The Magical Journey of the Platinum Spirit

Rab kept stuffing some cakes that had been pressed into his mouth so that they couldn't see their shape.They may be stupid, but they are undeniably loyal to Malfoy.

The train was getting slower and slower, and when the scenery outside the window did not move, he knew that he had returned to Hogwarts again.Only this time he didn't come with questions.

Father told him everything.

With contempt and arrogance on his face, he walked out of the box.Let Goyle and Crabbe shout and push to clear the way for him.

Before getting out of the car, he took a mocking look at the Gryffindor boy who fell to the ground and entertained the nobles and ladies of Slytherin——Neville Longbottom, actually including a group of Gryffindors who couldn't see the situation clearly Many lions.These "troll gates" in the mouth of the godfathers never know what it means to be their own people, oh, they never let go of any opportunity to laugh at others.Even if the person is in the same camp as himself.

He was still holding the lively toad in his arms, and it seemed to try to escape again on the train just now.The hideous appearance of this creature does not conform to his aesthetic sense at all.

"Boy, your nail-less brain probably hasn't learned the Flying Curse yet."

Draco saw the boy's face flushed, his lips parted and he said nothing.

He didn't continue to mock him anymore, he was getting tired of himself like this, the only boy in the Longbottom family, but now there is a strong old Mrs Longbottom protecting him, there is no need to be too hostile.

But even if he didn't do anything, he'd still have a good impression of an 'evil' Slytherin.

Because, these people are the reserve army of the 'Death Eaters' under the Dark Lord, look, what a frightening title.Everyone avoids them, lest they be hurt.

However, Slytherin is always proud, and Slytherin doesn't bother to explain.

Come on, graceful Slytherins.As he spoke, he took the lead and walked in the direction of the castle.Behind him was Pansy Parkinson, who had sworn allegiance to him at Christmas, Blaise Zabini, all the way to the Slytherin common room and he didn't look back.

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On October 1981, 10, along with the weakening of the mysterious man's power, Lucius Malfoy also began to make tense arrangements.Undoubtedly, the well-established Lucius Malfoy used some of his privileges to avoid prosecution and prison life.

Before the Ministry of Magic began to investigate, he was perfectly clarified by some witnesses and evidence, so that he was not responsible for his actions at all and was pardoned. The young Malfoy head returned to the upper-level wizards with a perfect and improved reputation society.

As Lucius Malfoy infamously used his wealth to continue to gain even more advantage for himself, there were no doubt many followers like him who clarified his "good name".But no matter what he said to the Ministry, Malfoy's heart hadn't changed a bit.

He continued to be obsessed with black magic and kept many dark magic items at home. Although the Ministry of Magic's Department of Prohibited Collection of Dark Magic Items did not find them, it is not difficult to imagine that many manors under Malfoy must have secretly collected them. Many include personal possessions left by You-Know-Who on his estate.

Although many Death Eaters were sent to Azkaban, Lucius and his family continued to live a happy life, patiently waiting for Voldemort's rebirth.

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Harry Potter, who defeated the mysterious man when he was a baby, entered Hogwarts last year, and entered Gryffindor, which symbolizes enthusiasm and bravery, like his parents.Our great white wizard also stated that he will do his best to guide the growth of the savior.

However, our reporter learned from the students of Harry Potter's college that the performance of the savior was mediocre and unsatisfactory.This worries many people.

What is the future of the wizarding world?Please read the follow-up report of this newspaper.

— Daily Prophet

Draco held the newspaper tightly in his hands, the blue blood vessels under his pale skin were faintly visible, he seemed to be bursting with anger, as if to say, who wrote this, how dare he take the risk of offending Malfoy to Talk about something that has been going on for ten years.But in fact, his inner peace, all this is just a clever arrangement between him and his father.

Malfoy who stood in the camp of the mysterious man, Dumbledore, a warrior who fought bravely against the forces of darkness, what are you going to do?

The Slytherin table was unusually quiet, those who looked at him worriedly, and those who had nothing to do with themselves were waiting to watch the show.The Hufflepuffs were eating obediently. The Ravenclaws had already listed countless questions for this report. The Gryffindor lion pointed at him and talked loudly, as if he had been marked with food. Mark of the Dead.

However, Draco didn't say anything, he just moved around the teacher's long table with some angry and inexplicable eyes, and then began to vigorously cut up the tomato sauce steak on the plate, and even grabbed the mustard beside him that he never moved fell down.

