly injured and everything's burning."

He blinked his dry eyes from overwhelmed nerves, hoping to shed some tears of sympathy, "Then there's the Slytherin stands, it's like a demon sent by Satan, a lot of people are crying, I'm completely terrified I'm done." Thank goodness he was finally crying, the tears streaming down his big bright green eyes, and it wasn't faking, he was really starting to get scared.

"Then, it was trying to burn me." Charles choked up, his face flushed from crying, "When I almost saw Death, I remembered a spell in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, as you can see, sir and ma'am Guys, I'm a Muggle and have no idea what this spell means, I'm just trying to survive."

"Yes, Olsen." The stone door at the entrance suddenly opened, Charles almost cheered, McGonagall and Snape walked in side by side, Ron followed behind with his Oro, "It's ridiculous, we Trying to kill a child because he defended his life."

"Poor kid." McGonagall rubbed her eyes and hugged Charles.

"Oh, Minerva," Olsen wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "you shouldn't have come in, it's against the law, please sit on the west side."

"No, I can defend my students." She stepped forward, standing in front of Charles.

You can't, Charles said, "Thank you, Headmaster. But, I've applied to the Wizengamot to defend myself, please believe me," he said through a sob.

"What," McGonagall turned around in surprise, "you're just a little boy, you can't—"

Charles nodded at her firmly, "Don't worry, Headmaster."

"Very good." McGonagall said worriedly, but still sat on the west seat, while Snape walked directly to the blue seat. After he approached, the pure-blooded nobles in the blue seat were almost twice as quiet, at least by him. The wizards who have taught are afraid to speak.

"Thank you, Madeleine." Ron walked to Madeleine Oro's position, and glanced at her contemptuously.

Olsen raised his hand, and the inner court fell silent again.

"Mr. Walker, is your speech over?" Olsen asked.

Charles nodded, aggrievedly covering his blushing face with his arms.

"Now, the prosecution—Mr. Aida." He said to one of the chairman's middle-aged wizards.

Aida is a thin man with a sadly sunken face, carefully dressed in a long robe, with a white chrysanthemum pinned to his chest.He stood up and bowed to the four seats, then stood in front of the rostrum and began his speech.

"First of all, the prosecutor's office recognizes the legitimacy of Mr. Walker's self-defense." He bowed slightly to Charles with a cold face, "The prosecutor's office will never deny a wizard's right to defend his own life."

"Butyouarenow" McGonagall snapped.

Aida didn't care about her attitude, he looked around at the crowd whispering in fear or anxiety or disapproval, "However, the point is not whether Mr. Walker's self-defense is justified or not, but the way he uses it Whether it is legal or not, here, I apply to summon my legal officer, Miss Anne."

Olsen nodded.

A blond woman with exquisite make-up stepped down from the blue seat. She wore a pair of stiletto heels under her robe, knocking the smooth floor with disturbing sounds.

"Dear Mr. Olsen, Honorable Chairman, and Member of the Wizengamot, according to Article 5 of the third page of Merlin's Code, and Article [-] of the first page of the General Law Enforcement Treaty of the British Ministry of Magic, the Avada Kedavra Curse It is a taboo spell that is absolutely forbidden, and anyone must not use it at any time and under any circumstances. Once used, they will be sentenced to the Dementor's Kiss." Miss Anne raised her head arrogantly, and said the content of the code aloud.

"But similarly, according to Article 26 on page 4 of the General Law Enforcement Treaty of the British Ministry of Magic, any wizard with a legal status recognized by the Ministry of Magic shall use any means to protect his own safety in a life-threatening situation." Charles looked up at her, the tears on his face were still wet, but his eyes gradually became sharper.

"But it doesn't include the Killing Curse." Annie said regretfully.

"Thank you, Annie, you can go back." Mr. Aida bowed to her, Annie nodded, and returned to the blue seat with her head raised.

"Next, I'm going to summon Mr. Berkeley, an expert on enchantments in the Ministry of Magic's Department of Mysteries."

