[HP] Born Noble

Gryffindor Proverbs [-]: Be unexpected, love surprises

Now the platinum father and son are sitting on a normal vehicle provided by the Muggle Liaison Office of the Ministry of Magic, which is suitable for concealing wizard identities and can fully communicate with Muggles, and will eventually drive to No. [-] Privet Drive, Little Whinging District.

Mr. Malfoy really shouldn't complain. If he has a little Muggle common sense, he should know that not everyone can ride in the car under his buttocks. Even if he is rich, he will not sell it if he is not of a high level. It is a black Rolls-Royce As a senior official of the Ministry of Magic, even if Weasley hated this platinum peacock, he could not deprive him of his due rank.

But such a car was followed by a more modern and luxurious stretched Lincoln, and then they drove into Privet Drive in Little Whinging District, and the ordinary residential area where ordinary people lived in peace suddenly exploded.

Malfoy is an ancient family that has had a noble status for centuries. According to the inheritance history, it may not be worse than the current British royal family. As the current head of Malfoy, Lucius has always been good at maintaining this dignity. The silky hair, the 'fashion' that walks and talks, and the dress that fits the status and temperament, yes, although it is not a wizard's robe that will faintly shimmer, but the Muggle clothes are also of different grades!

Draco was an exact miniature copy of his dad, except without the shiny snake-headed cane in his hand.

When they finally got out of the car and rang the doorbell of number four, Privet Drive, Draco could feel the panic and fear even through the door panel.

"I'm sorry for disturbing the door without permission." Lucius said sorry, but the gesture of the chin was charity. "Please allow me to introduce myself, Lucius Malfoy, this is my son Draco." Lucius pushed Draco forward with a cane in his black leather gloved hand, completely ignoring Vernon Dursley's outstretched hand, "My son and your nephew, Harry Potter Classmates in particular, and we'd like to invite him to the Shelter Manor on Harry's birthday, and then, of course, if you don't mind, he'll stay there until term starts, and we're here to get him."

Petunia invited the guests to have a cup of tea in the living room, humbly like a humble servant instead of a hostess, His Majesty Lucius nodded in agreement, but as she moved to the living room, seeing the low ceiling, she felt cramped. The small space and the sofa and coffee table are completely tasteless, and they don't even have a small ornament that can record the history of family inheritance...

His Majesty Lucius disdains this kind of place that completely abandons family history.He finally chose to stand, "Excuse me, ma'am, I have a meeting with the Minister later, so why not let Harry come down, we can pack our things now."

Harry came down the stairs, and he saw the car outside in the room, heard the soft and gorgeous long sentences exclusive to Slytherin, and especially saw the two platinum heads.

"Draco!"

"Harry..." Draco was the first to see Harry's classic rag Muggle attire with his sharp eyes, but he didn't show any dislike. Instead, he suddenly laughed out loud as if he had discovered some interest, "Oh, Harry, you're a genius! That's a brilliant idea," Draco tugged at his hippopotamus-shaped clothes curiously. "The fringe and fade, it's horrible, how do you do it so shabby? If you tell us how, I bet all the rich boys in our academy can play tomb zombies at the Halloween dinner... "

The Dursleys lowered their heads in shame, blushing almost to the point of bleeding, so they didn't see the twitching corners of His Majesty Lucius' mouth that was always noble and elegant.

"Okay, Draco, don't be an overactive party clown."

"I'm sorry, Father. Then allow me to introduce, Harry, this is my father. Father, this is Harry, Harry Potter, my best friend."

"Mr. Malfoy, nice to meet you, I often saw you in the newspapers when I was at school."

"I'm also very happy to meet my son's best friend." Lucius' smile was slightly, er, well, a lot more tilted than his eternal fifteen degrees, "Then Draco, help ha Go and get your luggage ready, we should go."

Harry’s luggage had never been opened at all, and it was locked in the cupboard under the stairs as soon as he got home. Now it’s easy to tidy up, just let the driver take it to the car. As for his room, apart from the photo of his parents It's the coquettish Hedwig. Well, there is also a handful of joke goods in his pocket. Harry randomly took two pieces of candy and threw them on the floor and under the bed, as if they were accidentally left behind. It's a pity Can't see their perfect effect anymore.

The photo was directly in his pocket, and Harry carried Hedwig who had just fallen asleep and went downstairs to bid farewell to his aunt and uncle.

