[HP] Magic didn't give up on you

After the unpopular guests left, the house-elf of the Malfoy family mopped the floor five times as ordered.

"Muggles!" Draco Malfoy yelled, his pale face blushing slightly with excitement, "You allowed her to enter our house, Dad!"

"Sometimes things can't be helped." Narcissa said, stroking her son's blond hair, her eyebrows also furrowed in disgust.

"Look at the friends Sirius has made now." She said with deep disgust, "It's hard to imagine that the Black family is now in his hands. This is simply a shame for the entire Black family."

When Sirius visited Malfoy Manor just now, as a cousin who grew up together, Narcissa didn't say a single word to him, just pretending that this person didn't exist at all.

"If everyone thinks that a Muggle can appear in most places where wizards are present, or even in a wizard's home, then it's best not to express your abnormal thoughts in person, Draco, political correctness is always important, Although sometimes it's silly."

Lucius, who had been silent since the guests left, spoke slowly, first glanced at his son, and got the back of his son's unconvinced head.Then he looked at his wife, sighed, and his tone was light.

"I understand, Narcissa, dear." He said slowly, lowering his voice, "Sires Black is a pompous and arrogant fool, with almost nothing but being born in the noble family of Black—but it must The fact to be seen is that only Sirius Black is left, inheriting the inheritance of the Black family, and active under our noses as an Auror. And your outstanding relatives are either dead now, or are going to Azkaban is locked up forever."

Narcissa's expression changed. She rarely showed such a deeply offended expression in front of her husband.

Lucius immediately said, "I don't mean to find fault with your outstanding relatives, Narcissa..."

"You know why they died, why they were imprisoned in Azkaban!" Narcissa said angrily, "Their deaths will not be wasted, and neither will the people imprisoned in Azkaban!" Imprisoned there by mistake forever. We all know that the Lord has—”

"Narcisa!" Lucius quickly stopped her and looked at his son beside him.

"Go back to your room, Draco," he said, "I think Hogwarts is about to start soon, I hope you've done all your homework and previewed what you're going to learn next, you know , last school year, a girl from a Muggle family got the first grade, which is obviously unreasonable, and I think you should take the responsibility to prevent this from happening."

Draco froze for a moment, then pointed to his nose in disbelief.

"Can't you use a better excuse to put me off?" he said angrily. "I think if you really don't want me to hear your next conversation, Dad, you should tell me that there is something important going on." If you want to talk, ask me to avoid it temporarily, instead of finding my faults, and achieve your goal by picking on me!"

"I don't think it's a complete fault-finding and picking." Lucius said, "but if you insist, well, we have important things to talk about next, you go back to your room to do your homework first, and avoid it for a while."

Draco: "..."

He stood up angrily, left angrily, and went upstairs angrily, his back disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

"Dobby!" Lucius raised his voice, "Take Draco back to the room, don't let him eavesdrop somewhere!"

There was a muffled sound from the wall behind the corner of the stairs, and it sounded like Draco had kicked the wall hard.Half a minute later there was the crackling sound of the house-elf moving twice, and it was clear that there really were no eavesdropping ears behind the wall this time.

Lucius looked at his wife with a serious face.

"Yes, of course I know... The Dark Lord has awakened two years ago, and Barty Crouch Jr. is his trusted right-hand man. Now he can even follow the instructions of the Dark Lord to meet with us alone and deliver the Dark Lord's message. The message. We cannot question the veracity of his message any more than we can question the Dark Lord himself."

Narcissa frowned, and said unhappily: "He gained the Dark Lord's trust by some luck, which is not what he fully deserves. More than ten years ago, he was just a fresh graduate, and he basically couldn't help No matter what the Dark Lord did, it was obvious that the Malfoy family was on the front line at that time, and the Lestrange family, they did not hesitate to sacrifice their lives for the Dark Lord. And my cousin, Regulus Black, he Disappeared because he supported the Dark Lord, I think the Dark Lord should remember what his old subordinates have done for him."

Lucius shook his head slowly, and said softly: "Obviously, in the return of the Dark Lord this time, we are completely slow. I can't say, if the Dark Lord really gets what he wants, we can You can’t get what you want.”

