The leader of HP arrives

Dongfang slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a messy room. A few days had passed, and the blood on the hem of his clothes had dried up and turned into black marks.He let out a long breath, feeling the long-lost sense of relaxation, the exhausted magic power has begun to recover, and intertwined with the internal force to form a docile operation in the body.

Is this a blessing in disguise?Dongfang smiled wryly and tugged at the corner of his mouth, perhaps breaking through and then standing up, the uncontrollable internal force broke through the final bottleneck, and the magical skills that were stagnant in the previous life finally reached the fourth level.

"Lucius, come in."

Perhaps it was the sound of the vase breaking that alarmed the wizard who had been waiting outside the door. Dongfang stretched his body, walked off the bed, and performed a clean-up, the door slowly opened.

"This time, how many days has this seat been closed?"

"Five days have passed, master." Lucius glanced around the room, the room that had lost most of its furniture was empty at the moment, there was no trace of blood on the snow-white sheets, and the white robe was long. Hanging down, only a small pale ankle was exposed.It turned out that the figure of the mysterious man was not as tall as he looked, at least a few inches shorter than his father, Lucius stared at the bare feet under the ankles in front of him, thinking in a daze.

"How's Fenrir's injury?"

"The body of a werewolf is much stronger than that of a wizard. If it weren't for the fact that tranquilizers are equally effective against werewolves and wizards, I'm afraid we have to go to Azkaban to visit the pure-blood werewolf leader now." The voice of Dongfang Bubai interrupted the divergence of the platinum nobleman. Sexual thoughts, the latter coughed and snapped his fingers to summon the house-elf to bring a pair of slippers.In fact, the recovery ability of the pure-blood werewolf is astonishing. With enough potion treatment, the wound on Fenrir's body healed up two days ago.If it hadn't been for his repeated assurance that the master would never be in danger, the werewolf would have been anxious to kick open the door of the guest room, or was about to rush into St. Mungo's and kidnap a doctor regardless.

"This seat needs to take a shower and change clothes, so let Fenrir wait in the reception room." Dongfang Bubai glanced at Lucius' strange expression concealed behind a respectful expression, and paused for a moment, "Lucius, is there anything else?"

"Severus came here three days ago." Lucius hesitated for a moment, wanting to remind Dongfang that before the wound was completely healed, even a shower with clean water was likely to cause infection.The platinum noble's gaze rested vaguely on the belt around Dongfang Bubai's waist, hesitating again and again, but he still didn't take out the bottle of expensive healing potion in his pocket, so he could only choose to change the subject in the end.

"I will be leaving England for a while." Dongfang's indifferent expression paused slightly, and a slight arc was drawn at the corner of his mouth, "We will talk about this matter later."

"Master, you are finally out!"

Dongfang Bubai sat down on the sofa, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at the werewolf who jumped up from the sofa with his wand. Fenrir's movements disappeared under the fabric, "Sit down, Fenrir."

The werewolf touched the tip of his nose angrily, and sat back on the sofa again, but still holding his wand, "You are stronger, master, I can feel it. Please lead us to reorganize the Death Eaters. This time, I will definitely I will lead my people to kill all the wizards of the Order of the Phoenix! We will definitely hit Dumbledore, despicable Gryffin, hmph! I will definitely kill that brat of the Potter family with my own hands!"

"Master, although Auror has arrested many Slytherin wizards, the foundation of Slytherin has not been shaken." Lucius looked helplessly at Fenrir, since he recognized Fenrir for the first time with the help of the house-elf. After reading all the words in the Daily Prophet, the pure-blood werewolf has been in such a high mood.Fenrir is convinced of the exaggerated and distorted storylines in the Daily Prophet. Even if the wounds left by the Kindred have not healed, the werewolf's single-minded head still insists that Dumbledore is the culprit in the conspiracy to kill You-Know-Who.

"It only takes a few years of dormancy, and Slytherin can rise again at any time and obey your call." Lucius pursed the corners of his lips, looking for appropriate words, "Order of the Phoenix, this decisive battle has been exhausted." Without the energy and financial resources of the Gryffindor wizards, Dumbledore may no longer be able to squeeze more Gallon from Hogwarts to support those wizards. There is no need for you to leave England, master. Although Voldemort Manor has been, dilapidated but Slytherin remains loyal to you—”

I remain loyal to you, master.As long as Malfoy Manor remains standing, as long as the Platinum Family badge remains high, this place will always be your shelter, and I am willing to use my life to protect you——

Lucius reached out to pick up the cup and took a sip. The bitter taste of the black coffee made the platinum nobleman choke up, and the cold liquid flushed the words that had been lingering on the tip of his tongue back down his throat again.

"I'm going to Germany for a while." Dongfang Bubai was silent for a while, and refused Lucius's persuasion.

Joyce didn't really die, but the vampire would still lose his soul in a long sleep.Dongfang had mixed feelings about this Slytherin blood.No matter what motive Joyce had, he single-handedly caused Slytherin's failure, but on the other hand, the family affection that Joyce entrusted to him made Dongfang unforgettable, no matter whether it was lost in childhood in the previous life or wandering in this life. In the orphanage, he had longed for such a blood-linked relative to appear.When Fenrir put Joyce into the coffin, the blood race was almost burned into a coke, but still maintained that posture, so that the werewolf had to break his arm to cover the coffin, which made the East Can't help but be moved by it.

