"Dobby -" A sharp voice came from the door knocker, startling Dobby. He finally stopped thinking about the connection between the owl and himself. He snapped his fingers in a panic and disappeared with a bang.
The sharp voice reminded him all the time, 'Dobby, you can never be a free owl. You will always be a house elf without freedom.'
The wind caused by D.U.O.B.I's disappearance became the last straw that overwhelmed a crumbling leaflet. The crumpled leaflet fell from behind the road sign and fell pitifully to the grass aside.
It was a flyer for the 'Horror Tour' Hostel, which looked old - 'Welcome to the first stop of the Dark Tour, the Malfoy Manor with a long history!'
It seems that a Malfoy signed an agreement with the hostel a long time ago to let 'Malfoy Manor' join the 'Dark Tour Package', hoping to make a fortune by renting out the garden.
By the way, this package also includes the fascinating Azkaban, the retirement sanctuary of Numengard, and the famous Vampire's Castle in Transylvania.
Obviously, not many tourists would choose this strange 'Dark Tour Package', so Malfoy, who was hoping to make a fortune, was ultimately deterred by his family's reputation (mainly his father's bellow, "What are those monsters dancing in my garden?").
Are they the new white peacocks? '),
Reluctantly let the Malfoy Manor withdraw from the tour package.
No one was disappointed except the Malfoy himself.
After passing through the wrought iron gates and walking along the driveway with well-tended yew hedges on both sides, one would soon be able to see the luxurious Malfoy Mansion. This mansion has a history of several hundred years and has accumulated countless riches … At the same time, the evil and darkness it represents are just like the riches it has accumulated, innumerable … '
'… During the reign of a certain Malfoy in the 14th century, hundreds of Muggle tenants living in the manor were not spared. Their bodies were burned in the garden. The Malfoy mourned in tears for those Muggles-All the Muggle tenants had the Black Death. Oh, how pitiful, Muggles-But who knows?'
'Black magic needs internal organs?
Oh, I don't know, it's disgusting. The Malfoys never play black magic, huh?
Torture devices in the basement?
Can't we add a little spice to our lives? Since when did the Wizard Council have to worry about our private lives?
There was a large sum of money in the treasury?
Heh, even this is surprising?
Was the Wizard Council facing some difficulties recently?
We will not be stingy with our help. After all, we are the generous Malfoys … '
The Wizard Council did not punish Malfoy for killing Muggles. They even apologized for disturbing the private lives of ordinary wizards.
Today, the garden of the Malfoy Manor no longer looked the same as before. The white peacock paced on the green grass, occasionally showing off its beautiful and noble white feathers to the Malfoys who lived here.
Speaking of which, the Malfoys had put in a lot of effort to protect the White Peacock. They should be given a 'White Peacock Medal', but they definitely wouldn't care about a Muggle Medal.
Dobby appeared on a luxurious carpet. His bare feet shrunk a little, and the sudden warmth and comfort made him tremble a little. The marble fireplace next to him was burning, and the air was filled with the smell of milk, bread, and Lady Narcissa's recent favorite avocado.
Dobby took a few more steps, trying to feel the warm carpet under his feet more. He came to the long table in the middle of the dining room, decorated with snake patterns, and the legs of the table had valuable silver stripes.
The blond boy, the beautiful woman, and the man with the prophet's daily-the three wizards sat at the table, a little quiet.
"Your letter, master, intact, fresh letter," Dobby handed the letter with both hands to the woman sitting on the side near the fireplace.
"Put it on the table," the beautiful woman did not look at Dobby. Her language was simple and stiff, like her long black and pale blond-no one dared to ask if she had found a drunk barber Tony, because her expression was always cold in the face of useless things, and she could have a different temperament with her ridiculous hair color.
Dobby obediently put the letter on the table and then stood quietly. He lowered his sense of existence and quietly warmed himself with the fire of the fireplace.
The blond boy with the fork glanced at Dobby and frowned, but did not say anything.
He coughed and raised his eyebrows at Dobby. While the woman picked up the letter, the man looked at the newspaper and did not seem to notice him. The boy threw a delicate bun on the plate on the ground, which rolled to Dobby's feet.
Dobby bent down and picked it up.
"Draco," the man with the newspaper did not put it down. His voice came from behind the newspaper. Draco was surprised and almost dropped his fork.
