Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

"Azkaban fugitive Sirius was arrested at Hogwarts today, and just as he was about to perform the Dementor's Kiss, Black escaped again bizarrely. The Ministry of Magic questioned the headmaster of Hogwarts on this matter, and there is sufficient evidence to show that In the previous night, the Floo Network Management Committee had monitored an abnormal situation in the Hogwarts principal's office..."

The platinum aristocrat threw aside the "Daily Prophet" in disdain, and looked sideways at the busy Snape. He was not surprised that his friend was still mixing potions in the middle of the night. What was strange was the expression on his friend's face. ——It's impossible to have this kind of distortion of seeing Potter when brewing potions, of course it is the Potter who has died long ago.

It seems to be Wolfsbane potion.

Lucius still has a certain understanding of his friend's improved potion that won the Merlin Medal.So he sort of understood.

Snape bottled the wolfsbane potion and continued to add ingredients, this time his expression became more ferocious.

Lucius did not mistake the mandrake that had been cut into pieces. He was even more surprised why a high-level anti-petrification potion made his friend show a more distorted expression for making a potion for the werewolf Lupin, his former enemy.

"I'm assuming you're staying up in the middle of the night just to watch me make potions?"

Snape's venom, which was obviously in a bad mood, made the platinum nobleman sigh slightly: "Severus, as a master of potions, you should go out more often."

"Humph."

"I'm not telling you to go to the Forbidden Forest to look for potion materials. For a nobleman, especially a Slytherin, communication is very important. There are not many potion masters in Europe. If you know how to communicate with them... ..."

"Important! Malfoy!"

Lucius rubbed the snake stick in his hand helplessly: "I saw a potion master in Diagon Alley today."

"Then?"

"Unfortunately, I don't remember such a person from a European aristocratic family at all. Severus, you don't have to doubt my eyes and guesses. They have always been as accurate as your dose of potion! The ancient aristocrats, obviously pay more attention to appearance than you, my friend, so I can only judge from the residual breath of precious potions on my fingers, but this is very strange, a man wearing scale armor made of rare magic creatures I don't have the slightest impression of a robe, or a potions master. Isn't this a weird thing? Or Severus, can you explain to me how many potions masters there are in Europe who never appear in public? "

Snape stopped stirring the potion, looked up and down the platinum nobleman, until the latter frowned suspiciously, and then said in a mocking tone: "It seems that the patriarch of the Malfoy family is tired of being chased by the Ministry of Magic. pressure, decided to go to a foreign country to find a strong ally?"

Lucius leaned back slightly, leaning on the sofa in an elegant and comfortable posture: "Severus, you must know that nobles always need to weigh each other's family and strength to judge whether the relationship can bring benefits to the family and themselves. It's quite normal to get enough benefit."

"I'm not in the mood to pay attention to your aristocratic theories." Snape said blankly, "If I'm not wrong in my guess, the wizard you want to meet has a pair of dark green eyes, jet-black hair, and elegant manners." more like a perfect noble than you?"

"Sev..."

"Don't let your eyes that only see the beautiful appearance decorate your brain, Lucius, if you can still hear the advice of your friends, it is not some noble wizard from a foreign country, stay away from that one, treat him as Rare magical creatures with 7 levels of danger, the farther away the better!"

"That one?" Keenly noticed that the respected platinum nobleman narrowed his eyes.

"Damn it! I just found out today that Malfoy's curiosity is no less than that group of stupid Gryffindors!" Snape already understood that the more he talked, the more determined his friend would be, and he stroked his hand in an extremely irritated manner. Greasy hair: "Yes! That one! He has a relationship with that adult! It's still a very troublesome relationship!"

The platinum nobleman froze for a moment, and looked at Snape with wide gray-blue eyes in disbelief: "Lord? He... he's back?"

"I don't know if the Dark Lord has returned, anyway..." Snape put his hand on his forehead, desperately trying to resist the urge to tell the truth and see his friends fall into the cauldron in horror: "He is a more troublesome and more troublesome Lord than Lord." People who can't deal with it, Lucius Malfoy, if you still care about whether your head can survive this Christmas smoothly on your neck, don't go close to him!"

Merlin, you must know that Slytherin still has a basilisk by his side!

"No, Severus, what happened the year before last and last year, you at Hogwarts know it best, that person has shown signs of coming back, if I don't do anything else, maybe wait for that person to return Afterwards, what awaits me and the Malfoy family is not just the Cruciatus Curse and punishment!" The platinum nobleman quickly judged how to give his allegiance to the mysterious man without offending the Ministry of Magic.

Snape was silent for a while, then suddenly took out an inconspicuous pendant from a drawer and threw it over: "A talisman that reflects light!"

He'd found this in Knockturn Alley since the Basilisk started wandering the castle in the middle of the night, but never had a chance to give it to Harry Potter without anyone discovering and suspecting, Snape gritted his teeth as he stirred the potion in the cauldron and continued. Said: "If you still want me to have the opportunity to pour these potions down your throat, don't take it off your body! Let your damn aesthetics go to Merlin for a while, and don't pick what it looks like!" Lucius looked at his friend, then at the broken stone pendant that looked like a Muggle stall, he wanted to ask something but didn't ask.

After saying good night, the platinum noble disappeared into the flames of the fireplace.

The Potions Professor glanced at the "Daily Prophet" which had been thrown aside, with a complicated look on his face.

