[hp] stay out of it

It was agreed to be on duty in shifts, and when I fell asleep, it was Malfoy's turn to fall asleep.I sat for a while, feeling a little stuffy, so I walked out of the box, opened a window to get some air, and got a new newspaper from the owl who was so conspicuous in chasing the Muggle train.

So far, even though the news about the attack on the Malfoy Manor has been raging in the newspapers, and various exclusive news have been published in the tabloids, I, who was implicated in Malfoy as the "culprit" in a certain sense, still haven't surfaced.

At this moment, the "culprit" is worried about his own safety.

Not only because of the three Frenchmen of unknown origin, but more importantly, I disrupted the story here, things that should not have happened happened one after another, and Draco Malfoy was even thrown by an escape curse by me. France, and he was supposed to be at the estate looking forward to the Quidditch World Cup.

I don't dare to use my life to try to what extent the order here can tolerate me modifying the story.With this in mind, I have chosen to pass the news on to Oro Hobion, Benelli's mother, who more or less knew of my penchant for eccentricities that were out of sight.That way, if possible, no one will know that I played a major role from start to finish when things work out perfectly.

And so I feel a little sorry for Malfoy: if I had chosen to inform the authorities - whether it was the Ministry of Magic or his father, there would be a swarm of people now, and Master Malfoy would never lose a hair.

To my surprise, Malfoy had no problem with this method of doing things.His behavior made my apology double. Anyway, I chose the latter between the punishment modification of order and the three Frenchmen. In short, Malfoy and I faced the three Frenchmen in a low-key manner. Frenchman, this increases the risk, but it can ensure that I, who should not have appeared from the beginning to the end, will not be corrected by the order.

I thought of several ways to save Malfoy's life, and my tormented conscience, by making sure they weren't too focused on killing Malfoy when pursued.I walked slowly back to the box, put the newspaper under my arm, and was about to open the door, but suddenly I felt something was wrong.

As soon as I took out my wand, the box door opened slowly by itself, and a familiar female voice came from inside: "Vincent, what are you doing standing at the door, come in quickly."

asshole……

I cursed silently, stepped into the box, and the door closed behind me and clicked into place.A wizard handed over Malfoy's wand, and held the flustered Malfoy to stand by the window.When Malfoy saw me coming in, he couldn't help but struggled a bit, and was held down by the wizard.The woman who spoke was sitting on the upper bunk of my bunk. When she saw me walking in, she crossed her legs and smiled at me condescendingly: "After so many days of dealing with each other, I still don't know your name."

One person is missing.A big wizard is not here.

I didn't think much about it, and I didn't bother to fight with the witch, so I told her my name.

She clicked her tongue: "White..." She didn't say much, and reported her name: "I am Vicky Boyle...Exchanging names is the first step in equal cooperation...Ah, you were looking for Suo just now. Is that big guy in Sol? He's not here. Sol was too careless to be dealt with by the little boy's angry father."

Malfoy moved slightly, with pride and worry in his eyes.

The witch didn't seem to be angry at the loss of a subordinate, but smiled at Malfoy: "It's okay, your father wasn't hurt at all..." She changed the subject, and her smile became more cordial: "However, you don't have to gone."

I stared at this self-important witch - sitting quite high.When looking for things in White's old house, she was the most excited among the three people about what might be left in White's house, and she always expressed a strong possessive desire, while the other two wizards showed less obvious emotions. Guess that thing—that is, the gem in my hand, only the witch is qualified to covet it.

"He'll be fine." I said coldly.

The witch turned to stare at me, but didn't answer: "Can we have a good talk now?"

"I've never had any objections," I mocked. "If I hadn't been busy looking for things for you at first, and then running for your life, I think I would definitely find time to have a good talk with you."

She chuckled, not showing weakness at all: "If you ran away without grabbing something, you wouldn't have to run for your life. Now it has spread to your friends in vain—after so much trouble, you still have to give it to me."

I was silent for a while, snapped my fingers, and the black stone fell into my palm: "No problem. I'll give it to you."

Vicky Boyle didn't seem to think that I agreed so simply, but was taken aback for a moment.While playing with this bright and beautiful gemstone, I asked, "Do you know the status of the surname Malfoy in the British wizarding world?"

Boyle's eyes became very eager when he saw the stone, but this did not hinder her high-speed brain, she quickly understood what I meant: "Don't worry, we didn't expect to run into the Malfoy family by such a coincidence when we first started." My young master... as long as you give it to us, we won't have any problems with the Malfoy family." She rolled her eyes and suddenly asked, "Are you nervous about him?"

