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

Head, staring at Patriarch Malfoy's face with the white eyes that are different from ordinary people, "You were not very obedient at that time, a director of medicine knew to go to the department store if he didn't go to St. Mungo's. How could I Haven't you counted the one you're staring at?"

"You and I hadn't cooperated at that time, and it was understandable for the servants to be wary." Voldemort gently placed the knife and fork on the plate, his expression as usual. "Abu, Gellert is an honored guest of the Death Eaters, since he knows he has made a mistake, why don't you get out?"

Grindelwald curled his mouth, and there was no cloudy shadow in his blue eyes.He immediately released his magic pressure, and an overwhelming force pressed down on Voldemort.In fact, the moment Malfoy walked into the private room, Grindelwald suspected that this scene was planned in advance, so he repeatedly provoked the new leader, just to see the other party's reaction.It is true that Grindelwald, as the leader of Germany, did not need to put such a small role as Voldemort in his eyes at all, but at the moment of the confrontation just now, he suddenly realized that the strength of this young man might not be inferior to his own.

No one wants to be caught dead.Grindelwald narrowed his eyes, and gradually recovered his benign expression at the beginning, "Wait a minute." He took out a tube of transparent liquid from his robe and threw it at Malfoy, "I'm looking at you For the sake of true love."

Abraxas trembled all over, and Grindelwald cut off the conversation just as he was about to thank him, "Here's the pudding, and get out of here."

As soon as he left the gate of Merlin Twelve, Abraxas rushed towards St. Mungo non-stop.Only this time, he didn't cast a disguise spell on himself.The emergency light next to the service desk flickered on and off, and Abraxas felt a sense of stability in his heart at this moment.He found Matilda's ward according to his memory, but unexpectedly found Dumbledore and Pomfrey standing at the door.

"Mr. Malfoy, now is not visiting time." Madam Pomfrey frowned slightly dissatisfied.

"I'll take that girl from the Black family," Abraxas said simply.

"No." Madam Pomfrey immediately refused, "Only the family members of the patient can be discharged from the hospital, and this child has a very serious illness, and the treatment cannot be stopped."

Abraxas snorted, with a nonchalant tone, "Whether I'm sick or not has nothing to do with me. But the message that Alphard just sent me told me to take his daughter back to Malfoy Manor."

"Stop lying, Alphard has..." Before Madam Pomfrey finished speaking, Dumbledore stopped her.

"Since Mr. Malfoy is also on orders, it's okay to take him home." Dumbledore said kindly.

Abraxas showed a standard smirk, "Thank you, Dumbledore."

"Professor, even if Matilda is a Black, you don't need to hand her over to a Death Eater, right?" Pomfrey sarcastically said as soon as Malfoy left.

Dumbledore sighed helplessly, "Malfoy won't do anything to her."

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Matilda had a dream. She dreamed that she lit a cigarette in the gas station. Dumbledore and Grindelwald, who were already at war with each other, immediately rushed into the safe room and looked at her solemnly through a glass door.Then, like a drowning person floating to the surface of the sea after several twists and turns, Matilda finally woke up from a coma.

This is a rather luxuriously decorated room, and the bright sunlight outside the window made the girl dizzy.She tried to move her fingers, and found a wand lying quietly in her palm.

Was it because she was afraid that she would feel uneasy when she woke up in an unfamiliar environment?Matilda's heart seemed to soften suddenly.She tried her best to gather her mind, and looked at the man at the desk who was handling official business.Perhaps because of a tacit understanding, Abraxas just turned his head and met Matilda's gaze.

"Awake?" Abraxas' eyes were full of smiles.

"Thank you, sir." Matilda replied carefully, but her cheeks blushed uncontrollably.

"I thought you'd call me Malfoy," Abraxas joked.He snapped his fingers, and the house-elf immediately brought a bowl of hot porridge.

"I didn't expect to survive." Matilda grinned sheepishly.She watched the man sit up with some unease, then skillfully scooped up a shrimp from the porridge and brought it to her mouth.She didn't know what kind of psychology she was in, but she dodged instinctively.Even though she noticed Abraxas' disappointed expression, Matilda bit the bullet and snatched the spoon.

