[Comprehensive] There is a small beggar among us

Sewell carefully took the crystal ball Lucius gave him.

"Just hold it, if there is a change in the crystal ball, there will be magic power."

Sewell was a little nervous, clenched it foolishly, and soon saw the crystal ball start to bubble from the bottom, the bubble quickly became bigger and finally burst.

"Okay." Both Lucius and Narcissa breathed a sigh of relief. They took back the crystal ball and put it on the shelf next to it.Lucius' popular science in a good mood: "The images in the crystal ball will be affected by the magic characteristics."

Sewell laughed "haha" for two lifetimes, what is the characteristic of the confused thinking bubble...

"You just have to remember it and tell that old man Ollivander." Draco rolled his eyes angrily at the side: "It is said that this can reduce the number of times you fail to choose a wand."

Sewell remembered the description of buying a wand—it was a disaster. He couldn't help but nodded thoughtfully. Lucius frowned slightly, obviously satisfied with his son's attitude, and ordered in a drawn-out tone: "Draco, take your brother around."

"Brother?" Draco showed a look of eating a slug, and was defeated by his father's eyes, and waved his hand in compromise: "Let's go, follow us and don't get lost." Draco Malfoy raised his eyebrows Raising eyebrows, he looked at Sewell with a half-smile.Said sarcastically——

"younger brother--"

The following week, 'Voldemort was caught breaking into the Ministry of Magic', the news bombarded the front page of the Daily Prophet.It is worth noting that in the past year, under Fudge's coercion and lure, this newspaper resolutely opposed Voldemort's return, turned a blind eye to all kinds of evidence, and attacked Harry and publicized Dumbledore as an old fool.

The fact that Voldemort broke into the Ministry of Magic gave Fudge a severe slap in the face. Anyone who cares a little bit about politics knows that he can't hold the position of minister for long, and now Fudge still has the position of minister on his head The reason is simply that there are too many people to withdraw, and one person is needed to superficially preside over the overall situation—in the Battle of the Ministry of Magic, in addition to Voldemort, a large number of Death Eaters were arrested, and they confessed that many were placed in Many of the spies of the Ministry of Magic are already in high positions.

Undoubtedly, in the next few months, the Ministry of Magic will usher in the biggest reshuffle in recent decades.

"And I'll go one step further." Lucius said slowly at the dining table during breakfast one day.

Sewell ate the apple pie, but found that Lucius didn't have much complacency on his face—this was quite different from Malfoy's show-off personality, so he couldn't help being surprised.

Lucius was indeed a little depressed. Sewell's testimony alone was not enough to make the Malfoy family retreat, even if the facts he fabricated were more pleasant.

So he made a deal with Dumbledore - he, Lucius Malfoy, would privately appease the remnants of the Death Eaters, reduce the remnants' counterattack, and provide as much help to the Order of the Phoenix as possible in the following days, Deng Bullido testifies to him that the Malfoys were double agents before Voldemort's downfall.

Merlin bless - Lucius thought sarcastically - Azkaban does not let Voldemort escape again, otherwise he is sure that he will be the first to be killed by Avada.

Three days later, Sewell stepped onto the Wizengamot, the highest court of wizards.

Before going to court, Lucius rarely made himself shine. He smirked at Sewell and confessed for the last time: "Son, do you remember everything?"

"Of course Dad." Sewell held his head high.

"you are me--?"

"Drunken illegitimate child."

"Mom is—?"

"A noble lady from the east is no longer in this world."

"When I was young--?"

"Learn magic in the East."

"When did you return to England?"

"Two years ago."

"reason?"

"Dad said Britain is a mess, let me come back and see if there is anything I can do to help." Sewell said nonsense with a pair of clear and transparent eyes.

"Well," Lucius nodded pretendingly, "Eastern spells are completely different from Western ones."

"Why did that time appear in the Ministry of Magic—?"

"Come to deliver food to Dad, and then saw a lot of strange people fighting."

"Recalling what Dad said before," Sewell said with his hands behind his back, his chin angled like a noble young master: "I ran to help."

"Good son," Lucius added triumphantly, "I saved Sirius Black, helped him capture Bella Lancetrange, and defeated the mysterious man when Dumbledore was helpless."

The father and son looked at each other and smiled, the scene was warm.

Sewell's heart became more at ease, and after he relaxed, he felt a little stuffy in his chest. He was wearing the clothes that Narcissa specially picked out for him today, and the buttons were buttoned to the top. Sewell secretly pulled the collar, in exchange for Lucius gave a stern glance, and he stood upright in shock, wanting to cry.

Oh no—he suddenly realized what it meant to be adopted by the Malfoy family, his face changed drastically, and he screamed in despair—am I going to be a pretending nobleman in the future?

