HP's return to innocence

From that day on, Drake began to be busy continuously. The people on the side of the rational Dark Lord needed to be appeased, and the people on the side of the crazy Dark Lord needed to be intimidated. Even with the cooperation of the Golden Cup, this was a great test for Drake.

And when Clayton's body was found floating under London Bridge by a few Muggles, and after it was published in the newspapers, the people on both sides became quiet——Clayton's death was tragic and hideous, and the Muggles couldn't find him. The cause of death, but any wizard who has experienced the last war can tell that he was killed by Cruciatus.

In contrast, the chaotic accounts of the Finance Department of the Ministry of Magic, the various affairs of the Malfoy family that are on the rise, and other heavy paperwork are much simpler, not to mention that the crown can be used to help without these things.

Fortunately, Narcissa took over the specific arrangement of his engagement banquet, and Draco only needed to discuss with Lucius who to send the invitation to.

After Scrimgeour tried to search Malfoy's house but failed, he didn't bother him any more. Instead, he sent Garen for compensation on the first day Draco disguised himself as Lucius at work—but It seemed that he also knew that if he didn't catch a Malfoy in the first place, then he would never try to catch Malfoy for the same reason.

It has to be said that Scrimgeour is one of the few hardliners with a brain. Unfortunately, last time he was tortured to death by Voldemort, otherwise, if he is still alive after the war and can be re-elected as the Minister of Magic, perhaps, British Magic Things won't get that bad.

Of course, this was just a flash of thought in Draco's mind, and he quickly continued to devote himself to his work.

In short, Draco, who filled his time with work every day, woke up only to find that it was already the day of his engagement banquet.

Although the original intention of this matter was that Lucius did not want his grandson to be born without any proper status, but Draco and Crown had not yet reached the legal age of marriage, so they could only let them go. got engaged.

However, the reality is that at this moment, the last time the forces in society were undercurrents were turbulent, and it happened that the Malfoy family provided a place for them to gather together, so it was very likely that this would be a war without gunpowder.This can be seen from the fact that in the past few days, people from various forces have been coming to credit, explicit or implicit wording, and asking for invitations.

Lucius discussed with Drake several times, and on the day of the engagement banquet, he would appear in person.After all, although Drake was actually the protagonist of the engagement banquet, when Hogwarts was not on holiday, the only peer who came to the engagement banquet was Alston.

And those guests didn't actually offer blessings to Draco, and maybe even from an absolute ratio, there were more people who cursed the Malfoy family in their stomachs.

Therefore, it will not be Drake who is busy this time, but Lucius, who is the head of the family.

However, Lucius' physical condition made his idea completely come to naught. The result of the combination of several Horcruxes was only to allow him to walk on the ground, and the time should not exceed half an hour, otherwise even if the wound did not open , His own physical strength could not support it.Under such circumstances, it would not be good for him or the Malfoy family to barely support himself.

Lucius could only tell Drake not to speak lightly. Compared with prophecies that are easy to find loopholes and flaws, a reserved smile or an inscrutable smile is more likely to make opponents feel pressure and friends feel trust.

Indeed, since the first guest entered the venue, the Platinum Noble has always maintained a modest and gentle smile on his face - Lucius was also a little surprised by such a smiling Draco, because such a "harmless" expression He can't do anything, even when facing his wife and children, his smile cannot lack strength and cunning, because that has become the most impossible part of his character.

However, these slight differences were not noticed by anyone except the close Malfoy family.After observing his son's communication skills from the side, Lucius left with a proud smile—of course he was not surprised by the proud smile of "Draco Malfoy".

And Drake, holding champagne, circled among the guests with ulterior motives, complimenting, mocking, listening, debating;It's just a sentence or two for a few minutes, maybe not even a word, just a movement, a look, even though most people already know to be more careful with Malfoys, they will still be at their mercy without knowing it.

Only occasionally do they realize in a cold sweat that they have fallen into a trap—the Malfoys are indeed the darlings of the social world...

At the climax of the banquet, Fudge was there, along with several senior officials from the Ministry of Magic.Although the nobles didn't have much respect for the Minister of Magic in their hearts, at least on the surface, they stopped dancing, put down their wine, and gathered at the door to welcome the highest-ranking British magician who had recently become more and more bald. those in power.

"Welcome, Minister Fudge." When the dazzling platinum aristocrat stood beside the stout and short Fudge, some people couldn't help laughing.Contrast produces beauty, and contrast also produces ugliness, and these two people are obviously a pair of strong contrast.

