[HP] Dark Godfather

Draco Malfoy has a little vice that is not very gentlemanly. Just like the habit of his name, the little dragon likes to collect "treasures": some are exquisite and small, dazzling, or regular and shiny, and the last one is a little cute of.

As long as these gadgets are seen or missed by him, he will unconsciously take possession of them and subconsciously find a place to hide them.

In first year, he tried to hide Neville's memory ball, but was stopped by Harry Potter.

In the second year, facing Harry and Ron who were drinking compound soup, he solemnly stuffed a small gift box from a classmate in the Slytherin lounge into his pocket.

Xiaolong's disgraceful ailment became more and more uncontrollable as he grew older. Sometimes, even he himself didn't know why, something appeared in his pocket or on his hand.

The little platinum nobleman can now calmly face the strange things that appear around him for no reason. He even proudly thinks that these things are attracted to him. Can find reasons for myself to hide things.

Then, one day in the third year, Draco Malfoy was confused when he saw thirty round, old-fashioned glasses in his hiding place - all Harry Potter's .

Xiaolong racked his brains and couldn't find an excuse for his tasteless collection. If the first pair of glasses was hidden on the train out of anger, then how did the remaining 29 pairs come from?

"It would be a big embarrassment if Scarhead knew that all his lost glasses were in Mr. Malfoy's "Dragon's Lair". Others thought Draco Malfoy was a fan of Harry Potter."

"Let's destroy the evidence!" Little Malfoy decided resolutely, but for some reason, when the wand pointed at those innocent glasses, what flashed before Draco's eyes was Harry Potter's frail and frightened expression and lake green eyes on the train. The nobleman finally put down his wand, "Maybe after a while, they will be antiques, and they should still be worth collecting..." Xiaolong had no choice but to find a barely plausible excuse for himself.

I happened to meet Harry and Ron on the stairs in the afternoon who were arguing fiercely about something, and when Draco was about to ignore them with a guilty conscience, he heard Ron Weasley's annoying skunk say: "Harry, Sirius must be all right Yes, he must be too busy if he doesn't reply to you, so stop thinking about it."

"But, the double-sided mirror didn't respond either!" Harry said anxiously, "I dreamed last night that he was in a place full of glowing spheres, and someone kidnapped him!"

"Do you have persecution paranoia? Harry Potter!" Ron yelled irritably. "Yesterday you also said that someone stole your glasses. Doesn't everyone have nothing to do to hang around you all day?"

"Hermione said that wizards' dreams usually have omens, and this is already the No. 30 pair of glasses I lost. I think there is a conspiracy, and I have a hunch!" Harry said stubbornly.

"Hermione also said that no one would be so bored to steal your glasses. As for kidnapping Sirius, Merlin, think about it, who dares to mess with someone who is more troublesome than Fred and George? He also has a dozen lawyers, etc. Sue you to jail, Harry, let me tell you, your godfather, Sirius, has been committed to sending everyone who offends him to prison since he came out of Azkaban, so no one dares to kidnap him, no one Ron almost jumped and yelled in Harry's ear, "Also, don't bother me with nightmares or anything, all I dream about every night now are toys, your toys, Fred's and George's toys , the toy my father sent me, nothing but a toy! This is a nightmare, Merlin, I'm going crazy!"

"But..." Harry tried to win over Ron.

"No but! No!" Ron walked away angrily.

The corner of Draco's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help turning his head to look at Harry Potter. He saw the boy standing alone on the stairs with his head bowed, his emerald green eyes covered by messy hair on his forehead.

Draco felt that he should take the opportunity to laugh at the scarred head, but he opened his mouth and still didn't speak. He wanted to quicken his pace and prepare to leave the stairs. At this moment, the stairs under his feet moved again.

Draco, who was trapped on the stairs, had to wait patiently for the stairs to return, while Harry Potter, who was standing blankly on the stairs not far away, slowly sat on the stairs, lowering his head on his knees in a daze.

"Ahem!" The little noble looked left and right, but he didn't dare to look in Harry's direction. The cold atmosphere made him very embarrassed.

"He'll be fine, won't he!" Harry seemed to be talking to himself.

Drake continued to look around, "Scarhead is talking to me!" the little nobleman wondered.

"Sirius is great, I know!" Harry continued talking to himself.

Xiaolong was a little mad, his noble etiquette training did not include dealing with this situation, and he continued to look around.

"Maybe I'm too nervous, sometimes nightmares are the opposite..."

"What is he talking about?" the little nobleman thought depressedly.

"I must be too tired and have hallucinations. How could Sirius be kidnapped?"

