"You're really wronged. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Malfoy looked at Blake silently, and couldn't help but think in his heart.

Years of prison life have made Blake's face grow a lot of traces of time, but the handsome appearance has not changed, but has added a bit of maturity through the vicissitudes of life, and a trace of decadence between the eyebrows and eyes has also become a weapon with great lethality against young girls who are not involved in the world.

"It's really hard for you to be the protagonist of BL for so many years. Malfoy thought as he silently sympathized with himself.

"Nian Xia, imprisoned play, uncle and nephew taboo, if there is a rotten girl next to me now, will she be so excited that she will have a nosebleed?" Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shudder for a moment, as if he had returned to the time when he was not deeply involved in the world and was shattered by some heavenly thunder and three views.

"That's the end of the complaint, it's time to get down to business. He then adjusted his mindset and prepared to get down to business.

"Your trap is much stronger than Azkaban's. Blake suddenly spoke, and said lightly, without the slightest anger after being captured, which was also the first thing he said after turning into a human form.

"Thank you for the compliment. Malfoy smiled.

"I've disowned that family, so you don't need to treat me like an adult. Blake stared at Malfoy with burning eyes.

"But what I need your help with next, you'll have to admit that you're a member of the Black family. Malfoy shook his head slightly.

"I'm not obligated to help you. A cold voice came from the cage.

"Shouldn't a respectable elder lend a helping hand to a junior when they need help?"

"Then this junior must at least be polite first. Blake's voice was even colder.

"Then I can only ask you to forgive me for being an unreasonable junior, after all, I still have to confirm the truth now, and before that, your identity is still a fugitive in my eyes. “

"The truth?" Blake's unshaven face suddenly showed a look of confusion, and only then did he remember that he was an Animagus that only his best friends knew.

"Did the mouse tell you? Or did you say, Lupin?" a flame suddenly rose in Blake's eyes.

"You already have the answer in mind, right?" Malfoy replied casually, tapping his wand on the cage.

"Where's Peter?" Blake's eyes almost burst into flames, and he could still keep calm just now, but after thinking of the name, he couldn't help himself, his hands immediately clenched, and then his whole body tensed, and the emotions of remorse and hatred kept intertwining on that haggard and thin face.

"Help me kill him, even if you want my life, I will give it to you. Blake pounced, his hands tightly gripping the iron rod and shaking, extremely emotional.

"What do I want your life for? Malfoy shook his head, looked at the excited Blake and said, "Even if the Dementors are gone, I still won't want to stay in Azkaban, that's not a normal place for normal people, right?"

Blake wanted to speak, but he didn't find a chance, so he was interrupted by Malfoy's next words, "I want wealth, more wealth, and you should be the only heir left in the Black family, right?" Malfoy gave Blake a tacit look.

"Oh, I see. Blake retreated into the corner of the cage and whispered to himself, sneering, which was very much in line with what he remembered about his relatives in his family.

Keen on wealth and power, if he remembers correctly, the boy's father was also Voldemort's subordinate.

"Actually, my family is not short of money. "It's just that my father is interested in antiques with an ancient history, and it would be nice to have another house." ”

"For example, the home of the Black family's illustrious history and glory, 12 Grimmauld Place. Malfoy said as he bent down and stared at Blake.

"Hahahaha. Blake began to laugh wildly, baring his well-groomed teeth, "You know an outsider better than I do. It's just that there is only deep disdain hidden under that smile.

Family glory?Can you help him kill that traitor? Can Lily and Jaime be brought back to life?

"Pen and paper fly!" A blank piece of parchment and quill flew straight through the air on Malfoy's wooden table, and reached his hand.

Malfoy then threw them both into the air, and the quills began to write on the white paper.

Blake restrained his smile and stared silently at the parchment that was being given handwriting.

"You don't mind writing a deed of assignment, do you? Malfoy politely asked, "In exchange, I'll help you." He added, grabbing one hand into the air, catching the parchment that had been written all over it, and after a casual glance, he handed it over to the cage.

Blake gave Malfoy a deep look, and without hesitation, he wrote his name on it.

He had no choice at this point.

What's more, in his opinion, exchanging something he doesn't care about for a small possibility is a thing that doesn't need to be hesitated.

"Thank you for your generosity. Malfoy bowed and reached out to take the parchment.

"But have you thought about it?" said Malfoy suddenly, his tone changing with a hint of banter.

"I know you didn't have time to think about these things when you escaped from Azkaban. A smile tugged at Malfoy's lips.

"Your immediate family members are probably gone, right? Of course, this may be a bit disrespectful. He said.

Before Blake could nod his head in acknowledgement, Malfoy spoke again, "If that's the case, then I've immediately thought of a better solution." As if inspiration had struck, Malfoy snapped his fingers.

"If I kill you, then in whose hands should all the property of the Black family, excluding the immediate family, go into who's hands? His words were like the murmur of a demon, and he made a shocking fact in an understatement.

"I'm so stupid to go to such lengths to talk to you without such a simple method. Malfoy shook his head in annoyance.

"So, my esteemed elder, are you ready for death now?"

Blake looked at him with a blank expression, not showing the slightest fear of the possibility of death.

"Well, I just wanted to make a little joke. Malfoy shrugged, "Unfortunately, it didn't work out as I had hoped." ”

Blake still didn't say a word, and after he had signed it, it was almost as if he had been under a silent spell, and he didn't make a sound, and no matter what he heard, his mood never fluctuated again.

Even if it was a possible escape from death just now.

"However, I have to say in the end, the taste of power is much stronger than sitting on wealth, when you have the former, the latter will follow, but if there is only the latter, it is only a castle in the air, and it will collapse at any time. ”

"Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Black. Malfoy stretched out his wand, a blinding light from the tip of the wand and struck Blake straight and knocking him unconscious.