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"Pistol?" Voldemort asked, frowning.

"Yes, master. That is a Muggle weapon, and its power is about the same as the blasting curse." A death eater with white hair and a hoarse voice replied.

"Sounds like you know it well? Yaxley?"

"Of course not, master, how could I allow myself to learn about Muggles?" Yaxley quickly defended himself. Hide out in the Muggle world. It was he who told me something about the 'pistol'."

"What else did he tell you?"

"Many, master, but only one that is really useful - he said that this thing is like our magic wand, and the owner of every gun will be registered."

"Go on."

"Yes, master. Because of the information above, I asked someone to find the pistol back, and cast the Imperius Curse on a Muggle who was enthroned in charge of guns... The process is a bit complicated, master, but It turned out to be good news. We found the owner of the gun, an American wizard who graduated from Gryffindor, Daniel Jackson. And the most interesting thing is that he has registered everything in the Muggle world under his real name , but put a Confuscation Charm on his address... so I thought, maybe he's hiding something? Perhaps, the cunning little mouse Harry Potter dug a mouse hole in America?"

Voldemort's lipless mouth curled slightly at Yaxley's words, as if smiling.He stared into Yaxley's vaguely expectant eyes with scarlet eyes, and said, "This is really interesting."

Yaxley looked delighted, but Voldemort raised his hand, signaling him not to speak.

"Continue to investigate, and don't let anyone know." He instructed, and turned to Nagini at the other end of the room.

"Yes, master," Yaxley replied.

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In the sound of Dumbledore's farewell, Old Tonya took the children back to the Burrow.As when they came, they skipped time, from the night of California directly to the day of London.This also means that Harry's birthday is officially coming.

Shortly after they reached the Burrow, a silver weasel came with a ray of light and said in Mr. Weasley's voice, "The Minister for Magic is coming back with me."

The Patronus disappeared into thin air, and Livia and Draco were hastily hidden in Ron's room.

"Oh--!"

Livia was kicked in the ass by the impatient Molly, staggered into the room, and fell into Draco's arms. Draco held Livia's waist so that she could stand still.The door slammed shut behind them, shaking off a layer of wall dust.

Livia supported Draco's arm and withdrew slightly from his embrace, grinning and rubbing her buttocks, complaining in a low voice, "What a merciless kick!"

Draco couldn't help laughing when he saw Livia's sour face and pouted lips, but she was still worried about being discovered by those uninvited guests and had to speak softly.Before he met Livia, he never knew that so many expressions could appear on a person's face, it was simply unbelievable.What's even more incredible is that he gradually felt that these expressions appeared on Livia's face, which were quite cute.

What an amazing girl... Draco sighed again in his heart.

The close distance also allowed Draco to notice a thin gold chain on Livia's neck. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's that on your neck?"

"This?" Livia reached out and pulled the gold chain out of the T-shirt, and pinched the little golden badger hanging on it, "It's the necklace my mother gave me, you've seen it before. This time I brought it out when I went back, and I hope mommy will give us good luck."

Livia raised her head as she spoke, but fell silent when her forehead brushed against Draco's chin.

too close.

Draco still maintained the posture of catching her just now, wrapped her waist with one hand, and supported her upper arm with the other, and even bent down a little in order to hold her more securely—all of this Both have led to a closer distance between the two than ever before.Realizing this, Livia suddenly froze.

She paused, blushing and trying to distance herself from Draco.Draco also discovered Livia's intentions, but was inexplicably displeased with Livia's movement of trying to escape.He pretended to be nonchalant and moved his left hand, which was originally holding Livia's arm, to her back, and continued to ask, "Why didn't you wear it before?"

Livia, who noticed Draco's movements, froze all of a sudden, and she stammered an answer: "I used to be... afraid, afraid of losing..."

Draco nodded, and his chin lightly touched Livia's forehead.Livia's mind seemed to have been injected with a vat of paste, and it was extremely chaotic.She became inexplicably nervous, she didn't even dare to move her eyes, she could only keep staring at Draco's graceful neck and the protruding Adam's apple.