The door opened slowly, with the sound of heavy objects rubbing against each other, and a goblin who was almost unable to walk steadily due to old age walked in. It had no white eyes, and its entire big eyes were pitch black.Charles moved in his chair unconsciously, trying to stay away from this ghost-like thing as much as possible.

"The terrible thing about the Killing Curse is not its power, respectable sirs and madams," it said hoarsely, looking around the crowd maliciously, "it lies in the conditions for casting it."

The crowd roared, and McGonagall and Snape looked at each other uneasily.

"Only a truly evil spirit can cast a real Killing Curse," it said with a sharp laugh, sounding like rusty metal scraping against each other, "with all due respect, a normal boy of this gentleman's age The Killing Curse cast might not be able to shoot down a single mosquito."

"I object!" Mag stood up excitedly, and some of the wizards in the four seats had already started screaming in horror.

"The objection is invalid." Mr. Padwa, the chairman, objected coldly.

The goblin opened her mouth, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, "Or, you can ask the gentlemen of the blue seat."

The blue seat became the focus of the interrogation for the first time, and Miss Anne stood up angrily, "I object! This is shameless post-war discrimination!"

"Yes, we can't cast the death curse at all, even in the history of being persecuted." Someone shouted excitedly.

Blaise also stood up. "Check our wands, if this will bring us back the trust we deserve."

"I agree." More and more blue robes stood up, and Snape shook his head at McGonagall.

"With all due respect, Lord Olsen." Another blue robe stepped down slowly, "I volunteered to be a witness for the Prosecution Court. Even in times of war, no Death Eater, not even the Dark Lord, could Killing a Hungarian Horntail with the Fate Curse."

Now people from the other three sides continued to respond, "Yes, no one can do it, he must be very evil!"

"Kill him! He will become the second Dark Lord!"

"How evil must a person be inside to do things that even the Dark Lord can't?"

It was almost like a cult scene, and Charles was dumbfounded. He was wrong. He underestimated the post-war trauma of the wizarding world and the reason why the Killing Curse was the only forbidden spell.

"But—I'm evil?" Charles raged, and he had to defend himself. "I'm just a Muggle from America, as you say, how can that be?"

"The Dark Lord is also Muggle-born." Someone from the Lan Xi retorted loudly.

Snape frowned, "But the Dark Lord has Slytherin blood, and this—my student, obviously doesn't."

A man in the chair laughed, "What do you mean, Severus, that Slytherin represents evil?"

"That's enough, you're a Slytherin too, Mr. Selvy!" McGonagall roared.

"Let's vote, everyone." Seeing the complete chaos in the inner court, Aida said with satisfaction, "Guilty or not guilty?"

"Wait a minute." Charles stood up, "I haven't finished yet."

"What else do you have to say, dirty criminal." Annie sneered.

Charles clenched his fists, his nails dug into the flesh of his palm, trying to look calmer, "You have no right to judge me—it should be said that the British Ministry of Magic has no right to judge me."

"Absurd, the Ministry of Magic has the right to judge Hogwarts students—"

"But not me." Charles looked straight at Mr. Aida, "I'm an American. According to the Code of Merlin and the Common Law of British Wizards, the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic is only valid for British wizards, while foreign wizards should be governed by British wizards. According to the Wizarding Diplomacy Act, I will be sent back to my country of origin to be judged by the country. In the code of the wizarding world in the United States, the Killing Curse is not listed as the only taboo spell. It is completely reasonable and legal for me to use the Killing Curse for self-defense.”

An embarrassing silence, Annie frowned and quickly flipped through various codes, but——he was right.

Mag covered his mouth in surprise, this turning point was really unexpected.Ron finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mr. Chairman." Aida quickly came back to his senses. He couldn't let the evil seeds escape this hurdle, "Dear gentlemen and ladies. My child, wife, and parents all died heroically in that battle. Despicable war."

Everyone looked at him silently.

