After the female Auror knocked on the door and entered, her boss who was sitting inside immediately raised his head, with a concerned look on his face. &乐&文&
"How is the boy doing now?" asked the wizard who had a senior desk at the Ministry of Magic.
"Oh, it's nothing," the female Auror replied, "His parents' attitude is very tough, and the minister and deputy minister of the British Ministry of Magic have been beaten out. The child seems to be well-educated, but he is a little dissatisfied with his sister being made to cry. .”
"His sister?" said the wizard.
"The daughter of his father's lover. It sounds like they are about to have a new family." The female Auror said, which made her boss frown even deeper. "The Deputy Minister of Magic stepped on the girl's toys and had a tough attitude. After asking a lot of questions, the girl was made to cry - but to be honest," she stuck out her tongue, "I think she was made to cry because of the old woman's ugliness. Merlin even knew that her pretending to be friendly smile was actually terrifying. .”
The wizard coughed and signaled her not to speak ill of the British Deputy Minister of Magic.
"What's the boy's attitude? What's his parents' attitude?" the wizard asked. This was the focus of his concern.
"The boy obeyed the instructions of his parents, and he himself did not express any opinions. And one of the parents, who is definitely not a wizard...he even beat up the British minister, and his attitude was very clear." The female Auror answered explain.
"Is he dissatisfied with the British Ministry of Magic, or is he dissatisfied with wizards?"
"I think it's the British Ministry of Magic." The female Auror thought for a moment and quickly gave the answer.
The wizard showed a satisfied and somewhat gloating expression. Logically speaking, he should not show such an expression, but work and personal emotions have always been inseparable.
"They have lived too much peaceful life and are dizzy," he said mockingly. "Don't they have a smart person to lead? Don't they know who they can provoke and who they can't?"
"Maybe they think that escaped prisoners cannot be messed with, but the boy can." The female Auror said, "But to be honest, they don't have any excessive requirements - they want some special people to communicate with the prisoners for the safety of the hostages. There are no examples like this, but if you ask me, it shouldn’t be..."
"But it shouldn't be a child," the wizard said. "It shouldn't be a child who doesn't belong to their country. It shouldn't be an eleven-year-old wizard who comes from a non-No-Maj family. And everyone knows that he is A thorn in the side of those Death Eaters, he will only be satisfied if he stops breathing those scum."
"Maybe it's because there are children among the hostages." The female Auror said, "And they are all children from wizarding families."
The population of wizards has always been pitifully small, and every young wizard is a treasure given by Merlin. The Ministry of Magic in various countries also formulates laws based on the policy of protecting underage wizards. Similarly, the love and care that wizarding families have for their children is also extraordinary. Many ordinary wizarding families strive to have only one child in their lives, and put all their efforts into this child, not to mention the pure-blood families that pay attention to inheritance. They treat their in-laws Their picky choices are largely responsible for their low production.
"Do they think that this boy is already an orphan with no fame, so he can be manipulated as he pleases, as long as he looks good, it doesn't matter?" the female Auror asked.
"Maybe that's what they really think." The wizard said sarcastically, "They should be given a beating. The higher ups are very concerned about that boy. You will then be responsible for that area. The Ministry of Foreign Affairs will also send people down. If the British If they want to harass this boy, you should show them some color."
The female Auror nodded in agreement, took some information and planned to leave, but before going out she couldn't help but ask: "But... sir, I want to ask a question. Why is this boy so valued by the higher ups? Even though he is from the UK. The savior boy, his family is a non-No-Maj non-wizard family, so..."
It is not that there are no such families in the United States - although the chance is very small, when the birth of wizards is completely irregular, any possibility is possible.
"Did you notice his last name and his parents?" the wizard said. "He is most likely a mutant."
The witch's eyes widened in surprise: "But I remember..."
"Yes," the wizard said, "There are a small number of wizards who are stronger than others or have different abilities when they are born. However, that is all because the wizards themselves have some unique but not common abilities, such as disguise. Gus. There are also wizards who have the blood of magical creatures, which is not unusual, at least not in the United States."
He said meaningfully:
"But this boy is different. He is a wizard, there is no doubt about it - but there is a good chance that he is the first, and possibly the only, wizard in the world with the gift of a mutant."
All of that boy's talents will most likely help him become the most special and powerful wizard in the last hundred years.
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"Maybe we should help you transfer to another school. You must know that you are just a mutant with a wizard talent. There is no need for you to force yourself to become a wizard."
