Chinese food saves the world

After lunch, the Avengers, S.H.I.E.L.D. and Stephen Strange are going to the Stark Industries headquarters for a meeting to discuss specific cooperation details. Tony Stark’s Avengers Building is still under construction. So far, Stark The Industrial Headquarters is the agency meeting place.

And the magic levitating cloak, which was full of desserts, was even more reluctant to part with Heleti, and put it on Strange and pulled him back forcefully. The doctor's long legs almost couldn't stand still, and he took a few steps back. .

Hollett looked at the red cloak that rubbed against her arm again, "I will provide you with a working meal tonight, if you don't mess with Dr. Strange."

Almost instantly, this ancient and powerful magic weapon became docile and obedient, and it obediently draped over Strange's body. When he left, he didn't forget to shake the hem of his clothes at Heleti, as if waving goodbye.

Hollett returned to the kitchen and put the tableware into the dishwasher. When she finished cleaning and tidying up everything and walked out of the kitchen, the diners had already left. In the not-so-big restaurant, there was only one Mr. Raco Malfoy.

He looked over with ice-coloured gray eyes, and his tone was cold and restrained, "Do you have time? I have something to deliver to you, and it is placed in Malfoy Manor."

"Is it something that belonged to the Slytherin family?" Hollett guessed accurately.

Draco had already gotten used to her sharpness. He stood up and approached her. A row of buttons on the black jacket was still undone. He explained in a somewhat pretentious way, "It's very expensive, so I didn't carry it with me."

Master Malfoy seemed to be explaining to her why he took her to the Malfoy Manor in the outskirts of London instead of sending the precious item directly to Pasadena.

This sounds so contradictory. Obviously, his apparition has been used to perfection. He can go back to London by himself now, and he can take the things back to the Chinese restaurant in a few seconds. It is completely impossible for others to handle them. How can there be items? Risk of loss?

Facing this girl who could always guess what he was thinking in an instant, Draco obviously wanted to let things go. After making this lame excuse, he looked at her with those light-colored eyes. Sharp and thin, "You need to go to Malfoy Manor with me, right now."

He is already 28 years old, and he is no longer the cowardly but cowardly bullying guy in his teens. In ten years, he has grown the once pretentious young master Malfoy into a typical and outstanding Slytherin——

Ambitious, shrewd, honorable, victorious, duplicitous, machismo, pure blood, scheming.

But when he faced Hollett, he often felt that he was still that aggressive but relentless little idiot.

But fortunately, she still didn't expose him this time, and Heleti asked him very seriously, "You must pay attention when you use Apparation, I don't want to leave a part of my body in place."

As before, Draco held her wrist, "Even if the spell fails and the body splits, I won't let you be the unlucky one."

Before Hao Leti had time to answer him, the scene in front of her eyes changed. The restaurant with oriental charm turned into a dignified and luxurious lord's mansion study. The ceiling and dome depicting the legend of Merlin were beautiful and decorated with dark green velvet with silver tassels. Hanging down to block the unclear skylight outside the window, every section of the crystal lamp reflects the flowing luster and shines brightly.

But Draco's short platinum blonde hair seemed to be more dazzling than the lights.

He still didn't let go of his hand, but he didn't reach down to hold her hand either. His dry and warm palm was pressed against her wrist, and the other hand held his wand, looking towards the exquisitely carved old cabinet in front of him, Following a spell, the cabinet door opened, revealing a long and narrow black gift box.

Draco Malfoy hesitated, as if he felt that if he still took out the gift box with one hand, it would be too exaggerated, as if he was suffering from skin hunger, and he couldn't bear to miss those few seconds The touch of the bell.

In the end, he let go of Heleti, and took out the long and narrow gift box with both hands. When his slender and pale hands were placed on the black gift box, Heleti felt that his hands were more like valuables for a moment.

Draco unfolded the gift box, revealing the snakewood wand, which was born more than ten centuries ago, "It originally belonged to Salazar Slytherin. In the seventeenth century, an inheritor used Parseltongue to put the wand into a dormant state." , and was buried in the ground for nearly four centuries, and I only recently recovered it."

After he learns that Holliday may be the only remaining descendant of Salazar Slytherin.

Hollett looked down at this ancient wand. Although she was a squib, she certainly knew how valuable Salazar Slytherin's wand was. Something to give away.

This wand is very suitable for pure-blood wizard families to show off their inheritance, and it is almost an unrivaled treasure of honor.

But look at Draco Malfoy, the prodigal son, the cunning and cunning Malfoy ancestors who always put interests first, if they knew what he was doing now, they would probably be so angry that they would jump out of the portrait and kick his ass.

Hao Leti took out the wand and put it in her hand for a look, then put it back again, and directly closed the lid of the gift box, "I don't know where to store it, it's better if you help me keep it."

The words "You keep it for me" seemed to please Master Malfoy, but he still hoped that Hollett would accept this wand. She is the only remaining descendant of Salazar Slytherin, so of course she should be the heir to the wand. This is indisputable.

Draco, who always carves unscrupulous means into his bones, is like a dragon guarding the treasure when facing what should belong to Heletty. It is foreseeable that whoever dares to infringe her interests will have to fall in his hands. Big mold.

Draco didn't force Helletti to accept this gift, he didn't want to force her, he never succeeded anyway, and she always had a hundred thousand ways to get rid of him.

Draco glanced at the dark green velvet curtain behind Heletty, which was wide and floor-length, and could -->>

It's easy to hide, but probably only one Heletty got through. The first time he saw her, she got out from behind this curtain.

