Andromeda Tonks, whose real name is Andromeda Black, can be seen from her very similar appearance. She and Bellatrix are the closest sisters... At the same time, she is also Sirius's cousin. Harry has visited the Black family. She was kicked out of the family because she married a Muggle-born wizard, and her name turned into a black hole. Not long after, her cousin also followed this path. The names of these cousins no longer appear in the family tree.
Of course, now that Narcissa has given birth to her second son, it is not difficult to invite her sister over to sit with her. Maybe people just have to go through a hurdle before they can see it. After experiencing "violating many laws" After helping her fugitive cousin, being kidnapped by her biological sister with her unborn child, and her youngest cousin being fished out and frozen, her life and death unknown, etc., Narcissa paid special attention to her remaining relatives.
Andromeda has not been in contact with the Black family for many years, but the relationship is already very good. As long as the Malfoy family does not put pressure on Narcissa, she is extremely willing to bring her daughter to visit her sister and newborn nephew.
As the eldest of the inbred descendants of the Black family, and the only daughter of Andromeda, Nymphadora Tonks has enough symbols of being an adult: odd sister-style decorations and coats (draco language), tall enough, with He has riveted boots, an extra pale face, and a pair of extremely bright black eyes. When she frowned like her cousin, those eyes were powerful.
And she's an Auror. This is the most important point. None of the above are as important as this, because only such a job can show that she is indeed an adult for a long time. When she changes her hair and facial features, if she hadn't changed from Taking out the Auror badge from his pocket, neither Draco nor Harry could believe that such a young girl who looked like just a fashionable girl was an Auror.
"Although I think those Aurors who appear at Hogwarts are noobs, but yes," Draco said with a contemptuous tone, "The Auror exam is extremely difficult for ordinary people. Pay attention and listen to my words. ,normal person."
He calmly noticed that Harry's gaze deviated a little this way, but he still didn't speak to him.
"Oh, oh," Tonks said, "I'm warning you, little cousin, most of the people you mentioned are the types who love to climb up. At least I am not willing to follow that old man to school to bully someone. She is not yet a fifth-grade student." She has a heart-shaped face, but as she adjusts it as she pleases, the shape of her face is also adjusted all the time. It wasn't until her mother stared at her that she returned to her original appearance.
"——You have just obtained the qualification certificate." Andromeda said, "I hope you still remember this. Auror training is very strict. If you don't put away this idle mentality, you will be banned when you are If you don't have the Auror qualification certificate, your father and I will be ashamed of you."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked with interest. He and Draco stood on the other side of the cradle, keeping their voices very low so as not to wake up the baby in the cradle - the latter was wearing a cream-yellow pointed hat and sleeping comfortably under the quilt. She stood there, her apple-like face flushed red, and from time to time she would stick out her little tongue and lick her mouth, as if looking for the remaining milk foam on it.
Harry thought this was so cute. He saw that the baby was unwilling to move at all, so the conversation continued beside the cradle, and Draco looked at his little brother who was still sleeping soundly with sour eyes.
"If you want to become an Auror, you have to pass at least five exams in high school. My potion almost ruined it back then. It requires that these five exams should not be lower than 'e' (exceeding expectations)," Tonks took off his hands. She wanted to reach out and scratch the baby's little nose, but her mother stopped her with a look of disapproval, so she had to touch her own nose, "And after you hand in the application to become an Auror, they have to Do a lot of investigations, such as whether you have a criminal record and so on. Well, you also need to test your character and ability. I still don’t understand what standards they are based on. In short, after passing these, you have to do a few tests. Special training, such as tracking, sneaking, etc." At this point, her dark eyes began to shine, and a proud look began to flash on her face, "I got the highest score in concealment and disguise without learning, which is very good. The amazing thing is, they all said I was a natural Auror and quickly put me out on cases - I was recently working with other Aurors to hunt down a criminal who kidnapped a toddler."
