Looking at Gadwin Robaz's cold face, Lucius Malfoy opened his mouth and couldn't say anything!

On the one hand, because he had been in Azkaban for too long, his body had already become extremely weak, and on the other hand, the middle-aged man in his forties was almost in tears with excitement.

The first is Gadwin Robaz, who during his time as a Death Eater had already done a detailed investigation of all the high-ranking personnel of the Ministry of Magic...... He had always thought that Robaz was a loyal member of the Ministry of Magic, but he never expected that his real identity was actually a follower of Gellert Grindelwald?

What's more, a spy who broke into the British Ministry of Magic climbed to the position of head of the Auror office, and the cost to Grindelwald's followers must not be low.

Now, Robaz risked himself from Azkaban at the cost of exposing his true identity!

The young man, Christopher Patrick, also fulfilled his promise.

And himself, not even sworn allegiance to Gellert Grindelwald......

They are willing to pay such a big price!

Move...... Such sentiment has not been seen in Mr. Malfoy for many years...... His blood, which had been turned cold by the influence of the Dementors, seemed to boil in an instant! It even gave him the urge to die generously for his new master!

The two of them cautiously came all the way to a beach by the sea.

There is a dilapidated canoe here.

Gardwin Robaz places Lucius Malfoy on the wooden boat while throwing him a black-and-gray wand.

"I don't know ......who a condemned prisoner from Azkaban left behind," Gardwin Robaz whispered, "Remember to destroy this wand when you go back, so as not to leave evidence...... Also, don't talk about me to anyone!"

Lucius nodded hurriedly.

After leaving these words, Gadvin Robaz left without looking back.

And just like that, I got on this battered canoe.

Mr. Lucius-Malfoy spent hours adrift in the North Sea......

At this moment, it was completely dark.

Having moved away from Azkaban completely, Mr. Malfoy's body was back enough to pick up his wand......

He chose Apparition!

With a whirlwind of heaven, he disappeared into the ocean.

......

Mr. Lucius-Malfoy appeared on a narrow moonlit path with a thick, low thorn on the left and a tall, neatly manicured hedge on the right.

Directly in front of the path is an ornate iron gate with a knocker that looks like the head of a Welsh green dragon.

And what is guarded by the iron gate is a large manor.

The mistress of the manor was alone, sitting in the dark living room.

The living room is spacious, with a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling and more portraits on the dark purple walls......

By all indications, the owner of this estate was quite wealthy.

But as Christmas is approaching, the whole manor is not dressed up in any way, and it is still lifeless.

In addition to this, many scenes around the manor have become a mess...... Since the arrest of the man, Arthur Weasley, the head of the Department for the Prohibition of the Misuse of Muggle Supplies at the Ministry of Magic, has raided and searched the house several times...... Most of the miserable images in the manor are left behind.

"Draco......" Narcissa Malfoy exclaimed softly, "it's time to eat!"

"Trouble wait a little longer, Mom!" replied Draco Malfoy, who was sitting on the front steps of the living room, in a low voice.

Only half a year had passed since he left the house, and poor Draco Malfoy's entire face had thinned and turned even paler.

He looked up at the yew hedge beside him, his brow furrowed, as if he was thinking about something.

Even a white peacock with its head held high walked behind him, and he didn't even notice it.

Suddenly, though, Draco Malfoy's face changed suddenly.

He seemed to hear it...... At the location of the gate, a strange sound was heard.

It's strange that in the last six months, the manor has hardly welcomed any visitors...... Is it Aunt Bella? or someone else?, Draco Malfoy pondered.

He strode in the direction of the building, until he could see the figure in the doorway—

"Daddy......" Draco said with a shudder.

......

A few minutes later, in the dining room of Malfoy Manor.

Lucius munched on his sandwich and drank pumpkin juice...... This is not easy! You must know that half a year ago, he had always been dismissive of such "inferior" food and drink.

Narcissa and Draco sat in front of him, both looking very excited and happy......

For the first time, this frosty Christmas at Malfoy Manor has a little more Christmas flavor.

When Lucius had almost finished eating, Narcissa tentatively spoke, "My dear, did the Dark Lord send someone to rescue you?"

Lucius stopped his movements, put down the food in his hand, and shook his head slightly.

"And how are you ......," Narcissa said, looking stunned.

"It's a young man and he says his name is 'Christopher Patrick'. Lucius said calmly.

"Christophe?" it was the young Draco's turn to look stunned.

He added...... He's your friend, Draco!" Lucius added, looking at his son.

"Yes...... Christopher...... Christopher...... He's my friend......" Draco stammered, "I didn't expect it...... It was him...... He saved you......"

Lucius nodded solemnly, and then said with a serious face:

"Narcissa, Draco...... In any case, you can't tell anyone the news of my return...... Even your sister, Narcissa!"

"Isn't Bella okay......" Narcissa Malfoy took a deep breath and nodded.

"Dad, do you mean...... You've ......" Draco also looked scared.

"That's right!" Lucius glanced at his son meaningfully, and shook his head slightly at him, "I have to leave...... It won't be long before the news of my escape from Azkaban gets out...... The search team of the Ministry of Magic will definitely find the ...... here."

“...... So what should I do, Dad?" Draco said with a flustered look on his face, "You know, my command ......"

However, his flustered face gradually regained his composure, and he whispered to himself:

"Wait...... If it's Christophe...... I think...... I know what to do......"