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I guess it was because I stayed in the cold drink shop for a long time, and I actually shivered in the summer heat.

"Oh, cold drinks should be eaten in high temperature!" Pushing away half of the ice cream left in front of him, he muttered.

"Ladies shouldn't say such rude words!" Draco reminded immediately.

Florin's ice cream has a clever freezing magic applied, unless it is fed into the mouth, it will never melt.

Lying on the table, churning the ice cream, "Oh, come on, don't need it now..."

"Shh...don't look up! Let's get out of here!" At this time, Draco suddenly grabbed his hand and whispered.

"What!" Draco asked softly as he followed Draco's strength towards the door.

"Hush—" Draco pursed his lips tightly, his right hand slightly bent inward.

That is the gesture of being ready to draw your wand at any time.

"Hey, look, who is this! The Malfoy kid is secretly dating!"

The shrill voice was accompanied by a sharp laugh, followed by an echoing laugh.

A pair of withered hands rested on Draco's shoulders.

Draco's back was stiff, and his whole body became more and more straight, "Good afternoon, Aunt Bella! By the way, we didn't sneak around!"

Aunt Bella - Based on a period of Blake family history supplementation, Narcissa has no sisters named Bella on the genealogy and only Bellatrix is ​​not.

"Really!" said Bellatrix, giggling.

He glanced from the corner of his eyes, but for a moment, the owner of the Florin Cold Drink Shop was lying beside the counter, not knowing whether he was alive or dead, and most of the other customers in the shop shivered behind the table, only a few of them raised their wands and stood on guard. There were two men in black robes and hoods who almost covered their faces standing at the entrance of the cold drink shop, guarding the four corners and the paths between the tables leading to the door. A few people shrouded in black.

"Then, this is the little girl picked out by the Malfoy family!" Bellatrix seemed to have been greatly provoked suddenly, and her tone became ruthless.

At the same time, the strength of the hand on the shoulder increased suddenly, and one could clearly see the veins on the hand swelled up, and a feeling like needle pricks fell on the top of the head.

Instinctively tighten the body...

"No, Aunt Bella, she is Uncle Rael's daughter, the last heir of the Black family!" Draco said in a panic.

"Oh, don't mention that little coward Regulus... Then, everything is for the glory of pure blood, this coward who sullies the blood of the 'Born Noble' Black family..."

"Shut up, crazy woman!"

Rolling left and right under the table with Draco, avoiding Bellatrix firing a silent jinx.

"Stop, stop, let's go!" Bellatrix roared to stop the Death Eaters who were holding wands around them.

"Hey, that's not bad, let's see where the two little mice are hiding..."

"Be careful--"

Before Draco could finish his sentence, a dark light flew past his shoulder.

"Ugh—" Draco groaned, clutching his arms and rolling towards the table next to him.

Apparently a jinx, but it was a good thing Bellatrix didn't kill Draco.

"Don't come out!" Draco reminded with his mouth.

"Phantom Spell"-it can make the body the same color as the surrounding environment-this is a few silent spells that I will use in battle.

Draco used a limited number of tables to barely attract Bellatrix's attention, and after only a short while, his body was covered in large and small wounds.

"Don't come out!"

Gritting his teeth, he retracted to the corner of the table.

"Heck, come on, come on again, oh, oh, I didn't expect such a love interest to appear in the cunning Malfoy..."

"Aunt Bella, please stop insulting the Malfoy family, even the elders!" Draco pointed his wand straight at Bellatrix and warned.

"Oh, oh, shouldn't it be time to be afraid?"

The Death Eaters around laughed together.

Draco was shaking with anger.

"Yes, you should be afraid! Bellatrix, you will regret this reckless behavior..."

With a roar, Sirius crashed in through the window of the cold drink shop.

Then, there were one after another "pop" sounds in the air, and suddenly members of the Order of the Phoenix stood in front of the Death Eaters in a one-on-one posture.