Her mother, Andromeda, was holding her forehead. Probably even after many years, she still has the basic pride of being a black person, so when she heard this, she couldn't help but shake her head, looking a little bit intolerable, while Narcissa looked at her niece with a smile. .
"That's because you're a 'Disguisemagus'!" Draco pointed out mercilessly, "What the hell if you don't even get the highest score."
"But if you can do it, you can do it," Nymphadora had obviously heard similar words. She played with the Auror badge in her other hand and quickly retorted, "I can do it for myself, but others can't. Isn’t it right to be proud of something?”
"..." Draco didn't say anything to refute for a moment, pouted, shut up, and then used his hand to turn Harry around.
Harry ignored him and looked very calm.
Draco elbowed him a second time, but the latter still didn't respond.
Draco stared at him for a long time, and Harry acted as if there was no one around him, so he had to roll up his sleeves and stab Harry's waist hard with his hand.
"Ouch!" Harry didn't expect Draco to come like this, and he screamed strangely, almost waking up the baby. He subconsciously grabbed Draco's hand with his backhand and gave it a squeeze.
"Ouch!" This time it was Draco who screamed.
"What are you two doing?" Tonks asked casually, seeing the two boys staring at each other across from the cradle.
"He's sick!" Draco threw away his hand angrily, "I just remembered one thing - he is also a Metamorphmagus - and he did this to me."
Harry, on the other hand, kept a polite smile, feeling like veins were pounding in his forehead, and he really wanted to kick the other person's butt.
"Are you also a Metamorphmagus?" Tonks didn't know the undercurrent between them, so she asked with interest, "Why haven't I heard of it before?"
"What did you hear?" Harry tilted his head and asked humbly, "I heard that the Ministry of Magic has a lot of opinions about my family."
"Ah, I heard..." Just as Tonks started to speak, Andromeda coughed. Tonks glanced at his mother quietly, but he still leaned over and nuzzled the boys' ears.
"The above didn't reveal much information, but there are many people like me who don't think the Ministry of Magic is right to do this." She said, "The higher-ups have been saying that you are a hidden dark wizard who was raised by a room of dark wizards. Big, Slytherin's blood is flowing in your veins, and some people say that you are the son of the Dark Lord... But everyone knows that you have obtained the inheritance rights of Potter Manor... Let's put it this way, if you are eighteen years old, then Maybe this situation needs to be discussed separately, but you are not, for God's sake, you are not even old enough to choose courses, and we all feel that it is too shameful to follow that old guy."
She had an 'I'd like to ask more' look on her face.
"puff--"
When Harry heard 'son of the Dark Lord', he couldn't help but laugh while holding the sides of the cradle, while Draco - as usual - scoffed.
"They are really getting better at making jokes." He commented.
"I'm afraid the old lady is still lying in the injury department downstairs. I hope she doesn't come back... The Aurors who went to Hogwarts with her all had their qualification certificates confiscated, and they have been put on hold for the time being because there was too much trouble some time ago. , our new batch can finish the training so quickly and get the qualification certificate." Tonks also obviously hates some things or regulations of the Ministry of Magic, and he can't stop after speaking. "Originally, this process is quite long, although the training has regulations. Three years, but not everyone can find a vacancy. Newcomers always have to put it aside for a year or two, or sit on the bench, but now we are extremely short of people..." She waved the hand holding the badge and said With a gesture of grabbing something out of thin air, he put it in front of him and blew on it. His dark eyes gave a very lively "You know" look, "...and then I got the official qualification certificate."
"...Hmm." Harry could only say in the end, "I mean...Yeah."
"You haven't answered my question yet," Tonks said, "Are you really a Metamorphmagus too? If so, you should apply for Auror as soon as you graduate. You can get high marks with this, This is my experience...and compared to other professions, this profession is still more exciting. Oh, I heard that you are a r□□enclaw, you shouldn’t be distressed, right?"
"The number one in the grade is standing in front of you." Draco said first, and Harry gave him a peaceful look, because Draco immediately said, "He won't be an Auror. Have you ever seen a r□□enclaw be an Auror?" Luo’s?”
