[Comprehensive Manga] The good year of making copies

The hall of the Malfoy house was, as always, a slightly cold silver-green tone.

The layout of the hall doesn't seem to have changed much from the last visit - at least Xia Chuan can dig out a sense of familiarity from his mind.

The Malfoy family always paid attention to every detail and corner. The decoration of the hall always makes people feel comfortable at first glance. Looking out from the window is a sky dyed red by the setting sun.

Xia Chuan remembered that in the past, what came out of the window was a field of delicate and blooming tulips, but now it was a few white peacocks strolling leisurely on the grass, with smooth and shiny feathers, apparently well-raised.

At this moment, the elf didn't have the heart to study the changes in the Malfoy family in the past 50 years.

The Horcrux exploration tool that had been lying quietly in his backpack suddenly moved!

Xia Chuan looked at the 3D schematic map mapped on the props, and recalled that the place where the target was located was in the study where he used to stay most often.

The owner of the manor soon discovered the guest's visit and reached the hall with great speed.

In the eyes of the nobles, it is very rude to go to a noble's house without first posting a greeting card, but in Xia Chuan's view, this etiquette is completely unnecessary.

Xia Chuan sized up the noble lady who came down from upstairs, and said bluntly under the arrogant and dissatisfied expression of the other party: "I'm looking for Aurierno Malfoy."

Narcissa Malfoy's face immediately pulled down, but for this stranger who was able to reach Malfoy's house through the fireplace, she still maintained the tolerance and restraint that Malfoy should have, "Grandfather has been summoned by Merlin for many years. "

—she saw it, the magic words on the fireplace said the Hogwarts Potions Office.

Those who can come through Severus deserve her to treat them politely.

"Then, I'll look for his portrait." Xia Chuan looked at the graceful Mistress Malfoy, and had nothing to do.

He knew the location of the Malfoy family clan. Although his memory was a little fuzzy, the Malfoy house, which was very far away in the eyes of others, was an ascertained map. It should be mysterious.

With his current ability, it was only a blink of an eye to calm down the witch in front of him, and now the defense formation of the Malfoy family could not hinder him at all.

"Sir, this is a very disrespectful thing! Please maintain a certain amount of respect for the Malfoy family!" Narcissa Malfoy really wanted to cast a curse on the expressionless and calm young man in front of him. Disrespectful remarks to noble ancestors are much more serious than insulting them themselves!

At the same time, she used a magic tool to notify her husband who was busy outside, and the masters of the Malfoy family to come back.

As for Xia Chuan, he did an even more outrageous thing with a deadpan face—raised his beautiful right hand to pick his ear, and said in an old-fashioned tone: "I just want to see my old friend, little girl .”

Then he ignored the Malfoy mistress, and disappeared down the hall in a flash under the frowning stare of Narcissa Malfoy.

Narcissa was startled, and immediately sounded the alarm and opened the magic circle of Malfoy's house. At the same time, she made a note of Snape who was staying at Hogwarts, and ran towards the place where the magic circle reacted.

The portraits that had been silent in the clan began to move.

……

It was a pleasant surprise for Xia Chuan to be able to advance the main task. Standing in front of the study, he easily broke through the defense of the study.

There is still a faint smell of parchment in the study, which cannot be concealed even if sprinkled with more spices.

Xia Chuan has long given up on changing the wizard nobles who have always adhered to the old habits - in terms of food and clothing.

The study room is where Xia Chuan stayed most often in Malfoy's house, or it could be said that Xia Chuan was most impressed by this overly peaceful dungeon.

After all, most of the four years were spent in this study.

As the familiar scene unfolded, the memory of this place was revealed bit by bit.

After 50 years, the layout of the study has not changed at all.Xia Chuan curled the corners of his mouth inexplicably, smoothed it off in an instant, and groped along the direction marked by the explorer.

"Glad...to meet you again, Xia Chuan."

The young man who was named paused, turned his head to look at a landscape painting of a rose field, but a picture of a person walked out of it, and nodded in the same way: "Long time no see, Olierno."

The man in the portrait is a little shallower than Xia Chuan's memory and hasn't changed much—his beautiful platinum-blond hair is still shiny and smooth, and he is meticulous in obedience, except for some small lines between his eyebrows and eyes There were not many changes, even the leisurely posture of holding black tea seemed familiar to Xia Chuan.

"I didn't expect you to come back." The former Patriarch Malfoy put down the black tea in his hand, lowered his head slightly and rubbed the back of his hand, his calm eyes showed no other colors.