"Not only do you have hallucinations, but you also have menopause, and you actually spit..." the little nobleman commented viciously in his heart.

"Bang!" The stairs finally returned.

"Finally free!" Draco lifted his feet happily and wanted to leave, but a figure rushed up the stairwell faster than him.

"Well, he must be fine, thank you, Draco!" Harry Potter whirled past the little dragon, and the little platinum noble was stunned.

"Me, what did I do?" Drake looked at Harry as if fleeing away, "And...who allowed him to call me Drake!" The little nobleman came to his senses, and then got angry.

"Huh? What's this?" Draco suddenly felt something in his pocket hurting his back, and took it out to see a pair of round, old-fashioned glasses.

"Ah! Why are you here again!" Xiaolong jumped up and turned around, holding his glasses and hurriedly trying to find a place to hide them.

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"I want to know: what makes you think that kidnapping old Black to please the Dark Lord will get you out of your current situation, Mr. Malfoy?" Black stared at Lucius Malfoy with deep black eyes, and said in his mouth The words made the platinum nobleman feel a chill.

"I don't understand what you mean!" Lucius Malfoy walked slowly to the sofa opposite Sirius and sat down, holding the snake-headed cane firmly in his hand.

"What makes you think it's a wise decision to betray your own family rather than a brainless master, my dear cousin?" Black leaned on the high-backed chair of the Malfoy family, crossing his legs, holding the Malfoy family treasure in one hand. red wine.

"I think a person should ask the master's permission before entering someone's house!" Lucius Malfoy raised his head arrogantly, staring at Sirius sharply with ice blue eyes.

"What makes you think that I, Sirius Black, am a fool who lets you figure things out, Lucius?" Black raised his head equally arrogantly, and suddenly there was a powerful magic pressure on him, and the living room of Malfoy's house seemed to change instantly. It became an ice cave.

"No one...uninvited guests are welcome, Black...sir!" With difficulty resisting Black's oppressive pressure and suppressing the panic in his heart, Lucius Malfoy tried his best to keep his tone calm. The evil guy combined with the reckless and arrogant cousin of Narcissa in the impression.

"There must be something wrong, he is not Sirius, Sirius is not as powerful as him..." Lucius yelled in his heart, "Someone drank polyjuice potion, no, maybe it was a spell like out of body or something , this person in front of me is not Sirius Black!"

"You must be wondering how I am different from your impression, brother-in-law Lucius!" Sirius' voice suddenly became low as a whisper.

Lucius Malfoy looked straight at Sirius, his mouth moved, unable to make a sound.

"12 years, tsk tsk, 12 years of life in Azkaban," Sirius showed a bloodthirsty smile, "If you are not crazy in it, you will die in it. The previous Sirius has died in Azkaban, dear Cousin-in-law, it is Old Black in front of you now, and Old Black said: I will make it hard for anyone who makes me feel bad."

Lucius Malfoy looked at the man in front of him with a complex expression, "He's crazy!" the platinum nobleman cried inwardly, "His soul has been tortured by the dementors, just like Bellatrix, I To actually let a lunatic kidnap another lunatic! Bella must have gotten carried away and dragged me into it. I'm so confused, I shouldn't have counted on that lunatic..."

"Regret? Regret that you shouldn't design Bella to kidnap me?" Black said jokingly.

Lucius sighed secretly in his heart that the madman's intuition was so keen.

"Actually, even if Bella doesn't come to me, I will come to you, Lucius." Black held the delicate wine glass in his hand, and casually dropped a bomb, "I let Bella out of Azka. class's."

Feeling Lucius' astonished gaze, Blake then dropped another one, "I'm also the one who asked you to save Tom Riddle's diary in Gringotts."

The face of the platinum nobleman changed slightly, and he raised his snake-headed staff and pointed it at Black, "What do you know?"

"Of course it's me..." Black ignored Lucius' wand and questioning, looked Lucius straight in the eyes, and continued in a slow tone, "By Voldemort's order, let Bella go and steal from the Department of Mysteries." The prophecy ball...."

Lucius Malfoy's face changed drastically. He suddenly felt a dull pain in the Dark Mark on his left arm. He stood up tremblingly, unable to hold the snake-headed staff steadily, "You, you? Master?"

"Don't kiss the hem of my robe, Lucius, I am not possessed by Voldemort, but I can activate your Dark Mark," Black smiled and nodded, "Please sit down, Lucius, I just want to tell you, you You don’t have to worry about which side to take anymore, Old Black has already reserved a place for you here, you can refuse, but you will never want to know the consequences of the rejection.”