It was a banquet jointly organized by the British Ministry of Magic and the Muggle government. Draco had just graduated from Hogwarts for less than a year. In the final battle, although the Malfoy family did not join the war, they were not imprisoned The punishment of Azkaban, but the status of the Malfoy family will inevitably be impacted, but the Malfoys are best at adapting to the wind, and they will do anything for it——

Centuries ago, the Malfoy family obtained money and status through intermarriage with Muggles, and later drew a line with the Muggle world for the so-called pure blood honor, and used platinum aristocratic power to run rampant in the British wizarding world for many years.

At that time, in the face of the precarious situation, Lucius Malfoy and his heirs once again played double-faced and multi-faceted speculation, swept away the previous pure-blood worship speeches, and started a long war with the Muggle government honeymoon period.

The dinner jointly organized by the British Ministry of Magic and the Muggle government was successfully achieved through the mediation of Lucius Malfoy.

The dinner was as luxurious as expected. All the Muggle government officials and wizards invited to the dinner wore decent dresses. The wizards looked more classical, while the Muggles looked more at ease.

The warm light cast by the crystal lamp seems to make the beauties even more glorious, such as Draco Malfoy, he is wearing a black tuxedo and an elegant French-style white shirt, and the dark green silk bow tie is orthodox and elegant, clinging to the collar of the shirt. A trace of looseness.

He stood beside his father, Lucius Malfoy, and listened to his conversation with the over thirty head of the Secret Service known in the Muggle government as the Central Exchange.

Holmes' tone was calm, and he talked about the cooperation matter calmly, like an efficient machine. After he finished talking about the expected progress of the cooperation project, his eyes swept across the banquet hall with many people, although it was not chaotic, as if he was looking for something. When he got nothing in the end, his expression revealed a little wave that a human being should have.

After Lucius Malfoy's polite and curious inquiry, the spy chief even touched his forehead helplessly, "Sorry, the young girl is still young, she must have felt sleepy in the middle of the banquet, she hid for a while, she I just finished my doctoral dissertation this afternoon, and I had to stay up all night in the past few days before that, so it was inevitable that I was exhausted."

When Mycroft Holmes mentioned his missing sister, he said more words than he used when talking about the Prime Minister, and in Malfoy's previous contact with him, he used the words concisely. A little too much, but now almost like a goofy brother who cares about his family, and with a little less obvious showing off.

After all, the wily and calculating Malfoys had already learned as much as possible about their partners before cooperating. Although it was not easy to investigate the personal information of the spy chief, Malfoy could of course successfully learn that the other party had a younger brother and two younger sisters. .

The youngest sister, who is not her own, has just turned 15 and is studying at the Department of Theoretical Physics at Cambridge University.

Finished his doctoral dissertation in physics at the age of 15, what else could Holmes be showing off?

Lucius Malfoy glanced at his only son, thinking of the many stupid things he did when he was 15 years old, he somehow felt a little helpless.

Not to mention that the Malfoy family and even the British wizarding world have entered the honeymoon period with the Muggle world. Even when Lucius was the most fanatical pure-blood supporter, of course he would not underestimate Muggle geniuses with superior IQs. It can somehow make people feel awe.

Lucius looked at Draco, who was about to reach his full age and had grown into a tall and handsome young man, and told him with great sophistication, "Why don't you help Mr. Holmes find his sister."

Although Draco is arrogant by nature, he has obviously grown a lot in less than a year after graduation. Although he is not interested in that 15-year-old Muggle at all, it is of course no problem for the sake of profit. He has always been a genuine Double-faced bastard, isn't he?

Holmes explained to him the physical features of the missing sister, "five feet tall, Asian-European, black hair and blue eyes."

McCoff hesitated for a second and added, "She got up a little angry."

Hollett has always been precocious, and her personality can even be called a long-sleeved dancer. She is extremely friendly on weekdays, but when she is not awake, she is very childish and unreasonable. For example, the last time Sherlock interrupted her rest time, she was severely beaten. After being blackmailed, he was forced to agree to many conditions of losing power and humiliating the country.

It's a pity that Master Malfoy didn't seem to take Holmes' last addition to heart. He nodded to his father and turned to walk towards the thick nanmu door of the banquet hall. He was tall and handsome, just like when he was studying at Hogwarts. It is to get the eager eyes of women.

But Master Malfoy, as always, kept his gaze fixed, abstinent and indifferent, as if no one could make him stop.

When Draco searched almost the entire manor and couldn't find that damned little Muggle, his patience had long since gone to see Merlin, and he went straight back to the empty banquet open area and sat down in the guest study, although She died, and even if that little Muggle met a dementor, it didn't matter to him.

The shirt and bow tie buttoned to the throat made Master Malfoy feel suffocated, but he didn't want to let the bow tie and shirt collar become loose and sloppy like an inferior person. Looking at the heavy curtains, he decided to open the window for ventilation and change in A little fresh air to make his breathing easier.

"Damn little Muggle!" Draco's tone was full of viciousness, and with a swish, the curtains were pulled open, revealing a sleeping little girl curled up.

As if awakened by the sound, she rubbed her eyes sleepily, making the eye sockets a little red, and the long and curved eyelashes cast shadows, making her turkey blue eyes more intense.

Draco looked at her curly and fluffy black hair, her pale and cold complexion, her red lips, she had a beauty with strong color contrast, mysterious and fragile.

There was a bit of childishness in her voice, mixed with some reluctance to be woken up, her tone was very bad, and she demanded unreasonably, "You woke me up, as compensation, you have to grant me a hundred wishes."