With silver sideburns and a strong body, the horse-drawn carriage is no less fast than a normal steam train.

The interior of the carriage casts a steady, unmarked stretching spell, and everything is ready without the slightest tremor as it travels through the air.

As soon as Ranko landed his first foot in the carriage, he heard an old, familiar voice ringing in his ears.

"Dear Mr. Malfoy, the teacup has been waiting for you for a long time."

Teacup?

Mr. Malfoy was stunned, then looked over.

Teacup was a strange old house-elf, it had only one eye, the other eye was covered with a gray-black scab, and although the clothes on its body were decent, it looked incredibly ugly with its gloomy face.

- From both a wizard's point of view and a house-elf's point of view, yes.

The corners of Ranko's mouth twitched slightly as he watched the house-elf called "Teacup" bow down to him and perform a very standard etiquette.

"Teacup ......"

Oh my God, his good nephew sent this house-elf over?

"Honored, my master, you remember that your servant is still waiting for your return in the depths of the gloomy old manor."

The expression of the teacup was completely inconsistent with what it said, and it was still respectful, but the voice of the broken thought was so gloomy that people couldn't help but hear it.

"My great master seems to have forgotten his faithful servant, well, well, its master has been asleep for so long that even the most faithful servant who has always cared for his life has forgotten......"

The corners of Ranko's mouth twitched slightly, and just as he wanted to say something, the house-elf in front of him snapped his fingers with his long, thin fingers, and the luxurious layout in the carriage quickly changed.

"Oh, my greatest, greatest master, your faithful servant has been working hard."

The implication is: please don't disturb the thoughts of a forgotten house-elf.

To put it more simply: I'm going to spray you today!

Teacups waft out, and the smell of tea lingers with lit incense.

Under the skillful magic of the house-elves, the place seems to be in order, but the scalp of the orchid is numb when you look at it.

This house-elf is not the same as the other house-elves in Malfoy Manor, and its owner is not the old Malfoy, but a single Ranko Malfoy.

This is a house-elf who has been taking care of his daily life, although it is not good-looking, but its carefulness and way of doing things make Ranco feel comfortable as the owner.

"No wonder ......"

Ranko felt that he didn't feel awkward at all since he woke up, the fruits and drinks in the room, the quilt needed to be dried all day, and even the habits of placing items on the desk and receiving and sending letters were so smooth.

Even the carriages and Pegasi he bought seemed to have grown to his liking.

It's the teacup that has always been there for him.

The point is that he completely forgot about ......

Ranko was almost ashamed to give himself a death curse under the gaze of the domestic elf.

"My greatest, greatest master."

Ranko sat down on the soft couch and sank into it.

The tea floated beside him, and the delightful dim sum looked so delicious.

Everything is so beautiful.

- Except for the fact that the teacup looks gloomy as if it is about to drip water.

"Your faithful servant wants to ask you, where do you want to go?"

"Hogwarts."

With a click, the Pegasus pulling the carriage had already turned its direction.

The driverless carriage is controlled by subtle magic, and the lead Pegasi bears a resemblance to an owl: they don't need to know their destination to find out where their owner wants to go.

"Oh, oh, Hogwarts, a place where my greatest and greatest master has been for seven years, where teacups are not allowed, where the young master is unusually tormented, and where poor teacups are offered honey cakes and Highland tea from Ceylon every time they return to Malfoy Manor."

Mr. Malfoy was holding a wand, and it was not to plug his own ears, nor was it to block it.

In the past fifty years, this house-elf seems to have changed a lot, but its temperament, which is rare among house-owning elves, has become more and more precipitated.

Of course, this strange way of speaking was also something he had never heard before.

"My Great ......"

All right......

The silence spell finally silenced the sound of the teacups, and the carriage returned to peace.

The teacup didn't pay attention to it, still taking care of its own broken thoughts, and it seemed that it wouldn't stop for a short time. During this time, Mr. Malfoy took the partridge's egg out of his pocket, and the cold touch and the slight movement of life inside made Ranko's heart feel much more calm.

"Looks like Oreo is in pretty good shape."

The teacup also stopped and broke, staring at the quail egg in Ranko's hand a little distracted.

Seeing that the alarm was temporarily lifted, Ranko lifted the spell and said:

"Teacup, go get some ice."

"Yes, my great master, you are as much a teacup as your pet."

It sounded like they wouldn't be able to live without it.

Ranco covered his forehead and waved his hand, handing the quail eggs to the old house-elf.

The house-elf baby was holding the cocktail egg that was freezing its hand, as if it didn't care about it at all, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The monkey was anxious to give Ranko the illusion that he was not as good as an egg.

Ranco picked up the cup with a smile, and the tea in it was just right for his appetite, both in terms of temperature and taste.

Outside the window were flying clouds, and the light of the sun shone on the family emblem on the side of the carriage.

Black, green, and silver shading circles with a snake spitting a letter and silver satin, and the Latin inscription "Sanctimonia Vincet Semper" on the silver satin shines brightly.

This is the symbol of Malfoy, and it also represents the greatest glory of the Malfoy family.

……

As the sun receded, in the distance, above the misty lake, the huge castle was already visible.

It was Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, one of the three major schools of witchcraft and wizardry in Europe, and its headmaster was called the greatest wizard of the century:

Albus Percival Woolfrick Brian Dumbledore.

"Long time no see, Hogwarts."

The carriage began to fall, and the interior of the castle, which was still in the middle of the holiday, looked a little empty from above.

At the main entrance of the castle, a thin, black-robed man with a hooked nose and indifferent eyes had obviously been waiting for a long time.

Mr. Malfoy's wand was a little eager, and he couldn't wait to take advantage of the opportunity to go to the castle's library to buy it......

If it weren't for that bad old man, ahem, venerable old man who made a condition that he couldn't refuse, who would have played black magic and had nothing to do to run around the old home of a white wizard?

He looks a little smaller, but he's not stupid.

If it's bad, ahem, Professor Dumbledore plays the sentimental card, he'll burn the letter and go to Durmstrang to report in advance without looking back.

The contents of the authentic school of the dark arts were enough for him to study for a long time.