The Golden Age of HP Rebirth

A room?I want to look around. "Although the manor was enchanted, everything in the house was neat and clean, and the lawn and garden outside were also neat and orderly, but Harry still had some shadows about half a century of silence psychologically.

"Okay, Master Harry will definitely do what Master Harry ordered. Master Harry can visit the manor at will. Now everything in the manor belongs to Master Harry, and Master Harry has the right to enjoy and deal with them." The elf hung down again. After bending over, it disappeared with a pop.

The main entrance faces the spacious hall, the sun shines in through the gaps in the bright blue calico curtains, illuminating the four walls covered with wallpaper and the dark carpet with intricate patterns embroidered. Mia's flashing scale decorations are fiery red and lively like flying flamingos.Large mirrors between the windows also reflect the general red and white palette.Harry walked slowly through the living room, study room, bedroom, and storage room. The mottled light and shadow projected from the narrow casement reflected the thousand-year-old walnut cabinets and rows of historic portraits.

Harry walked up the waxed oak staircase to the top floor, through the trapdoor, to the roof of the manor. Harry leaned on the battlements and looked into the distance. The surrounding hills were low, not as high as Godric's Hollow. Precipitous, they gently surround the Kolos Manor, like a hug.After eating Ruby's elaborate dinner and asking him some more questions, Harry apparated back to his room at the Leaky Cauldron, packed up his things, and rushed back overnight to live in Koros Manor.

I don't know if Bokin Burke is still wary of him, Harry is still doing the work of introducing products and occasionally delivering goods to his door.The more he knew about these black magic products, the more frightened he became. He couldn't imagine what kind of thoughts those dark wizards had in mind, and how they produced these—heinous things.He also didn't want to think about how many wizards or Muggles were killed by these dark magic objects.Especially every time he heard how Borgin Burke praised his collection of treasures in a showy tone, Harry felt his stomach churning constantly, making him want to gag, but he had to be indifferent Lung agreed, pretending to be interested.But whenever Harry mentioned these distribution channels of goods, Borgin immediately stopped talking, unwilling to talk more.Harry recalled seeing Voldemort's rhetoric to trick the seller in Professor Dumbledore's memory, and couldn't help but bow down.

This afternoon, Harry, as usual, checked the properties of a batch of black magic goods bought by Bojin a few days ago, cast protective spells on them by category and put them in the cupboard.These were relatively ordinary goods, and Harry guessed that Borgin had bought them from some shady thief.Bo Jin said hello in the morning and left, and he hasn't come back yet.Harry straightened up, trying to stretch his muscles, when he caught sight of a tinge of platinum in Knockturn Alley.He walked towards the door calmly. There was a disappearing cabinet there, which could just block Harry's figure from being noticed.But that was unnecessary, because Malfoy's current owner, Lucius Malfoy, was walking towards the Bokin Burke store with his baby dragon.

Harry came out from behind the disappearing cabinet and greeted Malfoy with a smile as he stepped across the threshold. "Hello, Mr. Malfoy." Malfoy raised his chin habitually, and lowered his eyes to look at Harry: "Who are you? Where is Mr. Bork?" His pale face and indifferent gray eyes remained.

"I'm a clerk in the store, and I've only come to work not long ago. Mr. Bork has something to do and hasn't come back yet." Harry said as he led them forward.

"A new clerk? I heard from Mr. Bork that you are from Germany?" Lucius stretched out his hand and turned Draco's head which was looking around.

"Yes, but I'm not German, I just have a relative there, and I took it there for several years after graduation."

"So, where did you graduate from?"

"Hogwarts, of course. I'm from Gryffindor. Hey, just be careful not to touch them casually." He said with a hand across Draco's eager hand and the opal necklace. "There is a powerful curse attached to it, which will take away your name." Seeing Malfoy's frightened expression and his quick retreat, Harry smiled wickedly in his heart. The attempted murder of Dumbledore with the necklace later mistakenly cursed Katie Bell's petty revenge.

"Gryffindor?" Malfoy seemed a little surprised, and looked Harry up and down again, but his eyes were even more contemptuous. "I don't think this is a place for the noisy lions of Gryffindor."

Harry shrugged and said, "Everyone has their own ambitions, I'm just more interested in black magic. So, do you want something this time?" Harry changed the subject, after all, he had read it at Hogwarts. Books are not established in this era.