When Erik said this, his tone was completely indifferent to the wizard.
Harry sat obediently at the table and looked through the box that Draco had sent. After thinking about it, he put the red crystal worth countless gold galleons in and looked at the list to find several protective items.
"He is already a wizard, so it doesn't mean he is inappropriate." Hank reminded.
"Of course he can say it's inappropriate," Erik said. "Also, why are you still here?"
"Charles asked me to hand over Jean and the others," Hank said, "We agreed to gather here."
Harry thought for a moment, ran to the kitchen, took out a thermos cup, and started filling it with water.
erik: "What? Why are they coming out of school?"
"This is also a unique course," Hank said seriously, and only spoke the truth under Erik's glare: "Well, actually, they are about to have a falling out, and Raven wants them to find Charles and go to the world. The course on the dangers of the human heart. You know, since Scott came, the difficulty of disciplining them has skyrocketed."
Harry comforted Nina a few words, then took out the newly made pudding to coax her, and finally took out the gold chain from his neck.
Erik paced irritably: "I should go find Charles—I want to go now."
"Erik, um... you wait for the students to come," Hank said considerately, "Although I know you don't worry about him being outside for a moment... but I think they will be in trouble without you."
"Harry is still here."
Erik said, "He can replace Charles and me - it's time for him to learn how to manage."
"Harry is only eleven years old!" Hank thought Erik was crazy. He looked horrified, "You are kidding!"
"The next principal of the school will undoubtedly be him." Erik said, "He should..."
"Wait a minute, where is Harry?" Hank suddenly discovered this problem. He trembled and looked around. He walked around and found no sign of the boy. In the end, he and Erik could only stare at each other dumbfounded.
"Harry went to find Charles." A minute later, Nina, who was asked if she had seen Harry, answered naturally and raised the plate in her hand, "He gave me pudding before he left!"
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Draco was caught in the closest place to St. Mungo's - he was really smart and approached St. Mungo's from a shortcut path that only most nobles knew. The Aurors were indeed surrounded here, but under the magic In the absence of the minister, no one dared to get too close to avoid angering the prisoners inside and compromising the safety of the hostages. Therefore, apart from stepping on their feet and tightening their cloaks when they slipped in, they were not disturbed by anything else along the way. What obstacles.
But this 'along the way' is really shocking.
"Those...are those...family members?" Ron looked at the several crying wizards around him - they were all family members of the hostages - and felt panic and sympathy. "It's really pitiful...if you ask me, those foodies are... All Dead Apostles should receive the Dementor’s Kiss!”
Draco's eyes swept over the family members, and his face turned pale. No matter what, the person who did this was his aunt, which was enough for him to feel comfortable. He put on his hood, lowered his head, said to leave quickly, and never looked back.
"Are we really going to listen to him and go down this path? If he deliberately took me -" Ron was still talking.
Neville pulled Ron's sleeve, and the latter knew what his friend meant and reluctantly shut his mouth.
Draco's ears were very sensitive, and even though Ron lowered his voice, he couldn't hide it from him. He sneered: "Ask Longbottom yourself if he has ever walked this road - that means your family needs to squeeze in and line up together, you poor guy."
Ron's face suddenly turned red with anger. Neville quickly stopped him and whispered, "Stop arguing, Harry is not here."
this road? If Malfoy wanted to do something bad, Neville felt that they had already fallen into the clutches when they left the castle... Just think about how easy it was for Malfoy to deal with them.
Neville squeezed the potion bottle in his pocket.
In any case, his first goal was to enter St. Mungo's - whether it was a trap or not, he had to see his uncle first, so unnecessary quarrels could not be expanded, and he knew this very clearly.
They all entered in silence at St. Mungo's - let's just say, the VIP entrance.
"So what to do now? Does anyone know?"
"Shut up."
Draco took out the brochure he just took from the door - there was a map on it. There were no lights in the passage, and the light was dim, probably because it was not open for business. He took out his wand and chanted a spell to light up the tip of the wand.
"Hey, we can't do magic outside of school!" Ron said.
"Oh, then you plan to fight Death Eaters with your fists, right?" Draco sneered, "This is the most irrelevant question now, so don't talk too much and let me see..."
"Uncle is here." Neville also took out his wand and lit it, and then found the place he was looking for with a quick reaction that surprised Draco. He pointed his finger at a room on the third floor, "I want to go first where to."
"My damn uncle was originally here," Draco pointed to the ward on the fifth floor, and tried to remember how far away Regulus was. "My uncle's ward was probably...hell, is it another floor away or on the same floor?" Up?"
