4 Privet Road, in Harry's bedroom.

"Well, Professor Dumbledore told me. ”

Harry nodded, crouching on the ground and tossing the paper balls into the trash can one by one.

"I thought it would be ...... You may not be doing so well at your aunt's house, and I am your parents' appointed guardian...... In case something happens to them...... You know what I mean...... I mean......"

Sirius Black glanced at Harry and said something vague.

"If you want a ...... A different kind of home...... Or even if it's a temporary change of feeling......"

He hadn't had much faith in that, but when he came to Dursley's house today, he saw the birthday dinner they had prepared for Harry, which made Sirius's mind slip to a point where he couldn't be described as pessimistic.

However, he didn't notice that Harry's movements stopped instantaneously as he spoke.

Change a ...... Home, a different home?

Harry's heart began to swell.

"Ahem, of course, the old house of the Black family is very old, much dirtier than here......"

Sirius Black touched his nose and whispered in a somewhat hoarse voice.

"But if you come over, I can help you clean up a few rooms that are slightly bigger than here, and of course, if you want to live with your aunt and uncle, I can understand that, I just think I-"

"Of course, what can I do to you?"

Harry replied quickly without hesitation, no matter how much the Dursleys changed, they still didn't like him.

Blake quickly turned to look at him with a look of surprise on his face.

"Would you rather?" he asked, "really?" but ......

"Yes, I really do!" said Harry, "and to be honest, Uncle Vernon has been nice to me lately, but they still don't like magic, and as long as I'm a wizard, they're worried about waking up and becoming a scarab one day." ”

Blake finally breathed a sigh of relief, and for the first time, a real smile broke out on his thin face.

"Tonight, if your uncle and aunt don't object, you can go back with me tonight. ”

"Don't be stupid, they're eager to take me to the train station tomorrow as soon as tonight is over. ”

......

At the same time, England, Wiltshire.

Malfoy Manor, located at the exquisite wrought iron gate at the end of the garden.

"Malfoy, I know you must have a lot of forbidden dark magic items hidden in your house, you better be honest, otherwise if I catch the evidence, you will see the fate of the Lestrange family......"

"Perhaps, wait until you get permission from the ministry to copy it. Weasley, Malfoy Manor isn't your house, and a single decoration inside might be worth a year's hard work, and I don't want you to mess around in it. ”

Lucius Malfoy stood in the doorway and said coldly.

In front of him, Arthur Weasley and William Perkins were writing and drawing in a small notebook.

Due to the fact that the Ministry of Magic found a large number of high-risk dark magic props in the confiscation of the Lestrange family's vault some time ago, after Albus Dumbledore's judgment, most of them were prohibited items from the Voldemort period.

And more importantly, this raid process gave the Ministry of Magic, which was embarrassed by funds and an embarrassing position, tasted the sweetness.

As a result, in recent months, the Ministry of Magic has stepped up its efforts to check prohibited items, with a fine of a certain amount imposed on anyone found in the Office of the Prohibition of Misuse of Muggle Objects or the Office of the Aurors.

The joint reform of Hogwarts and Gringotts' Golden Gallons stabilized the turbulent economic situation in the wizarding world.

But on the other hand, the change of the old and new currencies is undoubtedly a huge blow to the gray income that once existed in the entire wizarding world, and the Ministry of Magic, which lacks a source of political gifts, has to find a new direction of income.

Lucius Malfoy could clearly feel that Cornelius Fudge's eyes were completely different from the past every time he saw him, and compared to the respect that had been piled up with money in the past, there was now a little more-

"A bunch of insatiable guys!"

In the living room of Malfoy Manor, Lucius's cane swept vigorously across the tabletop.

The delicate white ceramic tea set was swept to the ground with a crisp sound, and shards were scattered all over the ground.

"Lucius, didn't you say that Fudge promised not to bother us? ”

Narcissa Malfoy, also known as Lady Malfoy, frowned and snapped her fingers slightly.

The next moment, a house-elf with a bandage on her finger appeared in front of her, carefully cleaning up the ceramic shards on the ground, and from time to time her big bulging eyes secretly observed her angry master.

"Yes, Cornelius Fudge did promise that, after all, the name Malfoy still has a bit of prestige. But there are a lot of nosy people in the ministry, especially that sloppy fool Arthur Weasley, who came to Malfoy Manor to check on the dark magic props this time, and he must have been behind his back-"

Lucius Malfoy said hatefully, his face extremely gloomy.

"After a while, I'll go to Old Bokin to get things done, and as for the diary that the Dark Lord gave, of course I'll find a way to get a deal out of it as soon as possible - Dumbledore and Weasley, they have too many things to do, but they have offended a lot of people. ”

"What are you going to ......do with the diary? Honey, what's the matter?"

Narcissa Malfoy looked at her husband with some uneasiness, and was about to ask for some details, when she suddenly stopped talking and turned her head to look at the corridor at the edge of the living room, and her face instantly changed to a gentle and doting expression.

"Draco?"

Lucius also turned his head instantly, followed his wife's line of sight, and frowned slightly.

"Didn't I let you stay in your house for a while, I still have something to discuss with your mother? ”

"I want to go out, Dad. Well, go see a friend......"

"Get out?" Lucius narrowed, "Where to go?"

Draco Malfoy hesitated for a moment, then whispered tentatively.

"Harry's family, it's that Harry Potter, you know, he's also a pureblood......"

"Oh, the famous Harry Potter who never replies to your letters? Draco, I don't want to interfere too much with your socialization, but you have to know that people are different. ”

A hint of banter flashed across Lucius Malfoy's face, and his voice was full of sarcasm.

