The leader of HP arrives

"I originally thought that you would not ask this question today, although I know that one day you will find the answer." Gellert slowly put down his glass and stood up, taking a deep look at Dongfang Bubai , "But I can't tell you."

Drake's safety was completely guaranteed. The trip to Germany not only brought back a pure-blood werewolf, but also a former Dark Lord as a gift.With such two authoritative dark wizards sitting in Malfoy Manor and a pure-blooded werewolf comparable to Radar, the Blood Race undoubtedly needs to carefully consider the consequences of sneaking into the manor without authorization.

"Lucius."

"Good night, my dear master." Lucius closed the heavy parchment in his hand, struggled to stand up from the rocking chair, "It's a quarter past two in the morning, I can venture to guess that you need a bed partner to sleep peacefully Is it?"

"I can't sleep." Dongfang reached out and took out the parchment in Lucius's hand. The title of Greenwald's love story was written on the cover. He chuckled lightly and stuffed the heavy parchment back into Lucius's hand.

"I suppose a whiskey will bring you sleepy, or would you like a glass of warm milk?"

The corner of Lucius' mouth twitched, but he still didn't explain that he was not out of gossip, but wanted to find clues to the mysterious agreement between Grinwald and Dumbledore.After all, it is not easy to dig out secrets that he does not want to tell from the mouth of a determined German dark wizard, not to mention that this dark wizard is Greenwald himself.Lucius threw the parchment back on the table, turned and walked towards the specially prepared wine cabinet in the study, but a pair of arms stopped the platinum nobleman in his footsteps.

"Master?" Lucius hesitated and wanted to turn around, but the arm clasped around his waist restrained his movements.The strong smell of wine lingers on the neck, which is not common, and the owner is rarely drunk despite the good wine.

"Lucius, I'm tired." Lucius was much stronger than he looked, and his height in his arms was just enough to rest his chin on his shoulders, so Dongfang Bubai yawned lightly, and After doing so, "I feel hungry."

This is by no means what a sane, sane mystic should say.Lucius sighed silently. Obviously, not only did the master not get drunk Greenwald got the secret from him, but he paid himself for it.He could only break off the fingers clasped around his waist one by one, and pushed the innocent-looking wizard back onto the rocking chair.

The wizard on the chair was sitting upright, but the bathrobe that had just been bathed was a bit damp, and the clear lines on the lower abdomen were clearly outlined by the candlelight.Lucius swallowed, knocked on the table and summoned the house-elf to deliver oatmeal with star mint leaves.The oatmeal was very hot and exuded a fresh aroma. The platinum aristocrat, who is well versed in raising children, stirred it with a spoon for a while, then scooped up a spoonful and brought it to Dongfang's lips to test the temperature. Finally, he brought the spoon to Dongfang's lips.

"I'm not drunk." Dongfang slightly curled the corner of his lips, glanced at Lucius critically, but obediently swallowed the spoonful of oatmeal, "I just drank Gellert a few times. "

Lucius paused with his hand, but drunk people usually emphasize that they are not drunk. The platinum noble inspected for a while, but still couldn't tell whether the wizard in front of him was really sober.

"I just didn't expect that Gellert would fall in love with a werewolf—" Dongfang couldn't help laughing a few times, and the rocking chair started to shake. "I really look forward to Dumbledore's expression."

Such an inexplicable topic, obviously really drunk.Lucius blinked, finally confirming his deduction.The shaking chair moved the black-haired wizard's bathrobe, and the shallow collarbone was exposed from under the fabric, with a bit of moisture, the platinum noble was in a trance, but he was already unable to control himself.

"Lucius?" Dongfang Bubai raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise, Lucius' lips smelled of mint, his platinum-blond hair fell down, and the tips of his hair caused a slight itching on his shoulders.

"Here I am, my master." The word drunkenness came to Lucius's mind, and then lingeringly occupied the whole brain.But he loves the wizard deeply but is a cold and mysterious person. The platinum nobleman had to hesitate for a moment to think about the dire consequences that such a reckless move might have.

"Lucius—you want it?" Dongfang Bubai was a little drunk, but his mind was still clear, at least he could distinguish the scorching heat pressing against his lower abdomen, and the emotional expression of the platinum nobleman.Veela has always had poor self-control. He still remembers the description in the book that Veela will have a strong impulse due to slight teasing. Therefore, Veela blood was used by many witches in the last century as one of the ingredients for a love potion. one.

Lucius could feel that his face was flushing, and anyone would feel embarrassed if this kind of cryptic * was asked in a serious voice.But he couldn't refute. His slightly cool fingers had penetrated into the robe and grasped the scorching evidence. He could only take a deep breath and hold the armrest of the rocking chair tightly.

"Master, please allow me to leave—" Please allow me to leave for a while, Lucius wanted to say this, but was choked back with a groan.

