[HP] A Brief History of Time

Brace had just received a letter from Mrs. Zabini. He opened the cover with one hand and his teeth, and pushed open the door with the other hand. Only then did he read the opening line of greetings as usual. The hard thing almost stumbled, causing Crabbe, who was squatting on the head of the bed, to snicker.

"What is this?" Blaise put away the letter, picked up the corner of his robe, and was taken aback by the big black hair lying in the middle of the road. Of course, this was not the most important thing. He frowned, and immediately Angrily, "Who did it?"

Crabbe rolled his eyes and looked down as if he didn't hear.He even twisted and turned half a circle on the bed with the cake, pointing his butt and arched fat figure at him - the answer was already obvious.

Blaise searched around the dormitory angrily, slamming on the bathroom door and yelling, "What's that dirty, wet mess by the door? Vincent said it was your masterpiece, didn't he?"

"Then he didn't tell you it was a dog by the way?" Draco's voice came out amidst the sound of water in the bathroom.

"Are you kidding me? I don't know that's a dog? I mean what's wrapped around that dog's head!"

The bathroom door opened, and Draco came out with a clean smell of steam, "Hey, job, you are too angry. I remember this shirt you left on the chair last week because your button Lost one and didn't intend to wear it again, so I decided to use what I had. By the way, the rest of the buttons are all in your drawer."

"Should I thank you for clearing the space for me?" Blaise was about to die of his attitude. "Where did you get that dirty and ugly thing? Is the dormitory a wild dog shelter?" He asked Suddenly remembering something, he paused, his tone and complexion softened a little, and hesitantly asked, "Is it Winnie's request?"

Draco smiled at him, and shifted his gaze to the parchment in his hand, "It seems that the letter is very long, is it Mrs. Zabini?"

Blaise easily shifted his attention to the letter in his hand, "From Egypt - the international letter took a long time, I see, it has been written about a week ago."

Draco glanced at Vincent, who obediently got up from the bed, picked up a lot of snacks, and walked out of the dormitory consciously.

After about a few minutes, Blaise finished reading the letter, "Virginia and I may not be able to accept your invitation this Christmas. My mother asked me to go to Egypt with Pooh. She and Pooh's mother will wait for us in Luxor. She has written leave letters to both Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Snape."

Draco looked a little startled, "Let's go now? Wait a minute," he stood up, walked to the place where the black dog was lying down, cast a petrification spell and an ear-closing spell on him, and then turned around and signaled Blaise went on.

Blaise slowly calculated the time, "Leave in about half a month, they will arrive in Luxor in early December, and they are in Cairo when writing this letter." He was a little surprised at the sudden decision, but the letter did not mention The reason and purpose, and even Mrs. Zabini's wording changed her previous habit of discussing everything with her son, and directly made the request.He had some regrets, "I have already met old Warrington at the secret club in Diagon Alley," he looked at Draco and shrugged, "As you requested, I will sell some of Malfoy's secrets Gave him, of course, the conditions you want - several assets under Warrington's name have all been replaced with... Flyat's name."

"I wonder if you are so hesitant every time you sign your 'own' surname on a bill." Draco hung a dry towel around his neck and took the letter in Blaise's hand, "Is it true that old Wo Does Linton have no doubts about you?"

"Don't you think that Muggle shell itself is very suspicious?" Blaise retorted, "It's suspicious if the person who sells secrets doesn't have a 'disguise'?"

Draco was amazed, "I damn well think you're right! You're a natural liar, Blaise! I sure as hell didn't misread you."

"Your compliment is really embarrassing," Blaise said angrily, "you will have to rely on yourself. Compared with his fox-like father, Warrington is really not like a family. Of course you are behind the scenes A son who digs a hole for his father is even more disgusting—I said, didn't your father really notice that his influence on Fudge is getting less and less? He must be mad!"

Draco raised his head from the parchment, and said earnestly, "My wish is that next year I hope that he will be so ill that he has to withdraw from the power struggle of the Ministry of Magic—I will even give him a place to cultivate himself." He chose."

"Are you crazy!" Blaise suddenly turned his gaze to him, and he looked at it for a moment, not sure whether Draco was telling the truth at this time, or not.

Draco didn't say anything - Blaise turned his head boredly and began to ponder the reply to Mrs. Zabini, knowing that this meant that he couldn't learn more from Draco.

***

On the outskirts of Cairo, Alona once again deftly avoided a group of Egyptian children who came forward to sell gadgets, and walked towards the sparsely populated and unknown pyramids. She wore big sunglasses and her hair was tightly wrapped in a dark silk scarf. In fact, the clothes on his body were neat and simple, and he stepped on strong military boots, and his steps were long and fast.And behind her, Hermio, who was wearing a skirt and showing her snow-white slender legs, was not as lucky as her. All her way was almost blocked by a group of Egyptian children. Their eyes were shining, staring at Hermio's beautiful clothes, He stretched out his little black paws without flinching, and recommended various local specialties to her, as well as small jewelry that Mrs. Zabini didn't like at all.Even the bold ones have grabbed her sleeves.