Without blinking my eyes, I began to think about how to escape for a while: "I was the one who caused him trouble in the beginning, but now I must first ensure his safety."

Boyle, who was sitting tall, was very interested. Knowing that the gem would not be lost for a while, he was not in a hurry to ask for it: "Why don't you ask what we plan to do with you?"

No matter what you plan to do, I plan to escape anyway... I ignored her question and asked her to promise not to hurt Malfoy again.Malfoy's face became complicated when he heard our conversation. With our stiff and unfamiliar relationship (plus this time, we have only dealt with each other three times in three years, and the results of the first two times were unhappy), Of course he wouldn't struggle to yell "You go first! Leave me alone!" or something like that.Instead, he suddenly put on airs and held his head high and said, "I don't need your help!" He gave me a vicious look, as if I could really leave him alone and run away through the door.

Boyle smiled, and she said, "Our hostages are also worried about you." While stroking her wand, she found a more comfortable position to lean against on the upper bunk: "Anything that involves hostages and objects, hostages There are always many things to consider when dealing with hostages. You want to get what the other party has, but you usually don’t want to give it to yourself, and you also have to beware of the other party’s cheating... In the situation here, Vincent worked very hard. , I have arranged for my companions properly, and I have to consider running for my own life..."

I frowned, annoyed at her calling me by my first name.

She leaned down slightly, and said softly, "Vincent, if your mother knew that you fought so hard for a pure-blooded wizard from a foreign country, she would probably tremble with anger."

I ignored what she said, and frowned and said, "What my mother thinks has nothing to do with you. You made an unbreakable vow, and I will give it to you."

"The unbreakable ritual is too complicated." Boyle declined.

"Then what do you want to do?" The wizard's wand had been pressed against Malfoy's neck, and I felt a little impatient with a hostage in the other's hands.

She seemed too lazy to procrastinate with me, and suddenly smiled contemptuously: "Impatient? I'm curious, why do you think you can bargain with us? Because you know the magic of the portkey, so even if you are trapped by me, you can Can you run away with your stuff in time? Good news for you, this box is immune to that magic before you come in - if you know not to carry things with you, but find a place to hide them, I still I'll look up to you a bit..."

I turned my hand holding the wand, and the wand touched the stone, and I smiled: "I'm also curious, why do you talk so much nonsense with a 15-year-old kid... But, you can point the wand Others, can't I point my wand at something?"

Boyle's face froze, a little nervous, but he forced a smile: "If you want to threaten me, at least point your wand at all the stones at the same time. And, you don't..."

While Boyle was talking, I suddenly felt hot on one of my cufflinks—a Christmas message that Dench and Benelli made when they were bored.There are almost no magic fluctuations, and the use time can reach hundreds of years. The disadvantage is that it can only use high temperature to send out signals, and it takes half a day to cool down. There is no way to convey the message except that it can express "I have important information to remind you". Anything specific is pretty tasteless.

Now, when I was still three or four hours away from London, my cufflinks suddenly became hot. I was wondering if they had something to pass on to me, when I heard Boyle say "all the stones".

"What all?" I froze for a moment, then subconsciously said, "I only have one here."

"What?" Boyle's voice was taken aback, "How can there be only one... Impossible!" She glanced at me frantically, and found that I didn't look like I was lying to her. Slowly calmed down, "I shouldn't be surprised, after all, it's Helen... what can't she do? Forget it. Anyway, it's not much difference between one and two yuan, but you have to be careful-this thing is broken, It’s not enough to pay for both of your lives.” She tried her best to be nonchalant, but in the end she couldn’t help but warn me not to destroy that thing—it seems that this black gem is really important to them.

I squinted my eyes, caught the name she just said, and felt a little premonition in my heart: "Wait, you said Helen... who is she?"

Vicky Boyle was stunned for a moment, and then burst out laughing. Obviously, she felt that it was ridiculous for me to ask this question. While paying attention to the wand and black gem in my hand, she teased: "Helen, Helen Boyle, the crazy woman who shocked the French magic world 17 years ago. But her own son doesn't know her name."

Helen Boyle?

Malfoy and I were startled, looked at each other, and saw the disbelief in each other's eyes.Then we looked at the black gemstone in our hands in disbelief—the mysterious thing that put us in danger at this time: "So, this black gemstone is porcelain stone?"

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