Harry's mouth was open, as if choked.

Although Owen said that the blood was boiling, but - why from his mouth, he saw that the future is a scene of vitality and competition?

All kinds of heroes come together, from magic to physics fist and fist exchange?

"Dobby has to go."

After a long stalemate.

The elf finally couldn't help but beg for softness.

Don't interrupt it again, apparition. It went back to cooking, and the Malfoys starved to death in this toss.

"The master is calling for Dobby, and his voice is urgent."

"Really?" Owen grabbed Harry and walked towards Dobby.

"That's... Can we visit the Malfoy house? ”

"We can be Draco's best friends!" Owen said that, his arm slammed Harry's face, and a pair of gray eyes snapped at him.

...

Well!

Harry certainly understood what Owen meant.

But—

At this time, his expression was extremely rich, as if he had eaten a multi-flavored bean with the taste of earwax, he was very disgusted, and he opened his mouth unwillingly and said, "I! Guys! Be! Most! Good! Target! Friend! Friend! ”

"Dobby can't—" The elf was about to speak.

The hand that was raised in the air suddenly froze as if it had pressed the pause button.

Probably a few breaths later.

It just returned to normal.

Then change your previous attitude.

He bowed to Owen and Harry, then bowed his head and said, "The master invited Harry Potter and his friends to his home. ”

"Okay!" Ignoring Harry's attitude, Owen agreed.

"Please hold Dobby's hand." Despite that, the elf itself resisted, slowly extending its bony arms. Doesn't seem to be willing to take Harry Potter deep into Malfoy Manor.

"If it's the first time phantom shifting, it can be a little uncomfortable." Dobby said with concern.

The next second.

Owen and Harry shook its hand.

Next, they felt only a twist in the space around them.

It's like someone kicked into some kind of narrow pipe.

Pulling, stretching.

It took a long time for the pressure to fade away.

"Bang!"

At the end of the day, Harry almost threw up.

It felt like getting motion sickness for hours.

Looking at Harry's disgraced appearance, Owen pretended to be calm, his eyes turned to look at the oldest manor in the British wizarding world.

Actually, he wasn't very comfortable. The knowledge of the cochlea can be inherited, but the roughness tolerance of the cochlea cannot be inherited.

But! How can the big guy lose face in front of the younger brother!

Hold on to death! ———— this is the stubbornness of his dark boss.

————

Malfoy Manor is a modest lord's mansion, surrounded by elaborate gardens, fountains, roaming white peacocks, and delicate wrought-iron gates that allow visitors to pass through the smoke.

It is worthy of following William the Conqueror into Old London in England.

Owen had to sigh, the luxury of this castle was almost close to Buckingham Palace.

In addition to the small footprint, it is even better in terms of decoration and historical heritage.

Stepping up the marble steps, he and Harry were led by Dobby to the living room of the manor.

It was a huge place with purple wallpaper and a large ceiling.

A long table with a few chairs on either side.

At this moment, Lucius Malfoy, with pale blond hair, cold gray eyes, and a pale pointed face, was standing in front of the table, staring at them quietly.

"Welcome." He said.

Then he waved out of the way and led the two to sit down.

Dobby brought tea and snacks.

And what about Owen?

He?

He had been looking at Lucius all the time.

What is this arrogant, scheming, dominant, and dominant man planning?

took a sip of black tea, suppressed the nausea in his heart, and before Owen could speak, Lucius said with a smile: "Do you still like those clothes and gadgets?" ”

As he spoke, the elusive Dobby, with a 'poof', appeared in the living room again.

Only this time, it has an extra box at its feet.

That's exactly what Ron sent him.

"Not bad." Owen snatched the words, "But this little thing is nothing to the Malfoy family!" ”

"Indeed." Speaking of the Malfoy family, Lucius's face immediately took on the signature haughty look that Draco often showed.

Although Owen and Ron Hu ate the sea plug for almost a week.

But it cost less than a thousand Galleons, (and those clothes shouldn't be worth much.) ）

One thousand Galleons.

Hehe!

To put it mildly, he didn't bother to pick it up when it was thrown at Lucius's feet.

Because bending over will drop the price!

"The Malfoys are the oldest and purest family of British wizards, and their energy is beyond the imagination of ordinary people."

"So what?" Owen raised his eyebrows, automatically filtered Lucius's words of pretending to x, only I can pretend to be x in this book, understand?

"If the Malfoys are so great, why do you test us three times and twice?"

Smell.

Lucius's face changed, as if he was choking.

After a long time, he was embarrassed, and the corners of his mouth twitched and he spoke again, "You're smarter than I thought, if Draco can..."

"Alright." He interrupted himself, "I think you know more about the Dark Lord than I do. ”

"Few people can dare to fight against him." Lucius stared at Owen intently, his body trembling slightly as he pronounced Voldemort's name, as if he had been dominated by the fears of the past for too long.

"Oh~ Senior Tom! An old acquaintance, I hit him off at first sight. Owen picked up the snack on the table, took a bite, well—rose cake again.

"It's a pity he's so ugly. The braised egg, which has no nose yet, is not very suitable for our face-watching men's group organization. "Of course, the organization that Owen is talking about is the GGAD!

With grandpa's appearance, if he debuts at the peak.

Winning the Wizarding Weekly Most Charming Smile Award is a no-brainer.

"Hiss~~~" said, suddenly Owen's eyes sideways.

The corners of his mouth went up, and his eyes became playful.

"Oh~~~ Mr. Malfoy, it's been a long time, you want to change the court!" Suddenly, Owen discovered Hua Dian, and his heart moved, and he instantly understood Lucius's tolerance for them before.

I didn't expect it!

Unexpected!

You Lucius have thick eyebrows and big eyes, and you want to betray...

Forehead!

Well~ It's normal for him to betray, but it was a bit of a surprise to Owen so early.

They didn't plan to follow Voldemort from start to finish!

...

Lucius, who was distracted, did not make any fuss at all, he did not refute, but he did not admit it either.

Just looked at Owen with a 'nuclear goodness', showing the elegance of the old Londoner.

"You have a good idea!"

"Very good."

"After all, what is the way out of following a madman." Owen immediately sat up straight, looking like a sales manager seeing a good harvest from a major customer.

O Malfoy!

I'm afraid the most distressing thing is that there are too many gold gallons!

Roar, roar, roar!

Directly less struggle for a lifetime!