Sewell contemplated a life buttoned to the top, and painfully discovered that he was starting to regret——

Is it too late to go to Dumbledore now?

The trial did not surprise anyone, and Malfoy easily got rid of his status as a Death Eater.When he walked out of the court, Sewell was stopped by a handsome black-haired man: "Seville!" Sirius ran over panting, and grabbed the savior: "Dumbledore said that you were taken away by Malfoy voluntarily." Yes, you—" He glanced at Lucius, moved his lips, and finally swallowed back the words that came out of his throat, and muttered in a dejected, soft and firm voice: "The Malfoy family are all Death Eaters, don't you cheated."

Seeing his cautious actions, Sewell couldn't help but look sympathetic. It was obvious that Dumbledore must have warned Sirius severely before going out—otherwise he would have started arguing and fighting.

"I won't be cheated." Sewell smiled reassuringly: "It's dad who should be careful not to be cheated of money by me."

Regarding this, Lucius glanced at him with a half-smile: "Oh son, I can give you a bath with Galleon."

Sirius, who had been ordered by Dumbledore for a long time, curled his lips and decided to ignore Lucius, staring at the blond boy: "If it's because of life problems, I can, I mean, I can also raise you. "

"No need, Mr. Black." Sewell showed a cute smile: "You don't need to care so much."

"Call me Sirius." Sirius was a little disappointed. He seemed to be doing something for this savior, but he didn't even know how to communicate normally—it was all the fault of the damned Malfoy.

Suddenly he turned into a huge black dog, circling Sewell a few times, barking obsequiously, and finally sticking out a paw.

Sewell looked at the claw in surprise, at a loss.

"Son," Lucius proudly repeated the title that most irritated Black: "I think Mr. Black wants to shake hands with you." He taunted in an opera-like manner: "It seems that after being a dog for a long time, I forgot How to be a human being."

The big black dog froze for a moment, and still insisted on stretching out a paw in disdain. Sewell quickly hugged the huge paw with both hands, and shook it: "Mr. Black?"

"Oooohooooooowowowowow!" Call me Sirius!

"Sirius?" Sewell asked tentatively.

"Wow woof - woo woo ow -!"

Back home, looking at Narcissa who was flipping through "Witch Weekly" and preparing to order clothes for the next social season, Sewell felt that his head was big-as an upright boy bathed in the glory of sex and eager to eat a big pot, he was not sure about himself. Is it possible to meet the requirements of aristocratic etiquette? Is it possible to have the same training as Madam Rong gave to Little Swallow?

He didn't want to embarrass the Malfoys, and he didn't want to be different - but honestly, he didn't want to be too...pretentious.Sewell, who was tangled in his heart, turned his head and stared at Draco secretly.

Draco was flipping through a notebook with an indifferent face, turning his head from time to time to answer Narcissa's questions and giving his own opinions.After being stared at for a while, Draco frowned and looked at Sewell, and said angrily: "If I don't have Galleon on my face, can you stop your stupid behavior of staring at me? You interrupted my review .” He dragged each tone and said mockingly: “My brother?”

Sewell shivered from nausea, and said in a gesture of surrender with his hands: "I'm just very distressed...Draco." He glanced at Draco cautiously, with a hint of asking for help: "You know, I I haven't received etiquette education before, I'm afraid I can't pretend all the time..."

"Pretentious? Etiquette is a behavior that is engraved in the bones!" Draco's expression seemed to be offended, he raised his voice and shouted, this was in exchange for Narcissa's eyes of disapproval, she waved her wand impatiently, and summoned a group of people. This new magazine: "Don't scream at your brother, honey, since it's sunny outside, I think it's better for the two of you to go out and bask in the sun and talk."

"Who wants to talk to him." Draco flipped through the notes impatiently: "Mom, I want to review."

"You don't need to review. Your father has already asked you to leave. You don't need to go back to Hogwarts this semester. The professors at Hogwarts have gone to the Ministry of Magic to help too much, and many students have been injured. The final exam of this semester It's also canceled, and it will be replaced with a final paper." Narcissa reached out and closed the note in Draco's hand, and ordered: "Now, go out to bask in the sun." She looked sharply at her dear son: "I don't have to Not to mention, you are really too thin."

"I don't." Draco retorted subconsciously, but he didn't open it again. He stood up in compromise: "Okay, I'm going to go out and fly a broom for a while."

"Bring your brother," Narcissa said unquestionably, "I know, your broom can carry a person."

"Merlin... leading someone?" Draco closed his eyes in despair, and opened them after a while, his light gray eyes turned to Sewell with interest: "Speaking of which,"

"How old are you?"