Livia's state pleased Draco, and he smiled happily.And someone who was frozen in place, saw the Adam's apple that was trembling in front of him, and his ears quickly burned red.

For the first time, Livia hoped that someone could give her a numbness spell, so that she would not feel Draco's warm breath brushing over the top of her head, and the hands around her waist were slowly Tighten it up, you can't feel the ambiguous air in this stuffy and narrow room... Livia swallowed nervously, and grabbed Draco's shirt tightly.

Draco's lightheartedness made him and Livia's stiff and tense seem to be in two worlds, and he watched Livia's face turn beautiful pink with his every move with satisfaction.He bent down even more maliciously, and approached Livia's ear vaguely.

"Livia?" He said softly, and the last sound that he raised made Livia's cochlea twitch, causing her to shrink her shoulders subconsciously.

"Huh?" Livia made a sticky guttural voice, the voice was so small that it was almost inaudible.

"You've scratched my shirt!" Draco's tone suddenly brightened, "You're responsible for ironing it!"

"Draco Malfoy!"

Livia pushed Draco away in embarrassment and anger, rubbed her itchy ears with one hand, pointed at Draco's nose with the other and shouted angrily: "Stay away from me!"

"Hush..." Draco made a gesture of silence, and reminded with a smirk: "Did you forget that there is an unexpected guest outside?"

Livia's complexion became even more exciting, she pursed her lips, her face gradually wrinkled into a ball, she clenched her fists and kept stamping her feet, she just didn't know what to say to the vicious kid in front of her.In the end, she just snorted heavily from her nose, and turned around angrily.

Draco finally couldn't help laughing out loud seeing Livia's pitiful expression.He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said happily: "Oh, Livia, Livia! You are such a magical girl!"

"That doesn't sound like a compliment!" Livia said angrily.

"Trust me, cute little guy," Draco raised his hand to rub Livia's hair, put his arms around her shoulders from behind, and said, "I swear to Merlin, this is definitely what I said to the girl Yes, most sincere compliments."

The door was opened at this moment, Harry walked in loudly, looked up and saw Draco and Livia - the boy hugged the girl from behind, looking like he was about to give her a sweet cheek kiss.Harry froze for half a second, blushed suddenly, stepped back quickly, and hit Ron's nose hard with the back of his head.

"Oh! What are you doing, Harry!" Ron yelled in pain, he raised his head, his eyes widened suddenly: "Merlin!"

Livia quickly broke away from Drake's hand and jumped far away.Draco retracted his arm naturally, and smiled leisurely at the flustered Livia.

"Why are you blocking the door? Go in!"

Hermione, who stood at the end, urged while pushing the two people who were blocking the way into the door.

Harry staggered a few steps and stopped in front of Draco and Livia.He scratched his head, his eyes were scrambling, not knowing where to look, and he stammered guiltyly: "Hold... sorry, we didn't disturb anything, did we?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the voices of Draco and Livia sounded in harmony at the same time——

"No!" "Obviously..."

Draco raised his eyebrows, and told himself with a clear expression [Don't play tricks! ]’s Livia continued: “Obviously—no.”

"What the hell are you doing in front?" Hermione pushed Harry and Ron aside and walked in with a tired expression on her face.She went to Ron's bed and asked, "Can I sit on your bed, Ron?"

After she finished speaking, she sat down directly, because she knew that Ron would not object.Ron shrugged indifferently, and sat down beside her with Harry, and the small bed was immediately filled by the three of them.

Ron looked at Draco, showing a clearly happy but feigned regret expression, and said, "I'm sorry, there's no room for the bed, Malfoy."

Draco gave him a funny look, took out his wand, and casually turned a broken three-legged chair next to Ron's bed into a gorgeously decorated and soft-looking double sofa, pulling Livia side by side sit down.He put on a comfortable posture and said leisurely, "I don't think I need your bed."

Harry watched the interaction between the two and sighed inwardly.He originally thought that he would be the one who would fight Malfoy to the end of the world, but now it seemed that Ron would be more suitable for this spot.Before Ron could speak to Draco again, he said, "Rufus Scrimgeour just came."