"That's right. When you are at the end of the road, there are always some unscrupulous words." Abraxas said lightly, and Matilda couldn't help but feel tight.

"What's the date today?" Matilda decided to avoid the previous topic.

"August 31st." Abraxas looked at the girl amusedly, at this moment she was wringing her hands uneasily.

"Is Lucius at home?" Matilda asked softly.

Abraxas froze for a moment, "Not here. But he knows you are here."

Matilda suddenly felt particularly guilty.She held the small bowl tightly and was silent for a while.

"In my mind, are all the words you said beautiful?"

"You are the one who speaks beautiful words." Abraxas said without hesitation.

"I never thought of using you to save me." Matilda raised her head abruptly, her clear eyes staring directly into Abraxas' eyes.

"I understand, little silly boy," Abraxas didn't give the girl a chance to dodge this time, he gently hugged the girl's thin shoulders. "I just want to ask you, if you really want to be Mrs. Malfoy, what stand are you going to take to face the justice you once believed in?"

Matilda hesitated. "I'm afraid I won't join the Death Eaters."

"I will not leave the Dark Lord for you." Abraxas seemed to have anticipated her decision.

"I understand." Matilda's stubborn little face suddenly became gloomy, "It's like a wolf falling in love with a sheep. Sheep and quit eating mutton.”

"What kind of messed-up metaphor is this?" Abraxas smiled helplessly, "I just hope you understand that the Death Eaters will last for a lifetime, and the Malfoy family will not be able to pick them up no matter what. Abraxas Seth Malfoy is not such a glamorous person as you imagine."

"Your choice at this moment is not only choosing the person you like, but also choosing the path to go in the future."

It was cruel to leave this kind of matter to a girl, but Abraxas had to do so.

Matilda's knuckles holding the spoon turned white.She carefully sorted out everything that happened recently, and suddenly realized that she had missed a crucial detail, "The spell on me was cast by Grindelwald, how did you break it?"

"Why can't I untie it?" Abraxas hesitated for a moment before asking back.

If you tell the truth, the child will probably blame himself to death.

"I heard from Dumbledore that only Grindelwald can untie it." Matilda frowned.

"Did you hear it in a coma?" Abraxas asked, reaching out his hand to tuck the girl's shattered hair behind her ears.

"Did you make some kind of exchange with Grindelwald?" Matilda shook her head irritably, not letting go of the previous question at all.

"It's an exchange. Use three very precious treasures." Abraxas thought of the few pieces of bezoar on Voldemort's table, and replied ambiguously. "Don't think about it so much. I won't force you to stay because of this."

"I'd rather you force me to stay." Matilda lowered her head.

"You have always had the right to leave at any time. Didn't you say that? We are equal." Abraxas tried his best to ignore the small expectations in the girl's words.

"Does what you say in the illusion count?" Matilda asked tentatively.

"Could it be that the words in the illusion are false?" Abraxas blinked, he knew that the child already had the answer in his heart.

"There are still two years before graduation, there will always be a solution." Matilda seemed to be making a serious decision. "Now, I don't want to give up on you."

The window sill where the angel landed

The Hogwarts Express gradually started to leave the city of London. Matilda found an empty carriage, and leaned against the window by herself, watching the rapidly receding fields outside the window.The girl's faint smile was reflected on the clean window glass, Matilda pursed her lips, and said to herself righteously: Stop giggling, Miss Black.Then he rubbed his cheeks vigorously, took out the History of Magic textbook and pretended to read it.

"The No. 15 goblin uprising occurred in 1867. In order to win over the army, the goblin leader planned to set the meeting at the Pig's Head Bar."

It turns out that the Pig's Head Bar has a history of nearly a hundred years.Matilda rested her chin on her hands, and her confused thoughts somehow flew back to her Mr. Malfoy.

It would be nice to be able to go to Hogsmeade in the first week, so that I could meet Mr. Malfoy.Writing a letter is indeed a good idea, but I don't know if he is busy now.Since Mr. Malfoy didn't explicitly tell her not to write letters, it's okay, right?But if it were to be written, what would it be?

She took out a blank sheet of paper from her bag, ready to try to figure out the speaking skills of those adults.But at this moment, the small door of the compartment was roughly opened, and Bellatrix, who had already changed into her school uniform, gave a fart.