"Then take your leave and stay." Lucius nodded slightly to the Dursleys, and then turned to go out. If he didn't go out, he would die of suffocation.

"Draco, you go home with Harry." Standing at the door of No. 4 Privet Drive, Lucius raised his chin slightly and pointed to the car behind, arranging the schedule, "I have an international ministerial meeting in the afternoon, and now I need I won't go with you if you go straight back to the Ministry. Harry, Draco, I heard that your professor has arranged for you to transcribe, so don't waste time on the road, just go home!" Lu, who had received the roaring letter from the Snake King, Hughes could now bear in mind the Snake King's stern point, so he specially warned the two Slytherin snakes who seemed to have ideas and troubles, "Don't delay! Don't think that if your mother goes out today, I will not Know!"

Watching Patriarch Malfoy leave, Harry, who had completely turned bad, sighed regretfully, "Draco, you came so early, I thought we would have a chance to go to the playground today."

Draco didn't say anything, just glanced sideways at him with a half-smile.

Harry seemed to understand something immediately, and threw himself on the spot, "I'm going to your house, I'm going to your house!" He knew Draco's mysterious smirk so well, there must be surprises in Malfoy The estate awaits him!

The car took them directly to the Leaky Cauldron, and someone would take care of their luggage later, and then the two of them arrived at Diagon Alley, and then they used the Malfoy Manor portkey to teleport back.

The landing posture was a bit awkward, but the whole process was very 'cool'. Harry the little black cat got up from the front lawn of Malfoy Manor, patted the grass on his body nonchalantly, "Is this the portkey? It feels like flying! "

lie!He has never been on a plane once - almost impossible in this life!

After thinking about it, Harry asked, "Draco, let's use the fireplace next time. I've never walked past a fireplace before!" .

"Let the fireplace of Malfoy's house be connected to Diagon Alley where people come and go?" Draco glared at him, "And then allow everyone to use a handful of Floo powder to stand directly in the main living room of Malfoy manor, step on On Malfoy's [-]th century Indian wizard handmade carpet? Huh, my dad will drive me out of Malfoy Manor, and the godfather will let me remember what is called Slytherin's rules of prudent thinking and safe behavior in the shortest possible time and privacy, I will never!"

"Okay!" It seemed impossible.

Draco rolled his eyes, "But I think... some people probably don't mind, you'll try it later."

For example, that Gryffindor brainless Blake probably doesn't mind connecting the living room of Blake's house.

Draco took Harry through the vestibule of the open lawn, the atrium with the fountain, and the baroque promenade with well-manicured potted plants every few steps, and introduced while walking, "Those potted plants belong to my mother. My favourite, many of them are trimmed by her own hands... Today is her monthly oil painting appreciation tea party, and I won’t be back until afternoon, just in time for you to change this outfit, although I don’t deny that the idea of ​​the ancient tomb zombie is very special , but my mother's nerves may be a little more sensitive than my father's."

Harry remembered Draco's performance at the Dursleys just now and laughed.

"Harry, where are you with your parents' picture?"

"Yeah! I knew my aunt and the others would confiscate my luggage, so I took the photos with me before I went home." Hagrid gave Harry a copy of his parents' photo album before the holiday, and Harry I am very happy to treasure it, but this photo, which is not even called a photo, is still carried by him. The first time, it will always be the most special.

They walked out of the long corridor and arrived at a cupola tea room with a round vault in the center of the five passages. Then they turned left and came to a long and wide corridor in the room. On one side of the wall was a row of heads of magical creatures. , Just like the European royals in the [-]th century also liked to hang deer heads and antlers decorations in the corridors, except that Draco's family had all kinds of heads.

"One of my ancestors loved this kind of adventurous challenge all his life. These are the most worth showing off in his life. Unfortunately, many magical creatures are now extinct." Draco saw Harry's eyes almost glued I went up, so I opened my mouth to explain.

"Then he should have slaughtered a dragon too?"

"The dragon's head is too big..." Draco grabbed the curious little lion from the ear of a fire elf, and continued the topic just now, "Harry, you see, I have a godfather..."

Harry suddenly filled with resentment, "It is our great headmaster, the king of Slytherin...don't remind me again, Draco...five hundred times, I will never forget it."

Draco sighed helplessly, "Then have you ever thought that you might have a godfather?"

