[Comprehensive British and American] Einstein's male god

Chapter [-] Descendants

"I feel the back of your hand bleeding from a knife." Draco couldn't bear to growl, his tone full of Hong Hong's anger.

"How do you know?" Winnie was slightly surprised that Draco would know about it.

"Because our lives are tied together, if either party is hurt, the other party can feel it." Draco took a deep breath and confirmed that Winnie's hands were not injured, and then his mood calmed down slightly, "Confinement What happened at that time?"

Winnie didn't hide anything, and slowly told what happened just now: "She gave me a stack of parchment and a black quill, and told me to copy that I would not openly provoke the professor in the future, but she didn't She didn’t give me any ink, and said that I could only use the pen she gave me, which was a special quill. I didn’t think much about it at first, but as soon as I wrote, I realized that the quill was not using ink, but my blood. And Every time I finish writing a sentence, that sentence will be engraved on the back of my hand, like stabbing it with a knife."

"Damn it!" Draco cursed angrily, "She wants to die!"

"But later, I told her that I wanted to switch to my own pen. She was reluctant at first, but I finally convinced her." Winnie skipped what happened in the middle, and said briefly.

"Fortunately, you also know how to protect yourself." Draco hugged Winnie, pressing the chestnut head to his chest.

Only Merlin knew that when he realized how irritable and angry he was, he waited and waited, and seeing that Winnie hadn't come back, he finally couldn't help it, and went to Wumuqi himself.

"By the way, didn't you say that Professor Snape was looking for me?" Winnie raised her head with difficulty.

"Is there, I forgot." Draco said lightly, obviously this was a lie he lied, an excuse to take Winnie away.

Realizing what Draco had done, Winnie was silent for a while before saying, "Professor Snape will be very angry."

"Ummuqi doesn't have the courage. Even if she is really stupid enough to find the godfather, she will only be scolded. The godfather hates this woman and will not give her a good face." Draco said straightforwardly, not at all. Don't worry about being discovered by Snape what he did, as expected, he has grown up, and even his courage has grown fat.

"But once Professor Snape finds out that you have done such a thing in his name, you will not only be deducted points, but also be imprisoned." Winnie made a rational decision for Draco.

"Don't worry, I can refuse to admit it when the time comes. If I really have no choice, I will accept it. For you, there is nothing I can't do. Malfoy is omnipotent." Draco raised his eyebrows arrogantly, Looking down at Winnie, the corners of her mouth were raised.

Winnie felt that Draco was getting more and more unlimited, and every time he pulled lower and lower.

But Draco was right about one thing, Umwaki really didn't have the guts to approach Snape, because she had experienced the venom of the snake king earlier, and sent herself to scold for a Ravenclaw Well, she's not that stupid, but that doesn't mean she's going to let it go, she's now a senior investigator who can write as bad a grading report as Snell's book, and then drive him out of Hogwarts, this picture It's nice to think about it!

During the next four days of confinement, Wu Muqi didn't make things difficult for Winnie any more, and she was punished for copying each time, and she was only allowed to leave when she was satisfied with the copying.

In the Great Hall, at dinner time, no matter which house it is, there are people talking about Ummuqi, even Slytherin.

"When will that Umm Luke leave Hogwarts?" Daphne glanced at the woman on the teacher's desk who was still dressed as a pink cockroach in disgust.

"I heard that the parents of many students have written to the board of directors and the Ministry of Magic to complain, and there are many pure-bloods among them. I think the Ministry of Magic will take some action recently." Blaise also doesn't like the woman Ummuqi, She is not beautiful at all, and her personality is not flattering.

"Draco, would you like some butter?" Greenglass thoughtfully asked the Perkin boy beside him, but the result disappointed her again.

"No need." Draco replied coldly, without even looking at Greenglass.

Greengrass clenched his fists without leaving any traces, and used his nails to sink into the pain of his palms, suppressing his anger and sourness. Since the engagement was postponed, Draco has become more and more indifferent to her, although he was not It was very enthusiastic, but the two still had a few words, but now, Draco obviously didn't want to talk to her, and he didn't even regard her as his fiancee at all, which made her very disturbed.

Malfoy Manor.

As soon as Lucius came back from the outside, he was summoned by Voldemort. He sent the Death Eaters who sent the message at random, planning to go back to the room first, change into a new set of clothes, and then go to see Voldemort.

