The difference between a successful person and a loser is that a successful person turns what he wants to do into action. The loser, on the other hand, puts aside what he has to do.

Whether Harry Potter is a success or not, no one knows.

However, after making a decision in his heart, he did not choose to sit still, but took action.

Malfoy's hair, this one is not hard to get.

As Malfoy's two permanent henchmen, Goyle and Crabbe's hair, Harry wanted to get it very easily.

After getting the trio's hair, Harry used the Polyjuice Potion to transform into Malfoy, Ron into Gaul, and Hermione into Crabbe. The three of them left overnight and went to the pure-blood family area that came with Hogwarts.

The pure-blood area, which is the most prosperous place in the wizarding world.

You may be able to see half-blood wizards here, but these people are definitely not the masters here. Because everything here belongs to a pure-blood family with supreme blood, wizards without a lineage are never allowed to live here.

"Is this Malfoy's home, it's big enough!" In the night, Harry and the three of them looked at the luxurious manor in front of them, and couldn't help but sigh in the same way, even Ron was no exception.

As a disgrace to the pure-blood family, Ron's Weasley family is not financially comparable to other pure-blood families. Even because the current head of the Weasley family, Ron's father, identified with Muggles to a certain extent, he was also alienated by the other members of the pure-blood family, and his life was very poor.

"Master Draco, why are you back!" An old house-elf appeared as Harry approached the gate of the manor, sniffing lightly with a wrinkled nose and a puzzled expression.

"It's not going to goof!" Harry asked Hermione beside him as he looked at the house-elf's expression.

"No, as long as we don't talk nonsense, the three of us are completely Malfoy!" Hermione, who has the title of encyclopedia, answered Harry's question calmly, which eased the tension on Harry's face a lot.

"Don't ask, are they at home!" Harry tried to say the word "father", but he couldn't say it, so he could only make a vague statement.

"The lord and the lady have gone to the ball, and if nothing else, they probably won't be back. If you need it, I can go and inform you! The house-elf did not dare to question his master's decision, and he kept moving his head and ears slightly, acting more humble than a slave.

"Not at all!" Harry had a look of some loss on his face, according to their plan, Harry should meet Malfoy's father, Lucius, tonight, and say as much as he could.

But the problem is that now the Malfoys are not at home, so they are equivalent to a waste of time.

"We didn't have anything, and it was normal to come back and see. But to get them back from the ball, none of them is impossible! Harry's head couldn't turn for a while, so he had to turn to Hermione beside him for help.

Hermione was also stumped by the question, although she was one of the few people in her age, she was not very good at lying.

"Young master, do you want me to call them back?" The house-elf was still waiting for Harry's answer, half-hunched and never got up.

"Call back, we'll figure it out later!" Hermione knew they couldn't wait, so she could only mumble in a very low voice.

"Go and call the lord and the lady back, and say that I have very, very, important things." Harry replied vaguely, and the house-elf snapped his fingers and disappeared into place.

As soon as the house-elves disappeared, Harry, who was standing outside the gate, held on to the gate and exchanged glances with Hermione, neither of whom was happy.

It's easy to deceive the house-elves, after all, these house-elves don't dare to question their masters. The difficulty is that they are about to face the Lucius, and they need to come up with a reason to call them back before the Lucius come back.

"Harry, what to do! We didn't know what to say for a while, could it be that we missed them so much that we called them back from the ball! "Of the trio, the simplest one is Ron. Ron looked sad, clutching his hair only to feel a mess in his head.

"Then we are dead, we must come up with a statement that can attract the attention of the other party, otherwise we can't deceive the other party at all, don't think about clichés!" Harry propped up the gate, and the thought of the difficulty made him even feel the urge to turn around and leave.

"Liar, why do we have to lie?" Just when Harry and the two were at a loss, Hermione suddenly had a change of heart and whispered, "We can tell the truth, if we say that Headmaster Dumbledore has found an ally and is preparing to deal with the mysterious man." In this way, will the anxious Lucius couple still doubt our identity? ”

"Truth! But Headmaster Dumbledore has no allies! Ron still didn't understand, but Harry Potter did.

"Great idea, we can be completely half-truthful. Hermione, you're a genius! Harry slapped his thigh excitedly, and then saw the vanished house-elves return to them in the next moment.

"Young Master, what's wrong with you!" As soon as the house-elf appeared, he saw Harry slapping his thigh fiercely, and his face was full of excitement.

"Sir, have they come back?" In his excitement, Harry didn't care about the elf's words at all, but hurriedly asked.

"They'll be back soon, sir, but not very happy," the house-elf lowered his head and gripped his patched clothes with both hands, not daring to look at Harry's expression.

According to the wizard's revised house elf law, these house elves have no rights at all. Every wizard family with elves can be angry with them at will, and all the elves can always be in trembling.

"Young Master, you and your friends, won't you go in now?" The house-elf didn't keep his head down for long, only hesitated for a few seconds before he quietly raised his head and peeked at Harry.

Get in! Harry and the three of them looked at each other and shook their heads in unison.

They weren't really Malfoy three, standing in the doorway and running away when things weren't right. If you really enter the Malfoy family's manor, I'm afraid that if one is not good, you will be caught in an urn.

"We'll stand here for a while, the air is good!" Harry opened his mouth and snorted, and after ten minutes of waiting, the warping power of magic came from the clearing in front of the manor.

The distortion of magic comes from phantom migration.

The light of magic flashed, and a middle-aged man with long blond hair and a staff in his hand appeared in front of them.

Lucius Malfoy Draco's father, the Harry trio, is about to face a difficult time.

"I should have taught you, Mr. Draco. It would be very rude to leave the prom without a proper reason. ”

Lucius was as personable as ever, his gaze swept over Harry, and then at the two Hermiones behind Harry.