Draco took the written letter and package and walked towards the owl loft expressionlessly. :乐:文: 3w.しwxs.com
As soon as he came out of the hall, he went to Felton's office and asked him loudly if he knew anything. But he actually wanted to ask more, such as the impact of this incident on the Malfoy family... But considering this man's purpose Unsure, Draco suppressed these words in his heart.
And the man only reminded him one sentence.
"You just have to think about one thing - what are they out for now? They're not Sirius Black."
When Draco walked out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, he realized that he was so nervous that he broke a quill he was holding in his hand because he was using it to write letters.
"By the way," the man added before leaving the house, "what you need to know is that mail is always easy to be intercepted."
Merlin's xx, how did he know he was going to send a letter to Harry? !
Draco was not stupid enough to actually ask this question. He looked calm and said "Professor Bo Lao reminds me" with a calm expression. However, he was still shocked in his heart. After secretly scolding, he still had deep doubts. Is this man obsessed with himself?
He thought for a while, then turned around and went back to the dormitory to get a box. When he came out, he happened to run into Nott and Blasie who were also going out.
"Where are you going," Draott said, pretending to be sweet, "Are you going to tell our savior boy in a letter to run away quickly?" "
Draco sneered, said nothing, and walked past him, obviously not taking him seriously. Blasie looked at Nott who was blushing with interest, thought for a moment, and followed Draco closely. .
I don't know who tipped off the news - Draco said it must be Nott - Pansy was in the library, but now she came towards Draco angrily, especially when she saw the box in his hand, her anger was particularly serious.
"What are you holding, Draco?" She said, barely maintaining her considerate tone, "Do you want to send a letter home?"
"I can't figure out why you have such an ugly face, Pansy," Blasie said calmly before Draco's eyes turned cold, "Draco has his own things to do."
"Someone said that you want to give Xavier expensive amulets and magic props." Pansy took a step forward with her neck stiffened and asked stiffly.
Blasie raised her eyebrows vaguely - in fact, this was just their guess. After Draco left, the long table immediately rang with the sound of small conversations, Lestrange (the turmoil caused by the Lestrange couple's escape was beyond everyone's expectation. They were both paying attention to how the Malfoy family would choose, and thinking about their own family. How to take protective measures? After all, this crazy couple is definitely not in vain. The Longbottom couple is the best lesson.
And among them, some people could not help but think ahead of the Malfoy family's excessive friendliness towards the savior. Someone reminded everyone that they were very close relatives from the Black family, but someone also vaguely reminded everyone of the so-called 'criminal record' of the Malfoy family.
"It seems that the price of magic amulets and armors will increase again." said the experienced senior, and Nott did not miss every opportunity to taunt the enemy. He said contemptuously: "Black is still in St. Mungo's. It seems that the savior The boy had no choice but to stay away from the limelight in the United States. I heard that the vault at the Potter family has not been opened?"
"It's like the Malfoy family lacks a few talismans," one of his enemies immediately laughed at him, "Mrs. Malfoy even prepared a portion of the desserts made by herself for Xavier."
Blasie noticed that Pansy looked extremely ugly at that time. He knew that it had nothing to do with a few talismans or magic props. Pansy was not smart enough, but she was not stupid enough. Under the guidance of her parents, or ambition, her goals had always been clear. What she needed was Draco's attitude.
Talismans and props have always been expensive and rare, but this is really not the point - but if the Malfoy family, or Draco, is willing to give Harry Potter a few of these things in this case...
If this trend continues, unless Harry Xavier dies suddenly, in a few years, Draco will most likely no longer have Pansy's place by his side, because obviously he values the surviving boy more, so naturally, he is completely offended. That boy's pansy would never have a chance of becoming Mrs. Malfoy.
Therefore, it was naturally difficult for Pansy to tolerate Draco's actions now - even if it was just a suspected move to further help Harry.
"That is to say," at this time, unexpectedly, Draco sneered and opened the lid of the box, "I need your permission even to give this to others? Are you too self-righteous, Pansy?"
The moment the box was opened, not only Pansy was shocked, but even Blasie was slightly surprised.
——What I saw neatly arranged among them were not talismans or props, but a whole box of handmade candies of different flavors and Honeydukes' new ice strawberry balls, and the latter had all the fresh strawberry aroma. The moment the box was opened, their tastes were filled with it.
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Harry received Draco's letter.
It was not Malfoy's strong golden eagle, but an ordinary owl, so Harry had no idea how many procedures he had to go through along the way. He thought it was quite strange, so he sat there and thought for a long time, and finally decided to open the mailbox. Take a look at the box that came.
