Platinum Working Guys at Hotel California

London Malfoy Manor

Devil's hour.

The dark sky is densely covered with black clouds with chaotic peaks and strange rocks.A gust of cold wind blew by, and the black cloud became more hideous and terrifying, lowering the ground.

It seemed that someone cast a curse on Malfoy Manor, and a layer of gray fog gradually rose.The main house flickers in the gray mist, like a ghost house standing alone in the vast wilderness.

Ever since Voldemort came in, it had been filled with the maniacal laughter of Death Eaters and the anguished wails of tortured White Wizards.But today, at this moment, it's so quiet here, so quiet and creepy like a nightmare.

Voldemort was sitting on a soft high-backed sofa above a few steps, and that sofa seemed to have been covered with a layer of dark color, and only the once gorgeous colors could be vaguely discerned.Voldemort's face was still thick with death, and his skin was smooth, making him look like a huge ugly baby who had been suffocated to death.Voldemort stared coldly at Snape, who was kneeling on the ground a few steps away. The latter raised his hands above his head, holding Dumbledore's Elder Wand in his hand.There was no fireplace or warming spell in the room, so it was very cold and clammy.

Snape felt pressured by Voldemort's ambiguous eyes, and he nervously waited for the result—was it a Cruciatus?Or the more straightforward Avada?

A drop of cold sweat slid from his forehead and landed on the ground, maybe there was a clear ticking sound, maybe it wasn't.

After a long time, Voldemort finally spoke, breaking the suffocating silence.

"I got word that Harry Potter told everyone that he saw a grown, dark-haired wizard kill Dumbledore...he suspected it was you, but didn't see it. Tell me, Sev Les, is that you?"

"Yes, Master. Bella's Dark Mark has alarmed the Order of the Phoenix, and Zabini has been unable to do so for a long time. In order to ensure the completion of the task, I decided to do it myself." Snape replied nervously.

"Very well, you've done well!" Voldemort grinned, which made his face even weirder, looking like a gaped corpse.

Voldemort walked down the steps, took the Elder Wand from Snape's hand, held it in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully.

"I heard that Bella and the others were taken to Azkaban?" Voldemort asked.

"Yes, Master. People from the Order of the Phoenix have arrived, and there is nothing I can do..."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, Severus." Voldemort pinched the Elder Wand on his fingertips and turned it slowly: "My faithful servant will understand that everything done for the great Dark Lord at this time will be supreme in the future." glory."

A soft knock on the door interrupted Voldemort's speech.After getting permission, Lucius walked in and bowed to Voldemort.

"You call me, master?"

"Yes, Lucius, my faithful servant, my cunning friend. Severus has done a great job this time, you take him to your vault and let him choose some rewards at will."

"At your command, Master."

"Thank you, my lord." Snape bowed his head and kissed the corner of Voldemort's robe.

Lucius and Snape walked side by side in the deep corridor of Malfoy's house, only the sound of burning candles and the sound of their footsteps.

Narcissa had already been waiting by the fireplace, and when she saw the two approaching, she didn't say anything, but stood beside Lucius.

It wasn't until Snape stepped into the fireplace and picked up the Floo powder that Lucius asked, "Is he all right?"

Snape glanced at Lucius, announced the destination, and sprinkled Floo powder.When his figure disappeared, his deep voice came clearly, which became the only consolation for these forbearing and strong parents in recent days.

"he's good."

In the endless darkness and panic of Malfoy Manor, in the silence and desolation of this room, Lucius and Narcissa stood side by side, holding each other's hands tightly.

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United States California

It's been days since the Battle of the Towers.

Harry's testimony made Snape fall into dire straits, but on the other hand, it also greatly deepened Voldemort's trust in him. He successfully used the Elder Wand as a "tribute" and was appreciated by Voldemort.

But in California on the other side of the ocean, you can't feel the gray tension in London at all.For Drake, his greatest experience right now is that he finally discovered that life is one challenge after another, and you have to face it, accept it, and quickly adapt to the subtle changes around you.

For example, when he found out that he had finally gotten used to using the ping-pong sound from the kitchen as an alarm clock, he had to get used to being woken up by Dumbledore and old Tony's loud talking and laughing again.Draco rubbed his hair irritably, and half-closed his eyes to tell whether the music played by the two energetic old guys downstairs today was the Weird Sisters or the Muggle singer Guns N' Roses.

