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

Concluded, "Are these new cases also made by that person, sir?"

"It's not sure yet, St. Mungo and I are stepping up to deal with this matter." Dumbledore sighed, "Miss Black, I know such a request is a bit rude, but can you help me ask Malfoy, about your solution to the curse."

Matilda nodded, "Yes, sir. But if you are in a hurry, it may be faster to ask Uncle Malfoy directly."

"There are more and more cases like St. Mungo's these days, and I may not be able to spare too much time," Dumbledore said helplessly, "not to mention you are special to him."

"Yes sir, I like Uncle Malfoy." Now that this was the point, Matilda simply removed the Occlumency, and looked at the old man's face with clear eyes.

Dumbledore smiled knowingly.

"An evil Slytherin." Matilda lowered her head and continued.

"Love is human nature, not a sin." Dumbledore sighed slightly, "I'm just worried that you don't really like him, but the misunderstanding is that you like him."

Matilda said nothing.She understands that liking and loving are two different things, and caring and admiring are also two concepts.Even though she had thought about this question countless times, when she really said it, she couldn't help but hesitate.

"You were still young, and you always thought that this throbbing was the whole world." Dumbledore said lightly, "I also thought that I loved someone when I was young, but I missed a lot of precious things later."

Matilda lowered her face and forced a smile, "I will definitely ask him."

"That's it, good night, Miss Black." Dumbledore nodded slightly relieved.

"Good night Professor."

After Matilda left, Dumbledore stood there for a long time.

Just before midnight, Moody knocked softly on the door of the principal's office.

"Sir, are you looking for me?"

"Go and find out the purpose of Voldemort's trip to the Albanian Forest three months ago." Dumbledore took out a Gringotts key from the drawer and solemnly handed it to Moody.

"When I was traveling in my early years, I got a magic eye. I haven't used it for so many years. It just happens to be given to you now."

Moody touched the spot of his left eye lightly. Because of the black magic, the originally shriveled eye socket had shrunk into a small hole.

"Thank you, Albus." There was little emotion on Moody's determined face.

Dumbledore patted him on the shoulder, "You deserve it, I've been very sorry for that time in Devonshire."

Induce

Generally around September each year, the Department of Disease Prevention will send a team to St. Mungo for routine inspections.I don't know which director in history took the lead, saying that if the inspection is completed in advance, he can go straight to get off work.Coincidentally, he was planning to give Connelly a short vacation, so Abraxas, who always stepped out of the house, woke up very early in the morning, preparing to give him some St. Mungo's supervision regulations when Fudge arrived.

Unexpectedly, Fudge arrived at the office early.

"What time does it start?" Abraxas asked casually, looking at the cold tea at Fudge's table.

"It's past four o'clock." Fudge yawned, "You must endure hardships when you're young."

"If you're in the officialdom, how can you patronize and endure hardship?" Abraxas sighed, took out a pack of sandwiches from the desk, and threw it at Fudge. "Today's hospital check-up is quite light. Would you like to go?"

"I'm not tired, thank you, Director." Fudge lowered his head shyly, not paying any attention to Abraxas' meaningful eyes before leaving.

The unawakened city of London is always mixed with a trace of coldness and softness. Abraxas walked towards St. Mungo's gate calmly, and saw Charles Potter's overly enthusiastic face from a long distance away.

"It's early, Director, why didn't that kid Connelly come with you?"

"Others have other people's business to do, who like you has no business all day long." Abraxas took off his hat and handed it to Charles, and walked directly towards the foot of the stairs, "Nothing happened in the yard recently Is it okay?"

"Who dares to have something to do?" Charles hurriedly followed behind the man, "No, my director, are you planning to go up to the ninth floor?"

"That's right." Abraxas glanced at Charles behind him with a sad face. "Is it because you young people don't exercise now, or is this pampered life spoiling you?"

"I heard that middle-aged people start exercising, just to find a second spring." Charles gasped for a little while holding the stairs, "What's the matter? Seeing that Lucius is doing something, the director has some ideas?"

"Don't think I won't dare to deal with you because of Crouch," Abraxas lied without changing his face and heartbeat, "Believe it or not, I can get rid of you, the vice president?"

