[hp] stay out of it

During the holidays at the end of the third year, Malfoy enjoyed the holidays in his small palace-like home.His own study room was filled with all kinds of hardcover books related to magic education, and the titles on the spines of the books could hardly be seen clearly on the top two shelves because of the angle.Narcissa Malfoy never bothered to choose books, and lazily ticked off every "fine-frame book set" at the post office with her European quill pen designer's exclusive works-she had no shortage of them anyway. That little money!

Even so, the three-walled summer vacation in Draco Malfoy's study was just filled with a set of "Details of Pure-Blood Easter Etiquette" on Easter the year before last.

Draco Malfoy was now facing his homework, lazily twirling his quill, not thinking about his studies at all.There was an obvious wave of magic behind him. Malfoy turned his head in doubt, followed the light to open the large cabinet at the bottom of the bookshelf, and found a gray flat box leaking out of a pile of beautifully wrapped presents from his classmates. glowing.

Malfoy immediately remembered who had sent the box—an odd guy who seemed absent-minded all day long, and only liked to calculate thanks on paper.When I was in the first grade, because I read the magic book in White's hand, I woke up from the nightmare of blood and corpses all over the place for several nights, and then I received these few books.

"How to deal with nightmares after witnessing black magic", "Fear of black magic - you are not the only one", "The world is better than you think"... What a joke, this is simply looking down on Malfoy's ability to bear.

Malfoy, who refused to look through those books, could not do without the realistic smell of dead bodies, murder scenes, and dismemberment scenes in his dreams, and it was not until more than a month later that these things gradually faded with the passage of time.

Look, none of this is a big deal.He can easily handle it himself, without these stupid chicken soup for the soul.That's what Malfoy thought at the time, and he forgot to throw these books into the trash can for a while in a happy and smug mood, but instead brought them back with a lot of things that needed to be packed.And it was Dobby who was responsible for sorting out the things Malfoy brought back when he returned home-at that time, Dobby hadn't been liberated by that stupid Potter-so that Malfoy now knows that the box was not thrown away, but Put it in this place of your own home.

He grabbed the box and stood up, ready to take it away and throw it away with a look of disgust.He turned around, only to realize that a guy covered in blood had appeared in his study at some point.

"White!" Malfoy subconsciously took a step back and bumped against the bookshelf, then recognized the man, and said sharply, "How did you get in..." After he saw White's situation clearly, he shut his mouth at once.

Vincent White was very embarrassed, and lost his usual indifferent attitude. At this moment, he was covering the side of his neck with his left hand, and blood was flowing from his hand, while the other hand was trembling and hanging by his side, holding the wand and a watch It looks like a very beautiful crystal box - it looks like it should belong to some high-end people's showcase and be placed safely on it, not in the hands of a guy covered in blood.

Malfoy was splashed in the face by the blood donation that appeared with him, subconsciously took two steps back, his face looked more panicked and pale than Vincent.

White grinned at him, pointed his right hand laboriously to his neck, and motioned for Malfoy to help.

Malfoy leaned back on the desk, his voice trembling: "What...what, what to do." He has not experienced any big storms. Compared with Harry, who has a "colorful" life and experiences a life-and-death crisis once a year, he Returning food was terrible, Draco Malfoy looked extremely at a loss when facing a classmate who suddenly appeared at his home and seemed to be dead.

White rolled his eyes at Malfoy—not the kind of eyes that are about to die, but the kind full of contempt and helplessness, but it is obvious that if he does not get treatment, he is not far from the first kind of rolling eyes up.

Malfoy subconsciously wanted to call his father for help, but was stopped by White's weak look. He looked around helplessly, and then quickly pulled out a copy of "Emergency Treatment of Common Magical Injuries (Youth Edition)" from the bookshelf, and threw it on the floor. Look at it, then turn to the table of contents, and hurriedly look for the trauma column.

When he found a spell that didn't know if it was useful or not, he followed the relevant pronunciation and paused and recited it several times silently. When he looked up, White, who couldn't speak just now, had already wrapped a strong hemostatic bandage around his neck. Sitting in a pool of blood panting.

Seeing Malfoy looking up, White imitated Malfoy and said in a long-drawn tone, pretending to be: "Ah, Malfoy, if you are counting on your slow and light actions, I will be dead before I find the spell."

Malfoy froze for a moment, then put aside the wizard's first aid in his hand, put up his usual noble airs, stared at White Hui and replied: "Okay, White, you broke into our house illegally, it's enough for you Put a curse on..."

"It's useless to threaten me," White interrupted Malfoy. He was still a little out of strength and his magic power was exhausted. His voice was hoarse and low, "You..."

White stopped talking, because there were footsteps in the corridor at this time, and then, the door of this room was knocked lightly, "Draco, what are you doing in there? What happened just now?" It was Lucius' voice.

Malfoy stood up subconsciously, and took a few steps towards the door: "Oh, oh. It's nothing." He looked back at White - he was sitting on the ground with his head held up and knocked on Malfoy in a relaxed way, a little bit about Malfoy letting Lucius Come in with no worries.But in theory, he should have this kind of worry. After all, the parents of these two people (although White did not admit it), the two factions with opposing scores, it is better not to meet if they can not meet.

For some unknown reason, Draco himself didn't want Lucius to know that there was a classmate in his study who broke in without permission, so he added: "It's nothing. I just received a prank gift package... …there was blood all over the place.”

Lucius seemed to curl his lips outside: "The person who can give this kind of sensational goods has no taste... No wonder I smell a bloody smell."

Draco glanced at White again, he muttered something, and the blood on the ground flowed into his wand in an orderly manner, Draco curled his lips, and added: "It's okay, I know clean How to cast the spell."

"You try it yourself, if you can't clean it, we can find a wizard who specializes in repairing ancient wooden furniture." Lucius turned and left, and the sound of footsteps gradually faded away.

"Okay, tell me now, how did you get in here?" Draco turned around when Lucius' footsteps disappeared completely, and he couldn't help but notice the box in Vincent's hand before he began to realize Up to now, this scene is very similar to this guy who stole the box from some noble family, and then he was injured by someone's curse. He calmed down and gradually recovered his condescending attitude, "Sneaky guys are not welcome in our family... "

A spell came in through the open window, and concentrated on Draco, who was standing dazzlingly in the middle of the study, and he fell limply without humming.

Seeing this, Vincent White quickly chanted a few spells, and the figure disappeared into the air. Then, three wizards, two male and one female, jumped in lightly from the window. They looked at each other, and the female wizard raised her wand and took a step forward. Preparing to cast a spell to the only person in the room who seemed to be there, Malfoy, who was passed out.

What the three people present did not expect was that the figure of the blond boy who looked vulnerable in front of him suddenly faded, and completely disappeared in front of them before the three could react.

"This trick again?" The female wizard looked a little ugly, glared at the floor where Malfoy disappeared, chanted a spell, and then became even more unhappy, "He has mastered the trick of not being tracked—the speed of comprehension is also Too fast! Now, even if he brings an extra guy, we don't have much chance of finding someone."

A follower asked, "Then what shall we do?"

The witch glanced at the house, and could only say, "Let's go back to her old house." There were three more bangs, and she and the two wizards also Apparated and disappeared.

The author has something to say:

I flipped through the book, and it didn't seem to mention that before Voldemort lived in the Malfoy house in the seventh year, whether the house could be manifested or transferred at will. Large and tall buildings like Gwartz and Gringotts have decorations, so the setting here is that the Malfoy family can apparate in the current peaceful social environment.If there is any discrepancy between this setting and the original book, please point it out, and I will revise the content again.