"I don't know, it's just a suggestion," Tonks said nonchalantly, "They all say I'm a natural Auror. If I weren't clumsy, my scores in training could be higher, but I'm an easy-going Auror. Jungmagers, I've scored a lot of points."
This is a professional question - how to use your strengths to get the job you want. Harry nodded thoughtfully.
He gently whispered to Tonks: "Don't listen to his nonsense. I'm not a Metamorphmagus. This talent is quite rare I guess, but I can indeed do it. This is what my aunt... taught me. Mine," he winked at Tonks, who let out a surprised gasp, because the boy's eyes instantly changed from emerald to gray-blue like Draco, and then to gold. The pure color was so beautiful. Like molten gold galleons, "It's not good for other people to know, so it's not good for me to show more of it."
He motioned Tonks to look at the therapists who occasionally came in and out, as well as the wizards coming and going outside the door. Tonks nodded knowingly and sympathized with him: "Your name is famous enough - and there are a lot of scary prefixes. .”
Anyway, after talking for a while, she didn't think that the little godson of her cousin's family was a dangerous person. On the contrary, compared to the little cousin of her aunt's family who had no mercy at all, he seemed to be a good boy, but he was more dangerous. Be more likable.
"Yes, so I don't think it's good to have one more." Harry touched his nose and said, his eyes turned green again, "My aunt is much better than me, she can become anything she wants. If she wants to, no one can find her."
Unless you're a mind reader. He added mentally.
"I really want to meet your aunt. You know, I've never met a metamorphmagus. Last year I heard that there was one in France, but you know, it's too far away from here, and I heard that there was one in France." Disguise Maggs are not easily inherited..." After listening to the gossip for so long, Tonks knew that Harry Potter's adoptive father's family were not ordinary Muggles, so she did not ask the question "Is she a wizard?" and instead started She was talking endlessly... However, at this moment, she suddenly stopped and pointed at Harry's wrist a little strangely, "Hey, what's wrong with your hand?"
To finish.
Draco swallowed hard, and Harry rolled up his sleeves as if nothing happened: "What do you mean? It was used by the teething little sister at home to grind her teeth."
Draco: "……………………"
This seemingly decent statement made Draco really start to grind his teeth - the feeling of being robbed or something was like a poisonous flame burning in his chest, making him feel uncomfortable just thinking about it.
That's what I bit, me! Not your little sister!
"Thank you for saving face for me, but," Draco grinded out a few words through his teeth, "it's just what I bitten, there's nothing I can't say."
"Oh, can you please tell me," Harry couldn't help but said in a soft tone, "——Why are you biting me? Do you still need to grind your teeth at the age of thirteen?"
Draco's birthday was in June, before Harry's, which meant that he turned thirteen earlier than Harry.
"I just bit you a few times, but there was no bleeding..." Draco's aura weakened. How can I say that sentence? It was a moment of pleasure when I bit you, and then the crematorium. If this was not in front of his cousins, he might not even My tongue was so nervous that I couldn't find it.
"What I want to know is not how deep my wound is, but why you bit me!" Harry couldn't control it and almost shouted at him, "How many times! How many times have you bitten me awake in the middle of the night! I The dark circles under my eyes are worse this morning than after Hermione stayed up all night! We would have arrived at Ron's house in the morning, if you hadn't caused me to oversleep!"
"Oh, so it's okay if your little girlfriend bites you, but there's a problem if I bite you?"
Draco turned his face and said sourly.
Harry was almost mad at him.
"Reason, Draco, reason, do you really want to compare with my little sister who is less than ten years old?! How many times have I told you that she is not my little girlfriend!" His face turned red with anger, "She is changing her teeth! You are also there Changing teeth?! How about I bite you a few times to tell you that I am changing teeth?"
"As you said, my dear friend, I just have nutritional imbalance and itchy teeth," Draco said coolly, "Then again, I don't mind even if you bite me back, look, I can let you Bite me, why are you like this when I bite you once or twice? Is this a privilege? It only belongs to your little sister? "
Harry rolled his eyes very rarely and really wanted to kick this bastard down.
