Platinum Working Guys at Hotel California

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London Malfoy Manor

Zabini knelt on the ground, trembling, without any trace of his usual arrogance.

He's in such a mess right now, but if the girls at Hogwarts saw him, they probably wouldn't be able to laugh at him - no sixth year Slytherin who was suddenly summoned by the Dark Lord couldn't do better good.On weekdays, he looked down on Harry, laughed at Draco's father being squeezed out by the Death Eaters, and also had no good comments on Voldemort and his men.But when he really faced Voldemort, he couldn't stop the trembling in his heart.He tried his best to show his most pious side, keeping his body as close to the ground as possible, for fear that some of his actions would offend the adult who was a few steps away.

The chill of the marble tiles slowly soaked into the bone marrow, and Zabini felt as if he was in an ice cellar.

Voldemort's figure slowly emerged from the shadows deep in the room, approaching Zabini step by step.Bella followed closely three steps away, staring at the god in her mind with obsessive and fanatical eyes.

"Look up, boy," said Voldemort.

Zabini seemed to tremble all over. He didn't dare to be negligent, and immediately raised his head, but he didn't dare to look directly at Voldemort's face, and only carefully cast his eyes on his robe feet.

Voldemort squinted at the terrified boy in front of him.The current form of the war can be said to be evenly matched. The Order of the Phoenix lost Sirius, and he also lost two generals from the Malfoy family.Zabini, a little aphid he didn't care about before, came into his sight at this moment.The strong family property and disproportionate power gave this young man the potential to become a qualified servant, and such a person, even if it was lost, would not be a pity.

Just as he expected, Zabini's eyes and movements all showed his deep fear.Fear is the source of submission, which is a good sign, as long as it is tamed, he will reap a hearty servant.

"I've heard rumors," said Voldemort, "that your mother is divorced again?"

"... yes, the Dark Lord."

"Your mother has amassed a lot of wealth in recent years," continued Voldemort, walking up to Zabini, looking down at him, "but you have never been more respected." He picked Zabini up with his wand. Jaw, the tip of the rod was aimed squarely at his throat.His blood-red eyes looked straight at the fear in Zabini's eyes, and said softly, "Am I right?"

"...Yes, yes, Dark Lord." Zabini was trembling all over, and asked in horror, "But...I don't understand...you..."

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Voldemort withdrew his wand and smiled unpredictably, "I just want to give you a little advice, or a shortcut to success? I think you should have learned that Draco Malfoy's News of death?"

"...Yes, the Dark Lord." Zabini replied nervously.

"Draco is a good boy... Of course, his parents are also very good. In recognition of what he and his family have done for me, I originally entrusted him with a heavy responsibility. But now..."

"You should feel honored! Kid!" Bella said sharply, "To be appreciated by the master is something that many people would not envy!"

Zabini seemed to be stabbed by Voldemort's words, he raised his head reflexively, and looked at Voldemort with disbelieving eyes.He wants to refuse, but he also knows that he should refuse. After all, in war, staying away from disputes is the best talisman... However, the extreme fear that surrounds him at this moment and his conceited nature that desires to be the central figure prevent him from Resist this venomous temptation.

After a long time, he lowered his head again, kissed Voldemort's robe feet, and said reverently——

"Glory, mylord."

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Draco stared at the black figure sitting at the door, unable to convince himself to look away.

Not long ago, not long after he had lunch, the door of the hotel was opened.

"Little Livia! I'm back!" The voice of the visitor seemed to have cast a powerful amplifying spell, and Draco was sure that he saw the water in the teacup being stirred up by the sound wave in a circle of spiral ripples.

"Uncle Tonya!" Livia threw down the broom in her hand in excitement, and threw herself into old Tonya's arms like a Bludger.

This is her Uncle Tonya?

Draco looked at the old man with a white beard in front of him, and raised his eyebrows.

He thought that since he was an "uncle", he should be younger.

"Uncle Tonya! Why have you been away for so long this time!" Livia was like a little girl who saw her father who hadn't returned home for a long time, her voice was full of coquettishness and excitement.

"Oh, sweetheart," old Tonya patted Livia's head, "you wouldn't have guessed what kind of happy event I had this time! My grandniece has become a mother! I've upgraded again!"

"My God! Is it a boy or a girl?"

"It's a little girl! Skin like smooth coconut meat, lips red like a red parrot fish! Just as cute and beautiful as my little Livia!"

Coconut meat?

Parrot fish?

Draco sighed helplessly, hoping that poor Muggle baby wouldn't be heartbroken by this too characteristic of a compliment.

"I really want to meet her!"

"You will, sweetheart. When she grows up, her parents will bring her to us, after all, their town can't see the sea. But before that," old Tonya turned to Draco With a kind smile, "I think you should introduce your new friend to me."

"God, I must be too excited to forget you." Livia scratched her hair apologetically, "I'm sorry, Draco."

"Don't mind, Livia." After all, I haven't just experienced your stupidity, "I think this gentleman doesn't mind either."

