Excited, Kreacher happily agreed to the White Wizard's secret order, and after more than half an hour, Narcissa Black Malfoy appeared in the Black ancestral house with the house-elf. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Narcissa looked at Dumbledore in surprise and asked suspiciously, "Respected Wizengamot Advisor Wizard, I heard Kreacher say that you need me to come to you secretly?"

"Yes, Narcissa, I do have something very important and need your help. Before I say my purpose, I want you to assure you that whatever your decision is later on, you will not reveal to anyone, in any form, what you see today. The White Wizard said to Narcissa with a serious face.

"Well, that doesn't seem appropriate. Sensing the danger, Narcissa leaned slightly so that she was not facing the White Wizard.

"I remember when you were kids, you know, and I just decided how to handle it, Narcissa, trust me. Dumbledore suddenly looked much older, and the White Wizard did not have a false expression on his face like Narcissa, but was tired and sad.

"You say, we?" Narcissa seemed to sense something, "I heard, something seems to have happened to Azkaban lately?"

"I ask your oath again, Narcissa. Dumbledore said with a blank face.

Harrie er Black walked out of the living room, standing beside Dumbledore, looking curiously at her aunt.

Narcissa couldn't help but tremble as she looked at her black jade-like hair, her perfect face that seemed familiar, and her eyes full of smart and brave eyes.

"I promise you, White Wizard, who is she?" asked Narcissa in a trembling voice, even though the magical power of the bloodline had made her almost sure of the identity of the person in front of her.

"My name is Hallie Black, you can call me Hallie, are you my aunt?" said Hallie with a smile to Narcissa.

"Are you really Bella's daughter?!I, I thought you were killed!Oh my God, boy, I'm so glad to meet you!" Narcissa seemed to want to hug Harley Black, but her arrogant and self-contained personality made her take a few steps forward, but Harley Black bravely hugged her aunt.

The two hugged quietly for a while, and then Narcissa wiped her tears and asked, "Where's your mother?"

When she saw Bella and Sirius, lying on the couch, tortured and unshaped, Narcissa burst into tears again. Dumbledore sighed clearly.

"Narcissa, I don't have much time, I need to talk to you alone. Dumbledore said.

Instead of waking up her siblings, Narcissa instructed Kreacher to take them to their childhood room, and told Kreacher to cook Harley Black something to eat, before arriving with Dumbledore in the study.

"White Wizard, on behalf of the Black family, I thank you for all you have done for the Pure Family!" Narcissa bowed slightly, and Dumbledore bowed.

"No thanks, Narcissa, I have also been helped by the Black family. And the rescue of their sister and brother this time was not out of any righteousness. Similarly, in order to ensure that Bella does not do evil again, and also to protect her, I modified Bella's memory and sealed some of her abilities, I hope you can understand. Dumbledore said calmly.

"You, Dumbledore, what are you talking about, what did you do to Bella?" Narcissa took a step back, looking palely at Dumbledore, the benefactor of the Black family.

"Narcissa, I had to revise her memories and make her forget most of what happened as an adult, while keeping her intellect stuck in childhood. Dumbledore's words struck Narcissa like a powerful spell, and Narcissa collapsed on the couch in her study.

"You made Bella a child?you, how could you do that!" Narcissa said in a low voice of pain.

"You and I both know that Bella is no longer fit to appear in the wizarding world, and doing so is already the best outcome. In my heart, I always remember the way your sisters just entered school, Bella's shyness, your pride. Potential, pure and arrogant, I thought you would survive your life safely, but..."Dumbledore was not aggressive, but said softly to Narcissa with indescribable emotion in his tone.

"Don't say it!White Wizard, the Black family will not forget the harm you and the Dark Lord did to the Black family!" Narcissa suddenly stood up from the couch and looked directly at Dumbledore, at this time she was no longer a married woman, but a representative of the Black family, a representative witch of the ancient and powerful Black family.

Dumbledore didn't seem to feel the slightest hatred from Narcissa, but continued to speak calmly: "Now I need you to assure me, in the context of an unbreakable oath, that she will be under house arrest until her death. ”

"Hmph, White Wizard, remember what you did to Bella today, noble Black family members are not fools, I will take care of my brother and sister. Narcissa said coldly to Dumbledore, and then she thought for a moment and said, "What about him? What are you going to do with Sirius? and make him an idiot like you did to Bella?"

