HP Doujin-Time

Little Mr. Malfoy didn't know about the fact that both the Minister of Magic and the Deputy Minister used Muggle phones, but he wasn't very surprised that Mr. Potter took out his phone. After all, Mr. Potter was very familiar with Muggle life.

Ms. Granger certainly didn't just appear out of nowhere.Little Mr. Malfoy saw the black-haired youth hang up the phone, and immediately went out to call his adoptive parents into the house, indicating that they had finished talking.

The Feltons didn't ask about the content of the mysterious conversation between the two, and the gentle lady went into the house to continue preparing tea, and Mr. Potter began to chat with Mr. Felton about Tom Felton's childhood embarrassment.

Although he knew that these things were not true, the black-haired young man still listened very enthusiastically, causing the little Mr. Malfoy who didn't care at all to become angry: "Dad, don't tell him these things, when did this happen."

But Mr. Felton said: "What can't be said? You did a lot of bad things when you were young. You were so naughty. Who knew that you became quiet when you grew up."

"How quiet is it?" Mrs. Felton brought out the tea. "I don't think it's so quiet."

"Mum!" Little Mr. Malfoy resented.

"Hahahaha——" Our minister was very happy to see them bickering.

Little Mr. Malfoy was about to confess him when he heard the sound of a car horn outside the door.

"I guess Mione's here." Mr. Potter stood up and went to open the door.

Sure enough, Ms. Hermione Granger arrived in a car driven by the Director of Muggle Affairs, Mr. Wesley.

"I didn't expect her to appear like this." Little Mr. Malfoy saw it and muttered.

"There is more than one thing that you can't think of." The tall, brown-haired lady looked very proud.

The director of the Department of Muggle Affairs, a big red-haired man, was a little embarrassed: "Is it okay if I park the car at the door?"

"Oh, that's all right." Mr. Felton replied, "You're Tom's friend too?"

Mr. Wesley looked left and right, and Ms. Granger glared at him, which made him quickly remember that Ms. Deputy Minister had confessed to him that Tom was his former noble classmate, Mr. Draco Malfoy.

"Well, maybe," he didn't want to agree that he was a friend of the white ferret, and replied vaguely: "I'm just a driver."

"Come on Ron!" Ms. Granger was rather displeased with her rock-hard friend. "I didn't call you here to argue."

After she finished speaking, she smiled and said to the Feltons: "Hello, we met in the cafe yesterday. This is Malfoy, I mean Tom's friend. His name is Ron. We heard from Harry that you are going home. I want to come and have a look and learn about Tom's previous life."

"Welcome, welcome. Sit down and I'll pour you tea." Mrs. Felton was like most parents. She was very happy to see her son had many friends.

Hermione smiled, winked at the other three, and pulled out her wand.

"Petrify everything!" She and Mr. Potter cast the spell at the same time.

The Feltons were immediately locked in place, unable to move.

Little Mr. Malfoy protested: "You can't do that to my parents!"

"Can you think of a better way? I don't want to treat them like this, but we don't have time." Ms. Granger answered him. "Don't worry, I'll give them 'forget it'."

Little Mr. Malfoy pursed his lips and said nothing.

"Draco, let's figure out what happened as soon as possible, and then we can get everything back to normal. It will definitely not affect the normal life of Mr. and Mrs. Felton." Mr. Potter held his shoulder.

Mr. Wesley was almost stunned by this scene. He pointed to the two to signal to the only lady in the trio, but the lady gave her a hard look, and he had to swallow what he wanted to say.

"Come on, Ron, get your tools out, don't delay," said the lady ferociously.

"What tool?" Little Mr. Malfoy, who had to compromise, asked the dark-haired youth beside him.

"Haha," before Mr. Potter could answer, Mr. Weasley rushed forward, "Sable, let me show you my newly invented magic tool, which is a more sensitive instrument than detecting magic, and can detect any weak magic power Waves and strange energies."

The red-haired youth said as he took out an instrument that looked like a Muggle TV remote control, with a glass-covered instrument panel on it: "And it can also find out the source of energy." He added.

Little Mr. Malfoy, known as Ermine, just smiled disdainfully.

Mr. Wesley turned on the switch on the instrument, and the pointer on this seemingly reliable "remote control" turned continuously. It was not the kind of crazy rotation, but clockwise at a constant speed that was visible to the naked eye. move.

Little Mr. Malfoy raised his head for a look, the corners of his mouth curled up: "Then Wesley, tell me what this means?"

Mr. Wesley adjusted the angle of the remote control. Seeing that the pointer was still moving slowly at a constant speed, he cleared his throat and replied as confidently as possible: "This means that this room itself is a source of energy."

"Hey," said little Mr. Malfoy, still disdainful, "in that case, go outside and try to see if the pointer points to the house—if this instrument is really as useful as you say."

"Of course!" The red-haired youth was obviously offended.Before his supervisor, Ms Granger, could speak, he stormed outside.

"Hey, don't bully Ron," the brown-haired lady said to little Mr. Malfoy.

"Which eye of yours saw me bullying him? Isn't what I said the truth?" Little Mr. Malfoy was in a good mood at the moment, "Granger, you're not very picky about boyfriends."

"Malfoy, sooner or later I'm going to avatar you." The lady said viciously.

"Welcome," smiled little Mr. Malfoy, "I guess you've been meaning to do this for a long time."

"Okay, can you two stop fighting? Let's see what Ron finds out." Mr. Potter had no choice but to stand up and smooth things over.

Little Mr. Malfoy shrugged indifferently, and called out the door, "Dear Ron, my friend, what have you found?"

Mr. Wesley had an expression that was about to throw up: "There is indeed a problem with this house. If I am not wrong, there should be at least four sources of magic power in the house, and they are distributed in different directions. Only in this way can we explain Why can't the pointer determine the direction. The energy from these sources of magic power should not be very strong."

"Well, I think we'd better go to 'time' too." Mr. Potter said after listening to his friend.

"Why?" Ms. Granger wondered.

"I have a guess. If the situation in the cafe is the same as here, I probably know what's going on."

Ms. Granger wasn't too pleased with his cryptic appearance, but Mr. Potter rarely surpassed her in matters like solving puzzles, so she didn't mind letting him get away with it.

Little Mr. Malfoy was worried about his adoptive parents and wanted to stay at home.Considering his body, Mr. Potter didn't want him to be too much trouble, so little Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger stayed, while Mr. Potter and his red-haired friend went to "time".

The author has something to say: I always forget to return the books I borrow from the library. I feel that the administrators know me, mainly because I pay the money to the same person every time. Embarrassing.