"We... let's go separately to check the situation, then we need to meet here in thirty minutes, okay, Malfoy?" Neville said.
"..." Draco looked at them both suspiciously, "Split up? Are you sure you won't be caught at the first moment?"
Neville hesitated for a while, then took out a shiny piece of cloth from his bag. After shaking it open, his entire lower body was covered by the cloth.
This was the first time Ron saw this thing up close. He couldn't help but let out a wow, his eyes lit up when he saw it: "Cool!"
"...Invisibility cloak?" Draco looked at the piece of fabric, carefully discerned the space distortion it brought, and found that although it was not as good as Harry's top quality piece, it was still very expensive to buy, so he curled his lips and said , "Your family is really willing to give up."
Even if he is the heir of the Malfoy family, his father will not give him such a good thing easily unless necessary - the invisible beast has always been protected by the Ministry of Magic and wants an invisibility clothing made of its fur. , it requires both good luck and deep pockets. At least he has been coveting Harry's piece for a long time.
Neville smiled slightly, and his round chin moved. He reached out and covered himself inside, then lifted up a corner to let Ron in.
"Do you want to stay with us first?" Neville asked worriedly, "If you are caught by them..."
"Don't worry about him, he is a relative of those people..." Ron muttered softly.
Draco sneered, the meaning was obvious - do you think I am you?
So they walked in two directions.
Draco first chose a staircase with a window - if there was any danger, he could at least break the window and get out. There were Aurors outside, so there was always a way to save his life. He walked up the stairs and paused when he passed the stairwell near the central hall. After confirming that he didn't see any wizards, he thought that indeed all the people in St. Mungo's had left.
He took deep breathing exercises while walking - to be honest, his limbs were weak now, and the palms holding the wand were covered in cold sweat. His courage is far less than he thought. He has always been afraid of this place, or in other words, afraid of the people who now control this place. Aunt Bella has never been a good relative, and her story has never been It was very scary, and if he had to say it himself, it was a good thing for him that this aunt was in Azkaban before he could remember.
And he is very likely to be discovered by this aunt at any time... and then he may face a very painful end. The killing curse is impossible, the Cruciatus Curse? Shattered to pieces? Or other black magic... In short, it won't make him feel better.
But what can he do? Who told that crazy woman to kidnap his mother! Even longbottom knew he wanted to save his uncle!
Draco stamped his foot bitterly.
His mother is a hundred times, a thousand times more important than Longbottom's uncle...
After walking up the stairs, he quietly slipped into the smallest utility room on the fifth floor. Since he had been visiting his uncle all the time, he knew the fifth floor well.
But the moment he stepped in, a hand with pure black gloves was placed on his shoulder and grasped his shoulder firmly.
Draco's back was immediately covered in cold sweat.
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Harry used the time turner without hesitation and set the time to half an hour ago, because according to Erik, Peter called half an hour ago - and before he could finish speaking, the Ministry of Magic came to the door for the second time. This was also the case for Erik. Quite annoyingly, Peter never talked to him very much, maybe because he was nervous, maybe because Erik didn't look very kind, but the situation improved slightly over the phone.
Therefore, Erik cannot be blamed for being kicked out of the Ministry of Magic for the second time. Anyone who managed to talk to his son for a few more words or ask about his lover's safety would be unhappy if he was interrupted, let alone Erik, according to Raven, if it weren't for Charles, he would be simply 'Mr. Unhappy'.
He arrived at the restaurant Peter mentioned, and when he entered the private room, he was surprised to find that Peter was having a cold war at one end of the private room, while Charles and Narcissa were chatting very harmoniously.
"...Boys are like that, they need something to consume their energy, otherwise they will do incredible things," Narcissa said, "Just like Draco, when he was five years old, if I didn't let him fly a few laps, He would cut off anything nice in the garden, including his father’s pet peacock.”
Harry almost choked on his breath. He suddenly remembered that there was one thing he had yet to do - tell Draco that his mother was fine.
However, there is one more important thing now - Draco and the others have slipped out of the castle.
He immediately took out the double-sided mirror and knocked, but there was no response... Well, to Harry's point of view, it was as if he had forgotten to pay the phone bill. Except that the call was not connected, the mirror was completely black, as if The computer is stuck.
Harry's head suddenly felt as big as three inches in size.
"Harry." Wanda saw him first, and she greeted him coldly, "You came quickly."