"No, there seems to be something about Sirius that I don't know, and I'm ready to reopen the investigation and give Sirius justice. ”

"When you bring them out of Azkaban, there's no going to be any justice for Sirius. If you had intervened to stop it, Sirius would have been caught in Azkaban without trial. He used to be so good with Potter that if you knew a little bit about him, you would be sure that he would rather die than betray the Potters. And you, the so-called secret keeper of the Order of the Phoenix, actually reacted to the nonsense that Sirius killed the Potters, hmph, don't you think it's too late to tell me what to do to him justice?! Narcissa sneered at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore looked away slightly, looking at the portrait of Phineas Nigelus Black in the study, the former headmaster of Hogwarts was also looking at Dumbledore with great anger at this time, as if Dumbledore was the murderer of the decline of the Black family.

"Narcissa, although the Lucius family is also an old magical family, Lucius's short-sightedness makes him unable to see the great changes that the wizarding world is about to usher in. Sirius still has a chance. Dumbledore said calmly.

"What do you mean?" asked Narcissa coldly.

"The wizarding world is about to make a huge wave, and I can already feel the tension of the black clouds pressing down on the city. Many old things will be brought up again, and old things hidden in the shadows will be turned up. At that time, it was Sirius' chance to see the light of day again. ”

"So, you admit that your negligence caused Sirius's injustice?" Narcissa asked, unrelentingly.

Dumbledore didn't answer, but put away the elderberry staff, and quietly looked at the portrait of Phineas, who was also looking at him, but then the portrait did not have that angry expression, but turned into a gloating sneer.

In the old Malfoy Manor, the humid air made the greenery in the garden look very lush, and two beautiful male peacocks were slowly and proudly pacing in the yard. Inside the castle, in Lucius's study, Lucius Malfoy was sitting behind a large and bright desk, with a wand entwined in silver thread resting on the table, and a silver-haired Lucius was writing a letter with a quill.

As the contemporary head of the ancient Malfoy family, Lucius felt a great sense of responsibility, and like all Slytherins, he was ambitious, but unlike many Slytherins, he was a viper of snakes, a one-hit kill, and knew how to hide himself.

It was for this reason that Lucius escaped charges against his Death Eaters. Of course, the Malfoy family lost a large amount of gold coins as a result, which greatly reduced the Malfoy family's wealth. That's why Malfoy compromised with the emerging family, no one wanted to go against gold, whether you were a Muggle or a wizard.

The Malfoys needed a plan for the development of Hogmoth's village, needed to extract more gold from the Muggle world, and needed access to Lee to negotiate with the Muggle higher-ups. Malfoy knows how to be patient, and he is waiting, waiting for the best time.

With the gaslamp burning silently, the reading table adorned with the silver serpent glittering, and the emerald serpent's eyes glowing a cold green light, Lucius read the letter intently, convinced that he had reaffirmed the Malfoys' position without being overly aggressive.

"Perhaps it should be replaced by 'you' instead of 'Your Excellency'. Malfoy said to himself.

"Knock knock. A low knock on the door suddenly sounded, and Lucius looked at the door of the study with some surprise, there should be no one to disturb him at this time, he had already told the elf, and no one could disturb him without his orders.

"Boom... There was another knock on the door, Lucius got up from behind his desk and walked to the door of the study, he didn't take his wand, the wand decorated with the head of a platinum snake lay quietly on the desk, and the emerald snake eyes also glowed with a strange green light.

Lucius opened the door of the study vigorously, and just as he was about to reprimand him, a green light shot in front of him. The green light instantly hit the target, Lucius saw only a black shadow, and then he fell into deep darkness.

"Sparkle, did you give him those Muggle vitamins today?" Barty Crouch asked quietly, sitting on the soft sofa in the living room, looking at little Crouch, who was sitting across from him, playing like a toddler.

"After eating the master, the young master seems to be very happy today, he has been playing in the living room for more than an hour, and he has a lot less time to sleep, and he doesn't seem to have nightmares today. Sparkle happily accompanied little Crouch and happily accompanied her little master, who was dozens of years old.

"Well, that's good, I think maybe you're right, let him go out for a walk, maybe—" Crouch frowned, a wave of exhaustion swept through his body. Barty looked tired and old.

Fudge's words made Crouch dare not speak, and that damn Umbridge, a good lackey, dared to show his face now. Amelia Bones, who had a good relationship with her, seems to no longer support her this time, is her political career really coming to an end?

A deep sense of powerlessness eroded Crouch's ambitions.

Maybe what should I do when I should leave a blood line for the Crouch family? Madame may really hope that he can live well? You can't just let the Crouch family break off the inheritance. Mr. Barty Crouch, who has always been meticulous, couldn't help but sit down on the somewhat old sofa in a decadent and unfigured manner.

(To be continued.) )