"What about you? How many of your children, husbands, wives, parents, died under the death curse? Seventy years ago, the handsome and talented Slytherin, who was also born as a Muggle, was all killed by him. Confused, we suffered heavy casualties, what a dark day it was!" He roared loudly, with tears in his eyes, "No one can stop his rise!"

"But now, in the same way, a Muggle-born, handsome, and full of magical talent Slytherin walked in front of us, but fortunately, his evil was exposed in time. As everyone in the blue seat said, even the Dark Lord In its heyday, it might not be possible to kill a mad Hungarian Horntail with the Killing Curse. But this time, do we choose to let it rise again?"

"Ridiculous!" cried McGonagall and Snape simultaneously.

But the sound of the crowd changed their voices, "Kill him!", "Fix this mistake!"

"There must be no next Dark Lord!"

"..." Charles' eyes widened. The Dark Lord was right. He was going to win again. What's even more tragic was that he couldn't tell the truth. The Dementor's Kiss could at least leave a dead body.

The patron saint of smallpox didn't know when it was removed, and hundreds of dementors came straight to Charles.

"Call the guardian!" A few voices recalled that McGonagall, Snape, and Ron all summoned the Patronus, trying to stop the dementors.

"Olsen, for Merlin's sake, are you really going to watch a boy get killed?" Veronica shouted in shock.

The three patron saints can only stop the dementors' footsteps, but there are too many of them, and a few of them are flying down quickly.Charles tried to leave in a panic, but was immediately trapped by an invisible wall. He cursed secretly and looked at his feet. Sure enough, there was an unknown spell engraved on the floor. Similarly, the dementors could not leave this ancient spell painting. into a circle.

When it was over, he closed his eyes in resignation.

"Call God to protect you." A cold and arrogant voice came from the door, and a white peacock with a huge tail quickly condensed and sharply rushed towards the dementor approaching Charles.

Lucius Malfoy walked in slowly. He waved his wand again, and the spell on the floor actually started to move, forming another spell that Charles didn't recognize.The dementors scrambled back to the ceiling as if they were about to be burned.

"Wellwellwell, Aida, look at your disgraceful appearances," he said slowly while holding the snake staff, "I thought the savior was gone."

Aida narrowed her eyes angrily, "Lucius, I thought you were having a headache about the compensation." The appearance of Malfoy represented that Lan Xi's attitude would change greatly, Aida looked at Lan Xi Sure enough, those cowards sat back one by one, and even Annie no longer had any eye contact with him.

"Lucius, this is not something you can decide."

"More people died than anyone else?" Lucius sneered, "Although only one of my family died, my grief is no less than yours, Aida, can I also be like a stupid troll Earn support with tears?"

"So, you mean, the boy should be acquitted?" Olsen's head was shattered, he had no problem with the poor boy, he was just a poor wretch who was dragged out to be a target, " but--"

"It's not supposed to be, it's necessary, Olson." Mars looked sideways at the entrance, "otherwise our friends from afar will be very unhappy."

"Mom!" Charles screamed, throwing himself over the changed spell into Louise's arms.

Louise hugged her son tightly, "It's all right, Charlie, my baby, you've done a great job."

"Damn it, Minister Justin of the U.S. Ministry of Magic." Olsen looked at his rostrum for help, but they obviously didn't have any experience in dealing with the U.S. Department of Magic, and they were all discussing in panicked whispers.

"Long time no see, dear Olsen." Minister Justin is a dark-haired man in his early 30s, with tanned skin and a muscular build, with the latest suits and a sinister Wizenga Mo is in stark contrast.

"Mr. William." Charles wiped his tears and greeted William, and William shook hands with him respectfully. "It was your professor—Miss Bubaji who came here. She has returned to school."

"We will thank Ms. Bubbaji very much." Louise hugged her son and did not want to let go. "As for this stupid Ministry of Magic, Davis and I must investigate to the end."

"—This is a diplomatic accident, everyone." Justin pulled out his wand. His magic power was so powerful that the magic pressure he released even made Aida take a few steps back. Years of diplomatic treaty, you must explain what happened today - the attempted murder of an underage wizard in the United States."