"If your brother is also losing teeth, I will never say another word if he bites me." Harry glared at the other person and pointed at the sleeping baby in the cradle, "And I don't care what you want is the reason! Do you think I will believe what you said?"
Of course, Draco failed to give a reasonable reason, so the atmosphere instantly became awkward and air-conditioned.
Tonks looked left and right in confusion, not sure what kind of conflict her question caused between the two boys.
On the other side, after appropriately ending the chat with Andromeda, Narcissa asked the two boys kindly: "Have you had lunch?"
No offense, but Draco couldn't help but think of Mrs. Weasley's horrible feeding method... and he nodded his head quickly.
As if she didn't see her son nodding, Narcissa picked up a silver bell from the table next to her and shook it: "Would you mind eating something with me? I've always been a little hungry lately, and I always want to eat more. Order something.”
"When a child squeezes nutrients from your belly, hunger always follows, regardless of whether the child has landed or not," Andromeda said, patting her sister's hand, knowing full well the new conflict that had just occurred in the room, The tone used to describe Lucius was exactly the same as that of her cousin, "It doesn't matter, Lucius's old dog is not here, you can eat freely, and I am right here. I believe the children will also be willing to eat something with you."
Once these words came out, could Draco and Harry still say 'no'? As for Tonks, she just muttered 'I'm not a child anymore'.
After Narcissa rang the silver bell, Malfoy's house elf in a tea towel almost immediately brought in the cart with food, from stewed rotten meat to exquisite and small red velvet cakes, as well as... Hot milk tea, perfectly cut fruits, everything is available. Unlike Muggles, wizards have a variety of spells and potions, which allows Narcissa to enjoy delicious food the day after giving birth without worrying about other problems.
As soon as Narcissa took out her wand, Andromeda stopped her: "I'll do it." After saying that, the lady shook her wand and moved the extra sofa from the wall, and then moved it with Tonks herself. Positioned so that the boys had to sit obediently, it sat as securely as the cradle on the other side of Narcissa.
Narcissa brought fluffy toast with large pieces of cream and butter, half a plate of small desserts, and toffees filled with thick chocolate syrup to Harry's hands, and cut a large piece of matcha roll for him; andromeda He poured her a cup of hot sweet milk tea. The room had a constant temperature charm, so even in summer, drinking tea like this was quite comfortable.
But at the same time, they gave nothing to Draco, who looked at his aunt and mother a little unconvinced, received a double warning look, and could only swallow the complaint silently.
When Harry was getting a little angry and finished off a piece of ice-cold snack - it had a wonderful crispy outer skin, and once bit into it, the tight bread inside covered with warm chocolate sauce burst into deliciousness in the mouth - and again After drinking half a cup of milk tea, I felt that the anger was gradually extinguished.
Anyway, this was in front of Aunt Narcissa. He couldn't beat Draco, right, and he couldn't plug the mouth that was as noisy (no harm) as a hufflepuff or gryffindor girl recently, saying Really, God Merlin, King Arthur, whatever, when he was trying to save his dignity for his friend, look what that friend did...
"It sounds like you've relapsed into your old habits, my dear Xiaolong," Narcissa criticized her son in a calm and dignified manner after drinking a cup of tea, "You told me when you were six that you never have this again. I’m used to it, but now it seems that the six-year-old guarantee is not very strong.”
What old problem? Draco looked at his mother in shock, and then noticed that his noble mother blinked her beautiful eyes slightly, and instantly understood that Narcissa was making excuses for him, just like she did every time he got into trouble at home. .
"Old problem?" Harry was a little confused.