"I think I have to leave soon...or can one of you, um, accompany me?" Harry originally wanted to go find Draco by himself, but he immediately changed his mind when the two adults over there looked over.
"Oh, sweetheart." Charles pushed the wheelchair and hugged his son. He discovered something was wrong when he touched his neck, "Are you hot, honey? Your back is covered with sweat."
"——Dad, now is not the time to say hello," Harry said immediately, "I have to go to St. Mungo's."
"Baby, listen to me, Sirius—"
"No, no, not Sirius," Harry said and glanced at Narcissa, but when he saw the witch who was stroking her belly, he immediately remembered what Peter said about Narcissa giving birth to Sirius's second nephew. So he immediately swallowed back what he was about to say, "Actually, some of my classmates slipped out of school... Neville's uncle was also trapped inside, and he and Ron... well... so I'm not very worried about them. .”
Narcissa exclaimed in a low voice: "Coming out of hogwarts? Are you serious?"
I certainly don't want it to be true, but it is. Harry thought to himself and nodded vaguely: "The principal called them away before I could persuade them...Aunt Narcissa, are you okay? Sirius, he..."
Narcissa nodded, "There is nothing wrong with me...although I did not notice the existence of this child," she looked down at her still smooth belly, her steady voice was slightly bitter, "I became Sirius. burden."
While Harry's heart was tightening again, he determined his plan - he must not tell this lady about Draco now.
"But don't worry, Wanda gave the brooch to Sirius," Charles comforted him, "As long as he pretends to be like it, no one will notice that he has been reduced in damage and increased in defense."
Harry nodded and winked at Peter - but maybe it was because of the angle, the wink wasn't quite right.
The first person to respond to him was Wanda.
"Then I will accompany you to look inside and look for your classmates." She said.
Peter jumped up: "Wanda! We agreed! Mrs. Malfoy just said that there are many people lurking in there!"
"We didn't agree - if you have confidence in your own abilities, then I also have confidence in my own abilities, Peter. Just because I was caught in the Avengers doesn't mean I will be hit by a group of wizards. You're worried It’s too much.”
"But if you can't run as fast as the curse -" Harry looked at Peter who yelled this, and couldn't help but guess... Well, maybe Peter said the wrong thing because he was overprotective?
"If they have time to cast a spell," Wanda said coldly, crossing her arms, "I'll wait and see."
"But-" Peter wanted to say something else.
"Okay, good girls and good boys, first of all, Peter, don't yell at your sister, secondly, Peter is just worried about you, and finally, kids," Charles said, "You remember what I just informed you What? You don’t have to think that the other person is fighting alone, Jean and the others will be here soon."
Yes, and there’s me too. Harry touched his nose, feeling deeply ignored.
The twins both showed a 'no need' expression, but they all knew what Charles had decided, so it was better not to refute it.
"Dad," Harry said, "...to be honest, there are too many people for rescue."
"Our goal is not to rescue, dear," Charles said pleasantly, "Our goal is to settle this matter. Now, why don't you sit down and have a cup of tea?"
The twins occupied both sides of Harry, and the three of them sat down together and picked up the teacups. Peter quickly drank his own cup, Wanda reluctantly took a sip, and Harry drank in small sips, still thinking about Draeville and the others, and drank hard under the table. Knock on the two-way mirror.
"...It must be very hard for you to have so many children at home." Narcissa didn't say a word during the whole process, but when they all fell silent, she said to Charles, "Is there any trick to this?"
"The secret?" Charles said, "Oh, there is no secret - I personally think they are very worry-free. I have seen people who are more careless and disobedient, madam." He seemed to remember something, and while speaking, laughed happily.
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Draco's heart experienced extremely exciting ups and downs in just three seconds.
"If I remember correctly," the man in the black hood in front of him scolded in a low voice, "you should be in school, Draco!"
When he spoke, his platinum-blonde hair fell out of his hood because he was a little emotional. He tapped Draco's shoulder with his silver snake-headed cane: "No matter how you got here, go back to Hogwarts right away!"
"...Father?!" Dracp lowered his voice, "Why are you here - no, why do you want me to go back! Where is my mother? Where is my mother! Since you are here, is my mother safe?"
"Your mother's safety is determined by my attitude," Lucius Malfoy scolded his son almost in fear, "What have I taught you? Have you forgotten it? At this time, in this situation, you Do you only do reckless things? You are the heir of the Malfoy family. At this time, your safety is more important than anything else. Haven't you learned this truth? "
"I'm more worried about my mother than my safety!" Draco was so excited that he even forgot his mother's name.
