gray eye to gray eye

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Carrying a somewhat long skirt, he ran over quickly, not noticing a disappointed gaze behind him at all.

Draco hid in the shadow of the corner of the stairs, looked at the girl who ran up directly without even saying goodbye to the principal and elders, proudly raised the corners of his mouth at the group...

Fred patted the shoulder of the red-haired brother, leaned into his ear and said a few words.

George cheered up, and together with Fred, surrounded Ron maliciously...

There was a burst of laughter from behind, but it didn't matter anymore.

He held Draco's arm and asked, "How do you feel? Mr. Gust said it was fine, but he slept for two full days—"

Walking through the dark stairs, the lights in the corridor on the second floor turned on.

"—Draco, the hair, and the eyes—"

"Shut up - oh, at least not until we're back in the room -" Draco whispered.

Pushing open the door, unexpectedly, there were already two people sitting in the heavily guarded study room.

"Mummy's little princess, let mom take a good look at it, um, she has grown taller, and she is about to become a big girl..." Emma rushed over and kissed her cheek hard.

"Emma—" cried embarrassingly.

"Oh, Draco, so handsome!" Emma finally had enough trouble, turned around and gave Draco a big hug again.

Draco seemed relieved, and didn't repeat that - kissing action to Emma.

"Father, Aunt Emma!"

Under the bright lights, Draco's changes were not easy to ignore. The original shiny platinum blonde hair grew to his waist overnight, and more importantly, it turned into a very rare silvery white. The normal gray eyes turned into a light pink, like two most beautiful pink diamonds.The shining platinum nobleman now looks like a moving gem!

"Then, obviously, the blood elf lineage is not fully awakened, Draco!" Lucius looked Draco carefully, "Before these characteristics completely disappear, it is best not to let anyone who cannot be trusted notice, such as the one just now. -"

"Sorry, Uncle Lucius, it's all because of..."

"No, Malfoy never put the blame on a lady!" After Lucius confirmed that Draco was in good health, his tone resumed his usual aristocratic chant, "It's hard to imagine that Gryffindor would be considerate or considerate." Respect the original master here!"

Pursing his lips, "I can't agree more with your point of view, Uncle Lucius!"

Next, just as we finished the politeness after meeting, Lucius suddenly changed his face and covered his left arm.

"Dad!" Draco yelled in panic.

"Listen, Draco, stay here, don't act rashly, don't touch Kreacher's locket, go directly to Dumbledore to deal with it, and practice Occlumency well!" Lucius explained a few words hastily, Hastily left from the fireplace.

"Just in case, go to Sirius and tell Dumbledore about it. Draco, please remember what Lucius said. The same goes for Sharon. Occlumency, do you understand?" Emma's expression also changed. dignified.

The position Lucius was covering was exactly where the Dark Mark was, so he turned pale with panic...

"Yes, Aunt Emma, ​​don't worry, at least Hogwarts is safe!" Draco forced a smile despite his uneasiness.

"Emma—"

"Honey, Mommy has to deal with some things as soon as possible, take care of yourself and Draco, remember what you said just now!" Emma hugged Draco again, and after giving Draco a kiss, she held the hem of her skirt and quickly Go downstairs.

The Gryffindors also held a Harry Potter welcome party downstairs.

Emma's sudden appearance made the downstairs quiet.

Sirius stood over anxiously, "Love, Emma, ​​here we come..."

"I just took care of something..." Emma gently stroked the ruby ​​hairpin on her temples.

Sirius greeted him hesitantly.

"What are you doing, oh, it smells bad--" Emma glanced around critically, and then lifted the hairpin again--the Weasley brothers just showed a prank that has not been fully developed product!

Sirius gritted his teeth, pulled out his wand quickly, and gave Emma a Legilimency in front of everyone.

"What just happened - about Voldemort?"

"Kreacher has a suspicious locket, which was retrieved by Rael... Lucius' mark has responded, and the Dark Lord summoned his servants." Emma replied automatically with a confused expression.

Dumbledore stood up with a serious face.

"Dizzy!" Sirius yelled, quickly leaping over to catch Emma's limp body, "Send Emma up to rest for a while, Mr. Dumbledore, please!"

Dumbledore's eyes flashed behind his round glasses, "Of course, old age is still somewhat useful... well, children, I'm afraid I have to regret to say that tonight's banquet can only end here ..."

Sirius took three steps and two steps, and sent Emma to the master bedroom, "Kreacher, Kreacher, take care of Miss Farmily!"

"Yes, young master!"