"Oh, it's not a big deal, it's just childish," Narcissa said very naturally. "When he was a child, his toy wands, toy brooms, and the toy dragon he slept with were all treated similarly to you, Harry," she added He winked at the green-eyed boy, obviously finding this thing a bit funny, "Once we joked with him and said that we would give toys to the children of relatives - oh Merlin, this can only be a joke, none of our relatives Short of Galleons - he'll chew those things into big holes, and we all say he has good teeth for his young age. There's also a crystal ball with his name engraved on the base, which just ruins the magic there. , that crystal ball is officially scrapped."
Harry who was bitten said: "...This is not normal. He is not one of the monster books." No matter what the thing is, he just wants to bite it.
How should I put it, the funny emotions and the tearful emotions came up at the same time.
"He doesn't do this to other people." Harry said, "I feel a little pitiful." He looked at his wrist and neck, and the pain seemed to linger for a long time, which impressed him deeply.
"He won't bite toys he doesn't like, dear," Narcissa reached out to stroke the boy's messy black hair and said softly, "Although this is indeed not a good habit, and it is also harmful to people in this way. It’s quite rude.”
As she spoke, she faced her son: "So, what is the reason? I know that you have restrained this problem since you can sleep alone."
This problem doesn't exist at all, unless I have teeth like a fire dragon, so that I can chew into pits on a broom with a simple curing spell at an age when I can't even reach the potion cooking table. Draco groaned and groaned inexplicably, searching his mind to think of a reason.
"But - I'm not a toy that he can fight over," Harry said with a straight face despite all the softening emotions in his heart, "I think I have more of myself than those things. Without will and dignity, I will still cry out for pain and fight back."
"I fell asleep, okay?" Draco immediately followed the reasons and steps given by his mother and climbed down. "What kind of control do you expect me to have when I'm dreaming? I don't know anything when I sleep, and I'm still being slapped by you. Slap it down, please?" He thought of another reason almost instantly, and he was confident, "And I have nightmares, you can't ask me to stay rational when I have nightmares."
"..." The last flame of anger in Harry's heart was extinguished. His face relaxed for a moment, but was quickly caught by Draco.
Sure enough, as he knew, Harry's expression continued to soften when he talked about having nightmares, because he stubbornly felt that Draco, who had always slept well, started having nightmares because of himself, but Draco felt that this was not the case at all. It's only half a gold galleons relationship.
But this is indeed a good entry point. Just like the butter you just took out from the freezer of the Muggle refrigerator, when you first take it out, it is a hard lump, and it is difficult to handle it easily with the sharpest knife. However, if you take fire or even use the palm of your hand to touch it well and warm the coldest white layer on its surface, it will gradually soften and dissolve. All you need is Keep up the good work - because it is not a cold and hard bad thing in the first place, but is made up of something very gentle, soothing and full of fragrance.
Just like harry.
At this moment, Draco's heart also suddenly had a softening thought: Why do you have to argue with him like this? It's not like you don't know that he cares about you. He cares so much that he comes to sleep with you in the middle of the night, just because he's afraid that you will have the same nightmare as him. What's the use of arguing with him, he doesn't know anything about those little thoughts you have in the middle of the night, does he? He softens when you mention nightmares, so you poke him in the chest like this?
Why do you have to bother him with such unspeakable little thoughts?
When Draco looked back and thought about what he had said just now, he felt that he was extremely childish and that he was completely deliberately distorting the direction of the conversation - just like what he almost let slip in front of the Burrow.
Unknowingly, a strange little person appeared in his mind, instigating him to do some unseemly things, telling everyone who peeked at Harry that this was a hawk owned by a Malfoy. He couldn't help but follow the instructions, and felt damn happy! That's how it should be! That's what he should do!
But if this villain's instigating behavior is to cut a hole in this friendship relationship... Draco realized that he must let this behavior and thoughts go away, or at least stop the behavior.
"...I'm sorry," he said the word with difficulty and urgency, "I really was just...drowsy, you know, I won't bite you again."
Harry pursed his lips in a rare move and winked.
"I'm just... just a little... jealous," Draco said with difficulty. He quietly squeezed Harry's hand, ignoring that Andromeda was right next to him. In fact, it was harder for him to admit this to himself than anything else, "I hate her and you. Closer than you and me. We are best friends, right?"