"I already knew," Draco said, "I guess he didn't come to wish you a happy birthday?"

"Oh, of course." Harry's expression became a little ugly, he pointed to his clothes, and said, "Look at what he did to me, he just ruined my birthday!"

Draco followed Harry's fingers and found that there was a small hole in his clothes that looked like a cigarette burn.

Hearing Harry's words, Ron and Hermione frowned tacitly, as if remembering something bad.Next, the three of them narrated the meeting with Scrimgeour just now in an angry and disgusted tone, and even recounted the conversation between them.

"He actually withheld what Dumbledore left us for a full 31 days!" Harry snorted angrily, "He even asked Hermione if that 'Tale of the Bard Beed' was a This cipher set. I guess he's thought about taking apart my Snitch or Ron's Deluminator."

Draco was not interested in Harry's criticism, he stared at the golden snitch flapping its little wings in Harry's hand, and raised his eyebrows with interest. "So," he said, "that's what he meant by 'significant birthday present.'"

"One of his 'inheritances', to be exact," said Harry, looking even angrier, "He also left me the sword of Gryffindor, but Scrimgeour said he was not entitled to give it away! "

"So which is the 'important thing' that Dumbledore said?" Livia frowned and asked, "The golden snitch? Or the sword?"

"I don't know," Harry said dejectedly, "I saw in the Pensieve that Voldemort wanted to collect treasures from the four colleges when he was young...but Dumbledore would not leave me a golden snitch for no reason."

"No matter what, we have to find that sword," Livia said, "Dumbledore will never leave you useless things for no reason. Such plots often appear in detective novels, the more strange it is Things are more useful! So Ron's Deluminator and Hermione's book, they must both be of great use!"

"You're right," said Hermione. "Maybe Scrimgeour is right. This is the cipherbook Dumbledore left me."

"So what's mine?" Ron held the extinguisher in front of his face, tapped it lightly, and the only light in the room was instantly extinguished.

"It'll always work, Ron," said Hermione, "just keep it in your pocket!"

There was another soft bang, and the light flew back to the roof, illuminating them again.

"Well, it's pretty cool, even if it turns out to be useless," said Ron cautiously. "It's said that Dumbledore invented it himself!"

"But he didn't give you this to light a lamp," Harry said irritably. "Oh, I'm going crazy! Why didn't he give us more hints yesterday? Can't we see him again... "

"Harry!"

Hermione hurriedly pushed Harry and looked out the window vigilantly, while Draco directly pulled out his wand and closed his ears to listen.

"I think you are indeed crazy?" Draco sarcastically said, "or did the hole Scrimgeour burn in your clothes directly damage your brain?"

"You should be careful!" Hermione lowered her voice and warned seriously, "You have to know that he can't come forward to help us like before! If other people know that he is still alive, then all the efforts Livia and the others have made before will be in vain. It's all in vain!"

"Sorry." Harry said with some embarrassment, "I know it's not good, but I can't help but want to rely on him."

"That's normal," Draco said coolly, "The Savior is just a baby to take care of."

He bites the word child hard, to accentuate the irony in it.But it was clear that he had underestimated Harry's simplicity.

"Thank you, Malfoy." Harry said sincerely, with those big green eyes open, "I know you're comforting me."

"Oh!" Livia couldn't help laughing at Draco's instantly darkened face and Harry's ignorant look, "You're so cute, Harry."

"I think your eyes are covered with Hu Meizi's feces?" Draco raged. "Cute? Him?!"

"Never mind, Draco, of course you are cuter than him." Livia patted Draco's head and smoothed it.Draco's ears turned red strangely, and he opened Livia's hand awkwardly.

"Enough!" wailed Ron. "Stop flirting! Shyness doesn't suit you, Malfoy!"

"Shut up, Weasley!" Draco yelled angrily.

At this moment, someone knocked lightly on the door, and they quickly put away the things in their hands.

"Come in!" Ron said loudly.