Narcissa looked at him, her face suddenly changed slightly.

"You're crazy, Lucius," she said. "Do you know what you're thinking? The Dark Lord won't allow you to think that - we've sided with him once more."

"It's just an analysis." Lucius said calmly, and suddenly asked her, "Do you have any memories of that diary? It looks surprisingly familiar. The Dark Lord gave me one ten years ago." In the same way, he asked me to keep it safe. Of course, he asked for it back later, and when his body was destroyed, the diary that returned to him was of course missing. But now, I am actually in Eli. It was seen again in a photograph that Smith had brought over - a diary that happened to be from 50 years ago, which I don't think is very common."

"What do you want to say, Lucius?" Narcissa asked, looking at him.

"Obviously, this matter has something to do with the Dark Lord." Lucius said cautiously, "Maybe he put the diary there to commemorate solving a wizard again, but it's not me. Knowing his style, the Dark Mark is obviously more useful, but Eli Smith did not mention it. All I know now is this diary, which may be the personal item of the Dark Lord. Now, it Torn in half."

A brief silence.

"Impossible," said Narcissa, shaking her head, "Stop your crazy thoughts, Lucius, there is absolutely no way the Dark Lord—"

"It's been a long time since we've seen him, Narcissa." Lucius whispered, "It's been Barty Crouch Jr. who has been sending us the news that he hid the Dark Lord... the Dark Lord How is it now? Is it really like what he said, just to act more cautiously, rather than any accident?"

"You're crazy, Lucius." Narcissa frowned and interrupted him, "This is impossible—have you ever thought about how to confirm your crazy conjecture? You know that for the Dark Lord Say, isn't your life such a prudent thing?"

"This is thanks to the people of the Order of the Phoenix." Lucius smiled lightly, "They sent us a wonderful reason to meet the Dark Lord and ask how to deal with economic sanctions. Of course, there is no There's no better excuse than that. We need to meet the Dark Lord, Narcissa, we'd rather live under the Dark Lord than Barty Crouch Jr. - what is he? A waste of prestige on his body."

They didn't realize that their son's bedroom was cracked at some point, and Draco Malfoy was holding the Weasley Brothers magical invention stretching ear version 1.0, which was popular in school - he secretly bought it anonymously ——Squatting by the crack of the door, eavesdropping on what his parents were saying intently.

Dobby, the house elf who was originally asked to watch over him, didn't notice his little master's little movements. He was wearing a worn-out pillowcase, standing at the corner of the stairs where Draco Malfoy had just hid, with pointed ears standing up and a light bulb-like His eyes bulged slightly, full of surprise and worry.

A meeting was going on quietly without anyone knowing about it. Draco Malfoy didn't find out whether his father went to meet the Dark Lord or not, and what kind of result he got after returning to school until the end of the Christmas holiday.He tried his best to eavesdrop, but his parents never talked about it in such a closed place as the living room after that.

Draco Malfoy was extremely annoyed by this, which made the retractable ears he had worked so hard to buy anonymously completely useless. This kind of useful ghost thing claimed that it would not be sold to Slytherin students. It took a lot of money and effort to get a pair.He returned to school angrily, and immediately anonymously gave a bad review to the retractable ears he bought in the school newspaper.

What he didn't know was that there was someone in the school who knew the content of the mysterious conversation earlier than him. On the day he was busy giving a bad review to Retractable Ears, Harry Potter suddenly woke up from his sleep. Waking up with a start, he felt something staring at him from within the dark curtains of the four-poster bed.

"Who--"

"Harry Potter!" the house elf in the dirty and worn-out pillowcase gasped, and said anxiously and panickedly, "Dobby didn't mean any harm!"

"Who is Dobby—are you a house-elf?" Harry touched the glasses next to the bed and put them on, his misty vision became clearer, and he looked at him in surprise.

"I don't think I know you..." he said, "You're looking for me to..."

"Dobby doesn't have much time!" the house-elf squealed in terror. "Dobby wants to tell you - get out of school as soon as possible! Someone's going to kill the current Minister for Magic, thinking he's dealing with the Gua is too weak in matters, they want to replace someone stronger and more cruel - they want to kill you!"

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