I have to say that Phantom Shifting is a very wonderful experience, that feeling is like squeezing through a very narrow rubber pipe all over the body, squeezing his body with strong force in all directions, originally Malfoy's choice was Floo Powder or a car, but the experience of these two is not necessarily much stronger than Phantom Shifting, the former will make himself disgraced, his throat and nose are full of soot, and the latter will consume a lot of time, and he may have to bump in the face of a driver with poor skills. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It just so happened that Malfoy needed to practice the spell again, so he chose to phantasmaginate.

This was also the maximum distance Malfoy could move with Phantom Shifter, and he had already tried it many times on his own for short-range Phantom Shifters, so it was a good idea to take the opportunity to improve his proficiency.

As for the heald, one mistake was enough, it was not Malfoy's habit to fall in the same place, and since that wand confiscation, he had solved the heald's problem.

Taking a few breaths as hard as he could, calming his beating heart and his dizzy brain, Malfoy looked around, and he was standing in a small square, in the middle of which was a messy and barren meadow, and most of the houses that sat next to it had their curtains tightened to avoid prying eyes.

It's the time when the sun is shining, and the dazzling sunlight passes through the thin clouds, gilding the old buildings in the vicinity with a faint layer of gold.

Walking along the wide, deserted streets, Malfoy surveyed the surrounding houses, most of which were dilapidated and poorly repaired, and almost all of them were filled with rubbish at their doors, many of which were carved with odd graffiti in front of them.

"It's really desolate. Malfoy looked at the scenery and sighed, "Where's Dobby? Didn't you tell him to wait here?" Malfoy's brow furrowed, and as he continued to walk forward, he continued to scan the street with his gaze.

An open light pink parasol suddenly burst into his eyes, and the person under the umbrella was looking at him condescendingly, it was the girl Malfoy knew all too well, and the two looked at each other, and the girl changed to a grinning expression.

Today, Pansy is wearing a light white pleated dress, wearing a light pink dome linen visor hat on her head, embroidered with a delicate handmade flower, and a female wizard robe that she usually wears when she is in school.

Malfoy looked at the girl who was almost dressed up, and almost immediately guessed that it was Narcissa who had done it, and suddenly understood why she had to force herself to stay at home for another day, just to "ventilate the news".

Narcissa was particularly interested in matchmaking, and she didn't know how many times she had knocked on the issue in just a few days after her vacation.

"Oh, looks like I'm on the wrong track. Malfoy pretended not to see her, then glanced perfunctorily at the house in front of him, muttered to himself, just loud enough for Pansy to hear, and then turned and walked in the opposite direction.

"Draco, where are you going!" Pansy panicked when she saw Malfoy turn around and leave, and she immediately tried to follow, forgetting that she was now standing at the top of the stone steps, and with one foot in the air, her body lost control of her balance, and she was about to fall.

"Ahh

Just when Pansy thought she was going to fall down the stairs, a gentle force suddenly held her up, reassuring her, her feet slowly touching the ground, and then standing firm

"I knew you wouldn't pretend you didn't see it, Draco. By this moment Pansy had returned to the flat ground, looking innocently at Malfoy with a cold expression.

"I'm not here for a vacation, Pansy. Malfoy also knew that he must not be able to pretend to be stupid now, so he could only say to Pansy in a serious tone as much as possible, hoping that she would be able to retreat, but even Malfoy himself understood that this was impossible.

This girl sometimes always shows stubbornness that is not in line with this age.

Sure enough, Pansy's eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist, and she looked at Malfoy with pitiful eyes and said, "I'm running away from home this time, and you're going to take me in, right?"

Tears are always a big killer for women, but for Malfoy he is already immune, and he has enough experience to tell when it's fake and when it's real.

"Really?" said Malfoy looked at Pansy with suspicion, and then suddenly heard the flapping of wings behind him, and an owl flew straight at the two of them.

"I think all the owls in your house are of this breed. Malfoy glanced at the owl, then at Pansy, and then said.

It was a short-eared owl, small in stature, not suitable for transporting bulky items, and sure enough, with only a letter tied to its talons, Malfoy took the letter from its talons, and with a stretch of his hand, released the owl back into the sky.

"Don't look!" Pansy hurriedly reached out to snatch the letter, but Malfoy held it high in the air, then opened it and read it with his head up, her height disadvantage making it difficult for her to achieve this goal.

"Are you sure you're running away from home?" Malfoy glanced at the contents of the letter, which made him laugh and cry.

"Reluctantly, how could you agree if you didn't say anything miserable?" Pansy lowered her head and looked at the stone ground beneath her feet, repeatedly lifting her toes and relaxing, making mechanical repetitive movements.

Malfoy didn't know what to say now, he had expected it to be a letter from Pansy's father, urging her to hurry back, but it turned out to be only half right, and the identity was right, but the letter was to the effect that Malfoy was asking to take good care of Pansy.

"Your dad is so reassuring of me. Malfoy looked at Pansy, and his heart was broken, and he thought that if he were a father, he would never let this happen.

Before Malfoy could continue to think about it, he felt his heel hit hard, and he turned his head to see that there was no one behind him, until he looked down and saw Dobby behind him, trembling and holding an envelope in his hand.