"It's me," Ginny poked her head out from behind the door. She froze for a moment when she saw Harry, and then continued to talk to Ron: "Mom told you to clean up your house quickly."

"Oh, no!" Ron jumped off the bed and said angrily, "Are they really planning to get married here? In my room?"

"Married? Who?" Livia asked.

"It's Bill and Fleur, they've been engaged to get married tomorrow," Hermione told her, "and they don't think war can stop them from pursuing happiness."

"I guess it must be Gryffindor-style stupidity that ate your brain? That's why you let them hold this wedding at this time?" Draco squinted at the cheerful old Tonya, said sarcastically.

They were now standing in the Burrow's manicured orchard.The uneven weeds here have been neatly trimmed, and Mrs. Weasley even cast decorative magic on the grass to make it look more green and lovely; the goblins hiding in the grass have been driven out, these troublemakers The holes they dug were also filled one by one.The female members of the Order of the Phoenix are all gathered here, eagerly discussing various color combinations with excited voices, constantly waving their magic wands to change the plain white tablecloth into patterns, tirelessly adjusting the angle of each ribbon and the flowers degree of bloom.

Draco looked coldly at Livia who was so busy that she seemed to be arranging her own wedding scene, while continuing to talk to old Tonya beside her: "I don't want to pour cold water on the atmosphere, but forgive me Frankly speaking, this is stupid! The mysterious man and his subordinates may rush in at any time when we are toasting and drinking, and mercilessly awada all the guests!"

But old Tonya didn't seem worried. He touched his round beer belly with one hand and straightened his goatee with the other, and said casually: "Don't worry, Draco. The Burrow has very strong protection Curse, they can't get in."

"Don't be too confident." Draco frowned. "Who knows what will happen tomorrow?"

"Well, boy, Daniel and I will strengthen the protective spell here tonight." Old Tonya said, "Stop frowning, Draco, be happy!" He chuckled again, Raising his hand a few steps away, Arthur Weasley, who was kicked out of the discussion circle by the women because the tablecloth was not beautiful enough, greeted: "Arthur! Leave the decorations to the women! Come to us Come here!"

Arthur looked at the unsuccessful tablecloth with some nostalgia, walked over and said with a smile, "What are you talking about?"

"Draco is a little worried about tomorrow's safety."

"Oh!" Arthur looked at Draco in surprise, as if he didn't expect him to say this, "What a cautious boy. I feel more and more that you are better than your father."

Draco almost couldn't control his fists, he barely held back his temper, and was about to say something more, when an elegant and gleaming lynx jumped out of mid-air and paced in front of Arthur.

"Oh, it's Kingsley," said old Tonya.

As if to verify his words, Kingsley's voice immediately came out of the lynx's mouth.

"We have received a message from the Malfoy couple," said the lynx, "the mysterious man decided to attack Azkaban tomorrow to rescue the Death Eaters who failed to escape. Although he couldn't find what he wanted there , but Moody and I may just have to stay there and deal with it. Please convey our apologies and best wishes to the newcomers, and if things go well, we may be able to catch up with the next dance."

After finishing speaking, Lynx gave a gentleman's salute gracefully, and completely dissipated in the air.

"I've never felt that the mysterious man's decision was so correct! It seems that Bill will have a wonderful wedding!" Arthur looked very happy, and he walked quickly to Molly to tell her the good news.

"Looks like our danger is gone," said old Tonya to Draco. "Have a good time, lad! We don't have to worry about it!"

Draco pouted, but didn't answer.

"Hey, old Tonya, Draco!"

Daniel, who hadn’t seen him for a long time, came out of the house and walked to the two of them with a smile.With a healthy flush on his face, he looked fully recovered.Not far away, Livia and Hermione, who were helping, saw Daniel, and hurriedly dropped what they were doing and ran over.

"Daniel!" Livia said happily, "Molly said you are recovering well! How are you feeling now?"

"It couldn't be better, Livia." Daniel laughed, "Snape's potion is great!"

"Good afternoon, Daniel!" said Hermione, laughing. "It's good to see you recovered!"

