Chinese food saves the world

"You woke me up, and as compensation, you have to grant me a hundred wishes."

Draco opened his eyes and looked at the mural of the legend of Merlin depicted on the ceiling dome in the bedroom. He felt a sense of loss, and the dream image in his mind gradually faded as he woke up.

He dreamed of the scene of his first encounter with Heletty again.

It was the same study room, behind the floor-to-ceiling velvet curtains, there was a grumpy little girl who was woken up.

The little liar who made him gnash his teeth.

The fireplace beside the bed was burning brightly, which provided enough temperature for the room in the early morning to keep out the cold, and also brought some dim light. Draco knew that he should continue to sleep. After all, this dream was not even a nightmare or a dream, but just a memory. That's all.

But Draco, who was lying on the soft mattress, just wanted to put on his nightgown and go to his exclusive study. Maybe he would choose a sofa chair in the study and fall asleep, hoping to continue this dream.

Even though those sofa chairs in the study room were much stiffer and more uncomfortable than the mattress under him now, it was not a good choice at all.

To the pampered Master Malfoy, the broken sofa was like a broken pea hidden under twenty mattresses and duvets.

If Heletty knew that he hated even a spacious and comfortable sofa chair, she would definitely ridicule him as the "Prince and the Pea".

She used to always say that he likes to find trouble for nothing, and his arrogance and rudeness were too indulged by his parents and prominent family background.

In the 28 years of his life, he has been pursuing the best in everything, and he has successfully obtained those things, many of which he inherited without hard work, whether it is wealth, status or material enjoyment.

Even during the time his father was imprisoned in Azkaban, his material life was never affected in the slightest.

The Malfoy family has been in power for centuries, and the economic and political authority they have mastered cannot be easily destroyed by one wave of turmoil. Lucius Malfoy was on the verge of a major crisis due to the fall of Voldemort twice, but which one was not a new one? Climb to a high position and prosper along the way.

After the age of 20, Draco began to take over. Whether it was his political status in the Ministry of Magic or business matters, he successfully became the next treacherous, arrogant and double-faced Malfoy.

It’s just that compared to his father, his marriage is obviously unsatisfactory. Until the age of 28, he had no intention of getting involved in relationships at all, and often even looked like he was going to be single forever. Those who didn’t know thought he wanted to imitate the lifelong The unmarried Queen of England dedicated her entire life to the wizarding world and the Malfoy family.

However, there are also many tabloids that like to speculate on rumors. They have speculated several times that his "non-marriageism" is due to the failure of his first love relationship. Every time these reports are published, they will always receive a lot of rotten tomatoes. Obviously, few people are willing to believe this reason. They just think the contributors have read too much Shakespeare, Jane Austen and Thomas Hardy.

It's the 21st century, and even in the magical world that has always believed in classicism, a purely British romantic love story is too rare to come across. Even in many cases, British young people have long been used to playing games in the world.

"Hell, those bloody tabloids were right." Draco sat up in bed, turning around to step on his indoor mule slippers.

——But his feet didn't touch the ground directly.

Through the dim light of the fireplace, Draco saw his bent legs hanging on the edge of the bed, and his calves were not as long as the four-poster bed, so of course he couldn't step on the carpet all at once.

His legs got shorter!

Draco lifted the duvet violently, and two seconds later, he was standing in front of the gilded full-length mirror, blinking his eyes slowly——

Still pale complexion and platinum blond hair, ice blue eyes, cold and proud face.

Everything is very familiar, he has been this annoying and arrogant since he was sensible.

But different from the mature appearance he has long been familiar with, what is reflected in the mirror now is his body and facial features when he was young.

On the old traditional calendar table, the current time displayed is December [-], [-].

- 19 years back in time!

Draco felt his heart was pounding, and the flames from the fireplace were reflected in his clear eyes, and he even felt a faint feeling of losing control.

In front of such a weird picture, he should have wondered if this was another dream, or was shocked and hesitant to wonder if he had become a victim of black magic?

But at this moment, he found that the only thought in his head was——

When he was nine years old, Heleti, who was only six years old, hadn't experienced childhood misfortune!

All the thoughts in his mind disappeared - such as why did he return to his youth?How should he explain all this to his parents?If he can't return to 28 years old, how will he arrange his next young teenagers.

"Bring Hollett by his side, if he can't put her under his eyes and protect her, he might go crazy in his second nine-year-old." Coe's mind kept expanding, crowding out nearly every other doubt.

No matter what, he must do this, he wants her to grow up healthily and happily, no one can bring her misfortune, if anyone dares to hurt her, he swears that he will definitely use the Unforgivable Curse and all the insidious spells in turn Use it on that person.

He's never been a nice guy, and doesn't mind being a more insidious villain in order to protect his girl.

Even if now his experience of going back to age was just another dream, maybe only a few hours before he would be woken by an alarm clock or a house-elf, and find that his shock and ecstasy at this time were nothing but emptiness, but Even so, he must do his best to eliminate all bad encounters for Heleti.