"Don't, don't, don't mention me to my uncle," Charles made a gesture of surrender, "He's been mad about his aunt's pregnancy these days."

"Isn't this a good thing?" Abraxas imagined the child marrying into the Malfoy family. Although it was still early, it didn't prevent him from looking forward to it.

"Hey, don't normal people think that way?" Charles raised his voice, "But my uncle is going to be a minister, and now he wants to have a child. Isn't that a drag on him?"

"It's because of this child, who was rejected by his father before he was born." Charles gloated and smiled.

Abraxas ignored him, and entered the supervisory office on the ninth floor first.The magical graphs of various areas in the hospital were suspended in the air. He carefully observed the fluctuation ratio of these numbers, and everything was normal.

"Left is just a formality." Charles saw that Abraxas signed his name next to the person in charge, and answered casually, "It's not yet noon, why don't I take you to a fun place?"

"A fun place?" Abraxas didn't shy away from his suspicious eyes, and looked Charles from top to bottom.

"Where do you want to go?" Charles patted the floating ash on the review form, tiptoed and threw it back into the cabinet. "Llandudno, my uncle always goes fishing there."

"There just happened to be a car parked in the yard, so I'll send you there right away?" Charles looked as if he was about to burst into laughter, seeing that Abraxas had no intention of objecting, he immediately said Go press the elevator for Secretary Malfoy.

Are you in such a hurry to dismiss him?Abraxas glanced at Charles unhurriedly, "You just use the bus for private use, aren't you afraid that old guy Granger will trouble you?"

"He can't take care of his own affairs." Charles laughed, "Director, I heard that things haven't been very peaceful recently."

"Really?" Abraxas replied slowly.

"Don't believe me." Charles opened his eyes like copper bells, and pretended to be mysterious. "I heard that a deputy director of the International Cooperation Department was imprisoned recently."

"International cooperation?" Abraxas frowned, "What name?"

"It's that Black," Charles lowered his voice, "it seems to be called Alphard." After that, he approached Abraxas's ear familiarly, "The Ministry has temporarily blocked the news, I guess, It must have happened at the end of last month."

Abraxas nodded expressionlessly, no superfluous emotions could be seen on his cold face.

Charles carefully looked at Abraxas' face, thinking that there should be nothing wrong with what he said just now.

After a long silence, Abraxas suddenly said, "I'm going back to the ministry first."

Charles stood there and smacked his lips helplessly. Yesterday Bagman specifically told him to hold Malfoy for a while longer, but how can he control the master's whereabouts?

The distance from St. Mungo's to the Ministry was not too far, and most of the shops on Oxford Street were still open.Abraxas quickly passed through the rows of pointed domes under his feet, and a disturbing thought involuntarily sprouted in his mind.

Matilda was a dark move by the Dark Lord, which he had already guessed.Although I don't know what role the child played in Voldemort's entire plan, but if Voldemort hadn't deliberately guided him that day, the old man Grindelwald would not have been able to come up with the antidote so easily anyway.The same goes for that old fellow Dumbledore. He knew the news of Alphard's imprisonment early on, but he still acquiesced in taking the child away.Since both the Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix intend to win over, the special relationship between the child and himself has become an indispensable link in the check and balance between the two parties.

The magic elevator in the ministry opened and closed, and when Abraxas was thinking about it, a sneaky figure suddenly appeared in the corridor on the second basement floor in front of him.

"Ludo?" Abraxas changed his mind and immediately stepped off the elevator.

Bagman was startled, "Ma...Director Malfoy, here we come."

It's not about the batch of banned drugs in Italy, is it?Abraxas stared suspiciously at Bagman's pale face, "Who are you waiting for here?" Bagman rolled his eyes, and just as he was about to tell a lie, he heard someone calling his name from a distance.

"Ludo, I brought it for you." Fudge ran up and shook his big belly, and he didn't realize that Malfoy was there until he got close.

"Director, are you here?" Fudge greeted with some embarrassment.

Ludo coughed a few times, staring at Fudge with a constipated expression.

Abraxas has no heart