Like a pouting child.

Blaise next to him gave him a faint thumbs up, perfect.But Pansy found out, she stretched out her hand and pinched Blaise fiercely.Blaise almost jumped up with a bitter face.

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Ha, what was written in the Daily Prophet is indeed good. In Malfoy's ancestral manor for generations, there are indeed a collection of dark magic items.But what wizarding family with any history in the wizarding world doesn't have a magical item or two to protect themselves?If it is defined as black magic just because it can hurt people, Draco smiled, then how did Dumbledore, who only knew how to defend, defeat the Dark Lord Grindelwald Gellert?

This century's greatest white wizard, Albus Dumbledore, who is well-known throughout the wizarding world in people's hearts, is the biggest careerist.He is better at buying people's hearts than the Dark Lord!

The Ministry of Magic raided his home several times to search for dark magic items.My father couldn't avoid these seemingly high-sounding searches, so he had to resell some of the illegal items to Mr. Bokin in Knockturn Alley.But who would have thought that Borgin was also one of the dark chess pieces of the Malfoy family.

Under the eyes of many students at Hogwarts, the 'pale' Malfoy who looked more and more arrogant finally finished his breakfast, oh, he walked towards his arch-nemesis Harry Potter.

"Harry, we need to hurry up, Mr. Snape's Potions class is coming soon."

"Oh, wait, Hermione, I left my Potions textbook on the dining table."

"You need to hurry up, we have to get into the classroom before Professor Snape."

Hermione and Ron had no choice but to stand there and wait for Harry to run back. The Daily Prophet just now might have put Harry in a very bad mood.She thought, and Potions was next, God knows why Professor Snape kept making things difficult for Harry.

"Oh God!" she exclaimed.

"Hermione, you should say Merlin," Ron reminded her kindly, but he quickly realized that he ran back with Hermione, and there was already a circle of people there, "Oh, oh, Harry and the evil Malfoy Get up. We should go and help him."

"Ron, we should go to the lobby and inform the professor, oh, come on, no, Merlin, I hope Professor McGonagall eats slowly and hasn't left there yet."

Hermione ran to the hall, and Ron tried his best to cut through the crowd and get in.

They looked like they had been arguing for a while.

"Malfoy, give it back to me! Damn it." Harry jumped up and grabbed a piece of paper in Malfoy's left hand, which Hermione had brought from the Muggle world, and she used it to take notes.Because the smell of parchment always made her very uncomfortable.

Draco stood on tiptoe, pointing the wand in his right hand at Harry, with that contemptuous and arrogant smile on his face.

"I picked it up, Bryce, don't you think so? It belongs to me now." Draco raised the paper in his hand as he spoke, his fingers began to clenched tightly, and wrinkles appeared on the folded smooth paper.

"It's mine. It fell out of my potions book." Harry pounced on it. "Malfoy, you bastard."

But blocked by Draco's two burly servants, Harry watched as Draco slowly put away his wand behind them, looked at him with a particularly contemptuous and sarcastic look, and then opened the half-folded white paper .

"Huh, let's see what I picked up, and see what some guy hid some shady stuff."

Draco fell silent suddenly, it was a painting.A very small oil painting, is a five or six-year-old girl, dissatisfied with the background is the brilliant pigeon wood in full bloom.Even if the painting is very simple, he knows it. His parents prepared it as a birth gift for his younger sister. The Rose Manor is full of pigeon wood.But it became the cemetery where my sister was buried.

It was the most noble tree in the plant world, and the girl just quietly submerged in the world of pigeon wood.

White petals flew down from the branches, captivating Draco's eyes.

He remembered that when he was very young, his mother pointed to the big photo album at home and said: Look, Draco, this is your father, isn't he the same as you?That was when he was a child, and he was much cuter then than now.This is mom, see?At that time, my mother was only five years old...

She had the same exquisite and similar face as her mother's when she was a child, her brilliant platinum-blond hair, and her eyes against the light could not see the color of her eyes clearly.But Draco believed that it must be a beautiful gray-blue.

He suddenly didn't dare to think about it anymore.

The father said: Your sister's body was stolen, I can't be sure why the other party did it.But you need to be prepared, one day you may need to use your own hands to deal with a man whose body belongs to Malfoy but whose soul is polluted and is your enemy