I don't know if the laughter was too small, or Fudge pretended not to hear, or didn't understand, in short, neither the platinum noble nor Fudge showed anything wrong.Fudge congratulated the two Malfoys with a wide smile, while the platinum noble held Fudge's hand like a good friend, talked and laughed with him as they walked to the hall, and helped him get a glass of champagne on the way.

The other guests discussed in a low voice for a while, then dispersed again, and went back to what they were supposed to do.

Fudge's recent situation is not good. Whether it is Sirius Black who escaped first, or the large group of Death Eaters who escaped from prison, there is no news. The dementors guarding Hogwarts have been united by their parents. After numerous protests, the Ministry of Magic had to borrow a spellbreaker from Gringotts to deal with the massive amount of curse letters brought by owls every day.

Another Clayton died two days ago. Although the propaganda agencies of the Ministry of Magic tried their best to suppress the facts, only ordinary people who believe that "what the newspapers say are true" would think that the magic world is still peaceful.The pressure from the top worries Fudge more than the demonstrations and protests, or the mailing of curse letters and shouting letters.

Someone had suggested a long time ago that he should come to Lucius Malfoy, but last time he put Lucius together and clearly agreed to cooperate with him, but Fudge didn't even give a warning, and just fought with those nobles and old-fashioned forces. They teamed up, but they often caused trouble for Lucius.

Besides, Fudge himself doesn’t like Lucius Malfoy either—some people describe Fudge as a dirty politician and speculator, but they all ignore that Fudge is actually a little guy who worked his way up from the bottom .

He doesn't have a prominent family background, he just comes from an ordinary pure-blood family, and he can even be considered poor. Like a clown - so Fudge actually heard it.

That's why, at the beginning, he and Dumbledore would be in the same group, and he was jealous and even hated those heaven's favored ones.It wasn't until he was tired of Dumbledore's dictating that he turned to cooperate with the nobles, but he still subconsciously found trouble for Lucius, because the platinum noble was the most outstanding son of heaven.

If it wasn't for helplessness, he still wouldn't take the initiative to show his favor to Malfoy, but the reality told him that now was the most helpless time.

Drake and Fudge flattered and flattered each other, in the eyes of others it was just some useless nonsense, but in fact Drake was able to get enough information from these words - Fudge was subdued, Fudge was asking for help, or cooperate.

But of course Drake didn't make any promises to him, it was his father's decision, and, Drake didn't like this guy at first, he didn't forget that the original fifth grade was the first time he shut his father Into Azkaban.If possible, he would like this old guy to go in for a tour.

As for Draco's avoidance, although Fudge was a little annoyed, he also knew that it was useless to continue pestering in today's situation, and in the end he could only leave full of anger.

After ten o'clock, Drake saw off the last guest, returned to the lobby, found a random chair and sat on it.When he was standing and walking just now, his legs were stiff and numb, but after sitting down, they were sore and painful, and the pair of shoes that fit him well seemed to have suddenly become one size smaller.

"Massaging with this and then taking a hot bath will make you feel better." Narcissa patted Draco on the shoulder and handed him a small bottle of essential oil.

"How is father, mother?"

"He wanted to talk to you after it was over, but his wound obviously couldn't agree with that, so now he's medicated and asleep."

Draco nodded: "Then I'll go back to my room too, good night, mother."

"Good night, I'm proud of you, my little dragon." Narcissa kissed Drake's forehead, which was a bit weird, after all, the effect of the compound potion on Drake's body has not disappeared, but that's just the appearance, the emotion inside , as long as they know it themselves.

Back in his room, Draco drank the neutralizer from the Polyjuice Potion.And according to what Narcissa said, after giving her feet a simple massage, she soaked her whole body in the bathtub.Just as his head was leaning against the edge of the bath and he was drowsy from the heat, a pair of hands rested on his shoulders.

"Tom?" Draco asked lazily without turning his head or even opening his eyes.

"How are you sure it's me?" The hands moved away from his shoulders, and then Draco heard the sound of water around him, and it was obvious that Crown was sitting next to him.

"Would anyone else do this to me at Malfoy Manor but you?"

"Indeed." Guan Mian raised his eyebrows, "By the way, I'm here to give you this."

"Huh?" Draco finally opened his eyes. Crown handed over a small bottle. He wiped off the mist on the outside of the bottle, and saw a beetle wandering around.

Draco saw the beetle's daze, which made Crown think he was wondering: "Although I don't know his exact identity, I'm sure it's an Animagus."

"Really, interesting little thing." Draco smiled at the beetle in the bottle, that smile was beautiful, but both Draco and Crown could clearly see the beetle trembling...