HP If I Never Been to Rock House [Abraxas Malfoy]

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"The professor has his own discretion." The man obviously didn't want to say more.Such a characteristic cautious tone made Abraxas immediately think of Dumbledore's lion cub, Alastor Moody.

"Hey, there are no outsiders now. Can't you tell me something inside?"

"Then let me test you, little Arthur." Moody was obviously also interested. "Guess what bezoar, mugwort and Barber tuber can do together?"

"Poison, did you learn herbs for nothing?" Weasley muttered.

"Otherwise," Moody retorted somewhat proudly, "just mix them together according to the ratio of 7, 1, and 6, and you can..."

But before Abraxas heard the following, the white light in front of him suddenly became very faint, and the dark clouds wandering in the sky once again took over the blue-black sky.The glass door of the hut was pushed open with a creak, and Abraxas saw the girl's thin face as soon as he turned his head.

"I thought you left." Abraxas suddenly discovered that no matter when and where, the girl's words always reveal a kind of proud style.

"No." He walked up to Matilda, took her little hand and promised earnestly.

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Voldemort has always been an early riser, since he founded the Walpurgis Knights, sleeping three or four hours a day is even more normal.But being sober does not mean that he is allowed to be disturbed. No, before he finished eating the scrambled eggs with butter, a blond peacock with short eyes walked towards Gaunt's old house.Frowning, Voldemort quickly applied a hallucinogenic spell to the exterior of the old house, and then reinserted the spoon into the egg bowl.

"Tom has a good appetite today." Nagini glanced at Abraxas' embarrassment from the corner of his eye, and hissed.

"Yeah." Voldemort replied absently, adding a bowl of cream of mushroom soup.

"Abu is also Tom's former friend, so it's okay to let him in." Seeing that his master was in a good mood, Nagini continued to persuade.

Abu?Voldemort was furious when he heard the name, he dropped the teacup on the small broken wooden table with all his strength, a red light flashed in his eyes, "Nagini, listen carefully, if I say to him 'really As expected of my good classmate', you kill him immediately."

Nagini lowered his eyelids and nodded sympathetically.It used to think that the Slytherins were too hypocritical, but now it thinks that people's hearts are the greatest kindness in the world.At this moment, the air around the hut suddenly froze, and Malfoy walked in with his standard aristocratic style.

"Master." The man knelt down carefully, "I brought the latest news about the German prisoners." Nagini quietly crawled beside the man, and to his surprise, this nobleman was not as greasy as before. He is in good condition, with two black eye bags hanging on his haggard cheeks.Fortunately, the master did not intend to get angry, and the two began to plan for the future situation.

As a snake, Nagini is not interested in those boring politics at all, but he has nothing to do with himself, so he might as well go to the grass nest upstairs to sleep for a while.But before it took a few steps, the master's white porcelain bowl shattered into powder.Nagini immediately stopped in his tracks, trying to straighten the inner ear on his chin, for fear of missing a word from his master.But it was a little boa constrictor who couldn't figure out what the snake's ancestor was thinking. The master just gave Malfoy a few words and told the big golden peacock to leave.

"What is he doing here? Tom." Nagini asked curiously as soon as Malfoy left.

"He just brought a very important piece of news that can break Dumbledore's magic," the master's tone was still as flat as before.

"Then why are you angry?" Nagini was a little confused at this moment.

"He wanted me to intercede with Grindelwald, just for that Matilda of the Black family," Voldemort rarely showed a slight smile on his perennially gloomy face, "I refused."

"Why? Tom. Isn't that girl's soul an important sacrifice?" Nagini continued to ask, licking his master's arm coquettishly.

"I can't make Grindelwald suspicious, so I can't talk about it." Voldemort explained patiently, "He Malfoy not only found a breakthrough in the curse, but also gave his heart to that stupid girl. So he himself It is most appropriate to ask Grindelwald."

Muggle streets are always bustling in the early morning.For the first time in his life, Abraxas bought fish and chips from a roadside stand, and followed the passing crowd into the Ministry of Magic elevator.Although the Dark Lord rejected his request, he still set the banquet with Grindelwald in the restaurant under Malfoy's enterprise.Although he didn't know why the Dark Lord was so evasive, the child finally had hope of living.Thinking of this, he took a bite of French fries, and the aroma filled the entire elevator.