Harry suddenly stopped and looked at Draco in a daze, he, he... what did he just say?Harry froze there, not daring to be ecstatic, not to believe, not even to ask, for fear that what he just said was an auditory hallucination.

"Harry, remember when I told you at Christmas... would I give you a home?"

"You mean... I, I have a godfather too?"

"photo."

Harry immediately took out the photo from his pocket. In the photo, he saw the black-haired young man behind his parents still trying his best to rush towards the camera. His smile was so bright and flamboyant, it must be his parents Very good friend.

"Is... him?" Harry felt something melt in his stomach.

Draco pulled him to continue walking, and then up the stairs to the sunny hall on the second floor, "The noble and oldest heir of the Black family, Sirius Black, my cousin, the day before yesterday my mother took him from St. Mungo's magic The hospital brought him back, but he is too emaciated, and I'm afraid he needs to recuperate for a while."

"He...he..." Draco's statement made Harry nervous, and many terrible thoughts about terminal illness, blood cancer, and vegetative state began to rush into his mind, and he suddenly became frightened, "Why did he go to the hospital? He didn't meeting……"

"The physical therapist has determined that there is nothing wrong with him now. As time goes by, he will gradually gain weight." Draco patted Harry on the shoulder, "Don't worry, it's all over, he used to be the best Auror, He is capable and has captured many bad guys... Sirius Black will not insult the firm and strong spirit of the Black family, he is a strong person and will not be easily broken."

Draco didn't know that his words had already produced a serious tendency to suggest, making Harry quickly build a tall image of a hero in his mind, brave and courageous, with high skills, but because he caught too many villains, he was brutally tortured by the enemy. Revenge, and finally had to live in a coma in the hospital for a long time... Maybe he just woke up from a vegetative state, which perfectly explained why he didn't come to see him for so long, and no one else mentioned the godfather to him They probably didn't know how to explain this to him.

Apparently, for a whole month, the wizarding world was surrounded by the protagonist of the ten-year injustice, the villain of the Black family, but Harry couldn't see the "Daily Prophet" at his aunt's house, and the news was completely blocked.He didn't know what kind of loyal, brave (or reckless idiot) this Sirius Black represented, the center of the topic of responsibility and compassion. And what a trend the man with the headline "The most tragic golden bachelor in history" set off in the wizarding world.

He only knows that the godfather loves him very much (Draco said), and misses him very much (Draco said), and looks forward to seeing his dear godson Harry every day (or Draco said); Standing just a stone's throw away from his godfather's carved door, Harry was terrified of excitement.

"Harry, this is my birthday present to you." Draco knocked lightly on the carved door twice, and turned the handle to open the door for him. "Happy birthday to you."

Draco didn't follow, leaving Harry and Sirius with this moment that Harry would remember forever.

Harry anxiously entered this apparently well-decorated, sunny small suite living room, and then he saw a big dog, a pure black, very big and thin dog, squatting very well on the sofa cushion with exquisite embroidery, Looking at himself eagerly, his expression is focused, loving, and full of emotion.And Harry found that within the range of his sight, he couldn't see any man suspected to be similar to the photo. In fact, there was no one in the room at all, only a big black dog.

Draco would not joke about such a thing, Harry knew it very well, so when he faced such a result, the impossible would become possible, and the absurd idea would not feel absurd, In particular, Harry saw Professor McGonagall turn a table into a pig at the beginning of last semester, and during his final exam, he himself was able to turn a turtle into a beautiful teapot.

Harry's vision began to blur, and he tentatively called out in a small voice, "Godfather?"

The big dog happily stood upright on the sofa, jumped excitedly, turned around, and wagged its tail...

Tears had completely blinded Harry, but he was still staring in the direction of the big dog with his eyes wide open, calling again, "Sirius?"

The big dog rushed over affectionately this time.

Harry hugged his big dog godfather, touched his bony body under the soft pure black fur, and finally couldn't help crying loudly!

Why can't you cry?

Just because he was the savior who defeated Voldemort?

He is only 12 years old!

On his 12th birthday, he finally knew that he had a great godfather; also on his 12th birthday, he saw with his own eyes that his godfather was actually a dog!

No wonder no one dared to tell him that he still has a godfather, what should I say?

Harry, I'm sorry, after Voldemort killed your parents, he turned the godfather who loved you the most into a dog!