Kreacher appeared in the room with a "bang", and bent his head to the ground, "Kreacher doesn't need orders from the prodigal young master, Kreacher will take good care of the mistress, oh, poor mistress, just go down for a while and go to sleep Got it, I must have been bullied by the Prodigal Young Master and the stinky Mudbloods..."

"Shut up, good job!" Sirius yelled irritably.

"Yes!" Kreacher replied unwillingly.

Sirius helped Emma take off the outer dress, untied her bun, covered Emma with a quilt, and then walked out of the room quickly...

In this room, after Emma went out, she and Draco looked at each other in bewilderment in the study.

There seemed to be a sudden breeze in the airtight room, and Draco's waist-length silver shiny hair swayed slightly back and forth.

"Merlin! Draco, what's wrong?" asked Draco, holding Draco's arm firmly.

Oh, what a fool, how could there be wind in a room densely wrapped by a magic circle!

"Don't make a fuss, it's just that the mana is overdrawn, help him back to the bedroom, father has already delivered the potion!" Draco said softly.

"Well, it's clear, don't talk!" Supporting Draco's limp body, "Kreacher, Kreacher!"

"Yes, the young master's name is Kreacher!"

Kreacher was sweating slightly on his wrinkled forehead, but he still responded happily, and he began to seriously consider Draco's previous proposal to find more house elves for the Black family—ah, great My little lord Regulus, Black's family is thriving again...

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The author has something to say: grit your teeth and never give up!

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"Stay at the door, no one is allowed in, including Sirius!"

"Yes, Kreacher understands that the little master is Kreacher's real master!" The house elf responded excitedly.

A group of high-end crystal bottles are placed on the bedside table.

After I supported Draco to lie down, I hurriedly took a bottle of potion, uncorked the bottle and handed it over.

Draco frowned and poured it in.

"Okay, you sleep for a while, no one will come!" I helped Draco pull the quilt, and said softly.

Draco let out a "huh", and the upper and lower eyelids were quickly glued together...

Unbeknownst to us, Lucius stumbles and Apparates on a hillside.

There is an old manor on the hillside. The windows of the main building of the manor are sealed, the tiles on the roof are incomplete, and creepers are crawling all over the house.

Lucius endured the burning pain in his arm, and carefully pulled up the hood to cover his dazzling platinum hair.

The manor was very damp, desolate, dilapidated, eerie, and apparently uninhabited for a long time.

In such a manor, the upstairs windows were dimly lit, and black shadows flashed past the windows from time to time.

Lucius regained his composure and groped his way into the building. A rotten smell came to his nostrils. There was thick dust on the stone steps of the stairs, and a few lines of footprints were clearly visible.

At the top of the corridor, a door was ajar, and a faint light shone through it, casting a flickering orange-yellow shadow on the dark floor.

Lucius slowed down, opened the door and walked in.

The light is the firelight in the fireplace.

There seemed to be something on a high chair with its back to the door, and Bellatrix stood guard with her wand raised.

A few people with hoods stood around in twos and threes.

"Who is this one?"

A strangely high-pitched voice came.

Lucius almost couldn't help shivering.

"Master, it's Lucius, Lucius Malfoy!" Bellatrix replied respectfully.

"Oh, Malfoy, yes, Lucius Malfoy, my treacherous servant..."

Lucius' pupils shrank violently, "Master, great master, Lucius will always be your loyal follower!"

There was a cold laughter from behind the high-backed chair.

Lucius gritted his teeth and dropped to his knees - it's been too long, no one can make a Malfoy kiss the corner of his robes like a house elf!

"Very good, very good, I hope you can always remember what you said today..."

"Yes, master!" Lucius replied without hesitation.

Then, sometimes the turning point of history is just because of one person's thought - Lucius noticed a person standing behind the high chair out of the corner of his eye!

Whether it was the Dark Lord's obviously weakened body and the humiliation of feeling more bloodthirsty and tyrannical than ever and being treated like a house elf, Lucius didn't make up his mind—Peter Pedilou was wearing a long wearing a black cloak, standing proudly behind Bellatrix - when Lucius knelt down!

This is a signal, in the eyes of the deformed Dark Lord, Malfoy is not even better than that disgusting mouse - besides, for the sake of Black, not long ago, Lucius himself sent him to Az Caban...

When the body and magic power have not recovered, it is not suitable to summon those ambitious subordinates at all, but the Dark Lord needs these subordinates to provide some "small conveniences", and Bellatrix is ​​right, this is to test those People at their best - as for their faults, there will be time to weigh them!

Under the Dark Lord's signal, Lucius stood up slowly and stood quietly on the spot.

