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

God is a dove. "

In the relaxed atmosphere, Orion's icy voice seemed particularly withdrawn.

Abraxas turned his head to his old friend abruptly, but Lestrange interrupted slowly at this moment, "This will spoil your fun, Orion."

"What is spoiling the fun?" Orion looked seriously at Abu's stunned face, "I taught all her spells according to the standards of the heir, and now her patron saint has changed, you tell me this is called spoiling the fun? "

"Ha," Lestrange snorted coldly, "Then, if your niece didn't have Malfoy, she would have died at Grindelwald's hands long ago."

"Lestrange, shut your mouth." Abraxas buried his head between his knees, his hands crossed and his expression couldn't be seen clearly.

Lestrange rolled up the quilt and turned over, but didn't speak again.The huge room suddenly fell silent, and occasionally Carlo's snoring could be heard from the corner.

It's just that when it was almost midnight, there was a sudden "Boom!" from the other side of the room.

"His grandma, why is my bed suddenly gone?" Carlo cursed and got up from the ground.

"Be careful with your words and deeds, Carlo." Orion's voice was clear, obviously not asleep.

"I won't believe you a second time." Carlo found another empty bed and wrapped himself in a quilt into a cicada chrysalis.He didn't notice that Lestrange didn't expose Black's words this time, but carefully looked around.

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In order to avoid the attention of the Death Eaters, McNeill arrived in Berlin by water in the early morning.

He raised his head and sucked the air around him vigorously—the inside was filled with the sticky smell of blood and disturbing wandering.Whatever the outcome, this was probably the last time he was free to walk the streets. The whole of Berlin has been turned into a refugee camp. McNeill walked through these war-torn streets and finally found Green in a shack on the outskirts of the country. Devore's remnants.

To be honest, ever since he discovered that the pile of medicine boxes were filled with phantom plants, he had a hunch that Grindelwald might play him this time.But fortunately, he still has the trump card of Matilda in his hand. No matter what, Alphard will not abandon his biological daughter.

The building where Alphard was placed under house arrest was not guarded. McNeil walked unimpeded to the prison belonging to the British wizard, and saw Alphard inside, motionless like a wax figure.He took a step forward and found that the situation of Old Black didn't seem very optimistic.

The man in the prison stared blankly at the gray glass in front of him, his dull eyes were covered with yellow bloodshot eyes, and there seemed to be a burnt cigarette butt between his two fingers.

"Al, I'll come to see you." With an attitude of courtesy first, McNeil wanted to please first.

But Alphard didn't say a word, didn't even move.

McNeill is a little unhappy right now, I condescend to come to discuss cooperation with you, even if I have nowhere to go, you, a small employee of the Ministry of Magic, can't show me such shame?

"You have been in prison these days, and the news is not so well-informed. Do you know what the Dark Lord is going to do to your daughter recently?" McNeill's voice became vicious.

Alphard remained silent.

McNeill simply ignored him, and said to himself, "He didn't tell me directly what he was going to do, but he asked me to check the purity of your daughter's blood, eh, just say, joining the Death Eaters is still useful Do you want to check the purity of the bloodline? Obviously not."

"We all came out of that old bastard's improvement class of Sgrahorn. What did you say that you need purity? Sacrifice requires purity. I was wrong about this question, and I remember it very clearly."

"As soon as the Dark Lord said that, I was startled. Didn't he want to refine his soul?"

"Others don't know, how can I not know? Your wife was the number one in the flower house when we traveled to South Africa. My mother told me at the time that she is not pure blood at all, so you treat her like a treasure." It seems that she redeemed her body. Even if she left you later, you hated her and wiped away all traces of her, but there is no way, the fact is there. "

"But I have to be careful? I didn't tell the Dark Lord directly."

"So, my Alphard, you must help me this time, and now the Dark Lord wants to find me all over the city, but you have the heart to become the sacrifice of that old turtle before she turns 20? "

Alphard still didn't say anything, he stood motionless in front of the air vent, the deep grooves on his face could hardly reveal his original appearance.

Suddenly, Alphard's skin drooped at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the insect repellent under the skin was exposed to the air, and a rancid smell sprayed on McNeil's face, and he spat it out with a wow.

