HP's Platinum Temptation

"Knock knock—" There was a soft knock on the door, and the sound that was originally not heavy could be heard throughout the house.

"Come in!" Clarence, who was buried in the kitchen, responded in a high voice.

The front door of the poplar hut opened, and a person wrapped in a black cloak stepped on a pair of black boots and walked into the hut.

"Need I remind you, even if you don't raise your voice, you can still hear it at the door?" Lucius' voice sounded at the same time he pushed open the restaurant door.His sight didn't find his target in the restaurant, and then he quickly noticed the tall figure busy in the open kitchen next to him.

"Oh, I know, it's just a subconscious reaction. You know I'm really looking forward to your arrival." Clarence, who was standing in the kitchen wearing an apron, replied without raising his head, and was a little teasing at the beginning tone of voice.

"What are you doing?" Lucius automatically ignored all the adjectives in the words just now, and he looked at the layout of the room.He has been to Poplar Cottage twice, the first time he went directly to the master bedroom on the second floor, and the second time he was in the living room.This time, it was brought to the restaurant by a guiding candle.

When Lucius visited here for the second time, he felt vaguely that the interior layout and decoration of this house were not like most wizard houses.But it wasn't until he saw this obviously exposed (in Lucius's mind is this adjective) kitchen and restaurant that didn't quite have a pure-blood family style that he realized how stubborn the object of his visit was on this matter. Ordinary way.

"As you can see, I'm cooking lunch for you, Lucius." Clarence said cheerfully.

"I don't remember that I agreed with you to call me by my Christian name, Mr. Winter." Lucius said in a bad tone, while looking at everything in the restaurant with cold eyes.

"Don't worry about it so much, you'll get used to it sooner or later. If you want, as I said before, you can always call me Winter. As for the title I use, I don't think you will know my wishes much." Accident. Don't stand still, sit down!" Clarence put on a tone of 'you can't do anything with me', emphasizing that he would not change his words.

"That's my right, and I'm not ready to take your suggestion yet, Mr. Winter!" Lucius snorted coldly, and also emphasized his way of addressing again: "Candles, flowers? You regard this meeting as a what?"

"Of course it's a date, my dear Lucius. Sit down, the food will be ready soon." Clarence waved Lucius with a hand, gesturing him to sit down.

"Dating? Huh——" Lucius was finally willing to sit down, but his mouth still didn't stop: "I don't know, there will still be a place for pure-blood wizards in the kitchen, or are you going to tell me that the leader of the Violet Alliance Or not even a house-elf?"

"Ha, well, let's serve." Clarence in the kitchen wiped his hands, and sent his creation to the dining table with a levitating spell, and at the same time untied his apron and put it aside: "This is the menu I chose , French Baked Chicken Chop, Spaghetti with Tomato and Mushroom Sauce, and Creamy Corn Soup, served with cider, um, and fruit salad later. For your safety, why don't you check it out?"

"Only us? Where's your lovely cohabitant?" Lucius didn't seem willing to use his wand, just glanced at the food in front of his eyes, and then looked back at Clarence.

"Oh, don't be so ambiguous. Miss Hyman is just a lovely subordinate and friend of mine. Don't worry about her endangering your status in my heart. And I don't come back very often. I think my reply has already Tell you about this?" Clarence shrugged and sat down opposite Lucius.

"Yes, the frequency of living once a month, I doubt your reason for buying this house. Twelve days a year? And it's a Sunday when the village is full of noisy underage wizards. I have to say, this is terrible. What a 'good' choice." Lucius sneered.

"Didn't you find out that I did it on purpose?" Clarence smiled innocently: "Compared to the Monday you said, I chose a more likely Sunday. If this makes it more difficult for you to explore my identity, and makes me Given more of your attention and time, I'd be more than happy to keep doing it."

"Sometimes, I find it very difficult to communicate with you calmly. You seem to be very keen to annoy me." Lucius said with an unhappy face, but his tone was calm anyway.

"It just shows that I'm doing my best to get your attention." Clarence raised his hand to the food on the table: "Eat, I think these can't be worse than house elves .”

Lucius raised his eyebrows, and finally he didn't say anything, just picked up the tableware silently.

Clarence looked at Lucius who started to eat, and the smile on his face grew wider.

After receiving the letter addressed to 'Hogsmeade Poplar Cottage, Miss Yvette Heyman, please forward the mysterious Mr. Henry Winter', Clarence was in a good mood to send Lu Hughes wrote back, inviting him to lunch at Poplar Cottage one Hogsmeade weekend.

Although Lucius' letter is short, it must not be literal.His choice of time smacks of temptation.The time it took for Clarence to reply naturally made it easier for him to doubt his identity as a student.Of course, the premise is that he didn't make the explanation just now.

Conspiracy and conspiracy always need to be used interchangeably to confuse people more.

Probably because of the traditional etiquette requirements of the Malfoy family, Lucius did not speak again during the dinner.Clarence was also happy to be at leisure, eating and watching at the same time, which was pleasing to the eye.