Even in a dream, he wants to give her the best.

It was two in the morning, but Draco didn't want to wait any longer.

He opened the built-in closet, and originally just took out a black suit that fits well with his nine-year-old physique, but the next second, he couldn't help opening the closet, and subconsciously chose the most exquisite and beautiful shirts and suits .

Hollett liked to judge people by their appearance when she was 15 years old. Although she is only a six-year-old girl now, Draco suspects that she was born like this. Today will be their "first meeting", and he needs to be fully prepared.

He felt stupid for what he was doing, as if he was expecting "love at first sight" from a six-year-old girl to a nine-year-old boy.

When Draco was dressed up, the delicate and beautiful little gentleman in the mirror finally satisfied him. He straightened his tie, rushed to the door, and opened the heavy door.

As soon as the sound-proof dark oak door was opened, there was a sound of music. This waltz was very familiar. His mother, Narcissa Malfoy, usually liked to use this piece of music as the end of the dinner.

The Malfoy family's ball usually starts at eight o'clock in the evening, and the excitement fades away at two or three o'clock in the morning. At this time, of course, the Malfoy couple are drinking and drinking at the ball. As for Draco, who is not yet ten years old, he must have been in the After showing up in a hurry at the ball, he was sent back to the bedroom by the house elf to rest.

Draco needs to talk to his parents about what happened to him in the shortest possible time, he is only nine years old, he doesn't even have a formal wand, he has countless model wands for fun, but he has to get the age Before entering school at the age of 11, you can buy your first real wand at Ollivander's wand shop in Diagon Alley.

He needs his father's help to bring Hollett to him.

And Draco was not worried that his strange experience, which seemed to be a bit of black magic, would be locked up by the Malfoy couple as a heretic or set on fire. He was a bastard, but he was also a lucky man with unconditional love from his parents.

Draco walked towards the banquet hall. He was very aware of the grandeur of every ball held by his mother, and he knew all too well that he should show a gentle gentleman's demeanor. He tried to walk down the spiral staircase with grace, but his footsteps As if uncontrollable, he couldn't help speeding up, even almost running towards the banquet hall.

During this process, he still dislikes his current nine-year-old body. His legs are much shorter than his adult body, which affects his walking speed.

When Draco finally came to the banquet hall, the Malfoy couple was seeing off the guests, and the young son who should have been sleeping peacefully in the bedroom appeared at this time, which was obviously a bit unexpected.

Let Lucius-->>

Surprisingly, when Draco stood beside him and said goodbye to the dinner guests with him, the skill and decency he showed, the bearing and demeanor were amazing.

He'd gone from childish idiot to the best of Malfoy's heirs almost overnight.

Although he doesn't want to admit it, Lucius Malfoy can't help but think that his son is a little idiot sometimes. After all, he is only nine years old, and nine-year-old boys are usually idiots, especially Draco is an only child, and Narcissa Too proud of him.

In fact, Lucius didn't question his wife's position at all, because he and Narcissa were the same, and the two even decided to raise only one child for Draco, lest adding another sibling would take away the complete share he deserved. like.

And this complete love includes meeting whatever Draco asks for, settling everything for him.

From this point of view, it was only natural for Draco to grow up like this little bastard, and Lucius certainly knew that his son should suffer a little. Failure can make a man grow up, and smooth sailing can only raise cowardly fools.

But as parents, he and Narcissa didn't want him to suffer setbacks at all. Anyway, even if he was a bluffing cowardly fool, they could provide the best for Draco.

And now, his "idiot" son, with firm eyes, exuberant shrewdness and ambition at the same time, straightened his back, "Father, I need to take a moment of your time. I want a formal conversation."

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All the guests had already left, and in the study, when the Malfoys listened to the only son's brief account of his experience from the age of 11 to the age of 28 in almost unbelievable moods, Lucius seemed to be barely maintaining his composure. Aristocratic, while Narcissa Malfoy rubbed her forehead, feeling dizzy.

From the informative conversation of the only son, Mrs. Malfoy found the key point, "You're asking me and your father for that—"

Narcissa has always been a bloodist, but when she faced her son's eyes, she couldn't say the word "Muggle" for a rare moment, "—human girl, you have gone through all these twists and turns, but you only want her ?”

Draco did not reveal to his parents that Holliday was a descendant of Salazar Slytherin. He did not want the Malfoy family to use her as a mascot. Whether this matter was revealed to others could only be decided by Holliday.

"It's not asking, Holliday is not a gift," Draco looked at his mother, "I need her."

Lucius set his sights on his only son. His frivolity and cowardice were completely gone, and he turned into a true wise man with honor. All of this may be the baptism of time, but it is more likely , from the Muggle girl who frustrates him but grows up.

Draco was his and Narcissa's only son, and they would always accommodate his every request.