It's not a good feeling to be woken up by such intense music in the early morning.Draco was drowsy for a while before he fully woke up and got out of bed to wash up.

"Oh, Draco, you're up so early!"

"Good morning, Draco." Dumbledore greeted Draco affectionately, shaking his beard.

Bobby, who was rolling in the sand outside again, panted and rubbed Draco's trousers affectionately. He glanced at Bobby dissatisfied, but didn't kick it away.

"Good morning, Dumbledore, old Tonya." If mom and dad saw that he got along so harmoniously and naturally with the two elders of the Order of the Phoenix, they would probably be surprised, thinking it was just a joke of Merlin.

"Have some strawberry cake? Or do you prefer the peach flavor?" Old Tonya pointed to the breakfast on the dining table and warmly greeted him.Miraculously, he and Dumbledore sit together and look even more alike.It's just that old Tonya's beard is closer to gray than Dumbledore's white beard.

"……no thanks."

Draco declined the cake that looked like it could kill a fly in front of them, and ran to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee on his own.He deftly took out the toast and cheese slices from the refrigerator, curled his lips—Merlin testified that he really missed getting up a while ago smelling the smell from the kitchen, and guessing that today's breakfast was an American sandwich while washing up, It's still the feeling of British mushroom omelette.It's a pity that the chef is recuperating in bed, and they can only rely on Daniel and Helen for relief.

That's right, the proprietress and chef of this hotel—Miss Livia, has been bedridden for three days.The reason for this was the witch's magic riot that was more than ten years late.Livia had been ill since the night of the Tower Battle.At first, Draco blamed this on the fact that she was greatly shocked by the appearance of Mad-Eye Moody. According to the Chinese, it means that the three souls have disappeared and the seven souls have disappeared.But soon, the adult wizards discovered that Livia's magic power was rioting.So Draco changed the previous statement to say that Livia was overly frightened, and the shock in her heart was too great, so that the magic power that had always been peaceful was activated, just like what Bobby had done to him at that time.

Draco's [-]% nonsense and [-]% malicious rumors were not accepted by the adult wizards. Of course, it did not improve Livia's uncomfortable situation.This magical power has been lurking in her body for too long, and the sudden explosion after accumulating for many years made every bone of Livia—even the cartilage of the pinnae auricles extremely sore. She fell on the bed in a daze, with a low fever, But there are not many troubles that should be caused.Because of emotional instability, she successively shattered a glass, a teacup and a vase.This situation didn't make him feel better until Snape, who came to catch Cindy back, brought a dozen magic stabilizers, magic supplements and dreamless potions along the way.

Not only that, the master of potions even left a set of crucibles for his godson, and said in a rare compliment that he is willing to believe in Mr. Draco Malfoy's strength in potions, and he can completely cook the ingredients by mail order Common potions.The implication is that before Draco returns to the wizarding world, except for Dumbledore's soul stabilization potion, which still needs to be brewed by Snape himself, the others, such as Dumbledore's tooth health potion, are all made by Draco. Branch is responsible.

Our Platinum Master can't express any dissatisfaction with this, can he?After all, he is now dependent on others, and it is his godfather who gives the orders.

After finishing his own breakfast, Draco took out the potion that Livia should drink today from the closet, thought about it, took out a glass of milk from the refrigerator, and gave it to him before finally taking it out of the kitchen. Cast a heating spell.

"Livia has already had breakfast." Old Tonya reminded after seeing the milk in Draco's hands: "Helen brought her Chinese porridge this morning."

"I know." Draco replied lightly, without even stopping.

Old Tonya and Dumbledore looked at Draco who was going upstairs, turned their heads to look at each other, made a look that only each other could understand, and smiled quietly.

"Please come in."

Livia's sleepy voice came from the door. Draco pushed the door open and walked in. Looking at Livia who was sitting cross-legged on the bed in a nightgown and hugging the quilt, he raised his eyebrows:

"Although I agree with the Muggle saying 'Only idiots catch a cold in summer', you don't need to prove the practical significance of this sentence to me in this way." Draco put the dinner plate on the bedside table casually, Sit down on the chair next to the bed.He crossed his arms and squinted with dissatisfaction, but Livia, who did not move, continued: "Or can I interpret your behavior as being curious about the taste of cold medicine? Believe me, I have enough ability to take it It is boiled into mucus, but it will not have any effect on the properties of the medicine. Or do you prefer to prolong the side effect of ear and eye puffing? How about half an hour..."