But this is not enough. Best friends are not enough. There was a voice in his heart saying.
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A little higher than a best friend, but a little worse. Harry thought to himself at the same time. This was a strange thought. It suddenly jumped out and told him that something was wrong, but he didn't know what was wrong. Harry has never had a close friend before, and Draco is the first and only one. Just like, Peter is very good, he is his brother, his good partner, and his family, but the name "best friend" can only be given to him. Draco's head, he is special.
But...how to put it? When Draco held his hand and almost confessed to him that the terrible experience last night came from the jealousy of a close friend, he felt angry, funny and ridiculous - to be honest, he felt different from a person less than ten years old. Year-old girls, really - but I also thought, 'Ah, there seems to be something wrong with this'.
Harry was thinking a little dazedly, and he even wanted to bite his nails...
But Andromeda sighed and shook her head: "Boys," she said, shaking her head again, "Boys. I still remember when Sirius was assigned to Gryffindor and could wear the same pants as James Potter, Regulus almost Asking us three times a day whether he could curse or murder our venerable Mr. James Potter - no malice, but it was true. He always felt that if it hadn't been for Mr. Potter, his brother would have gone into slytherin obediently, and then When he went to school the next year, he had an older brother by his side to look after him.”
But in fact Andromeda understands very well. If she doesn't want to be a snake, she just doesn't want to. If she wants to separate from her family, she just wants to have nothing to do with her son. Thinking about it, Regulus should have understood this back then. Because he became very silent when he entered school a year later.
James Potter's son: "...Um, oh, um, thank you, Uncle Regulus for showing mercy?" Otherwise, if he succeeded, he wouldn't be able to sit here and eat snacks now.
"He hates your father, but that's it. His revenge is all childish and ineffective... Some boys are like that. They don't like their families and their friends are taken away by others. No matter how strong the bond between them is, they can't do it, because they feel that this is not okay, so they are stubborn to the end and think that everything they do is right. If they say they are wrong, they will lose their temper. "Andromeda lovingly helped the boy put away a strand of black hair, thinking that the boy's father had suffered from the hatred of their youngest brother since the second grade. Almost all boys from pure-blood aristocrats had this problem. The nobler and more typical the slytherin is, the more severe it is. It just depends on whether the impact of this problem is good or bad.
A mixture of Malfoy and Black blood, Andromeda dare not say that there is a pure blood more pure than this, but one can imagine how bad the foundation brought by this blood is... It seems to be okay now.
Harry thought thoughtfully: "Just like I don't like Pansy and Draco talking - I'm not trying to compete with the ladies." He noticed that the two ladies looked over together with the obedient and silent Tonks. The ladies were quite happy with this kind of question. Interested and listening with bated breath, his face turned red unconsciously, "I absolutely respect women, or Draco's girlfriend——"
"She's not my girlfriend! I don't have a girlfriend either, you idiot-" Draco was so angry that he said hastily, wanting to grab Harry's shoulders and shake him. Seriously, isn't it similar to what he just did? Harry still has the nerve to talk about him!
At least Draco also found this sentence extremely hateful!
"——Or my future girlfriend. But the most important point," Harry raised a finger and said helplessly, "...she said bad things about me."
"Hahaha!" Tonks burst out laughing, accidentally knocking over a milk jug, and waving her hands, "I'm sorry, I just," she said, "remembered things in school before, which were quite funny. ." When she waved her hands, some of the chains on her body jingled.
"I would be a fool if I respected someone who tried to ruin the relationship between me and my best friend," Harry said firmly, "It doesn't matter whether the other person is a man or a woman, or whether she is my friend's girlfriend..."
Draco couldn't help it anymore, he jumped up and rolled up his sleeves with hatred in his eyes to pinch him:
"Pansy! No! Me! Girlfriend!!! Don't say it!! No, don't think about it!!!"
"Oh, don't be shy, Draco, cough..."
"You're so shy! Are you trying to say such unlucky words again?!"