——As a result, he had just followed the method mentioned in the letter and tapped the top of the box three times with his wand before opening the box. He was so frightened by the contents that he closed the box lid. At the same time, he opened his eyes and looked left and right vigilantly to make sure that he I was indeed in a very safe home, so I took a deep breath, grabbed Draco's letter and read it carefully again.
"...If I had known better, I wouldn't have brought back his double-sided mirror." He muttered to himself. After all, letters can't solve all problems. What's more, I'm afraid there are some things that Draco wouldn't be able to write in a letter. of. After thinking for a while, he opened the lid of the box again, and was once again shocked and shuddered by the contents inside.
"What is Mr. Salazar thinking?" he couldn't help but want to ask.
What he held in his hand was a simple wooden box with a walnut texture and simple gold-covered corners. No one expected that it contained a treasure far greater than its apparent capacity.
Harry randomly picked up a necklace from it and looked at this elegant and gorgeous golden pearl necklace with beads of the same size and texture and a warm luster on the surface. The first thought in his head was, for some reason, 'Owl, thank you for your hard work. '.
After all, this string of beads was as big as a little fingernail, so Harry had to use both hands to lift it up and look at it.
And this is just one thing he picked up casually in the box. For the total number, it is like a strand of a woman's hair. Even without it, the contents of the box will not lose much value.
Harry was thinking this while stuffing sweets into his mouth - this box is double-layered. If you don't knock it three times before opening it, you will only see the sweets stuffed inside.
He picked up the wand from his pocket and tapped the lid as the letter said. The lid immediately cracked open and a long string of parchment spit out from the inside. It was a list. There was no doubt that Harry was one by one. Looking over it, I found that the purpose of many things on it was unclear, probably because the original owner didn't care about it.
According to Salazar, a powerful wizard does not need such things to decorate or protect himself... so he puts these things away in the box and sometimes feeds the basilisk a few defective ones. It is a nutritional supplement that can replenish magic power.
Draco told him three things in the letter - first, don't go back to school now, it's best to extend the vacation; second, every item in the box is worth millions of gold galleons, and he lost one. Harry should be good-looking, and three, it's best to move his uncle, Harry's godfather Sirius, and his brother Rugulus to a safe place, and read the newspaper for details.
Considering that the "Daily Prophet" was not sold in the United States, he thoughtfully sent a copy to Harry, and concluded in the letter - Two more of our crazy relatives came out, and these two of course Instead of running out to see relatives, there was probably only one thing the couple wanted to do most, and that was to take Harry's life.
——The Lestrange couple have always been the most loyal and crazy right-hand men of the Dark Lord. Neville's parents were driven crazy by them. In addition, they also took countless human lives on their hands. They were cruel, violent, and inhumane... In short, the newspaper used all negative words to describe how Sirius's sister and brother-in-law deserved death. And this routine is very familiar. The last time Sirius escaped from prison, the newspapers wrote about him in the same way.
In a way, Harry felt that they were indeed relatives - not everyone had the ability to escape from prison and have the newspapers denounce their crimes.
"What are you looking at?" Wanda stopped beside Harry and found the answer on the newspaper in his hand before she finished speaking. The cold beauty couldn't help but frown slightly, with a hint of disbelief in her tone, "Wait a minute. Next...how many sweets have you eaten?"
Harry lowered his head and looked down. Perhaps because he was thinking about the need for sweetness, or because Mrs. Malfoy's special snacks and Honeydukes' new products were so delicious, he unknowingly ate two of the snacks on the first floor of the box. In one part, the candy wrappers and the tin foil wrapping the cake were scattered on the floor, and more than half a cup of black tea used to quench the thirst was drained.
"Um," he clapped his hands sheepishly, ignoring a lot of sugar residue stuck to the corner of his mouth, picked up a frozen strawberry ball and handed it to Wanda, and said obediently and a little flatteringly, "Honey Duke's candies are very good, come on One?"
Wanda couldn't help but stretched out her hand to pinch his cheek, then stretched out her hand to accept the frozen strawberry ball with a smile. After that, she sat down and talked about this issue with Harry.
"The security in the magical world seems to be poor," Wanda commented, "just like the United States."
Harry twitched his lips: "It's really not that good... and generally speaking, it's difficult to set the death penalty."
"Why?"
"The wizard population is sparse," Harry explained, "Well... let me think about it, ah, it's like this. It's only been ten years since the last war, and the number of wizards is not large, and it dropped sharply during the war. , in this case, the law was changed ten years ago in order to protect the population. In addition, magic is too easy to destroy evidence. Veritaserum was also banned after its danger was proven... so generally It is said that there are very few wizards who are sentenced to death."