But what he didn't expect was that as soon as he entered the room, he saw Narcissa sitting on the bed. Lucius was a little surprised that his wife was still awake at this time, "Are you still awake?"

Narcissa shook her head and looked at her pale husband distressedly. She didn't know how long it had been since the two of them had a good night's sleep, "Did you find it?"

"Not yet." Lucius knew that Narcissa was asking about the Elder's wand.

Sure enough, it was impossible to find the Elder's wand so easily. Narcissa understood this truth, but she couldn't help turning pale when she thought of the punishment Lucius would receive after Voldemort learned the news from Lucius.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen. Although I still can't find it this time, there are already some clues." Lucius took Narcissa into his arms and comforted her gently.

"What eyebrow?" Narcissa raised her head and looked at Lucius.

Lucius gently stroked Narcissa's hair, "If there is no accident, the elder's wand should be in the hands of Grindelwald's descendants."

"A descendant of Grindelwald?" Narcissa showed a slightly surprised look, "But hasn't Grindelwald been imprisoned in Germany for many years? And I've never heard that he has a wife!"

"Yes, it's true that he didn't marry a wife, but that doesn't mean he won't have descendants." Lucius smiled, never expecting his wife to be so confused.

Narcissa quickly understood what Lucius meant. From the end of the sentence, it was a one-night stand or a long-term sex. The disaster caused by the partner.

"I always thought that the person he loved was Dumbledore." Narcissa expressed her long-standing thoughts very directly.

Lucius coughed lightly. Regarding what Narcissa said, he had heard about it since he was a student: "That's just a rumor."

Narcissa showed an expression that I don't think so, but she didn't entangle Lucius about this topic any more. Instead, she was curious about Lucius' source, "How did you find out about this?"

"Tom told me." Lucius said a little uncomfortably, the name Tom was called by that person, but when he thought that the person he called by this name was the existence that everyone feared, he suddenly had a feeling Unspeakable heartache.

"Then when Voldemort asks, what are you going to do?" Narcissa was not surprised that the news was told by the adult to Lucius, and she was worried about how Lucius would explain the source of the news to Voldemort later.

"I brought back a saint who was given to me by that lord." Lucius finally called him back by that lord.

"That's good." Narcissa calmed down, left Lucius' embrace, and said while arranging his clothes, "Hurry up and report, his patience is getting worse and worse these days."

Lucius knew it without Narcissa's reminder. He planted a kiss on his wife's smooth forehead and said lovingly, "I'll be back soon."

Another week passed, and the life of the three of Dumbledore in Malfoy Manor could not be said to be bad, but it was not much better.

"Dumbledore, how long do we have to wait?" Harry didn't know how long he had been here, and if Dumbledore hadn't kept telling him that they would be able to leave after a while, he would have collapsed.

"Wait a little longer." Dumbledore closed his eyes, still the same answer.

"You look distressed, Dumbledore." Allen sat on the ground very casually, staring at the white-haired old man in front of him leisurely. "Is it related to what Voldemort said in front of you the day before yesterday?"

Dumbledore opened his eyes. His blue eyes, which were always clear, were now covered with a cloud of indistinct fog, making it difficult for people to see his current emotions clearly. Both Harry and Dumbledore could feel Dumbledore's anger.

"Dumbledore?" Harry called out in surprise and concern.

Dumbledore took a deep breath, and his expression and body breath returned to the gentleness of the past, but when he looked at Alan, he was a little sharper, "You don't seem to worry about your situation at all, Alan .”

"With the principal here, of course I'm not afraid." Alan evoked a seemingly harmless smile, and his tone was sincere.

Dumbledore didn't speak, but he became suspicious of Alan Dunton in his heart. He didn't pay much attention to this student before, only knowing that he was a pure blood from Germany, but Alan's performance these days made him a little concerned .

As a person who has not yet graduated and has never experienced war, this boy is too calm and never asks him questions like Harry, which is really weird.

Harry looked at Alan and Dumbledore with his head drooping. Although neither of them spoke, they just looked at each other, but he felt a tense atmosphere inexplicably.

The author has something to say: The little dragon is fat, even the king of snakes is not afraid!

Has anyone guessed Alan's real identity?