Do you have to make him nag Harry Damn X□□ier eight hundred times, or have his heart ripped out with a magic spell, so that this bastard can clearly understand that he doesn't like Pansy, and he doesn't have any girls he likes? , girlfriend will not and cannot exist in the near future?
Then the two ladies from the black family looked at the boys and couldn't help but burst into laughter as clear as silver bells - anyway, after many years, the two sisters were finally able to laugh and shrug together about the same thing.
"Don't worry, think about that time when we were..." Andromeda had a daughter who was out of touch, so she looked a little serious due to her old habits, but at this moment she was smiling from ear to ear, and whispered to her sister, "Sirius and Regulus quarreled three times a week, but they still remembered to throw gifts to each other every birthday. James Potter also chased his future wife every day, but a dozen friends were let go on the Quidditch field. They are all still enthusiastic about making suggestions for him, this is the boy."
"I'm not worried at all," the mother, who stepped in to help her son step down and intervened in the boys' quarrel, replied calmly in a low voice, "They are all very good children."
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You can never seriously tell someone that Albus dumbledore is a crazy old man - when you say this seriously, it proves your ignorance and stupidity.
Lucius understood this very well, so before the meeting he took care of himself almost solemnly, with a very low posture, and he had never been so firm in his determination to consider deeply no matter what conditions the other party proposed.
So when Dumbledore sat across from the head of the Malfoy family with a smile on his face, he immediately noticed that the other person was different from the last time.
"You look like you are going all-in, Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore poured a cup of tea for him and pushed it over, "but in fact, the situation is not that bad."
"Maybe not the British wizarding community, because it's in your hands."
Lucius said cautiously, but could not restrain himself from having very reasonable complaints against the few white wizards in the world - James Felton was a dangerous person brought in by this old man, and Lucius, of course, would hate that man. He took his son (who was even an only child at the time) to the most dangerous center in the world, and this old man refused to tell the truth about this man.
"Before we start talking about everything," Lucius leaned forward and clasped his hands on the snake-headed staff. His thin lips tightened and then unclenched. There was a sharp light in his eyes that ordinary people could not look directly into. "Can I tell you? Do you want to ask me something?"
But Dumbledore is certainly no ordinary person. He looked calmly into the eyes of the still angry father and said calmly: "Why don't you just say it? You know, an old man like me, although he doesn't know enough about the world, is still a willing person." Someone who answers students’ questions, no matter how old they are.”
"If you really regard every child as your student," Lucius gritted his teeth tightly, "can you tell me why and when did you pay attention to James Felton? ?”
Long before Felton left all his property to Draco Malfoy, Lucius had been wholeheartedly investigating the man, along with Sirius Black and his old friend Severus Snape.
A wizard said he wanted to accept apprentices, and he chose the two most dazzling boys in the entire grade. The two boys were connected to more than one family, but this man did not let any parent visit him. At least Lucius tried, but failed. and later this man disappeared with Draco, and the smell of conspiracy could be seen without even smelling it.
If the name James Felton hadn't been known to be fake at first sight, Lucius would have asked the best curse master to pierce the liver and intestines of his curse, and kick his soul to hell - Draco's ability to come back safely is really a combination of luck. He had lost his luck, and he was focused on Harry Potter, so he was somewhat protected there... Otherwise, even if Felton left the world full of gold Galleons, he still wouldn't be able to recover that Lucius wouldn't even dare to think about. as a result of.
dumbledore's answer was a magical document.
The old and fragile parchment looked like it was made a hundred and fifty years ago. When Lucius picked it up from the table, he was even a little afraid that it would be brittle... and when he saw the signature under the bottom cover Where was it? Even though he had made many guesses, his expression suddenly became weird.
"He's from the Department of Mysteries?" Lucius said. "He's a... Silent Man?"
Dumbledore's head shook, and Lucius's heart sank even more.