After Xia Chuan said hello, he looked at him for a moment, seeing that he seemed to have no intention of continuing, so he continued with the previous work.

Compared with reminiscing with old friends, he hopes to complete the task quickly after meeting the real old people.

Aurierno Malfoy looked at the back of the young man. The elf that he had longed for before he died was still so beautiful and delicate, and still so indifferent. 50 years had left no trace on the elf. .The same mid-length black hair, the same cold eyes, the same nimble and light steps, and the same admirable calmness.

When he was within reach, he always thought that elves had a long lifespan and didn't need to rush to seize them to frighten the other party, but now he can only be bound in this limited world and watch Xia Chuan leave his sight little by little.

Malfoy's line of sight was not covered, and the elf didn't care about this kind of non-malicious scrutiny, and in the eyes of the elf, the owner of that line of sight had a pretty good relationship with him—although the column of favorability of Orielno's The name is gone.

When Xia Chuan's hand touched a black hardcover notebook, he kept wandering among the books and put it down.

【Mission: Go Home】

Trigger the main line ([-]): Horcrux experiment results confirmed.

Task prompt: Tom Marvolo Riddle.

Main line completion: 28% (2/7)

Mission Completion: 70%

Mission Reward: Hidden.

"Olierno." Xia Chuan glanced at Malfoy's current hostess standing at the door, who was stopped by Olierno, and turned his gaze back to the portrait not far away, and met Malfoy calmly and calmly. eyes, "I think, now you can tell me what a Horcrux is."

He pulled out the notebook, which didn't quite fit most of the books in Malfoy's bookcase, and shook it, "Horcruxes." Then he added, "Tom's."

Olierno's movements froze slightly, but the slightness did not escape Xia Chuan's eyes.

Narcissa Malfoy looked at the young man who had a happy conversation with Senior Malfoy, retreated in understanding, and closed the study door by the way.

"I don't know why he made this, and I don't know exactly what the Horcrux is like...but I know it's not very good." Xia Chuan put the notebook on the desk, opened it and found it was blank.

The paper of the notebook was already a little wrinkled, Xia Chuan couldn't figure out why the current Malfoy didn't throw away this thing that didn't conform to the aesthetics of the Malfoy family.

But it just happened that he didn't throw it away, otherwise he might have a lot of trouble to complete the main storyline.

"..." Olierno moved his lips, and finally nodded: "It's really not a good thing... Before the Middle Ages, wizards who were made into Horcruxes would eventually be reduced to other people's puppets, ignorant all day long, irrational but powerful. A powerful puppet. In the Middle Ages, it was a suicide move that killed everything."

"The period of witch hunting in the Middle Ages was the peak period of Horcrux production." Olierno organized the language and searched his memory, "Soul separation can eliminate the mixed power in the soul to achieve the purpose of purification, and at the same time weaken The sanity of the Horcrux maker."

Fortunately, because Xia Chuan has been searching for Horcruxes for four years, he also has a deep understanding of Horcruxes.

"Most wizards will choose to split one or two horcruxes to become stronger when they can't protect themselves. If there are more than two horcruxes, their souls will gradually weaken until they dissipate. It will affect their sanity. Therefore, in the eyes of most people, wizards are crazy and paranoid, powerful and full of danger."

"If it weren't for being forced to nowhere, wizards would never make Horcruxes."

To sum it up: Is it an idiot who makes Horcruxes in this peaceful era, an idiot or an idiot?

Xia Chuan was quite depressed, Tom was definitely not an idiot, "Why did he want to make Horcruxes? I think what I left him is enough to satisfy most of his wishes."

"I suggest you ask him yourself—you see, he's in your hands."

This sounds a little weird.

Xia Chuan paused, and suddenly realized that the completion of this main line is calculated according to the Horcruxes he has come into contact with? !That……

one seventh……

one-third

one……

one……

What the hell!

Xia Chuan glanced at Olierno, pursed his lips and coughed lightly, and asked with a sense of powerlessness and resignation: "Then... what if there are more than three?"

Olierno glanced at Xia Chuan, then at the notebook in his hand, and then he suddenly realized, and said calmly, "Wait for death."

"..."

Xia Chuan looked at the notebook in his hand, took a deep breath, "Can you expect him to recover?"

"No one has studied it."

The elf let out a cry, picked up the quill pen beside the desk, opened the notebook and wrote three letters, with vigorous strokes that pierced through the back of the paper.

—Tom.

bad boy!Call you naughty!Take it off! ! !