And before Lucius temporarily agreed to his request, his wife Narcissa spoke first, "Although she is—"

The pure-blood lady put back the 'Muggle' on her lips again, "Although she is a human girl, Lucius, you really should bring her to Malfoy Manor immediately, and let her filthy adoptive father understand Take a taste of the 'flame blazing' spell on your body."

Narcissa Malfoy, who came from the pure-blood Black family with extreme beliefs, still felt that Muggles and half-blood wizards were inferior people, but as a woman, she certainly couldn't witness such a terrible thing for a little girl.

As for the rest, we can talk about it later.

Draco leaped forward in surprise and gave his mother a warm hug. Although he had always been confident that he could persuade his parents to fulfill his request, in his estimation, it might take a lengthy conversation to succeed, but his mother's current reaction was obviously more than that. His predictions are much better.

He immediately looked at his father, "Holetti is currently studying at Phillips Academy, twenty miles from Boston."

Malfoy, who was about to take Draco to use Apparation, paused, "The top private high school in the United States?"

His wife, Narcissa, expressed his doubts, "But isn't this Ma-human girl just turned six years old?"

Draco pursed his lips, "As I said just now, she's a genius."

"But you didn't say that she is the kind of genius who can go to the top-ranked high school in the Boston area at the age of six." Lucius looked at his son who was a nine-year-old idiot a few hours ago, and for some reason, a little bit emerged from the bottom of his heart. dislike.

In any case, the most important thing right now is to help the idiot son bring back his girl.

Lucius Malfoy apparated to the city of Boston he had been to. Due to the five-hour time difference, it was ten o'clock in the evening in the Boston area.

He had limited knowledge of Phillips Academy and could not use magic directly to go there, so after arriving in Boston, he could only temporarily choose to travel by Muggle transportation. Even if it was a short-distance transportation tool, this platinum noble also chose a Lincoln luxury extended car.

So the character of being arrogant and indulgent is really a family tradition.

At ten o'clock in the evening, when the limousine arrived outside Phillips Academy in Andover, Massachusetts, Draco pushed out the door almost immediately, and Lucius decided to stay in the car and wait for him.

Now that the mental age of the son has reached 28 years old, of course he should achieve what he wants.

In front of Draco was an elegant and spacious college building. Only [-]% of families in the United States could afford this aristocratic college, and its beautiful environment could basically become a tourist attraction.

But he didn't have the energy to appreciate the architecture and greenery at all. On the way from Boston to Andover, he had already called the school and tried his best to find out the number of Heletty's apartment dormitory. Fortunately, he was a cunning, sinister and wealthy Slytherin, he always gets what he wants.

But when he arrived at the dormitory where Hollett lived alone, he was in vain—she hadn't returned yet.

Draco knew that he should wait where he was, she would come back sooner or later, but he couldn't control his footsteps, like a foolish idiot, he stepped outside the dormitory building, intending to leave the five-hundred-acre campus Here, miraculously met her.

It was cold and unbearable in the Boston area late at night, and Draco walked into the Oliver Windholmes library, hoping for a miracle.

The Oliver Wendholmes Library with a collection of 12 volumes was silent in the middle of the night, but there were still many high school students checking records in the public area.

Draco exhaled slowly. He should have walked towards the physics books, but for some reason, he turned and walked towards the Spanish literature collection.

He stopped in his tracks, his ice blue eyes were even a little red with unspeakable emotions.

In front of the high floor-to-ceiling windows, curled up on a seat close to the wall was a little black-haired girl, too petite.The heavy literature books were spread out on her lap, and she was leaning against the window with her head down, breathing steadily and slowly.

Draco heard his own voice, trembling and ugly, "Holetti!"

—"Holletty!"

She was finally awakened by the sound, and rubbed her eyes sleepily, making the surroundings of her eyes a little red, and her eyes were dark under the shadow of eyelashes.

Maybe it was because of the cold weather, her complexion was pale and cold, and her voice was full of displeasure at being woken up, "You woke me up, as compensation, you have to grant me a hundred wishes."

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The young Master Malfoy found a beautiful gold oil lamp in a dusty corner of the family collection room, which immediately reminded him of the story in "Arabian Nights".

He always thought these fairy tales were silly and boring, the wish-fulfilling Djinn?Liar stuff.

But inexplicably, he took the oil lamp back to the bedroom, and hid it in his coat, carrying it away from everyone.

The bedroom was dimly lit and silent. Master Malfoy unbuttoned his coat, took out the oil lamp, and tried to rub it with his hands.

And the moment his cold and pale fingers touched the oil lamp, a miracle appeared——

With a cloud of pale pink smoke, a little girl with black hair and blue eyes appeared.

Heletty Magic Lamp Li looked impatient, and her tone was even worse, "If you summon me, you have to grant me a hundred wishes."

Master Malfoy: This is not the same as in fairy tales