Dongfang Bubai chuckled lightly, sat on his knees while holding the platinum noble who had been pulled into his arms, and fumbled away Lucius' belt with one hand.The platinum noble groaned, and obediently opened his thighs following Dongfang's palm.This is a humiliating position, being held on the lap like a toddler, with the legs wide open.

There was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the door, echoing hollowly in the silent early morning.Dongfang Bubai paused for a moment, as if he wanted to retract his fingers.

"It's just a house elf. It's time to prepare breakfast." Lucius explained pantingly, reaching out to hold Dongfang's wrist, "Don't stop, my dear master."

The corners of Lucius' eyes and brows were full of desire and dissatisfaction. Such a platinum aristocrat almost had a fascinating beauty.Dongfang subconsciously kissed the sweaty forehead of the platinum nobleman, cast a confinement spell on the door, and obeyed such arrogant instructions.

But the Imprisonment Curse is not effective against any wizard, at least it lacks sufficient deterrent effect on the hangover former Dark Lord.

"Mr. Greenwald, I originally thought that the life of Nurmengard could precipitate your wisdom. Obviously, the long time has only sharpened your etiquette." The sound of the door being pushed open caused Lucius to tremble all over his body. Lin, Fenrir rushed in first, Dongfang withdrew his fingers calmly, letting a few strands of cloudy white liquid drip onto the bathrobe.

"Master—Lucius, you—" The scene in front of you was a bit too stimulating for the werewolf's simple thinking, Fenrir stared at Lucius with difficulty, and struggled to organize his words, "You and Master—you—”

This awkward atmosphere did not last long, and the reasons why Greenwald allowed Fenrir to rush into the study were not entirely personal.A Daily Prophet was spread out on the desk, and the red headline on the front page was bright and dazzling: Four Death Eaters escaped from Azkaban last night, and their whereabouts are still unknown.

Wanting to escape from Azkaban is a fantasy for most wizards. Except for Dumbledore, the mysterious man who relies on his own powerful magic pressure to suppress the dementors, most wizards will be under the influence of the dementors. Feeling scared and powerless.Long-term torture by dementors will gradually make the wizard lose his mind, and finally become a walking dead without thinking ability, which is basically the end of all prisoners of Azkaban.

"A wizard from the Black family?" Dongfang raised his eyebrows slightly. Apart from Bellatrix and Regulus, he couldn't think of any wizards from the Black family being sent to Azkaban.

"Rodolphus Lestrange and Sirius Black have also been arrested." Lucius flipped through a few pages of large reports from the Daily Prophet, and threw the papers back on the table. Most of the reports were high-sounding To reassure the people that there is nothing to worry about, there are no useful clues," Regulus was in charge of hunting down Peter Pedilu after he escaped from the dungeon of the manor. There was a battle in the melon world. The Muggle newspapers had reported on this day that there had been a gas explosion in that street. The whole street was blown up so that there was nothing in Oro except for one of Pedirou's fingers. Couldn't find it. After Oro found Sirius and Regulus nearby, the Order of the Phoenix seems to think that Sirius Black is a sleeper Death Eater spy, because the Black brothers were sent to the Azkaban."

"It's been more than ten years, and Bellatrix doesn't seem like a wizard who can endure for so long." Dongfang thought of the somewhat crazy witch of the Black family. With Bella's personality, if she could escape from prison, I am afraid that it is absolutely unacceptable to stay in Azkaban for even one minute, let alone more than ten years.Something had to happen in Azkaban, something that forced them to leave the prison, or something that allowed them to get rid of the dementors.

"Father, Godfather, Mr. Greenwald, Fenrir, good morning." The little nobleman walked down the stairs sleepily and sat down at the dining table, not noticing the frowns of the adults.The cold weather of Christmas is a good season for little wizards who are growing up to sleep in. Even Draco is no exception.

The house-elf delivered the late morning in no time, and a delicate parchment envelope beside the plate caught Draco's attention.A familiar name was written on it in dark green ink, Blaise Zabini.

"Who wrote to you, Draco?" The arrival of Draco made the adult wizards temporarily stop discussing Azkaban, and Lucius was finally able to focus on his son.

"It's Zabini, father." Draco pulled out a Daily Prophet from the envelope, glanced at it and threw it on the table with disdain, "Zabini is on vacation in Egypt, and met the Weasley family there. Listen Said Weasley had won a prize of five hundred Galleons for the Daily Prophet."

A photo was published in the Daily Prophet, a group of red-haired wizards in silly Egyptian robes stood in front of the pyramid for a group photo, and a bald mouse was ridiculously lying on top of the Weasley family's youngest son, like a crown Ornaments on outdated hats.

The corners of Lucius' lips twitched, and he was about to make a harsh comment, but his eyes suddenly stopped on the fat and ugly gray mouse.This mouse looked somewhat familiar, as if it had been seen somewhere before, maybe all gray mice looked alike, but Lucius never doubted the excellent memory of the Malfoy family.

The Animagus imprisoned in the cage by Albert seemed to have similar terrified eyes. Lucius slowly read a name, a wizard who should have died long ago: "Peter Pedilu .”