Mr. Malfoy stared at the Dark Lord beside him, and the boy who was standing behind him on an abandoned bench by a stupid Muggle-born girl.

Suddenly, he noticed that the boy seemed to sense something and looked up at him. Suddenly, Lucius was once again frightened and took a step back.

In the past eleven years, those black eyes, Lucius had seen countless times in his dreams, and each time, it was accompanied by endless nightmares.

That's a pair of eyes that can read people's hearts.

But now, he saw both of them in reality at once...... Two pairs.

"Lucius, my old friend, don't you want to get to know Carl?"

Mr. Malfoy's body could not help but tremble again, perhaps Mr. Malfoy himself had noticed that he had been frightened more times than he had been in a year to-day, or in less than half an hour since now.

Looking up, he swept the face of Voldemort, who was not known how many years younger, and immediately lowered his gaze, not daring to make eye contact with the former.

"Yes—master, uh...... I mean, sir. ”

Mr. Malfoy coughed to hide his unnaturalness while trying to banish the fear from his body.

He didn't dare to refuse any of Voldemort's requests, but in his heart, Mr. Malfoy also had his own confusion.

He had met Carl, of course, just two years ago, when the boy's eyes had left an indelible memory on him.

However, it wasn't just the boy's eyes, but the look he had had seen when he first saw the boy — he had only seen one person before that — both of them were so young, especially the former, and Draco said that the boy was so brilliant and dazzling at school, that it was a copy of the man's youth, or......

Thinking of this, Mr. Malfoy did not dare to look at the boy again, he lowered his eyebrows, tried not to make eye contact with Karl as much as possible, and was extremely humble, "You, uh...... I mean, hello-"

Or, the two are simply the same person.

"Ha! Lucius, you're here!"

A voice came from a distance, relieving Mr. Malfoy from his infinite entanglement, and distracting almost everyone present before wondering why Mr. Malfoy had obeyed Tom and why he had suddenly become so humble.

Soon, a group of people came from a distance, and the leader was surrounded by other people, and he was the one who made the sound just now.

Cornelius Fudge.

Fudge looked in high spirits and with a beaming face, and he was surrounded by a number of people, most of them officials from the Ministry of Magic.

Ron, Ginny, and Bill's father, Arthur Weasley, were on the line, but they were on the fringe, not very far ahead.

In contrast, the other person stood out a lot: next to Fudge, a short and fat woman, wearing a frilled skirt, carrying a small pink bag on her arm, and a pair of pink girly short leather shoes.

With an indescribable smirk on the woman's face, she stood beside Fudge, her eyes looking at the other side like searchlights, and she didn't care about the others, just skimmed over them until she saw the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead, and the smirk on her face immediately became even stronger.

Fudge, meanwhile, noticed Carl.

"Carl, thank goodness you're here!"

Fudge's gaze passed through the crowd, fixed on Carl, who was still sitting on the bench, and turned to the short and fat woman beside him, and said, "Dolores, this is the Carl I often mention to you, Carl Cooper." ”

At this point, the woman finally looked away from the scar on Harry's forehead and turned to look at Karl.

A girlish smirk piled up on the woman's face, completely different from the smile she had seen Harry before, it looked as if it was ......

It's like a young lady looking at her dear little brother—

That sweet and greasy intimacy hangs on the face of an old woman whose face is full of folds and ugly like a toad—

Carl admits that he was disgusted.

Smiling apologetically, Karl turned his gaze to Fudge - he made it look as if he had to deal with Fudge as much as he could, rather than being reluctant to look at the old woman's ugly face.

The old woman seemed pleased with Carl's attitude and smiled even more.

"Minister. ”

Carl's voice was a little weak, coupled with the pale face, Fudge noticed this and immediately became a little nervous.

"Carl, your face is ugly, what's wrong with you?"

This performance, in the eyes of Dolores Umbridge next to him, means very different.

There was no longer a smirk on the old woman's face, but a hint of thought.

Carl was about to answer Fudge's question, when suddenly, for some reason, a cold air hit his chest, and Carl immediately felt a tightness in his chest, and his head buzzed, as if he had taken a big bite of ice cream and swallowed it directly.