"The burial is finally possible." A shaved man came out from the corner, speaking with a strange accent, "I am Wilhelm Klum, the Director of Foreign Affairs of the German Ministry of Magic."

"This...this...what's the situation?" McNeil, who had experienced a huge change, could no longer utter a complete sentence.

"He was under a curse. This kind of spell has a trick, that is, someone from the outside world can say what the caster wants to hear, so that the cursed person can move."

"We tried almost every word, but none of them met the trigger conditions. Then Grindelwald lost, and they all stopped coming to work, but I was always curious, so I came here every day to see if anyone could Break the spell."

McNeill closed his eyes, and a great sense of powerlessness pervaded his heart for a long time.

"When did he die?"

"It was 24 last month." Krum thought for a while and said with some uncertainty.

"Do you know who cast the curse?" McNeill simply sat down on the ground.

"You don't know?" Krum showed a rather funny expression, "It's your British headmaster, Albus Dumbledore."

I knew it.

McNeil laughed at himself, turned to Krum and said, "Let's bury him."

Krum nodded. He found a straw mat from the duty room, rolled up the pile of rotten meat, and walked forward with McNeill.

The sound of shells outside seemed to be very far away. McNeill held the straw mat and turned over the railings layer by layer.

When they got to the gate, McNeil suddenly said, "You know what, William. I seem to be lifting myself now."

"Now I have nothing but a pile of money that Dumbledore won."

No sooner had McNeil arrived at the pier that afternoon than he was torn to pieces by ambushed Death Eaters.

Also that afternoon, Matilda received a text message encrypted by direct blood magic:

Alphard is dead, you are not pureblood.

Please go to No. 68 Underground Street to withdraw money for my wife.

Thank you on your knees.

The final chapter

During the days when Abraxas was away, Matilda waited for him until twelve o'clock every day as usual.There was already light snow in the November sky, and Matilda was standing at the door wearing a cloak, with the bright Malfoy Manor behind her.

Laicai, the house elf, handed over a cup of hot cocoa from behind, and said worriedly, "Little master, let's go inside, be careful not to freeze yourself."

Matilda raised her eyebrows and exhaled hot white air, "Cai, how many times have I told you that I am the hostess, not the little master."

"Oh, I'm sorry Mistress," Laifu's long ears drooped to the back of his head, and then he stood up suddenly as if he had sensed something, "Mistress, the old master seems to be back!"

Matilda's hand holding the cup trembled suddenly, and her gaze immediately turned to the door that seemed to be about to be pushed open.The dolls in the yard became dumb in an instant, and they counted the seconds silently together with Matilda.

five four three two one.

The door bolt fell down with a thud, and Abraxas stepped across the threshold in a dusty manner.The long golden hair has lost its original luster, but it still maintains a clean and tidy appearance.

"You're back, old Malfoy." Matilda stared at the familiar face in front of her, as if in a lifetime.

The man walked up to the girl with a smile and hugged her, "Seriously, little Blake, do you miss me?"

Matilda buried her head in Abraxas's arms, and rubbed it vigorously, "It's okay, so-so."

Abraxas smacked his lips in dissatisfaction, and stretched out his hands to pinch the soft belly of the child in his arms.

"Hey, my old Malfoy, tickle!" Matilda shuddered, turned over and jumped out of the man's arms, "There's a meal for you."

"Wouldn't it be the banana pie that the goblin would throw up?" Abraxas complained, raising his eyebrows.

"Don't underestimate me, okay? Old Malfoy." Matilda, who was walking in front, turned her head and replied solemnly.

Suddenly, Abraxas took two quick steps forward, quickly dragged the cloak over the child's head, and then walked into the living room.

"Bastard old Malfoy!!!" Matilda took off her robe forcefully, and followed at a trot all the way.

In the hall, the food had been put on the dining table by the house elves, and Laifu took the coats of the two masters and walked to the changing room in an orderly manner.Abraxas' gaze followed Matilda's little hand scooping up soup for him, and his earlobes turned red for some reason under the bright light.

"What?" Matilda looked as if she saw something new.

Abraxas coughed dryly and lowered his eyes, "You're wearing my clothes."

"Not washed."

"Because it smells of you." Matilda replied without thinking, "It's like you are by my side."

warm in the air