"Kids, get out of here!" Moody yelled, rolling the fake eyeball.

Mr. Weasley grabbed his arm and pushed it through the window.

Draco Apparated out of the soda shop the moment Sirius appeared.

"A new magic has been mastered!"

They hurried to the Diagon Alley Common Fireplace.

Know, if not, Draco might have escaped long ago...

"At this time, shouldn't we be more concerned about others?" Draco panted.

The battle just now had consumed a great deal of his mental and physical strength.

"Thought I didn't want anyone to ask about that! By the way, are you sure the public fireplace is still safe?"

The fireplace was close at hand.

"The Order of the Phoenix reacted early enough, they haven't been able to control the Ministry of Magic for the time being, before that person is not sure about returning..." Draco scooped up the Floo powder while running, "Let's go first, Black's ancestral house !"

I got in without hesitation, arguing at this time will only waste time!

"Kreacher, inform Uncle Lucius to invite the therapist from Malfoy's family to Black's house!"

Because part of the first floor was lent to the Order of the Phoenix, Black's ancestral house was located at the end of the corridor on the second floor when it was reconnected to the public fireplace in the Ministry of Magic.

As soon as his feet landed, he immediately shouted.

"Yes, little master, Kreacher will finish it right away!" Kreacher responded excitedly, and disappeared with a "snap".

Draco then staggered out of the fireplace.

"careful!"

Holding Draco hard, he entered the master bedroom at the end of the corridor, which Kreacher packed up specially for Draco.

The original owner of the room was, beyond doubt, a photo of the Slytherin Quidditch team posted inside.

After carefully staring at the somewhat thin Seeker several times, he found to his dismay that, apart from the color of his pupils, there was hardly any trace of that man on his body.

"Of course, the Black family blood is a very powerful pure blood!" Draco said firmly.

Of course, when he continued to question, he refused to elaborate, so he had to suspect that he was just insisting on Malfoy's "pure blood glory"!

Kreacher quickly emerged from the fireplace leading the Malfoy healer, followed by Narcissa.

She waited for the healer, Ju Draco, to take care of the wound before she stepped forward and sat on the edge of the bed.

"What's going on?" Narcissa asked, waving her wand, blocking out the sound from the outside world.

Draco was about to speak.

"Aunt Narcissa, we were raided at the cold drink shop in Diagon Alley..." He stepped forward and said quickly, explaining the matter in a few words.

Narcissa glanced at Draco's pale face due to blood loss, pressed the quilt on Draco's shoulder, and nodded slightly, "Stay here for a few days and rest well, this matter needs to be discussed with father." Discuss, Bella...the Trix operation is getting more and more rampant, Malfoy Manor..."

Narcissa didn't finish the rest of the story.

The Black family was also a follower of the You-Know-Who at the beginning, but due to the withering of their descendants, they could not be reused when the My-Know-Who was at its peak. What's more, now that the Order of the Phoenix has settled in, Dumbledore has cast a lot of defensive spells on this old house. , and Malfoy Village was once completely open to mysterious people...

"Mom..." Draco called.

"Listen, Draco, you've grown up, you should know what's the best choice!" Narcissa warned Draco, hugged him hastily, and Kreacher took him away from the fireplace.

"Okay, baby Draco, do you want to leave the light?"

After a moment of silence, he pretended to be relaxed.

"Oh, shut up and forget about those things!" Draco pulled up the quilt with one hand to cover his eyes.

That was before entering school. Narcissa would ask Draco this question every night after saying good night to Draco. It is said that it started when Draco and Narcissa separated into rooms.

Draco suffered several magical injuries, and although he still had something on his mind, his breathing calmed down after a while.

Lightly turned off all but the small lamp by the bed, and closed the door.

Before he reached the study room, he encountered Kreacher babbling in the shadow of the corridor wall with his back bent.

"...Oh, poor mistress, how sad she would be if she found out... The prodigal young master is back... oh... Kreacher still can't complete the young master's order..."

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