"Can we leave?" Charles cried, buried in his mother's arms.

Louise was so heartbroken that she almost died of anger, "Let's go, we will leave right away and go back to the United States."

Lucius looked at him coldly, and said suddenly, "Finish the deal between us first, Mr. Walker."

☆, choose

Charles was walking in the empty corridor of the school. Why was there no one? Was it because he was in class.He turned his head and looked at the gray sky outside the window, where sparse snowflakes were falling slowly. The stained glass windows of the auditorium in front showed flickering light, and there were faint sounds of sacred music. Is this a Christmas ball? How does Christmas feel like this year? earlier.

He wanted to go into the hall, to their Christmas party, but there was something shiny in the little garden that attracted all his attention.

It was the Patronus Unicorn, standing quietly in the moonlight.

"Hey, are you looking for me?", Is this a dream? He just escaped from the Wizengamot in the last second.

The unicorn's light began to change, it turned into a pile of light dust, and then converged, as if trying to converge into a human shape, but failed, and floated back to a low place to become a unicorn again.

"...Are you human?!" Charles yelled, "Who are you?"

The patron saint ignored him, and walked slowly to the gate of the auditorium. Charles was surprised to see a man and a woman standing outside the door hesitantly, not daring to open the door.

"Are you sure you want to go in, this is your last chance, Abraxas." Eliza Black raised her head coldly, looking at her fiancé without any expression in her eyes.

Malfoy pretentiously took out a silk handkerchief embroidered with gold thread, and wiped the cold sweat off his face, "That's right...Elisa, this is the last chance, you don't even know how powerful he is."

The unicorn stepped forward and gently rubbed against the two.

Eliza smiled lightly, but there was more ridicule and disdain in it, "Is this a glorious beginning, or a sad ruin." But her voice was too small, so small that Abraxas couldn't hear it at all. .

The door opened without warning, and Abraxas and Elisa were gone. It wasn't a school auditorium at all, it was the back garden of his home.

Charles saw himself decorating a Christmas tree with Louise and Davis. They were always extravagant. The Christmas tree was hung with real jewelry. Taking a step back autonomously, my heart was filled with chills.

"Charles" who was arranging the Christmas tree suddenly turned to look at him, his pupils were blood red like a beast, "Do you think you can escape?"

"Back to the United States?" "Charles" smiled, picked up a sharp knife from the barbecue table, turned around and walked step by step behind his parents who were arranging the Christmas tree.

"No——" Charles screamed, but an invisible wall in front of him blocked his way, and he beat the air in vain, but couldn't move forward an ounce.

"Never set foot in England again?" He raised the sharp knife high and stabbed it into Davis's back. The sound of the blade rubbing against the flesh tore through the air.

"Do you think you will win?" Louise screamed, looking desperately at her husband who was covered in blood, "Charles" covered her mouth from behind, put a sharp knife across her neck, and pulled hard.

The blood gradually filled the extravagant Christmas tree, and the blood flowed into the swimming pool, staining the crystal clear water red.

"No, it's me who will win."

Charles' hands trembled violently, and he returned to reality.He took a deep breath, his face was cold and wet.

Louise shook him. "Charlie, are you all right? Mr. William, is he still scared?"

William took out a piece of chocolate knowingly, "It should be the sequelae of encountering chocolate." Louise nodded, took the chocolate and stuffed it into Charles' slightly opened mouth.

Lucius rolled his eyes impatiently, "It's really troublesome."

"Mother, I need to talk to Mr. Malfoy alone." Charles tremblingly grabbed Louise's ironed suit skirt, "A few minutes, soon."

Louise frowned, but agreed anyway.

"This way." Lucius led the way, randomly found an empty office, and locked the door after Charles entered.

"Can we talk now?" Lucius pulled a chair casually, his patience was going to be worn out, he wanted to see what kind of trick this boring Muggle boy was up to, if he was just playing him, he would It will definitely make his family die a miserable, miserable death.

