Narcissa looked up at him, a look of despair on her face. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Yes, our family is desperate right now. ”

She closed her eyes, and two large tears oozed from under her eyelids.

"Phoenix," said Narcissa, tears streaming down her eyelids and down her pale cheeks, "my son—my only son—let us go as we are, and Lucius and I will do whatever we want for you, and we will join the fight—and property, all our inheritance, will be given to you." ”

Narcissa cried bitterly, opening her eyes and staring at Phoenix beggingly.

"Please, get up. Phoenix struggled to pull Narcissa up, "I'm helping you only because Draco might be my last Slytherin friend. Kill all the Death Eaters," he said, his eyes a little sad, "that means a lot of people in Slytherin will be put to death, especially my class." I won't tell you that those who have not yet joined the Death Eaters because of their young age, as long as their parents are staunch Death Eaters, we will not let them go, but we will use some 'illegal means', and the rest of them will grow up and want to seek revenge on me. ”

"That's one of the cruel things about the wizarding world, isn't it?" Phoenix asked softly, "We are always family-oriented, and when we are in trouble, we are often wiped out. You should be well aware of how many wizarding families perished in the war between the Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix. I still know Draco, he still has the possibility of conversion, I gave him, and gave your family a chance to live. But there is a price to be paid for everything. You can't kill someone and get away with it easily. ”

"He's only sixteen years old, and he doesn't know what's waiting for him!Why, Phoenix??Why my son? It's too dangerous! He doesn't understand what war is!" she grabbed the front of his robe, and brought her face close to his, tears rolling down his chest. "He's so young, he doesn't understand - he doesn't know the cruelty of war," she gasped. ”

Phoenix could see his face reflected in her eyes. The longer his face grows, the more family characteristics he gets, with sword eyebrows and tiger eyes, and the beauty of his childhood is gone. It's just that the beard is too thick, and he doesn't like it. It was too messy, and Hermione nagged him to tidy it up, but the beard grew too fast, and he had to spend time on it when he got up every day. For that time, he would rather sleep more.

While soothing Narcissa, she was thinking wildly in her head. She was crying so hard that Phoenix told her to calm down first.

Narcissa's sobs died down before he spoke again.

"The decisive battle is at the end of the year, he'll be seventeen in June, he's an adult, and he should decide his future—oh, yes," Phoenix pulled out a small gift box from his pocket, "I'll probably be busy then, give him a birthday present, you can help me give it to him." ”

Eden was thousands of miles away, but he knew what was happening in front of Phoenix's eyes, and he couldn't help but say, 'How can you give a gift so long in advance?' ’

'You know, this is called courtesy and affection, as long as the heart is there. The heart-to-heart communication between them and one pet, Narcissa naturally did not know.

Phoenix grabbed her wrist and pulled away her grip on his robe. He looked down at her tear-stained face and said slowly, "When Draco comes with me, I'll try to protect him." ”

With that, he raised his hand and glanced at his watch.

"I have to go, I wish you well. He let go of Narcissa, and before Narcissa could speak, the apparition shifted.

A figure at the end of the alley also disappeared immediately, leaving only a golden light and shadow.

Back in the tent, Phoenix breathed a sigh of relief. Now that all the preparations were complete, the Dementors were easily convinced, and the smooth progress was completely unexpected.

When they saw the Resurrection Stone, they immediately turned against them, but not all, but only partially. Maybe they played the attention of betting on both sides at the same time, which for Phoenix didn't matter, but instead solved a problem for him. After the Dementor War, they had to return to Azkaban to continue working as a jailer, and there was no need for so many Dementors.

The remaining group of Dementors who were still loyal to Voldemort had just a good reason to be executed.

Before the decisive battle, he has one last job.

That was the role that Harry understood, the selfless sacrifice required to win the war. This was something that Phoenix had already thought about, and was going to borrow the words of the dead Professor Dumbledore to tell him.

Dumbledore was even more trusted by Harry. As long as the scene of Phoenix's conversation with Dumbledore was slightly modified, that is, the memory was faked, and at his level, it was almost impossible for Harry to see that the memory was fake - the words and the words were all real.

He had to do the work alone, but luckily they started gathering intel on Gringotts, and every once in a while, Phoenix or Hermione would use Polyjuice Potion to infiltrate Gringotts and check the defenses of the halls.

While getting information and finding time to forge memories, Phoenix has been busy lately.

"What's the matter?" asked Hermione, worried. Harry and Hermione had just been working on a stack of notes and hand-drawn maps, filling one end of the long table. Phoenix strode over and threw the newspaper on their pile of parchment.

Phoenix said, "After a few hours at Gringotts, a goblin insisted that I sell them this emerald—"

As a result, the hot soup of the house-elves was drunk in a few sips.

"I've heard that the uniformed elves on either side of the gate are going to be replaced by two wizards, and they're saying they're going to use the Honesty Probe," Phoenix said to Hermione, recording everything they found on parchment.

For the past four weeks, he and Hermione had taken turns infiltrating Gringotts with Polyjuice Potion, eavesdropping on the elves while they were valuing, and finding out what was going on in the hall by looking closely. Observe the situation in Diagon Alley, proofread the information provided by the Weasley twins, and decide who she will disguise herself as when the time comes—they decide, Hermione in disguise, and Harry will follow Hermione with Boris in an invisibility cloak in case of an emergency.

Phoenix was outside to pick them up. The situation is not optimistic, there are always Death Eaters, and there are more and more checks on the streets, and they are becoming more and more strict.

Hermione was almost revealed several times, and she had a wanted warrant on her.

For now, they plan to have Hermione disguise herself as a middle-aged witch named Edlaide. She was wealthy, one of the eight shareholders of Gringotts in England, and a member of the Board of Hogwarts. On top of that, she is a lover of antiques, so she frequents Gringotts to preserve new collections.

They kept trying to get Edlaide's hair, and the Weasley twins were no longer able to move around Diagon Alley. They were now forced to take on the owl orders in Aunt Muriel's back room, and they couldn't help them anymore.

"City Probe, what's that?" Harry asked, looking up.

"An alchemical product," Boris replied, "can detect the presence or absence of magical disguises." ”

Hermione bit her quill pen, "Then we need the Imperius Charm." Or—" Suddenly an alarm bell laughed, startling them, "I'm going to look at the potion, and you two have to think about what to do with it." ”