"I have to say that your cooking skills are beyond my expectations." Lucius put down the knife and fork gracefully, and pressed the corner of his mouth with a napkin.

"Well, I have to say, you even look good when you're eating." Clarence responded in a wrong way.He ate faster than Lucius, and had stopped to watch for a while.

The movement of Lucius to put the napkin back on the table paused for a moment, but he resumed his movement quickly, ignoring what Clarence said just now: "But I still can't understand that you voluntarily do it." What's the point of a house-elf's job."

"Of course it makes sense." Clarence waved his wand, causing several plates to fly into the kitchen. At the same time, fruit salad appeared on the dining table, and the wine glass was filled with wine: "I read in a Muggle book I've read in the Internet, 'If you want to conquer a man's heart, you must first conquer his stomach'. I think the same applies to wizards."

"Then should I regret to inform you that there is no conquest effect?" Lucius raised his eyebrows.

"So does this mean that your heart is willing to be conquered?" Clarence followed Lucius' words, and was not surprised to see Lucius frown.

"I don't think I would be surprised to learn one day that you conquered the entire Violet Alliance by relying on your unreserved expression and ability to misinterpret the other party's words." Lucius continued to change the subject.

"Oh, there won't be a day when I only do this to you." Clarence shrugged: "It seems that before the next meeting, I have to find time to practice my cooking skills, because today's dishes do not meet Is your appetite?"

"It doesn't make any sense for me to insist on that."

"I insist that it is very important to me. If you are willing to live here, it is a very happy thing to be able to cook for you every day." Clarence said very casually.

"Don't you think your inappropriate behavior is suspected of destroying other people's marriages?" Lucius was silent for a while because of what Clarence said just now, and then came out with this sentence.

"I guess it's not like it's an absolute secret that your 'only friend' is Severus Snape," Clarence chewed on a playful smile, looking surprised at his own words Lucius looking up: "Your relationship with Ms. Narcissa Malfoy is not an unknown situation. Moreover, what I am looking for is not a marriage with you."

"So, what do you want?" Lucius didn't believe Clarence's words at all, and just smiled ironically.

"Your heart, Lucius, do you really need me to emphasize it every time we meet?" Clarence repeated indifferently: "If it pleases you, I don't mind using this sentence as my The first sentence I greet you for the first time."

"Did you ask me to come to you again just to repeat these useless conversations?" Lucius turned his head and looked at the magic window showing the starry sky.

"If I remember correctly, this is your invitation to meet, right?" Clarence continued to pretend innocent.

"You made me do this, didn't you say it? Use the bargaining chip I really care about." Lucius said angrily, "That figure that will come back is blocking the way. What do you mean?"

"Are you asking me?" Clarence asked in a tone of false surprise.

"Of course I'm asking you, isn't it you who said that?" Lucius clenched his fist with his left hand, slapped the table angrily, and asked angrily.

"Yes, and don't you understand what I mean? Given how unreserved my expression is, don't you?" Clarence remained indifferent to Lucius' anger.

"Are you teasing me?" Lucius leaned forward, showing a dangerous expression.

"You're lying, Lucius." Clarence suppressed his smile, and shook his head helplessly: "Since I can say that, is there any point in such careful probing?"

"I don't understand what you're talking about." Lucius took a deep breath and retracted his body a little, but his tone was still angry.

"Of course you understand, and you also know exactly who I'm talking about. The Dark Lord has not been truly defeated, and he will come back and come back among us. And this is what you are most afraid of and unwilling to face things." Clarence's words were like cold water pouring down on his head, making Lucius's movements freeze in place: "So, are you satisfied, Lucius?"

The author has something to say: date, date~

Re-explain the previous chapter about everyone saying that Father L has already guessed Clay's identity.

In fact, Father L didn't guess it, and because Father L would think too much, and felt that the information exposed by Winter was too obvious, so he was not even 100% sure that he was from the Lambert family.Because he felt that Winter just wanted to mislead him to think so, and he was preconceived.

So Yuanyuan said that Clay is using his fact that he thinks too much to set a trap for Father L.

As for the letter, Yuanyuan wrote two details to show that the letter was not sent directly by Father L.

First, the letter was brought by the blade.Blade is Clay's owl Sarah, how could he appear in Malfoy Manor to deliver Father L's letter?

Second, 'This is a letter in another envelope', how can ordinary people use two envelopes to send a letter in person.It meant that after Yvette received the letter, she wrapped it in another envelope and asked the blade to bring it to Clay.

SO~~ The letter was actually sent by Father L to Poplar Cottage for Yvette to hand it over, because Henry Winter is not his real name, so it cannot be sent.

And oh, Clay won't let Father L confirm his identity so quickly, he just wants to procrastinate, otherwise, do you think Father L can accept an attack whose actual age is only a few months before he turns 14?

Aww~~Suddenly found another landmine, after 8, I still haven't found which chapter it hit~~

In short, thank you Thunder Night for mine~~MUA~