Charles stuffed all the chocolate that Mr. William gave into his mouth, and he felt much better. "Before I tell this secret, I ask for an unbreakable oath."

"...You can go now." Lucius stood up with a dark face.

"Please, Mr. Malfoy." Charles said weakly, "If you don't trust me, you can use Mr. William as a witness."

"Why should I trust a Mudblood, and a crook upstart from America?" Lucius was angry, "Do you know what you're asking for, an unbreakable oath!" He gritted through his teeth discourse.

"It's worth it." Charles sighed, he stood up, and opened the door a crack, "Mr. William, may I trouble you?"

"Oh, no problem!" William said pleasantly, Mrs. Walker went to deal with the mess with Minister Justin, and he was the only one left watching the wind outside the door bored.

Lucius stared at them hatefully, staring at William's hairs all over.

"We need a witness to complete the unbreakable oath." Charles said to William.

"...No, your parents will complain until the day I die." William refused without thinking.

"If you don't agree, it will be me who complains that even if you go to the grave, you won't let your child go."

"..." William closed his eyes in pain, and he didn't know when he had already taken out his wand.

The palms of the two were clasped tightly, and William was sullen, but still placed his wand on top of the clasped hands as required.

"This is a secret, you can't tell anyone in any form," Charles said.

Lucius said in a deep voice, "I am willing."

"You can't interfere with everything in any way until I agree."

"...I do." Lucius gritted his teeth.

"Until I agree, all you can do is watch from afar," Charles said sadly. "I'm sorry, Mr. Malfoy, but I'm such a terribly selfish person."

Lucius didn't speak for a long time, and the fire snake that emerged from the tip of William's wand tightly entwined their hands, and he couldn't turn his head back.Lucius closed his eyes and said reluctantly, "I do."

The fiery snake slowly extinguished, leaving shallow marks on their hands.

"now, speak"

Charles sat silently in the back seat of the car, listening to Louise and Davis discussing his expulsion from the front seat.

"...I mentioned to Headmaster McGonagall about letting Charles drop out of school, but she firmly disagreed..."

"...It's too dangerous, how many accidents Charles has had since he attended that school, I contacted the school director of Eton..."

"Why don't you go back to the United States directly, it will be convenient to go to Massachusetts..."

The gushing blood, the bloody hymn of Christmas Eve—

Charles spoke suddenly, "I won't quit school."

"What?" Davis glanced anxiously at him in the rearview mirror, "but, honey..."

"I can handle it." Charles said quickly, "Really, I want to stay." After speaking, he pulled up the hood and covered his head firmly.

The car drove all the way and soon returned to Hyde Park.

Ashley, who saw his car from the window sill of the room, quickly went downstairs to open the door, and stood on the stairs to greet them, "What happened?" He exchanged cheek kisses with his sister, "Charles? Aren't you in school?" ?”

"longstory" Charles hugged him too, looking out of the corner of his eye at the old Mr. Malfoy, stiff as a sculpture, across the road.

Lucius stood in a daze behind the exaggerated flower bed of someone's villa. He was really old, like a 1000 yuan stone piled up in his throat, unable to shout or swallow.

"Draco Malfoy is still alive." He remembered the emerald green eyes of the Muggle boy, and his expression was serious and sincere.

But how is it possible.

Everyone knew that Draco Malfoy was completely dead, not even a whole body. They all said that the young and fresh body of little Malfoy had been eaten up by the mermaids long ago.

"Go to this address, and you'll see him." The nasty kid asked William to take out a pen and paper, and write down a string of addresses.

Malfoy never believed this kind of nonsense, after taking over the address, he stayed in that empty office for a long time, he listened to the noise outside, Minister Justin almost had a duel with the ignorant prosecutor's office, Mrs. Walker's harsh condemnation, and the voices of Lan Xi's group of idiots looking for him.

He should have stood up and walked out as if nothing had happened, but—this was not an easy task, at least, at that time, he really couldn't do it.

Malfoy, of course