The leader of HP arrives

"Dobby, pack Draco's luggage. You'd better go back to your room and change into a thick coat now, Draco." Lucius looked at Draco's pale face worriedly, and suppressed his desire to hug him. The impulse to comfort his son.Draco had grown up, and for the heirs of Slytherin, they said goodbye to their childhood the day they stepped into Hogwarts.

"Yes, father." The little noble looked at Dongfang Bubai with watery eyes, but the latter just nodded to signal him to leave.

The wood in the fireplace crackled slightly, making the silent atmosphere in the room even more dignified.Dongfang looked at Lucius' profile from the side. Compared with the energetic young man in his memory ten years ago, the platinum nobleman seemed to have matured a lot. The frustrations and embarrassments of the past were all left between Lucius' brows. Even with proper maintenance, fine wrinkles began to appear at the corners of his eyes.Lucius was staring at the fireplace in a daze, and when the Malfoy-style gorgeous smile faded from his face, such a faint sense of vicissitudes became more and more vivid.

"Lucius, have you ever regretted it?"

"Master?" Lucius froze for a moment, and when he turned his head, he put on a gorgeous smile, as if the smile had never disappeared, "What do you regret?"

"Over the years, have you ever regretted joining the Death Eaters, regretted following me?" Dongfang Bubai lowered his head and played with the delicate bone china cup in his hand, "Have you regretted that you have damaged Malfoy's glory, and have you regretted this? Lost your new wife, regretted it, and now even Draco will be implicated?"

"I trust you, my dear master. The Mysterious Man is an omniscient and omnipotent wizard. You are Drake's godfather. I believe that you love the heir of the Malfoy family just like me." Lucius deeply He took a quick look at the dark-haired wizard who was sunk deep in the sofa, the gorgeous red fabric spread out on the silver-green sofa of the Malfoy family created a gloomy and melancholic color.But such a sincere sentence did not make the lips of the wizard on the sofa loosen at all. Lucius sighed silently, stood up and walked over.

"Lucius?" Dongfang raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise, Lucius knelt on one knee on the thick wool carpet, slowly but firmly grasped Dongfang's wrist, and pressed the slightly cool palm to his heart .

"It belongs to you, my master. I belong to you, my master. For me, whether it is life, wealth, the Malfoy family, or even the heir, I am willing to You give everything. I am not like him, my dear master. I am so eager for your charity, my soul, my life, the Malfoy family, and the wizarding world, as long as it is Whatever you want, I just want to personally dedicate it to your feet."

"Lucius, let go. I don't want to punish you." Lucius' expression was pious, and Dongfang Bubai felt slightly embarrassed by his undisguised scorching gaze. Passed over in time, making my heartbeat irregular.Such intense emotions are harmful and useless to a Veela, and overly intense emotions can even lead to the failure of potions. In such troubled times, it is definitely not something that can be accomplished in a short period of time to re-brew such a complicated potion. Task.Dongfang Bubai shook his wrist slightly, trying to withdraw his arm, but he didn't.

The excruciating pain made the body stiff, even though it was only for a short second, the heart was still throbbing violently.Lucius' eyes dimmed, his lips curled up in self-deprecating manner, and he let go of his clenched wrist.I don't know when this hot feeling sprouted, and it grew and grew little by little over a long period of time, corroding my heart when the master pampered Severus again and again, and burning when the master ignored him again and again My own soul has finally reached the point where even I can't believe it.

"Godfather, father?" The little nobleman's eyes widened slightly, and he left the room covering his mouth.

"Well, master—" Lucius was stunned, and then realized where the cool soft touch on his lips came from.The chin was forcibly lifted by the fingers, and the posture of kneeling on the ground made such an action make the whole neck feel a strong and tense pain, but the softness and delicateness felt by the tip of the tongue soothed the soreness.

"Lucius, wait for me." A hoarse voice slid past his ears, the voice full of excitement made Lucius feel a physical pain in his body, "When I finish this matter, I will Give you a name."

Give me a credit?The platinum nobleman slowly regained his sanity from the lingering deep kiss, and subconsciously raised the corners of his eyes to refute this ridiculous promise.Even if Patriarch Malfoy is willing to compromise his glory because of love, it doesn't mean that a Slytherin wizard is willing to be treated as a witch!