"...an accident occurred in Gringotts early this morning. According to the goblins, a wizard who may be of ancient noble origin has brought gold galleons that may not have been used since the ninth century. According to sources familiar with the Ministry of Magic It is very rare to find brand new Galleons earlier than Hogwarts or at the same time as Hogwarts, because Hogwarts used a lot of Galleons as the consumption medium of the magic alchemy circle when building Hogwarts. The grand weight will be biased or worn out, this discovery is quite rare..."

"Eighteen Skills of Pronunciation?"

The little basilisk girl was sleeping soundly on the simple and clean bed, risking getting lost and going to the Lihen Bookstore to buy the book that she probably didn’t sleep all night. A slender white hand picked it up.

Standing on the highest floor of the Leaky Cauldron, in the gray room no matter how you looked at it, it wasn't that the Duke of Slytherin was suddenly so stingy that he would rather change his high standard of comfort, nor was he wronged himself in order to hide his whereabouts. Lane, or the whole of London, is just such a hotel where you can stay temporarily.

Salazar is still doing well, but Ling Cha wants to exchange Galleons for more pounds, and simply go to a hotel in the Muggle world, which is definitely much more pleasing to the eye than this dilapidated house.

"Iris?" Salazar stroked the soft hair of the sleeping little girl complicatedly.

"Maybe we can give Aerys a better life."

"Go to Hogwarts?"

"If she could speak the wizard's language, I suppose, it wouldn't be a problem."

If you dream that you are feasting in Diagon Alley, whether it is a colorful toad or a passing wizard, the basilisk will swallow it all in one gulp, knowing that its behavior of trying to learn to speak in order to follow its master has been mistaken for wanting to have more friends, Will soon be one of the Hogwarts critters oppressed by their professors' papers, not knowing how to cry.

The door was knocked open.

"Room Service!"

Dragging a broom and rag with a pile of cleaning supplies, the sloppy witch suddenly opened her eyes wide after the door opened, touched her nose, and continued in her habitual weak voice: "Mr. Malfoy is downstairs and wants to see you, sir. "

Facts have proved that no matter how dark and shabby the environment Lucius Malfoy is in, he seems to be sitting in a hall full of crystal chandeliers, in a luxurious dress, with long straight platinum-blond hair and gray-blue eyes, sitting in the corner It was as conspicuous as if a dozen Lumos had been thrown at him.

"Has the Malfoy family passed down to the present?"

It seems that it is not a fluke that the wizard family, which has always been just an heir, still exists.

"Want to see us? Hmph." The half-smile in Salazar's language can always be understood only by the other self.

"He is a 'loyal' subordinate of our descendants."

Ling Cha walked down the stairs slowly, speaking in a voice that only he could hear.

"Oh?" Salazar, who fully understood the extra meaning, watched the platinum noble stand up with interest, and cast countless soundproofing spells and confusion spells to shield the curiosity of the owner of the Leaky Cauldron and the few guests.

"Greetings, potions master from an ancient family." Lucius Malfoy maintained the humility in etiquette with a reserved and arrogant tone. He stared at the other party's obviously stunned expression, and immediately changed his mind to go straight to the point——Dialogue Always have control in your own hands, this is the basis of noble negotiations: "Am I lucky to know that Your Excellency is preparing to make the glory of pure blood appear again."

Salazar, who didn't understand the cause and effect, frowned: What a mess.

However, Ling Cha suddenly had a wonderful attention. He sat down on the chair and leaned back slightly, and said in the most elegant and calm but most confusing low-pitched tone: "Malfoy? A nobleman in the wizarding world, the greatest wealth , the most powerful force, eh?"

The pupils of the platinum noble shrank, and found that the roundabout conversation would only make his situation worse: "The Malfoy family has its own choice, sir, and you must know my beliefs."

"My belief must be well understood by Mr. Malfoy, otherwise, I wouldn't be here, don't you, you know what it means to be a master of potions?" The other party's thinking is drawn in the direction of his own thinking.

Lucius was startled, and finally determined that Voldemort had really returned and was planning to be resurrected. Was it because Severus was under Dumbledore's nose that he had this person in front of him?So Severus knew and reminded himself to be careful?

The Lord also has forces that he doesn't know about at all, such as this person who suddenly appeared in front of him.

The close contact made Lucius realize the unfathomable magic power of the other party, which made him more and more cautious: "I think your Excellency misunderstood, the Malfoy family has always had only one choice."

The platinum nobles did not dare to make promises lightly, and Ling Cha even showed casual contempt and faint irritability to deepen the other party's guess, while saying slowly: "The Malfoy family has come here, I think the next one is the Order of the Phoenix or the Ministry of Magic." ? It’s so hard to find a quiet place in the UK.”

"If you don't mind, the Malfoy family still has several properties in London."

No matter what, the other party must explain Voldemort's situation clearly before deciding what to do to protect the family. Lucius Malfoy held the snake staff and expressed his position in the most appropriate and calm tone.

Smiling and nodding, not forgetting to reveal the hidden irritability, the Duke of Slytherin got up and left.

"Call Iris, and let this gray and dreadful place see Merlin." Ling Cha couldn't help cursing out the dissatisfaction in his heart because he pretended too much.

"He'll keep guessing that we're a potions master trying to resurrect his master." Salazar followed suit with a smile.

There is no need to collect potion materials, and they can cook in a secret place without spending time. They are indeed very good potion masters, and they will indeed brew a potion for resurrecting the body in the next three months, but what is the resurrection? Who was beyond Malfoy's guess.