[HP] Years Whisk

After the banquet, Narcissa and Lucius were found in the garden.

Seeing the two of them together, Abraxas looked Narcissa carefully up and down in surprise, then turned his head and said to Narcissa's father who followed him, "Signus, this is the first time I've seen Lu It just so happens that our two families have a deep relationship, and they are also about the same age, why not marry the Black family and the Malfoy family." He tried to put his arm on Sig as he spoke. Nas Black's shoulder.

Signus waved his hand away: "Go, go, Abu, don't say this at my daughter's birthday party, besides, my daughter is only five years old, and you want to make a reservation? Let's talk about it in two years. "

Abraxas, who was slapped away, didn't care, shrugged, and called Lucius to his side: "Then, let's say goodbye first, and you must come to the appreciation reception I'm holding at Malfoy Manor next week. Participate. You can also bring your three precious daughters, just to keep Lucius company."

"Okay, okay." Signus waved at them.Lucius saluted Mr. Black, then nodded to Narcissa, and Narcissa quickly returned the salute to the Malfoys. "Mentos." Abraxas Malfoy held the Portkey and disappeared in place with Lucius.

"Nacissa, you child, why did you come outside without a coat? It's not spring yet, so be careful of the cold." Narcissa's mother also arrived, holding a red fox fur cloak in her hand, busy Put it on Narcissa.

Narcissa sneezed and realized she was out in the garden wearing only a little dress.When I hugged Lucius just now when I was comforting him, I didn't feel cold, but now the cold air rushed towards her.She rubbed her arms and sneezed a few more times.

So Narcissa's fifth birthday ended when she caught a cold and had a fever, stayed in bed for several days, and drank several large bottles of potions.

Mrs. Malfoy still couldn't make it through the winter. In fact, just a few days after Narcissa's birthday party, Signus received an invitation to the Malfoy family's funeral.

Narcissa's illness has not fully recovered, but she kept begging her mother, and finally got her mother to agree to take her to the funeral together.

Malfoy Manor was not much different from what Narcissa remembered, except that the decorations were more outdated and classical—Lucius had refurbished the interior of Malfoy Manor before he married her, but the number of buildings had not increased.

Narcissa was wearing a black dress, holding her mother's hand, and walking beside Bella and Andromeda.Announced by the house-elves, she saw Abraxas Malfoy coming out of the house to greet them.

Her father took a few steps to meet him: "Abu!"

Abraxas also greeted her father cordially: "Signus, you are here." Narcissa didn't see much sadness in his expression, and listening to his next words, it felt that he was for the original plan I was a bit dissatisfied with changing the reception to a funeral: "Originally, I planned to hold a reception this week. I got a few bottles of wine from the highland goblin in the north, which is said to have been passed down from the time of King Arthur. I didn't expect it. What a coincidence."

"Are... are you okay?" Her father was also aware of Abraxas' state, but he couldn't directly ask him if he was hurt or not.

"It's okay." Abraxas said indifferently.Then he lowered his voice: "You also know that we are a pure family marriage, she always has someone else in her heart, and I am not close to her at all." His expression became a bit sinister: "That woman died in Malfoy in the end. The manor held the funeral in the name of Mrs. Malfoy for the sake of her giving birth to Lucius." Then he changed his expression and said seriously: "So I hope Lucius can be like you and De Like Ruella, the relationship was cultivated from an early age."

Signus glanced back at Narcissa, then at Andromeda and Bella, but did not deny it: "Where is Lucius?"

Abraxas raised his eyebrows: "In his mother's mourning hall, that child is soft-hearted. He is not unaware of the ridiculous things his mother has done. It seems that when he is educated as an heir, I have to let him He saw the blood very well." He said while leading the Black family into the mourning hall.

The mourning hall was converted from a living room next to Malfoy's main house, and it wasn't very big, so it could be seen that Abraxas didn't attach much importance to Mrs. Malfoy's funeral.But everything in terms of etiquette has been done, the white flower clusters, gold and silver utensils, heavy ornaments, and Malfoy's family crest, it seems that Mrs. Malfoy still has a bit of face.

Narcissa glanced at the guests quietly, there were not many of them, either the subordinate families of the Malfoy family, such as the Crabbe family and the Goyle family, or the pure-blood families who had made good friends with Abraxas, such as their family and the Parkinson family .Narcissa glanced at Lucius sitting in front of the mourning hall with his head down, unable to see his expression clearly, and didn't know if he was alright or not.

The funeral began, and the priest played the ritual music. Suddenly, a house-elf "bang" appeared beside Abraxas, leaning over and whispering something respectfully to him.Narcissa saw Abraxas frowned, stood up, and signaled to the priest: "The ceremony is suspended." After speaking, she hurried towards the door.