"Dobby is late!Please forgive Master Malfoy!", Dobby said nervously, his ugly brown face, his surprisingly large brown eyes showing fear, and his tomato-like nose shrunken.

But Dobby tried his best to restrain his emotions, and then held out his still trembling hand, "This is the letter that Madame wants me to give you. ”

Pansy immediately lifted her head up as if she had seen a savior, looking forward to Malfoy's next performance.

"Whew!", Malfoy didn't even have the patience to open the letter, and ignited it directly, and the whole letter burned into a fireball, and then quickly burned out, and a breeze happened to blow the ashes away.

Pansy's face turned pale again, and the help she had hoped for was dismissed.

Before she could speak, Dobby began to scream: "Master Malfoy burned Madame's letter, Master Malfoy burned Madame's letter, Dobby is sorry for Madame's request, Dobby is sorry for Madame's request, Dobby is sorry for Madame's request, Dobby is going to punish himself!" and slammed headlong into the steps.

"I command you to stop your self-harming behavior immediately, Dobby. Malfoy said casually, and Pansy saw Dobby stop his charge.

But Dobby was wrong. Dobby immediately turned around and looked at Malfoy with those big eyes and teary eyes.

"Burned only because I completely guessed what my mom wrote on the letter, and it has nothing to do with you. Malfoy is also very helpless against this creature that can harm itself at every turn, this is a little bit of a free spirit chase, there are some other pursuits, if it is something else, let alone think about what will happen later.

"As for you. Malfoy's gaze stopped on Pansy, the difference in momentum between the two was like that of a judge and a prisoner, and Pansy was the one waiting to be released.

Looking at Pansy's pitiful appearance, even though he knew that ninety percent of it was pretended, Malfoy still couldn't give up.

I had to sigh and say, "You won." ”

Sure enough, as soon as she heard that Malfoy still accommodated herself, Pansy's sad expression immediately disappeared, revealing a happy look, and a big smile bloomed on her little face.

"But. Malfoy continued: "You can't touch things after you go in......" Now that he has accepted this reality, Malfoy can only start to talk to Pansy about what she should pay attention to, looking at Pansy's happy smile, Malfoy also felt a slight fluctuation in his heart at the same time: "Maybe this is not bad." Malfoy said to himself.

Then the two of them climbed the stone steps again, step by step.

"What's in your luggage?" Malfoy asked, feeling that the black box was very heavy, and asked with some curiosity.

"Eat and use. Pansy replied as a matter of course.

As they spoke, they reached the top of the stairs to 12 Grimmauld Place, a room with a tattered door in front of it, the black paint on which might have peeled off with time, and was covered with scratches on the left and right. The silver knocker is in the shape of a large coiled serpent. There is no keyhole in the door, and there is no mailbox.

The current Black family's ancestral home was not under a protective spell, so it had not been hidden, and the spells were only for Muggles.

Malfoy drew his wand, knocked on the door with a dull sound, and was about to use his magic to force it open, when he heard a loud sound of metal parts colliding and a chain-like clang, and the door opened.

Then Pansy and Malfoy saw a house-elf standing in front of them by the light outside the door, and even though Dobby looked ugly enough, Pansy felt that the house-elf in front of him was a hundred times uglier than Dobby.

Except for a dirty rag around his waist, the house-elf was almost naked, his head was bare, his two large bat-like ears grew a large pile of white hair, his eyes were bloodshot, gray, and his fleshy nose was large.

He looked very old.

"For the first time, I thought Dobby was very handsome. Pansy whispered to Malfoy.

Before Malfoy could return to Pansy, Dobby rolled on the ground in excitement and said, "Dobby is complimented!

Malfoy didn't have time to care about Dobby, he now looked at the house-elf in front of him, and there was no doubt that the elf that would appear in Black's ancestral house would only be Kreacher.

"Sure enough, there were guests. Kreacher bent over and spoke in his hoarse, low, bullfrog-like voice, his bloodshot eyes staring straight at the two men in front of him.

"All noble purebloods. Kreacher's spirits perked, his eyes filled with a look of frenzy, and he muttered to himself. "Honorable guest, may I ask your name?" Kreacher seemed to think of something, straightened his back, and bowed to the two of them, making a standard aristocratic etiquette.

"My last master is gone, and the last heir of the Black family is gone, so please put up with being entertained by a lowly house-elf, and allow me to introduce myself, and you may call me Kreacher. Kreacher continued with a melancholy expression.

"My name is Draco Malfoy, and my mother is also part of the Black family, so I'm not technically a guest. Malfoy crouched down, trying to talk to Kreacher at the same level, looking at the house-elf in front of him.

"Are you Miss Sicy's son?" asked Kreacher tentatively. The already huge eyes swelled again, as if they would bulge out at any moment.

"Yes. Malfoy nodded, house-elves are quite sensitive to this aspect, and they naturally have a set of means of distinguishing the so-called bloodline, which may also be an instinct engraved in their blood.

"She's the only member of the Black family who still has a respectful reputation!" Kreacher said excitedly, "That's the real aristocracy, it's a pity, if she were to inherit the Black family, then the past glory of the Black family will definitely regain its due glory under her leadership!

"Young Master Black is a nasty, ungrateful, lewd billet who broke his mother's heart—" Crreacher continued to talk to himself nervously, remembering his former master, and Pansy looked at him as if he were a madman. A few steps back with some cringe.