"Oh, God." Livia rolled her eyes unbearably, turned over and buried her face in the quilt: "When did you become so talkative? Isn't it your personality to be noble and glamorous?! "

Livia, who was busy pretending to be an ostrich, forgot that she really shouldn't be doing this in a summer nightdress—if she didn't want others to know what color her underwear was today.After Draco saw the □, he was stunned for a moment, and immediately turned his eyes away.He tried his best to pretend he didn't care, but the red tips of his ears revealed his little thoughts.He wanted to tell himself, say something to change the status quo, or divert his attention to other places.However, after opening his mouth a few times, he found that he could neither open his mouth nor control his wandering eyes.

Oh Merlin.Her panties are patterned with strawberries!Is she really 16 years old?

Such a sentence floated subconsciously in Draco's mind.Immediately, he realized that this was really not what a gentleman should do, so he lowered his head in shame and embarrassment, two faint pink streaks bloomed on his face.

"Why don't you talk anymore?" Livia straightened up in doubt, and sighed: "God, I'm really not used to you being so quiet all of a sudden."

"...just praying to Merlin because of your stupidity." Draco's venomous tongue returned along with Livia's upright sitting posture, and he curled his lips and quickly responded.Then, he frowned and reprimanded impatiently: "Go back to your quilt quickly, I don't want to bother to make medicine for you!"

"Sometimes I really miss the heartless look you had when you first came here," Livia muttered and got into bed, "at least you won't be like a repeater repeating in my ear about taking medicine every day."

"If you can sort out the magic as soon as possible, instead of smashing the glass because of a bee like a three-year-old, I'd be more than happy to leave you alone." Draco raised his hand and tapped the dinner plate on the nightstand , and continued: "Before this, even if I am impatient, I have to stare at you and drink these... Don't stare at me, I just obey the professor and Dumbledore's orders."

"Ouch..." Livia drank all the potions one after another, and was so disgusted that she almost vomited out: "To be honest, I can't accept the taste no matter how many times I drink it! This is really disgusting! It's like ten years ago. Washed smelly socks!!!”

Seeing Livia's painful expression, Draco smiled comfortably. He rarely kindly handed the milk to Livia, motioning her to drink it.

"No, I don't want to drink any liquid." Livia frowned and refused, "If it's the cake Helen sent this morning, I can take a few bites."

"...Keep an inch." Draco snorted coldly.But having said that, he still took his wand, waved it in the air, and said, "Here comes the strawberry cake."

A white porcelain plate, containing a piece of sweet and greasy strawberry cream cake, wriggled awkwardly and got in through the gap of the door, followed by a fork.They flew leisurely to the bed, rubbing Draco's fingers like a good-looking puppy.Livia opened her eyes wide, took the cake from Draco, and said curiously and enviously, "This is really interesting."

"It's just a basic spell, you'll learn it soon." Draco said indifferently.

"The one in your hand is the magic wand?" Livia bit her fork and asked expectantly, "Can you show me?"

"Unfortunately," Draco shrugged, "The wand is the avatar of every wizard, and the wand will be delivered to him only if he surrenders to the other party."

"Oh, okay." Livia pursed her lips regretfully, and continued to ask: "Then can I have a magic wand?"

"Every little wizard goes to Ollivander's wand shop in Diagon Alley at the age of 11 to get his or her own wand."

"Like buying clothes?"

"No, the wands actually choose the wizards—they know who's best for them."

"Sounds amazing! What's your wand like?"

"Hawthorn wand with a core of unicorn hair, exactly ten inches. I heard that hawthorn wands are not easy to handle, and would only consider it in the hands of wizards with obvious talents."

"Sounds great. Draco, will you accompany me to pick out my wand? When I'm allowed into Diagon Alley."

"Perhaps, if time permits."

"I'll take it as your promise!"

……

The early morning wind blew into the room through the window, messing with Livia's hair and cooling the milk that Draco carefully warmed.Neither of them cared, though.

Draco's eloquent talk will continue for a while, and Livia still has a lot of curiosity about the almost unfamiliar world of wizards.This is destined to be their morning.

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