Mulgraf is only leaving temporarily. As long as Joyce does not wake up, I believe the blood prince will attack again sooner or later.Malfoy Manor is definitely not the best hiding place, whether it is a blood race or a mysterious person appearing in Malfoy Manor will bring unnecessary trouble.In contrast, the German magic world, which advocates black magic, has a more harmonious attitude towards dark creatures. Presumably this is the reason why Mulgraf was able to obtain the one-time magic item from the German Ministry of Magic.

"But——the Order of the Phoenix controls all the ways that the United Kingdom connects with Germany." Lucius obviously thought of this, and could only struggle to find an excuse to make powerless retention, "After Rodolphs was imprisoned, the Order of the Phoenix Just took over the Ministry of Transportation. Please wait a few days for me to arrange a safe route. The Malfoy family still has several properties in Germany. I believe Fudge will not refuse a generous tax. We can use the excuse of trade talks To leave England, all you need is two bottles of Polyjuice Potion—”

"It's just leaving the UK. I have my own way." Dongfang Bubai interrupted Lucius' plan by raising his hand, and noticed the house elf who appeared outside the door with Draco in his arms.After the battle not long ago, the chaotic fluctuation of magic power affected the health of the little noble. Although Lucius suppressed Drake's magic riot, once he woke up from sleep and couldn't find a familiar face, the little noble would still have A strong sense of insecurity.

"You stay in England, Lucius." Dongfang stretched out his hand and hugged Drake tightly. The little noble who was already a little recognizable blinked his eyes a few times, recognized the black hair in front of him, and stretched out his delicate fingers to grab him. All black hair.

"However, master—" Lucius retorted subconsciously, "I don't think Fenrir can properly manage the affairs of Germany, he can't even read the names of places in England, let alone expect him to be able to distinguish between German and German. difference in English."

"Damn Malfoy——" the werewolf clenched his fists and jumped up, but the Daily Prophet in Lucius' hand made him sit back angrily, and retorted without confidence, "At least I'm stronger than you, I'm definitely stronger than you." You can protect the master! The weather in Germany is not as mild as here, and a hurricane can blow you into the sky, Lucius."

The werewolf's hoarse voice made Draco wave his limbs in dissatisfaction, and yanked down his right hand that was pulling his hair. Dongfang Bubai had to bow his head accommodatingly, and could only glance at Fenrir sideways.The latter slowly withdrew his fist, and sat up stiffly on the sofa.

"Draco is very much like you, Lucius. I remember the first time I saw you, you pulled out Abraxas's little beard, which was still popular in England at that time. Abraxas second God can only shave off the beard that has grown for several months and go to the Ministry of Magic to work, leading a new trend for a while." Dongfang Bubai reached out and tapped the tip of Draco's nose, which caused the little nobleman to open his small mouth without deciduous teeth Showing a silly smile, he let go of the hair in his hands, and waved his hands to tug at the dangling sleeves in front of him.

Lucius choked up, stretched out his hand to catch the baby boy Dongfang handed over, and realized for the first time that this man standing at the top of Slytherin was actually enough to be his father.

"Back then, when I first met you at Malfoy Manor, Abraxas forgot to wrap your diaper." Dongfang Bubai glanced at Lucius' embarrassed expression, and outlined a teasing smile. Confused Lucius' guess, "You still owe me a handmade jacket from a tailor's shop, Lucius."

The double-sided mirror beeped slightly, and Draco writhed uncomfortably, rolling from Lucius' lap onto the sofa, while the house-elf frantically watched over him to prevent the heir of the Malfoy family from rolling off the sofa .Lucius glanced at his son who was enjoying himself on the sofa, stood up and walked out of the room.

"Lucius, master—no, how is the You-Know-Who?" The fireplace in the study was already lit, and Severus' haggard expression appeared on the flame-condensed face.

"That person, has, left." Severus answered with an equally gorgeous but slightly aged voice.

Lucius glanced at his father's picture frame on the wall, and the old wizard inside blinked at him and made a mysterious smile, so the eyes of the platinum nobleman flickered, showing a cold look at the face in the flames. Smiling, "Master, you have already left this world."

The flame in the fireplace twisted, the black figure almost rushed out of the flame, and a few sparks popped out and scorched the carpet in front of the fireplace.There seemed to be a knock on the door from the other side of the fireplace. The flame struggled a bit, and finally slowly returned to its original color.

"A qualified Malfoy will always know what he wants, Lucius." The old wizard in the frame coughed lightly, and looked at his son seriously, "When you were as old as Draco, I I have warned you. Opportunities will always only favor those decisive wizards, and indecision should not appear on Malfoy."

Lucius' eyes stayed on the clean chin of the portrait for a while, and he outlined a malicious smile, "When I was the age of Drake, you also had a long beard, just like Dumbledore's. Is it like that?"