The fire in the fireplace was flickering, a thin trace of silver saliva slipped from the corner of the owner's cherry-colored lips, water stains meandered on the white chin, and there was a bright smile on the glistening lips. dent marks.Lucius took a deep breath and had to admit that his willpower was getting weaker and weaker.

The platinum aristocrat lingered in the bathroom for more than an hour, which made it impossible for Drake to see the darkness when he visited Germany for the first time.Nurmengard's castle was uncharacteristically brightly lit, and Karkaroff greeted the three of them outside the forest with a lantern.

"Mr. Greenwald is already waiting for your arrival, master." Karkaroff hasn't changed much, except that he has grown a long beard, which makes his handsome face look old, " Long time no see, Lucius, is this your son?"

"Draco Malfoy. It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Principal Karkaroff." Drake was already wrapped into a bun, and he could only stretch out his fingers to touch Karkaroff's fingertips with difficulty, shaking Swingingly, he followed the adults to the castle.

"You seem to be in a good mood, Lucius." The house elf led the way, and Karkaroff stayed at the end to take care of the faltering little nobleman. He looked at Lucius back and forth, and finally pressed I can't bear my curiosity.He also knows a thing or two about the reason why the master visited Nurmengard this time. Even as a German wizard who has long been accustomed to dark creatures, it is difficult to maintain such a bright smile after learning that the heir has been hunted down by blood clans. .

"The Malfoy family is not afraid of any threats, Karkaroff." Lucius coughed lightly, glanced at Draco who was walking beside him, stretched out his hand and took his son's fingers and walked forward without understanding.

Just as Karkaroff speculated, the reason Dongfang Bubai visited Nurmengard this time was because of the mysterious blood race's pursuit of Drake.Blood clans capable of invisibility are everywhere. To deal with such a threat, the little noble has only one suitable bodyguard, and that is Fenrir Greyback, the leader of the werewolf who was pledged to Gellert back then.

Dongfang Bubai slightly raised his eyebrows and looked at the two wizards in the room. Greenwald was wearing a thick uniform robe, which was obviously ready for a trip, and several suitcases in the corner of the room had already been tied up with ropes. for handling.

"Joyce came to see me." The old wizard coughed, as if he was exhausted from staying up all night, and he waved his hand to signal for everyone to sit down before continuing, "I think Joyce has put the old wand give it to you."

Dongfang Bubai looked at the wizard in front of him calmly, without nodding or shaking his head, "I need Fenrir to do something."

"Only by killing the previous owner, the Elder Wand will truly recognize its owner. I am not the owner of the Elder Wand, nor is Albus. Someone took Gregorovich from the dungeon. I feel that there are not many people who can do this.” Gellert took a deep look at Dongfang Bubai, and seemed to be able to get the answer he wanted from the red cloth embroidered with patterns, “Where is the magic power of the Elder Wand? How powerful, even if I have used it myself, I can't draw conclusions. Over the centuries, countless great wizards have died from the curse of the Elder Wand, and any wizard who wants to control this wand ends up becoming the wand's master slave."

"The great master Slytherin will never be controlled by a magic wand!" Fenrir moved his body restlessly, and suddenly stood up, "Master, please allow me to return to England, I must kill Deng with my own hands!" Bullido, revenge for you!"

"Mr. Greenwald?" Dongfang Bubai's gaze stayed on Fenrir's ferocious expression for a few seconds, and he turned his face slightly to ask Gellert for his opinion.There must have been some disagreement between Gator and Fenrir, who had never learned the art of hiding his expression from Slytherin wizards.

"Of course." The old wizard nodded graciously, pointing to the suitcase in the corner, "You can leave anytime. If you don't mind, the elderly at my age should go to sleep now."

"Actually, I still have a doubt that I hope can be answered." Lucius and Fenrir had already stood up, and Karkaroff had already stood outside the door and lit a candle.Dongfang Bubai brushed off his sleeves, and suddenly turned his face to examine the blue eyes of the old wizard, "Why did you imprison Nurmengard yourself back then. What agreement was reached between you and Dumbledore?"

A faint cold wind blowing in from the window made the candlelight in the room dim, Gellert's exhausted face slowly stiffened, but he still managed to pull out a smile from the corner of his mouth, "I originally thought that today you would not propose This question, although, I know that one day, you will find the answer."