[HP] Return late

Wiltshire in daylight saving time, the sky is still bright at seven o'clock in the evening.The buildings of Malfoy Manor looked solemn and quiet in the sunlight.

The moment Harry stepped onto the steps of the main foyer, the heavy poplar wood door was slowly opened, and the sunlight shone into the clean and tidy foyer, covered with carpets woven with gold threads and those murals that were still as new as they had been baptized by time.

Draco once told him in a conversation that there is a long corridor in the manor that is used to hang portraits of the owners of the past generations.Link the living room and the family exhibition hall behind.

Death is not the end in the wizarding world. Harry has seen too many examples, portraits, the ghosts of Hogwarts, Lucius who appears every night with Muffdette, and the fifth-grade German Raco.

Maybe there is another way to bring him to him.

Harry stopped in the living room, with the door of the dining room open, and he could see the layout of the entire room at a glance.

Dinner is ready on the long table in the restaurant, exuding the unique aroma of food, the silver plate and various knives and forks lined up in front of the main seat are shining, and the clear crystal cup is also poured with a wake-up drink. Wine, and in the dessert dish, there was only a very modest ring for all these ornate arrangements.

It must be a dream.

Like the latest hot dream from Weasley's joke shop.It looked like someone had tidied up the manor meticulously, prepared food, and waited for him to have a sweet candlelight dinner when he came home from get off work.

Just in a daze, Harry, who had seen too many black magic tricks, took out his wand, and released all kinds of cracking spells one by one.

However, everything in front of him still existed, and he was suddenly hit by some kind of thought, panic or ecstasy, accompanied by cautiousness and restlessness.

He walked to the main seat, and used the floating spell to place the ring in front of his eyes for a closer look.

The ring is made of mithril, and the ring face is inlaid with crystal clear emeralds. The polishing process is very delicate. Through the gems, one can clearly see the Malfoy family crest engraved on the bottom of the ring face—and the small floral letters D&H below. .

This is impossible.

"Oh." Harry couldn't help but chuckle self-deprecatingly.

Malfoy Manor used to be Voldemort's headquarters for so long during the war, not to mention the dilapidation caused during the suppression, just the black magic creatures that were cultivated or the curse traps hidden around, all of which made the improvised establishment at that time The Ministry of Magic has a headache, and there is no extra manpower to clean up these.

So their choice was to seal up the manor directly, and let Harry Potter, the partner of Malfoy's current owner, come to sign for it after everything was on the right track in the Ministry of Magic.

At that time, Harry didn't have time to sort out these messy things, let alone let Narcissa bring the children to live in.

So, it shouldn't be what it is now.

Harry thought it was at least worse than Black's old house back then.

Everything in front of me is real, the smell of food, the warmth of the sun through the window, and the feeling of the Ministry of Magic's hard-soled leather boots stepping on the thick wool carpet.

This feeling of confusion and not knowing what to do hadn't appeared in Harry for a long time.A part of him is willing to accept or rejoice that all this is true, while he, who has been repeatedly baptized by fighting and politics, is questioning it.

Who did it all.

Who can sneak in here without triggering the magic of the manor.

He didn't even believe in the safety of the manor. Lucius' lost patriarchal ring was still an unsolved mystery until now.

Voldemort took it, and it was never in anyone's memory.

Putting the ring back on the plate, Harry slowly exited the restaurant and walked towards the gallery of portraits.

And the wand, which he hadn't used for many years, was tightly held in his hand.

There was no portrait of Draco in the corridor, not even Lucius'.

Standing among the portraits of blonde hair and gray eyes with the same expression, Harry was suddenly at a loss.

"If you want to find the master, go to the master bedroom on the right." The last portrait said coldly, Harry thanked him, and then saw his name under the portrait.

abra sax malfoy

One of the Volpes Knights, later Death Eaters.In the most glorious era of Voldemort, he died of dragon plague and syphilis.

In the days when the Auror Office was emptied, Harry had gone through all the case files over the centuries.

He must be lying.

Harry said to himself in his mind.

If what the portrait said was true, if Draco was really in the manor, then why did he search for it for five years without a clue?Why didn't you tell him the truth?He will tear his heart out for everything that happened to him, but he won't let him go.So what else do they have that they cannot face together?

Complicated thoughts assaulted his brain, and he could hardly control his caution, wanting to run, or apparate.

Draco's master bedroom in the right wing.

Regardless of whether the news was true or not, even if it was a trap, as long as there was even the slightest possibility, Harry would go all out to find it.

For what I lost.

But I will not give up my life.

Draco, five years ago I thought that if you left me, I would die with you.

But now I understand that I love you, but I will not give up my life for you.

I will live, with all the life I should have.

And never let you go, from my life, from my soul.

Ineverlet you go.

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