[hp] stay out of it

When Malfoy woke up again, he didn't come back to his senses for a long time. He stared blankly at White, thinking he was still in school: "How did you pass the stone wall of Slytherin?"

White looked Malfoy up and down, did the spell just now have the side effect of amnesia?

After a few more seconds, Malfoy finally woke up completely. Looking around, he was no longer in his home. The stars were shining outside the window. He turned over and got up, touching his wand at his waist, looking at his expression to tell himself All the jinxes were cast on White.

White tilted his head, raised a wand—Malfoy's, and glanced out the window, then looked Malfoy in the eyes and said, "Calm down! Do you still want a Body Binding Charm?"

Malfoy stopped moving, stood there and said coldly: "If you think it's fun to tease me..."

"I'm not teasing you," White grinned helplessly, "sit down first."

Malfoy sat down resentfully.

White pinched the bridge of his nose: "It's like this, I work part-time in Diagon Alley... yes, that's right, to earn tuition fees... When I was free, I went around the Muggle land and met three people in the suburbs. Unidentified wizards - the gang that stunned you in the study - didn't run away, they got caught, they took me, uh, to the house where my mother died... I found my mother left me They also help.

"Of course," White shrugged, "I wouldn't let them take it, and then I'd run away..."

"Then you ran to my room? How did you do that?" Malfoy asked the question before he was knocked out, "And that... that book was given to me! You are in that book Are you doing anything?"

White's face was a little gloomy: "That's a special kind of door key...It's just the opposite of a common door key. You know, a normal door key, you hold it, and then it takes you to a designated place. And that This book, it's a portkey, the difference is that I'll appear in its place after it's activated, no matter where the portkey is... It's kind of like a missile that locks on to a moving target - well, I know, you don't know what a missile is .”

Malfoy narrowed his eyes: "So, you already thought of using my house as a refuge in the first grade?"

White spread his hands: "I don't know how to make this portkey with the opposite function-this is a spell that the French Wizards Association stipulates to keep secret. I almost died at the time, and suddenly I remembered the spell that activated the portkey... If you don't mention it I don’t even know what in your house has become my door key for that book.”

Malfoy's expression was a little cold, as if he believed that White was a wily psycho who was ready to take advantage of everyone from the beginning.

"It's true," White said, waving his wand and opening the window to allow the owl with the newspaper to fly in. "I don't know how to use this spell at all... the only explanation is that I was under my mother's Imperius Curse." I have successfully cast this kind of spell, so... I am also very good at casting other spells, which should be the reason."

The amount of information White revealed was a bit large, which made Malfoy stunned for a moment, a little curious, but out of politeness, Malfoy didn't get to the bottom of it: "Well, I'm sorry."

White glanced at the headline and said absently: "Nothing—you didn't ask what happened after you lost consciousness in the study just now?"

At this time, another owl flew in. Before Malfoy could really ask, White untied the newspaper and said, "Chasing after you, cursing the wrong person, trying to silence you, and then I escaped with you, or the same door The spell of the key."

Malfoy folded his arms, ignoring White's self-questioning.

White glanced at the headline of the "Daily Prophet" as usual, and then immediately handed it to Malfoy, "The photo is not bad."

"Malfoy Manor was invaded, the child was taken captive, and his life and death are unknown"

Attached is a recent photo of Malfoy, noble, proud, indifferent, elegant... It can be said to be a representative photo of pure blood.

"Even the Quidditch World Cup has been squeezed down," White added. "For some reason, your father has concluded that the gang came from France, and they're speaking harsh words in the International Liaison Division."

Subtitle: "His father identified the gangster as coming from France and threatened to pay the price."

Malfoy glanced at the text, and realized that his parents, who had always been slow and in control, were extremely anxious at home... Knowing the other side of their parents, or in this way, Malfoy didn't know how he felt.He slammed the paper on the floor and was about to point out that White was responsible for all these troubles, when, annoyingly, there was no mention of White in the news.

"I was successful in removing the marks I left behind," White explained, and then said solemnly, seeing that Malfoy seemed to want to jump up and go home, he added a few more words, "I will take responsibility for you Yes, but I need to catch up on sleep first, and we will go back together tomorrow morning."

"It's you they're after. I can go alone." Malfoy heard that he seemed to be no longer in London, but he didn't care, and instead offered to go back alone.

"They probably think we're on the same team. You can't take that chance."

"Merlin, why on earth are they hunting you down?" Malfoy yelled hysterically in a panic.

"That's a good question," White said appreciatively, "but I remember telling you it was because I ran away with what they found at my house—if they had gotten that box, I'd probably have They were//killed. As for their names, why they took something left by my mother, and what it was, I don’t know anything—Merlin’s beard,” White said, also a little depressed, “ If they hadn't escorted me there and found something, I wouldn't even have known she had left something behind." After speaking, she rolled her eyes, as if recalling something.

"Hey," Malfoy suddenly thought of something, and said excitedly, "We can go back to my study with that magic—your magic that suddenly appeared in my study."

White ruthlessly broke his hope, picked up the newspaper and read: "The newspaper said, 'Mr. Malfoy found a book that was turned into a portkey in the study... the function is somewhat different from the well-known portkey, and the book found in the study The special portkey charm is what French wizards are good at. Is Mr. Malfoy judging the identity of the comer from this? In any case, he said that he has repaired the defensive spell of Malfoy Manor-especially against the French. The stealth magic...'—that is, we can't go back through that magic."

Malfoy, deflated at the long list of quotes, leaned against the fireplace and said, "You're welcome."

White didn't stop pestering him, and suddenly said, "You forgot to ask."

"Ask what?" Malfoy asked angrily.

"Ask the first question a normal person would ask when waking up and finding himself somewhere else: where is this?" He held up the first newspaper to show Malfoy, which was all in French: "This is I ordered it from the nearest post office - this crappy house is in France: we're in the enemy's den, Draco."

"Don't call me by my name," Malfoy said, leaning against the dusty fireplace, not caring that he was already in another country, scooping up a newspaper on the floor and smashing it at White, "and, they're yours The enemy, not mine."