In his heart, Carl knew that this was not a big deal, it was just the last counterattack of the residual cold in his body, and as long as he survived, he would be completely fine.

However, his body was too honest, and a heart-wrenching feeling hit, and he couldn't take care of anything after all.

Clutching his chest, the whole person shrunk into a ball.

"Carl!"

Standing directly across from Carl, Fudge immediately noticed Carl's abnormality.

Hearing his voice, Hermione subconsciously turned her head, "Carl?!"

The girl exclaimed, and hurried back to Carl, but someone was faster than her.

Almost no one could see how Tom appeared.

Everyone only felt that the handsome boy who was standing next to Mr. Lucius Malfoy appeared directly beside Carl.

Fortunately, no one was paying attention to this at this time, and everyone's attention was on Carl.

In full view of everyone, Tom drew his wand and pointed it at Carl to recite the incantation.

At this time, Fudge and the Ministry of Magic had already crowded to Karl's side, "Boy, you'd better not ......"

Looking at Tom who was about to cast the spell, Fudge said a little crampedly, but Tom didn't look at him, and began to chant words in his mouth, which made Fudge's words become quieter and quieter, "We have to send Carl to the hospital......"

- As the incantation was recited, Karl's face of pain gradually relaxed.

Eventually, when Tom finished the last syllable of the incantation, Carl's breathing became completely soothed, his curled body stretched out, and the expression of pain on his face vanished.

"He needs to rest. ”

Tom stood up and said to the crowd around him.

"You can go to my house, it's nearby. Behind Fudge, Mr. Weasley stepped forward.

He had come to find Bill, Ron, and Ginny, but he had to follow Fudge and his party.

Fortunately, his old friend Ludo Bagman was also there, and the two chatted along the way until they met Carl.

After a little thought, Fudge was about to nod, although Mr. Weasley did not have a high status in the ministry, he was very popular, and as a member of the pure-blood family, Fudge still respected him very much.

However, just then, an unexpected voice interjected.

"Minister, I think it would be better for this boy to rest at my house than Mr. Weasley's 'Burrow,' and my house-elves would be better able to take care of him. ”

When the word "Burrow" is spoken, Mr. Malfoy's tone is self-explanatory.

At the same time, while Mr. Malfoy was looking at Fudge at first, when he finished speaking, he looked at Tom.

However, as soon as he said this, everyone was stunned, even the Weasleys, who were supposed to be angry, were stunned, looking at him like monsters.

The same goes for Draco, who knew that his father was a bit abnormal today, but he didn't expect it to be so abnormal that Draco even wondered if his father had a bad head.

But Narcissa, though she looked at her husband in the same shock, had a hint of understanding in Mrs. Malfoy's eyes compared to the others. It seems that her shock is more that she did not expect her husband to make such a decision.

However, Mr. Malfoy ignored everyone's reactions, and just looked at Tom and waited for the latter's decision.

Now, Fudge and his party all noticed.

Soon, everyone realized that the magic that saved Carl just now was not something that anyone could do, especially from a young man who looked to be fifteen or sixteen years old.

So, Fudge looked at Tom, "Young man, are you Carl?"

Tom glanced at him, as if he was not about to say anything, and Mr. Malfoy seemed to see it.

"He's Carl's cousin. Before Fudge was dissatisfied, Mr. Malfoy said hurriedly.

Fudge was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "I didn't know Carl had a cousin. ”

Then, he reached out and patted Tom on the shoulder, looking like an elder looking at a junior, and Mr. Malfoy next to him was shocked, but fortunately nothing happened in the end.

Xu was out of the idea of promoting his juniors, and in front of the officials of the Ministry of Magic present, Fudge asked with a smile, "Young man, what is your name?"

For a moment, Mr. Malfoy's heart rose to his throat.

Tom glanced at him, then at Fudge, "Tom......"

Mr. Malfoy stealthily grabbed Narcissa and Draco's wrists, seemingly ready to apparate at any moment.

"Tom?" Fudge said, confused.

Glancing at Carl, who seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, Tom nodded.

"It's just Tom. ”

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