"That's his problem," Draco pale, but still looking his father in the eye, "I promised him that I would keep in touch with him during the summer holidays, it's his birthday, and I want to ask." ”

"No, don't even think about that. ”

Lucius Malfoy shook his head unmoved.

Draco obviously didn't give up so easily, and after a year of studying at Hogwarts, he was no longer the little kid he used to be when he listened to his father for everything. Elena said that most of the precious things in this world need to be fought for by themselves, rather than passively waiting for others to allow or arrange.

"Why, what if he's in trouble, besides......"

"There were many reasons, one of the simplest being that he lived in a Muggle neighborhood. It was a joke for someone from the Malfoy family to visit a friend in a Muggle-filled neighborhood, even if he was the immortal Potter. ”

"But ......"

"That's enough! there's nothing to talk about!"

Lucius Malfoy frowned, waved his hand vigorously, and said in a tone that could not be ignored.

"Draco, now, go back to your room. ”

In the face of his father's stern expression, Draco Malfoy's courage quickly faded, and his mother, who had always doted on him, did not say a word, and did not have the slightest intention of speaking for him.

"But ......"

"No!

"Okay......"

Draco Malfoy stood still for a few seconds, then left the living room dejected.

Watching her son's figure disappear into the hallway, and after a while, after making sure that he wasn't really eavesdropping outside, Narcissa Malfoy turned to look at her husband and whispered pointedly.

"Draco has changed a lot since he came back from school, and you can't always treat him like a kid. ”

"Well, he's just been influenced by the Muggle orphan named Elena! I don't want him to be a pure-blood joke. ”

Lucius Malfoy snorted coldly and shook his head, a hint of displeasure flashing across his face.

As a member of the Hogwarts Board of Directors, Lucius Malfoy was well aware of what had happened at Hogwarts this year, but in his opinion, it was probably a show arranged by Albus Dumbledore to promote the hemp wizard.

But a stupid first-year witch who came from a Muggle orphanage and had no father or mother.

If it weren't for the secret manipulation and arrangement of Hogwarts Headmaster Dumbledore, it would never have been possible to stir up so many storms in the school, let alone affect the entire four houses, but any wizard who was a little smarter could see this.

Perhaps Dumbledore will be able to raise a new successor in the future, but Lucius Malfoy does not intend to actively participate in this troubled water when the battle between Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic is not fully unfolding. And most importantly, because he had joined the Death Eaters, he didn't have much of a good impression in Dumbledore's eyes.

Arthur Weasley recklessly raided the Dark Magic during this time, and then did not have the intention of settling old accounts.

At such a time, if the Malfoys were to send the first signal of defection, such as sending their son to a Muggle ghetto to "visit friends", it is difficult to guarantee how the other families who had supported Voldemort behind the scenes would react.

The trial of Peter Pettigrew at Hogwarts some time ago not only prompted the Ministry of Magic to raid these days, but more importantly, it sent a signal that Lucius and the former Death Eaters were a little scared - the Dark Lord was probably not dead, but hiding somewhere in the wizarding world to secretly accumulate power, ready to make a comeback at any time.

As a result, the enchanted notebook that the Dark Lord had personally handed over to the Malfoy family for safekeeping had become extremely hot.

The Dark Lord didn't explain much about the mysterious journal when he handed it over to them for safekeeping.

The only thing Lucius Malfoy knew was that the diary contained the mysterious magic of the Salazar Slytherin family, and if you sent it to Hogwarts, you could open the legendary Slytherin Vault.

In other words, if you can't get rid of it, it's best to find a way to quietly throw it back to Hogwarts.

However, Draco's words just now provided an idea of what Lucius had been distressing about.

Is it Harry Potter's birthday?

"Perhaps, we should indeed give Mr. Harry Potter a gift - in Draco's name. ”

Lucius Malfoy tapped his finger thoughtfully on the table.

"Nacissa, you say...... If it was discovered that the Boy of the Dead had opened a vault at Hogwarts to cleanse the mudbloods of impure blood, how much of an impact would it have on Dumbledore and the group he was keeping?"

Dobby, the house-elf who was wiping the floor, shuddered, and his big bat-like ears couldn't help but shake a little.

Mr. Harry Potter...... Wait, this feels...... What is it?!

"Lord, master, there is danger there young master!"

At that moment, Dobby suddenly raised his head and looked in horror at a location in Malfoy Manor.

As a house-elf, he felt the fluctuations of magic coming from at least four or five of his kind.

......

Meanwhile.

Draco Malfoy's bedroom.

Five house-elves stood beside Malfoy's bed, bent respectfully, their uniforms emblazoned with the Hogwarts crest shining in the sunlight cast outside the window, led by Burleigh the house-elf.

"Dear Mr. Malfoy, Chef has received your request. Are you ready?"

"Well, hurry up, or my dad might find out, I have a house-elf in my house, too. ”

"Don't worry, we have five. In fact, the chef had thought there would be a fight...... Judging from the current situation, it is undoubtedly the best. So, let me confirm again, what is your destination?"

Draco Malfoy clutched the unfinished letter on his desk, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice.

—4 Privet Road, Little Whitkin, Surrey County. Anyway, I'm going to go and ask him personally!"

"As you wish. Hogwarts Round Face Fat Chicken Express, happy to serve you. ”

Burleigh, the house-elf, bent respectfully again and replied with great skill.

Then, it reached out and grabbed Draco with its left hand, and raised its other hand and snapped its fingers slightly.

Syllable!

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It's another two-in-one chapter!

Elena begged to compare her heart~~Woo woo~ (point me to compare my heart!)