Narcissa's father, Signus, also hurriedly chased after him: "What's wrong? Abu, what happened?"

"Tom is here." Narcissa saw Abraxas pursed his lips and made a wry smile.

"Riddle?" Signus also frowned, "Hasn't he and his men been winning the limelight in Edinburgh recently? Have you sent him a letter?"

Abraxas shook his head, but didn't answer any more, and strode towards the door of the living room.

Before Abraxas reached the door, the door of the reception room opened with a "bang".In came five men dressed in heavy clothing clearly inappropriate for the weather in southern England.

The young man in the lead was dressed in a black but gorgeous wizard robe, inlaid with black gemstones and embroidered with dark patterns with black threads, looking low-key yet noble.Followed neatly behind him were four people in black, covering their faces, holding wands, and followed behind him respectfully.

Contrary to the relatively low-key dress, the young man exuded an arrogant aura.As soon as he entered the door, he raised his head and squinted at the people in the living room with disdainful eyes, and then said in a low voice: "Hey, Abu, how can you not invite me to such an important occasion?"

Narcissa's body froze when that person appeared, her eyes widened, her pupils shrank slightly, and cold sweat came out of her head little by little.

Although it wasn't the ugly look in her memory, but those red eyes full of aggressive gaze, as well as the arrogant and powerful aura around her made her very sure that it was him——

"Tom." Abraxas put on a friendly smirk: "Long time no see..."

The young man frowned obviously, and interrupted Abraxas impatiently: "I changed my name, you should know." He waved his wand casually, and the fluorescent dust in the air changed into a blood-red one. 'Lord Voldemort', then dissipated. "No next time." He said warningly.

The atmosphere condensed down, and no one made a sound.The young man seemed to have come to sabotage the funeral on purpose, with a provocative air about him.The temperature in the mourning hall makes people feel that it is getting lower and lower, and the danger and fighting spirit are on the verge of breaking out.

Seeing that the scene was in an embarrassing situation, Narcissa's father, Cygnus Black, stood up, coughed lightly, and broke the silence: "Then, Mr. Voldemort wants to...?"

The young man named Voldemort turned his gaze to Signus, and made a smirk: "Look, isn't this an old friend? Master Black." Then he looked back at Abraxas, and scanned the entire Mourning hall: "Of course I'm here to pay homage to Mrs. Malfoy. But this auditorium is a bit shabby. I came from a long way and didn't bring any sacrifices. Why don't I make some small changes for this auditorium and express my heart."

After speaking, he waved his wand, and a large amount of magic power gushed out together with magic pressure.Everything in the mourning hall touched the magic and changed one after another.The white veil curtains turn into heavy curtains with golden ornate patterns, the white lilies and daisies turn into red roses with sharp bony thorns, and the crystal chandeliers also turn into intricately decorated, classic and elegant silver candlesticks—if It is said that the arrangement just now is the prelude to a pure heaven, so now it is the luxury of eternal life in the dark night.

"Oh my god!" Narcissa heard Bella's exclaimed blurt out. She ignored the fear in her heart and hurriedly turned her head, only to see Bella staring intently at the man casting magic, her eyes full of yearning and fanaticism .

Seeing that the transformation was almost done, Voldemort put down his wand and said in a casual tone: "Since my 'heart' has been delivered, I won't stay any longer." He turned to Abraxas, his tone and demeanor lacked a trace of sincerity, " Please grief."

After finishing speaking, he turned around, shook off his wizard robe, and commanded his subordinates very forcefully: "Go back to the place where you came back." Before his subordinates could reply, he used Apparition to leave.His subordinates answered 'yes' one after another, and after him, they used Apparition to leave Malfoy Manor.

Abraxas stared at the place where Voldemort disappeared for a while, then turned around and said to the startled priest, "The ceremony continues." The priest nodded subconsciously, shaking the wand in his hand, and tried a few times Only then did the music finally continue.

Abraxas sat down beside Signus.Signus couldn't wait to lower his voice and asked Abraxas: "That Riddle has been gaining momentum recently, do you have any recent news about him?"

Abraxas lost the previous cynical look on his face, and he looked serious: "This is not a place to talk. After the funeral, I will ask the house elf to take you to the study, and we will meet there."

The subsequent funeral was carried out step by step, and there were no more accidents.

After the funeral, regardless of what was on everyone's mind, they poured out their sincerest condolences, as if everyone had forgotten what happened when the funeral began.

Masks are the norm in this aristocratic life, Narcissa thought.Everyone's face is hidden behind the mask, the face before the mask, laughing and cursing, everything is for profit.