Before Malfoy could speak, he knocked off Draco's hand, which was still eager to try: "Didn't I tell you not to touch anything?"

Draco pursed his mouth aggrievedly, and said, "Didn't you say you were going to give me a gift?" Then he pointed to an object and asked Harry, "Well, what are withered human hands for?" ?”

"Ah, Hand of Glory!" Harry shouted, walking up to Draco, following Mr. Borgin's memory. "Put in a candle, and only the person holding it can see the light! It's the best friend of thieves and robbers! Your son has good eyesight, Mr. Malfoy." The corner of the mouth secretly smiled.

"I hope my son will be a little better than thieves and robbers," said Mr. Malfoy coldly.At the same time, he threw a dissatisfied glance at Draco.

"So, what is the purpose of your visit this time?" At this time, the Ministry of Magic hadn't promulgated the "Muggle Protection Act", so there was no need for Malfoy to come and sell things. Harry was a little curious about what he wanted to do.

"Actually, I would rather discuss it with Mr. Bork in person." Malfoy said proudly.

"But Mr. Bork is not here, and I don't know when he will be back, maybe you can come back in a few days?" Harry originally planned to imitate Malfoy's way of protracted and emphatic answer, but after thinking about it, he gave up. He didn't intend to quarrel with Malfoy.

After hearing this, Malfoy snorted, "I obviously sent him a letter with an owl, saying that I would come today. When he comes back, remember to tell him that I must get that item." Draco left.

Just when Harry was wondering, Borgin Bock came back. "Mr. Bork, Mr. Malfoy just came, and he said..."

Bok waved his hand and said: "I know what he said. I came back before he left. It's really annoying. How could I get that kind of thing? But I can't offend him." After finishing speaking, he shook his head and entered Storage room at the back of the house.

Now Harry was even more curious about what they were talking about.Back at Kolos Manor at night, he looked at the few sleep potions left on the bedside table, shook his head, and walked to the laboratory. He was preparing a few bottles of Dreamless Potion and Water of Life and Death after skillfully preparing the materials.Suddenly the scar on his forehead hurt sharply, Harry's vision went dark, and he hurriedly grabbed the armrest of the chair and sat down.Voldemort?Intuition told him that this had something to do with what Malfoy wanted today.

Harry was lying on the bed, looking out of the window in a daze, the sky was dark and glowing with a strange red, the moon hung alone in the sky, pale and cold.The evening wind was blowing gently, the white gauze curtains rose and fell rhythmically, the cicadas and the bullfrogs blew endlessly... It was originally a quiet and comfortable summer night, but Harry was tossing and turning with a lot of thoughts.He thought of the defeat of the Malfoy family after the war, all their property was confiscated, and the manor was coaxed and destroyed by ordinary wizards. The old Malfoy was interrogated by the Ministry of Magic and imprisoned in Azkaban. After a series of accidents, Narcissa Bedridden with all kinds of diseases, he finally died, and Draco disappeared like a disappearance.Later, Harry met him by chance. In a hospital in the Muggle world, he was checking up on a patient in a white coat, asking questions with a pleasant face, and he was no longer domineering and domineering when he was young.That kind of Malfoy made it difficult for him to face, and he seemed to run away before the other party looked up.

It was the worst period of his life, he lost faith in the whole society, left with a strong self-loathing and deep guilt for himself.It was also during those days that he thoroughly understood his former mortal enemy - Severus Snape.Snape lived on the hatred of others, and now he lived on the guilt of others.This is a self-abuse punishment method. They close themselves, do not accept any help from the outside world, and stubbornly redeem their past mistakes in their own way, but make their souls even more irretrievable.Because of their beliefs and missions, they persisted in living, and because of their inner guilt and remorse, they punished themselves and rejected themselves.For them at that time, death was the kindest salvation.Sometimes he will suddenly feel jealous of his parents for no reason, but he can stand up for the one he loves and bravely bear the scythe of death.He is also jealous of Sirius, who can escape from that prison-like residence at the last moment, and fall into the veil to protect his godson into the unknown and mysterious world.He was even jealous of Snape, jealous of him closing his eyes in a heroic gesture after completing his atonement, so that he didn't have to see a more hopeless darkness.They used their lives to help Harry have the last laugh, but they didn't care about the enormous pressure they were under.Why are you all free and leave me here alone to suffer the pain of loss and the cruel reality? !

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