After about 10 minutes, another three or two people came one after another, sparsely surrounding the high chair.

"Then, that's all!"

This gloomy voice seemed to scratch everyone's heart, making people feel chills all over their bodies.

After a harsh, strange laugh, the Dark Lord announced that he would keep his return a secret for the time being, and Bellatrix pushed the high chair away, accompanied by only Peter Pedilou.

Lucius didn't know that Peter Pediru could have this honor only because he helped Bellatrix find the Dark Lord who lived on snakes in the depths of the Albanian forest...

"Yes, a disgusting mouse..."

"...Sent into Azkaban by Malfoy himself..."

"...Now the Dark Lord trusts Wormtail even more..."

"..."

Narcissa held her wand and stood guard outside the secret room, although she was extremely anxious and worried—Lucius apparated to Malfoy Manor, stumbled into the secret room of the Malfoy family alone without saying a word—there was a hanging in it. Ancestral portrait.

"Honey!"

The door of the secret room slid open silently, and Narcissa greeted her.

Lucius' face was still solemn, but it was much better than the loss of soul when he just came back, at least he calmed down.

"He is back!"

Narcissa covered her mouth...

What followed was nothing short of dramatic change.

A new house elf was born in Malfoy Manor. Generally, the owners would never pay attention to this kind of thing. The old elf would naturally educate the elf to serve the master, and the name would not change from generation to generation.

Lucius took away an elf who hadn't grown up himself, causing a group of house elves to barely break the kitchen floor of Malfoy Manor...

One day when Dumbledore was sitting in his office enjoying a cup of honey tea over the pile of cockroaches, this impudent elf suddenly appeared on a table full of silverware. shape", it wobbled and fell on the table, breaking several valuable utensils.

The half-sized elf didn't notice the trouble he had caused at all, and stood on the table and muttered to himself.

"...the bow...the white beard...the old man..."

Dumbledore listened carefully for a while before he vaguely heard these words.

"Ah—may I ask—" said Dumbledore, staring into his blue eyes hidden behind round glasses.

"Yes, the old man with a bow on his beard!" The immature elf called out, "Yes, the Dark Lord has been resurrected, but he is very weak and may not have a body that can move freely. Melon,..."

Dumbledore stood up in surprise, but the elf just got stuck here.

"Muggle, Muggle..." The elf wrinkled his troubled face.

For fear of disturbing the unreliable elf in front of him, Dumbledore dared not show his breath.

"By the way, there was an old house in the Muggle village of Little Hangleton..." After the elf finally finished speaking, he threw Dumbledore a crystal with strings that kept circling. The bottle crookedly disappeared amid a burst of "ding ding bang bang".

There were some debris left around the table...

With the definite news, the Order of the Phoenix quickly organized an effective attack.

"...Dumbledore announces that the Dark Lord has once again been defeated..."

Except for Bellatrix, who was captured on the spot and was too flamboyant, no one else was implicated. Although the officials of the Ministry of Magic summoned Lucius several times in an attempt to obtain some benefits, Lucius firmly refused.

"Compared to donating Gallon to some moths in the Ministry of Magic, I would rather donate it to Hogwarts, so that children can receive education in the most comfortable environment..."

The above is an exclusive interview with Lucius by the Daily Prophet. For this reason, Lucius officially took office as the director of the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation. Barty Crouch - who had been captured in several violent encounters between the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters - had to announce his early retirement early.

"...Of course you can't compromise easily, otherwise those mediocre people will only think that they have caught you or you are guilty, and it will not be so easy to get rid of them..." Lucius held a cup of steaming black tea to Della Coe said.

Draco nodded repeatedly.

"...he has not been eliminated, we must remain vigilant at all times..."

Dumbledore emphasized in an interview with the Daily Prophet.

However, Fudge, the Minister of Magic, obviously had a different idea. This somewhat timid middle-aged wizard thought that Dumbledore was just making excuses for not wanting to disband his mysterious force...

As for the battle between the two, Lucius was happy to see the results, and from time to time when Fudge was in the wrong, he would sincerely invite the minister to have an afternoon tea!

Before Dumbledore lay a black leather notebook with a large hole in the middle, a damaged gold cup and a locket.

"He may come back anytime, McGonagall!" the old professor said wearily, "I have to go..."

The serious-looking female wizard nodded...

Dumbledore announced his resignation as headmaster of Hogwarts, and was succeeded by Professor McGonagall, the head of Gryffindor, who has always been fair and strict. Appointed as Vice-Chancellor...

That reckless half-elf was brought back to Black's old house by Kreacher...

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There are many others whose stories will continue - stay tuned for the next one!