Of course, an obvious thing like escaping from prison does not require evidence to convict... Therefore, once an escaped prisoner is caught, there is only one end, and that is to have a passionate kiss with the dementor and return to Merlin's arms.
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"...No need to worry, my son. Love your mother."
After writing such a line of signature on the letter, Narcissa tied it to the golden eagle's leg and turned around calmly. At this moment, a bony hand with long nails snatched the letter.
"Bella." Narcissa called the person in front of her calmly, "It's just a letter."
"Oh oh oh, don't underestimate such a letter," the woman in front of her said, giggling, her scarlet tongue licking her fingertips holding the letter, "My dear cissy, you must know that even if it is just a sentence Words may lead to our destruction, let alone a letter? Such a long letter? "
"Do you think I would hurt you?" Narcissa said coldly, "After you threatened my husband, under these circumstances?"
"Lucius...Oh, yes, yes, he is your husband, so what?" The smile on the woman's face was suddenly replaced by a kind of rage, "That shameful traitor! If it weren't for him, he would still be there." Even if he is my brother-in-law, I will break his neck!!"
"So you have one more thing to do -" Narcissa said. "You want to kill my husband, the father of my son."
"So what?" the woman laughed, "I'm going to kill our brother - I have to tell you, cissy, no matter what reason you saved Sirius Black, that scumbag, he will die. "
"...You are all here, so who is at St. Mungo's?" Narcissa secretly clenched her fists and pressed her nails against her palms. "So, you actually want to attack St. Mungo's? You are crazy."
The woman smiled and sat on Narcissa's favorite chair. To be fair, she is a gorgeous and charming beauty. Her facial features have a proud and sharp beauty. Although her figure is thin, it is not difficult to see how charming she once was by looking at her plump breasts.
But her black hair was messy, her cheeks were thin, her lips were blood red, her teeth were yellow to black, and the hand holding the letter was bony. What was even more terrifying were her eyes, which seemed to be evil spirits. His eyes looked like they were going to tear anyone who could see them into pieces, and they were so gloomy that they seemed to be tempered with the most sinister poison.
Twenty years ago that Narcissa remembered, she was still the most dazzling black rose in the Black family, but obviously, prison life had taken away her gorgeous flowers and leaves, leaving only the thorny stem and her The deepest malice.
"I got news, cissy, I don't know if you know it," she raised her chin and said arrogantly and threateningly, "our dear, lovely, timid little cousin, rugulus..."
Narcissa's heart rose, and a chill suddenly spread from her back to her whole body.
They did not publicize the fact that Rugulus was still alive, and the newspapers never got the news. Although St. Mungo's records could not be concealed, how did Bellatrix, who had been in Azkaban, get the news?
"...I'm still lucky to be alive." Bellatrix finished slowly and pointedly, "And I was lucky enough to learn that the great lord once gave him a very important thing." After saying this, she seemed to feel that this was not Too decent, she added, "Of course, I also have such precious items, but you know, cissy, at this time, I am not suitable for going to Gringotts."
"Gringotts never gets involved in outside affairs," Narcissa said. "I can get that thing for you."
"The more of those things, the better, my dear sister," Bellatrix stood up, as if to hug her and kiss her, murmuring beside her, her voice was like a snake spitting messages that made people feel chilled all over. , she put her hand on her sister's shoulder and said seductively, "You also have something like this at home. I know it clearly, Narcissa, but that guy Lucius is extremely cunning... He said that thing looks ordinary. However, as for Sirius Black, after our damn cousin asked for it, he obediently handed it over. So, what should I do?"
"Bella..." The blood faded from Narcissa's face little by little, and she called her sister's name in a warning tone, "You can't—"
"We need to go to St. Mungo's, honey, just you and me." Bellatrix's nails lightly scratched her sister's well-maintained and delicate skin, "I need those two things... Oh, there is one more thing, Narcissa, I think I need your son’s help on this matter.”
Her eyes flashed dangerously.
"——I want Harry Potter's life!"
The author has something to say: Bellatrix Lestrange Bellatrix Lestrange is a famous female madman, Sirius's cousin, and Narcissa's biological sister. She is so famous that I don't need to mention it, right?
The next few chapters will be fast-paced. The daily routine is over and classmate Harry has new brothers, sisters, and sisters. I still have to clear the dungeons that need to be cleared...
I couldn't draw Merlin, so I cried...