Draco stood up, walked out of the front desk, and stood in front of old Tonya, smirking impeccably.

"Uncle Tonya, this is Draco Malfoy. He came from England and is planning to make some achievements in the hotel industry in the United States. Now he is temporarily accumulating industrial experience in my hotel."

As if he didn't see the corners of Draco's mouth suddenly stiffened at all, old Tonya smiled so much that even his beard was trembling: "What a young man with a dream! Little Livia's hotel was handed down from her great-grandfather , is the only hotel in our town. As the senior who monopolizes the hotel industry in our town, little Livia will definitely give you many constructive suggestions for your dream." Saying that, old Tonya took a photo with him proudly. Patting Livia on the shoulder, Livia straightened her chest and put on a stupid expression of "the tomorrow of the small town hotel industry is in my hands".

"You're right." Draco's inner sigh was about to shatter the floor, but his expression remained on that standard smirk.

"Draco, this is Uncle Tonya, I think you already know his name. He's the only working cop in our town! And he's been serving the town for 46 years! He's an All-American- oh No, he's the best police officer in the world!" Livia's face was full of pride, as if the two had just exchanged expressions.

Old Tonya, like Livia just now, straightened his collar, puffed out his chest, and put on an expression of "I am the God of Justice, I am a criminal hunter!".

"What a great experience!" Even Draco couldn't help admiring his ability to speak nonsense, "I can assure you, but any stupid thief with a little brain should understand that committing crimes in your jurisdiction is Suicide. After all, even a field mouse that escapes at night cannot escape the claws of a golden eagle."

"I'm so glad you said that, Draco." Old Tonya patted Draco on the shoulder like a kind junior, and stopped there.He leaned closer to Draco, looking straight into his eyes, "After all, many people don't understand this truth. It's not that they don't know that they are a field mouse, but that they mistakenly underestimated the golden eagle's ability."

For some reason, Draco saw the hidden meaning on the old Muggle's face, and he was inexplicably nervous.Fortunately, old Tonya immediately let go of his shoulders, and stood back beside Livia, greeting her with a friendly smile just like the beginning.

"By the way, I almost forgot, I have a gift for my little Livia." Then, Old Tonya whistled and shouted outside the house: "Bobby!"

A big, glossy short-haired black dog rushed in from a corner outside the house barking wildly, circling around Old Tonya excitedly.

"Sit down, Bobby." Old Tonya patted the big dog Bobby's butt, and Bobby sat obediently at his feet.

"It's called Bobby? Haha, it's so interesting." Livia stepped forward excitedly and rubbed Bobby's ears.

Compared to Livia's excitement, Draco's mood was much more complicated.

Merlin, how can this big black dog with a stupid face enjoying Livia's touch look so damn familiar!

Draco's eyes widened as he studied the huge black dog named Poppy.

The Malfoy family heads of all generations testified that if he hadn't heard the news of Sirius' death in battle, he would almost have shouted "Black!" to the big dog.

"It's my grandniece's dog, but it's so big it's taking up space that should have been a baby room. I didn't know you had a boy here to help, so I asked for it and wanted it Guard the gate for you." Old Tonya winked at Livia and explained the origin of the big dog, "But if you don't need it, I can also keep it in the bureau."

"I want it! Of course I want it! It doesn't conflict with Draco does it? I think Draco would like Poppy too!"

"Oh, really?"

The two of them looked at Draco at the same time, even with almost the same expression.

Draco only casually glanced at Livia and the dirt dog who showed the same stupid expression, and then moved his eyes to old Tonya quietly.This ordinary Muggle was wearing a half-worn uniform, his red face peeking out from his grizzled beard and curly hair.Old Tonya smelled of "good old man" all over his body, like the smell of soap on his clothes that you can't find annoying, but Draco always felt that something was wrong.

No way, who let Draco know another person who exudes the familiar aura of "you are all my own children" at any time, and is now wearing a starry sky wizard robe, sitting in the headmaster's room at Hogwarts, chewing How about Zizi honey candy?

What's more, this white-bearded Muggle also brought a stupid and big black dog.

Suddenly, a Muggle like an old bee and a black dog like Sirius appeared beside him.

This feeling really made him sick.

All right Draco, stop.

The pseudo Muggle and true wizard in the chaos took a deep breath and ordered himself to stop those inconsequential imaginations.

Sirius was already dead and turned into scum, how could he appear in this insignificant seaside town out of thin air?Do you think this is writing The Legend of Merlin?

"Draco, you wouldn't mind Bobby living here, would you?" Livia opened her eyes wide, trying to appear dewy, so that Draco could understand her hope.

"...Of course." It's just an ordinary stupid dog anyway, not that troublesome and irritable Order of the Phoenix soldier... right?

That being said, during the next time Livia and old Tonya sat on the small sofa beside them and chatted, Draco still couldn't help but keep looking at Bobby who was squatting obediently by the door.

Until today's second visitor's surprise loud voice broke this strange man and beast looking at each other affectionately——

"Old Tonya! You are here!"