He looked at the Prophet Daily on the cover, which said 'Azkaban strengthens supervision.' "Yes, Father?" Draco put the fork on the table stiffly.
"Don't throw food you don't like on the ground," Lucius paused for a second. "Eat it even if you don't like it. Don't let anyone find out your weakness. Otherwise, you will be like the minister candidate in today's Prophet Daily, Connelly Fudge, without dignity and compromise for everything."
Draco tried to sit upright and nodded skillfully. "Yes, Father," he stole a glance at his mother, Narcissa, who was opening the letter. Not surprisingly, Narcissa's eyebrows wrinkled.
"If the child doesn't like to eat it, then don't eat it," Narcissa's professional protective mode was turned on and she slapped the unopened letter on the table. "What's a weakness if you don't like to eat bread?
You used to want to vomit when you saw snakes, and you never ate things like noodles. That's a weakness. Why don't we talk about that? "
Narcissa stared at the newspaper, stretched out her slender hand, and rudely pulled the man's newspaper down. She was unreasonable. "Little Dragon can throw the bread wherever he wants to!
He is the child of a Malfoy and a Blake. He has the right to do anything! "
Good job, Mother!
Draco lowered his head and looked wronged. In fact, he was secretly laughing. His father was always too strict. He liked to see his father defeated.
"Cissy!"
Lucius put down the newspaper completely because it had been destroyed by Narcissa. He looked at his wife helplessly and began to think seriously. What's wrong? Why is she so angry in the morning?
Lucius began to review everything that had happened since he got up, trying to find where he had made a mistake.
He got out of bed, took a shower, got dressed, checked to see if Draco had gotten up, then went to the study to check the documents sent by the Ministry of Magic, counted the gold coins in the small box … and then had breakfast. What did he do wrong?
Lucius saw the right corner of Narcissa's mouth curl down by two millimeters. He narrowed his eyes. Oh, the last time she made such an expression was because he didn't hold her hand at the party. The time before that was because he forgot to kiss her before going to work at the Ministry of Magic. The time before that was because he forgot to arrange a family picnic day for her …
Lucius felt that he understood. He smiled and kissed Narcissa on the cheek, ignoring her anger. "Good morning kiss, make up for it."
Draco's brows were furrowed so tightly that they could kill ten flies.
Although it was a bit mushy, Lucius's method was very effective. Narcissa stopped being angry because she had to suppress her blushing face. 'I'm angry!'
She told herself, but it didn't have much effect.
"I'm full!"
Draco left the dining room angrily. Dobby snapped his fingers with the bread. When the owner didn't ask for it, it got a short period of freedom.
"It's not because of that!"
Narcissa pushed Lucius away and looked at his shocked expression that said, 'Impossible, it's definitely because of that. I can't have guessed wrong.' She sighed. "It's the Ministry of Magic. They sent a letter saying that they might arrange a search of Malfoy Manor in the near future because my aunt's son, Siris Black —"
"Alas, two months later, they finally admitted that Siris had escaped from prison. If I were him, I would have fled to the other side of the ocean!"
Lucius frowned. "I didn't know about the search." What did the Minister of Magic, Ms. Millissen Bagno, want to do?
First, she wanted to strengthen the defense of Azkaban, and then she started a search for Sirius. Did she want to catch this notorious fugitive before she retired so that her political career would not have a stain, or would it be another stroke?
"What should we do?"
Narcissa was a little anxious. She rubbed her temples. "There are a lot of shameful things in Malfoy Manor. Muggle luxury cars, a bunch of black magic items … the gemstones that were stolen from the Muggle museum a few months ago. Alas, I shouldn't have accepted the thief's things …" She paused for a moment and suddenly widened her eyes. She trembled as she held Lucius's hand. "And … and that person left behind … that … black …"
"Shh." Lucius calmly stopped Narcissa from continuing.
"We will be taken to Azkaban …" Narcissa whispered to Lucius, not wanting anyone who might be there to hear this.
Lucius held Narcissa's hand. "Cissy, look on the bright side. Maybe Ms. Millissen Bagno just wants to put on a show to show the Ministry of Magic's enthusiasm in arresting criminals. Anyway, she will retire soon, maybe before the search of our house."
"If … she doesn't …"
Lucius smiled. "She will retire before the search of our house. If not, we will help her retire early. If that doesn't work, there are other ways —"
"Nothing can stop the Malfoy family from getting through this."