"It sounds like something only a gryffindor can say." Lucius said calmly, with obvious displeasure in his voice, "If your safety cannot be guaranteed, what will your mother think? You will only make her situation worse. Oops."
Draco's face turned red from the scolding. His hands clenched a few magic ornaments that Harry had given him in his pockets. He wanted to say so what, wanted to say that he was just worried about his mother, wanted to say that he had something to ensure his mother's safety...but these words were there. With Lucius's cold eyes, he couldn't utter a single word.
No matter how bold he is, Lucius has always been his father, a mountain on his body, he loves him, yes, but when needed, his father's majesty and authority will make him breathless like a mountain. Don't be angry.
"...I remember you gave Harry Potter a pair of double-sided mirrors." Lucius looked at his son's lowered head, "Do you have one of them here? Or, do you each hold one?"
"...Yes, father?" Draco didn't expect that his father would ask this, so he said without warning.
"Take it out," the Malfoy head said grimly, "and tell him you are in danger and need him to come into St. Mungo's."
The moment Draco heard these words, he almost stopped breathing.
He raised his head and stared at his father with the greatest courage in his life - shock was not enough to describe his current expression.
"Father?" He stuttered and said tremblingly, "I... I seem to have heard wrong... Can you please tell me more..."
"You're not a five-year-old anymore, Draco," Lucius cut him off, "You know what I'm talking about."
"But, but-"
"He may not come," Lucius said, "but I need you to do this."
"But, but, father, if he comes -"
Draco retorted quickly, but soon he realized that his focus should not be here, "But father, I-"
He can't do this.
"Only by doing this, will your safety be guaranteed, and we can truly see his attitude towards you," Lucius's words were as cold as a knife, piercing into Draco's completely defenseless heart one by one. "Draco, if he values you, he will come. If he doesn't value you, he won't come. You don't have to feel guilty because of your friendship-"
"..." Draco lowered his head, his hand holding the wand trembling, "What will happen if he comes?"
"That's not what you should care about," Lucius said coldly, "He still has value. A big shot still needs him, and your principal also needs him. He is still a valuable bargaining chip, so he will not die immediately - If that's what you want to know. If he comes, someone will naturally find a way to defend your friend."
Draco was completely silent.
"So, what's the answer?" Lucius said.
Draco lowered his head. Perhaps because of the pressure from his father, or perhaps because he was moved by those words, the platinum-blond boy silently took out the decorated golden face from his large pocket under his father's gaze. Mirror.
A small smile appeared on Lucius's face.
"It seems you still know what to choose." He said, reaching out his hand and patting Draco's shoulder, "Is this the mirror?" He said, going to take the mirror.
——But just when he was about to touch the double-sided mirror, the boy's hand holding the mirror tightened suddenly, and the trajectory of his arm suddenly changed.
Draco slammed the mirror in his hand to the ground with a desperate momentum.
"Bang! Bang!!! Bang!!!"
In the small storage room, the sound of the mirror being smashed to the floor was as loud as the boy's apology.
"...I'm sorry, father."
Draco bit his lip and said under Lucius's shocked gaze.
"I can't do it."
"...You know it's very likely that he won't come, Draco," Lucius took a long time to find his voice. His face turned pale with anger and his breathing was heavy. He yelled at his son, "He's very I may be sorry for your intentions. Do you know how many people would choose their own safety in such a situation? Maybe if you don't do this, he will not come."
"...but he will come." Draco's eyes fell to the fragments of the double-sided mirror on the ground that were destined to be irreparable because of their excessive precision, and he said forcefully, squeezing his neck.
Because he will definitely come.
He is none other than Harry Xavier, Draalfoy's only chosen best friend since he was born.
He will definitely, definitely, definitely come.
——So he must, must, not be able to come.
The author has something to say: I don’t know why I have such a hard time with this kind of plot... I’ve been stuck for a long time otz
Everyone needs to urge me more in the future, otherwise I’ll just close my eyes and open them and a whole day will pass qaq
I find that I only seem to be able to write about romance and how love is broken...
ps: Let me show off. Today, the FGO national server compensated Sheng Shitou. Together with the previous one, it was enough for me to make two rounds of ten rounds. In the first round, I fired nursery rhyme and 2030, and in the second round, I fired Jack! In the Japanese server, the goddesses Rin and Ah Fu were released with fifty talismans, full of cooking power!