"Isn't this Senior Malfoy?" Abraxas turned around and found the Weasley kid looking at him with a playful smile. "Occasionally taste the food of our poor people?"

"Take care of your dark circles first, young people don't stay up late." Abraxas joked meaningfully.

Before Arthur could reply, the stern-faced Orion next to him took up the conversation, "Alphad will be back next week."

"The ninth floor is here." The mechanical female voice said indifferently.

Abraxas turned and walked off the elevator, the sigh in his throat drowning in the dark corridors of the Department of Mysteries.

The next day

At the entrance of Merlin Twelve Hotel, Abraxas waited nervously for Grindelwald's arrival.This is the first time he has dealt with Grindelwald head-on. Although the chance of success is less than 5%, he must try.Five minutes before the appointed time, Grindelwald appeared at the alley on the side of the street on time.The world-renowned Dark Lord seemed to be different from the outside rumors. He was wearing a black military uniform, and the gray hair on his head made him stand out in the bustling streets.

Abraxas greeted him quickly, and said politely, "Good evening, sir, this way please."

Grindelwald was not in a hurry to answer, he squinted his eyes and looked at the crowd around him leisurely, with an indifferent expression on his face.

"Are you walking?" Abraxas asked carefully, leaning slightly.

"Yeah," Grindelwald smiled heartily. He pointed to the black leather boots under his feet. "When you get old, you should exercise more."

Abraxas forced the corners of his mouth to curl up, and he was horrified to find that this was the sound from the Pig's Head Bar that day.Grindelwald didn't care about the abnormality of the little guy beside him, he walked directly past Malfoy towards the main hall.

"Master, can the food be served now?" Lockhart didn't know when he got out of the kitchen.

"Serve the aperitif first." Abraxas urged.

"That old man just now was the German Dark Lord?" Lockhart asked a little curiously, "It seems kind."

The corner of Abraxas's mouth twitched, but he didn't say anything.

The lights on the statue at the intersection began to light up one after another, and the bright red telephone booth was painted with a blurred color by the night.It has been more than two hours since Grindelwald's appointment. I don't know if the child can stand it now.Abraxas rubbed his palms over and over again, the scars from his last mission were still clearly visible on his knuckles.

"Master seems to have a good conversation with that old man." Lockhart, who had just finished his work, sat down next to Abraxas, leaning against the door panel and stretching vigorously.

"You still dare to eavesdrop?" Abraxas sneered.

"How dare I?" Lockhart took out a Honey Fizz from his apron and mumbled, "The house-elf said it."

Tom has always done a good job of superficiality, and Abraxas has been a classmate for seven years, and Abraxas has long seen it. "How many dishes are still not served?"

"If you go home, the only thing missing is pudding." Lockhart rubbed his eyes and stood up.

"I'm going to serve the pudding." Abraxas said succinctly, and he quickly walked to the kitchen, leaving Lockhart in place with a shocked expression on his face. "Merlin, this old Malfoy is really not afraid of death."

As Lockhart said, when Abraxas pushed the dining cart into the private room, the two-time Dark Lords were talking happily.Seeing Malfoy walking in boldly, Voldemort immediately gave him a warning look.

"It doesn't matter," Grindelwald patted Voldemort's arm, "I heard that you are the wizard who broke Dumbledore's spell?"

That's what Tom had told him?

Abraxas hesitated for a moment, then replied humbly, "This junior is just trying to do his job well."

Grindelwald smiled, turned his head to Voldemort and said, "Young talent."

"The old man is awsome." Abraxas knelt down on one knee and saluted Grindelwald, "I just have a request from the younger generation, I wonder if you can forgive me."

Grindelwald's eyes flashed sharply, and he never looked down upon subordinates who liked to push forward. "Ask for benefits from me in front of your master?"

"You don't dare." Abraxas felt a thin layer of sweat in his palms. "It's just that my lover has been affected by a remote German witchcraft. I think you are the only one in this world who can help me."

"Love?" Grindelwald thoughtfully wiped the ring on his index finger with a handkerchief, and pondered.

"It is Matilda Black." Abraxas replied.

"I remember," Grindelwald said abruptly of Abraxas's