"Good afternoon, Hermione." Daniel said, "I heard you have something to ask me?"

"Oh, yes..." Hermione bit her lips, took a deep breath, and asked a little shyly, "Daniel, do you have a portkey, an old house number?"

"That's right," Daniel nodded, and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

"Old house number?" Livia said, "The door key we went to Diagon Alley last time is also an old house number!"

"It's the same one, I brought it with me when I collected my luggage last time, just in case." Daniel told Livia, and then he turned to Hermione and said, "What happened to that Portkey? "

"Oh, it's nothing..." Hermione seemed a little embarrassed, she hesitated before summoning up the courage to say: "Can you give it to me? The number on it is exactly the same as my house number! You know, for To deal with..., I modified my parents' memory and let them move to Australia..." Her eyes turned red quietly, she paused, sniffed, and continued to speak in a relaxed tone as much as possible, "So, I don't think I'll be able to go home for a long time. It's sudden, I know. If it matters, then..."

"Oh, no no no, Hermione," Daniel said, laughing, "I'm glad the old number plate has such a warm number. It's yours, Hermione! You can take it now!"

"Thank you so much! Daniel!" Hermione looked like she was about to cry with joy, "Thank you!"

"Don't thank him so much," Livia said, putting her arms around Hermione's shoulders, "Strictly speaking, it doesn't belong to him!"

"I'm grateful anyway," Hermione sniffled. "I'm so homesick! You have no idea how much this means to me..."

"Okay, little girl." Daniel rubbed Hermione's hair gently, "Come with me, the important things must be put in your pockets as soon as possible."

Hermione nodded heavily, and followed Daniel into the house with a grateful expression.Unwilling to be lonely, Livia thought for a while, followed in the footsteps of the two, and left together holding Hermione's hand.

"Livia and Hermione seem to have a good relationship," said old Tonya with a smile. "I'm glad to see her make new friends. You know, she's never played with a little girl before."

"I guess that's not her fault?" Draco said, raising his eyebrows. "Someone's Muggle Repelling Charm seems to be doing the trick?"

Old Tonya scratched his head and laughed, as if he wanted to end the topic in this way.

He looked at the wedding decoration team not far away, which had become a bit embarrassed due to the withdrawal of Hermione and Livia, took out his wand, and said, "Maybe I can help the women change things?" He waved his wand, and put A blade of grass becomes several candy-colored party balloons.He showed it to Draco and said with a smile, "How do they look? Muggle banquets have these!"

Draco glanced at it disdainfully, punctured the balloon with a few needle-piercing spells, and then used those balloon wreckage to conjure up a ball that can only be seen at the banquet of upper-class pure-blood families while old Tonya lamented, A silver candlestick with three mouthpieces of one person's height.

He casually tapped his magic wand again, and several grasses quickly grew taller, and after wrapping around the candlestick, they turned into a delicate silver vine.Finally, he waved his magic wand upwards, and the buds on the flower vines bloomed lightly, and several little fairies the size of broad beans flew out of it, sprinkled bright gold and silver powder, and danced gracefully around the candlestick.

After finishing all this, Draco turned his head proudly, and saw old Tonya's astonishing expression as expected.

"I don't think your balloon is ashamed," Draco said in a long aria, "after all, you have to see a good thing before you can tell the good from the bad."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and was about to make a perfect curtain call for the performance with a proud back, when he heard old Tonya shouting at the top of his voice——

"Molly! You have to come and see this!" he said happily. "I think I've found a good helper for you!"

! ! ! ! ! ! !

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Draco, who was forced to conjure up a full set of accessories for tomorrow's wedding, was deeply depressed as he rubbed his arms that he couldn't lift. His troll-like brute force and the vicious words he used to threaten him will become the nightmare and pain of his life, and he will never be able to let go of it.

"I will never forgive you!"

Draco gritted his teeth and said to Livia fiercely, and then ate the black currant pancake she fed to his mouth in one bite.

…not even if the crepes are really delicious! —Draco added silently in his heart.

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