The Department of Mysteries, the Ministry of Magic's top secret organization - that's what it sounds like. Because rather than saying that the Ministry of Magic controls it, it is better to say that it makes the Ministry of Magic submit to it. The wizards who work there are all called silent people, and they study various mysteries of magic. Legend even says that there is a kind of magic that exists from birth, is extremely powerful, but cannot be controlled and used, and the Department of Mysteries mainly Study this magic.
The Dark Lord once coveted its contents, but when he stretched his hand long enough and deep enough, he was destroyed on a baby, and the remaining Death Eaters either stayed safe or went to Azkaban. Who would be so full as to ask about this?
If that man came from the Department of Mysteries... it would be difficult for Lucius to do anything to him. The Division of the Mysterious Affairs is like a rule, like a gray area, and a door to the mystery. You can even say that it is a symbolic existence of the law of magic, because the magic department of various countries exists in mysterious affairs Division, and in the past, some people have claimed to have seen people who have seen the mysterious affairs division, but no one can cure evidence, but those people have declared like this before and after various worldwide events.
It is even more difficult to be a person who wants to be the Division of the Mysterious Affairs -it is said that it needs to be born. You are born with this qualification, you can, you can't.
Now, this document in Lucius is issued by the Division of the Mysterious Affairs Division. It tells every wizard who sees this document, James Felton is an important 'thing'. Don't help him too much, and don't destroy him completely. The date of this document was fifty years ago.
As for what 'things', and the details, even if it is a noble figure like Lucius Malfoy holding this document to ask, the Ministry of Magic can only be said to be unspeakable -even the Minister of Magic knows that there is this. The document exists, and Lucius dares to pack the ticket.
"He is not a silent person, but he appeared from the Division of the Mysterious Affairs. Fifty years ago, Lucius," Dumbledore slowly said. "When I saw him fifty years ago, he was such a man, and twenty years I have seen him twice before and ten years ago. He still has not changed. I know he may not belong to the 'wizard community, and I guess he might be a variety of travelers with mission. Until a year ago he found me, I know that his time is here. "
"Fifty years ago," Lucius seemed to listen to a story, with a weird expression, murmured, "Fifty years ago ... and I couldn't find his bottom detail."
"Of course, I can't teach my students to a person like this ... but he took out this document and concluded a contract with me, vowed not to hurt any student of me. Prove some of his things, which made me eventually accept him as a professor of Hogwarts, "DumbleDore said. He has compassion in his blue eyes, but not too much, "Now, he has completed his task -he will never appear in front of us anymore."
"You say he has proposed various evidence," Lucius said, "So how much do you know?"
"Not much," Dumbledore said slowly, "but enough to impress me ... I sincerely hope that you hate him, lucius, which is an unfair thing for him, what I know, what I know, He has made many measures to ensure the safety of Mr. Malfoy. He did not take him away casually, but in his opinion, some things must be done by Mr. Malfoy himself by himself. "
"A person who makes my son desperately in danger, can't I hate him?" Lucius asked unbelievablely. He said coldly, "He regards my son as a chess piece to achieve his goal, but to achieve his goal, Driving a child to that kind of place is dangerous, and an adult wizard cannot say that he can survive smoothly ... and after the incident is over, he gave him a lot of property as a reward ... It's enough to be hateful. "
Dumbledore shook his head again. In the end, Lucius is an outsider. Of course, DumbleDore can't expect him to be considerate from a father's perspective. But if his hatred continues, DumbleDore is difficult to open his eyes to see this hatred -its origin, where it goes, will only make the child's life more sad.
But, then again, can DumbleDore be guaranteed to be the truth? People never need to say a lot, as long as they swallow some properly and tampered with some, they can get the result of truth.
Therefore, DUMBLEDORE did not stand to persuade Lucius to let go of his hatred -for Felton, they are actually the same person, but the former needs to know more, the latter does not need.
"Before we start a formal conversation, let me give you a suggestion, Mr. Malfoy," Finally, DumbleDore said, "Talk to your son more and see his growth will be a lot of discovery you have discovered you. Good thing. "