Hermione couldn't take it anymore--she had had enough of this phenomenon during the two weeks in Cairo, and she didn't want to use money to clear the way now. The moment he lost his mind, he quickly Apparated.

When Alonna arrived at the pyramid marked on the map in her hand, a still glamorous Mrs. Zabini seemed to be on the beach by the sea, already wearing a straw hat decorated with flowers and slender high heels, standing bored. Wait for her in the shadow of the pyramid.

"Can you keep a low profile?" Alona asked through gritted teeth. She looked around, but fortunately, this pyramid was not surprising, and there was nothing special about it. It was almost outside the scope of browsing, and there were no tourists around— There is still more than a month before the peak tourist season in Egypt.

Mrs. Zabini looked at her 'sloppy' attire with pity, as if she didn't feel that Alona's face was sinking again and again, and said briskly, "I say, for the sake of the reputation of Clackenthorpe for a hundred years, Virginia must learn how to be a woman after me."

Alona said disdainfully, "How do you flirt with men?" In the past two weeks, she has been able to sneer at Mrs. Zabini.

Mrs. Zabini was not angry, "Don't be jealous, my dear little sister, with your aptitude, you will probably only attract some women with peculiar personalities." She ended the topic before Alona continued, "I Been waiting a long time for you, you know we're on a tight schedule - and a full thirty more pyramids! If you're lucky and find what you're looking for, Merlin's blessings. This damn place has ruined me How many clothes and shoes!"

Alona glanced at her, remembering that two weeks ago she had a conflict with the local gangsters, this woman appeared, waved a magic wand and easily solved the matter, of course she would not tell this man that she was so proud now, and suddenly changed her mind A woman with an attitude, because of her joining, her itinerary in Egypt is much faster than that of a single person.

Alona took out a very old notebook from her satchel and handed it to Mrs. Zabini.The latter restrained her demeanor, and after going around the pyramid with her wand, she stood still outside one of the walls, tapped her wand lightly at a place almost at waist level, and whispered a spell from the notebook.

Immediately, a one-meter-square opening appeared on the limestone wall.

Mrs. Zabini sighed, supported the straw hat on her head, and muttered, "This dress has to be confessed here again." After speaking, she bent down and got into the passage first.

Seeing that she was still so impulsive, Alona cursed, looked around, and after adding the Ignoring Curse and Expel Curse to the outside of the pyramid, she also got short and followed closely behind.

As soon as Alona walked in, she immediately discovered that there was a universe inside this undeveloped and unnamed pyramid.Mrs. Zabini was already standing in front of the big corridor with a smile, holding up her magic wand. The green light from the tip of the wand showed how this corridor was different from other pyramids.

"Space Extending Curse." Mrs. Zabini showed a slight smug smile on her face, "We probably found it."

***

Blaise and Virginia got the formal leave approval in Dumbledore's principal's office two days later, and Professor Snape was also present. Except for the two people's academic instructions, the two did not do anything about it. Any other comments or inquiries.

Blaise was telling Virginia about Mrs. Zabini's instructions and plans in the letter, "Let's go directly from the fireplace in the principal's office, and Mr. Doyle from the Department of Magical Transportation will pick us up. We will go directly to Luxor .It will take a day on the road."

Virginia didn't take his words to heart, "I'll follow you wherever you go, as long as you know it in your heart."

When Blaise thought about it, he suddenly felt that the matter was much simpler, and immediately decided to write a letter to ask Mr. Doyle recommended in the mother's letter. For the sake of safety along the way, Blaise decided to reluctantly add a sentence at the end of the letter "Zabini Greetings from Ma'am."

But Virginia's attention was not on the upcoming trip. She grabbed Blaise and asked him in a low voice, "How is the dog?"

Blaise secretly thought that it was Virginia's idea. He thought about the big black dog that had been petrified in the corner of the house and only had half an hour of waking time every day. He smiled against his will and comforted her, "Don't worry, it's okay." , he is very popular with us," he determined to highlight his role in it, "and I bring him steaks from the dinner table every day." Then he tried to recall Mrs. Zabini's A lap dog I once raised described the big black dog as it looked, to prove that it was really lively and healthy, and Virginia really didn't need to worry about it.

Virginia looked at him, was silent for a while, and then said, "I sympathize with you, Blaise—especially the way you just racked your brains made my feelings very, very strong."