Malfoy Manor in Wiltshire is undoubtedly a well-known place in the wizarding world.

A full decade has passed since Armand Malfoy, the first member of the family to come to England, as the home of the Malfoy family, a wealthy and ancient pure-blood family, using the land granted by the Muggle King William the Conqueror.

For the past millennia, the Malfoys have used their wealth and magic to maintain a greater or lesser influence in the British wizarding world.

Today, Malfoy Manor is magnificent—a fountain gushing water at the main entrance, a wide corridor with ornate carpets on the stone floor, and a proud white peacock strutting at the top of a yew hedge behind the fountain......

All evidence suggests that the current owner of the estate is a wizard accustomed to living in comfort and luxury.

But now, with a hurried expression, he walked quickly from the path outside the manor.

The midsummer sun shone on the narrow path, but also on Lucius Malfoy's hurried face.

He sped forward through the dense weeds, through the tall hedges that fluttered in the wind, his robes flapping his ankles from time to time.

The tall and ornate iron gate stood in front of him, but he did not stop, but continued to walk forward. Just as he was about to hit the iron door, something strange happened, and he easily walked straight through the iron door, the black metal seemed to be just a cloud of smoke.

Finally, he returned to the manor.

Judging from his anxious expression and impatient movements, he has long lost his usual elegance and calmness.

Lucius Malfoy glanced around, then angrily shouted a name: "Dobby!"

......

Only a crisp explosion was heard.

Then, a small monster appeared in front of the wizard. It has two large bat-like ears and a pair of prominent, tennis-sized green eyes. It is a house-elf that is loyal to a pure-blood family.

"Master!" it asked with a humble bow, "I wonder what you are looking for Dobby?"

Lucius seemed to be holding back the anger in his heart: "How many books are there in those books I asked you to hand over to that adult?"

"It's six volumes, master. Dobby, the house-elf, glanced at his owner with some fear, and replied softly.

"Damn!" Lucius roared viciously, and then he flew up and kicked the house-elf like a ball to a granite stone a few meters away.

At the same time he shouted: "Punish yourself!"

Dobby nodded, then jumped to his feet, banging his head frantically against the rock beside him, shouting, "Bad Dobby!"

"Enough. A few minutes later, Lucius seemed to let out a sigh of frustration at the sight of the house-elf smashing his head to the ground.

"Yes, master. The house-elf finally let go, and it was a little unsteady on its feet.

"Now, tell me...... Did you lose one of the volumes on the way to get it out?" Lucius asked, grimacing.

"The host...... When Dobby took them out of the Blotts, there were only six volumes...... Give them to ......" The house-elf suddenly shuddered: "When he was there, there were only six volumes ......"

"Lies, lies, liars!" Lucius roared angrily, "continue to punish yourself!"

The house-elves had to start banging their heads against the rocks again.

"Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!"

Its head had been smashed into a bloody blur, and its breath had begun to weaken......

......

Lucius Malfoy's family also seemed to be attracted by the cacophony of voices.

"What's wrong, dear?" said his wife, Narcissa, briskly as she walked over.

Seeing the house-elf in front of her, who was almost knocking herself to death, she frowned: "Enough!"

Hearing this command, the house-elf finally stopped, and collapsed to the ground like a dead fish.

While helping her husband straighten his collar, she asked softly, "What the hell is going on, dear?"

"Because of those books, the books that the lord mentioned......" Lucius's face suddenly appeared a little frightened, "I have asked Dobby to give it to the lord...... But today, out of the blue, the Italian wrote to me that there were seven volumes, and that Dobby had only six volumes......"

"Dad, why do you want a stupid and stupid house-elf to do such an important thing!" Lucius's son, Draco Malfoy, came over to join in, and the 11-year-old boy was going to leave the manor in a few days to study at Hogwarts.

Kicking away the house-elf on the ground that was blocking his path, Draco looked curiously at his father.

"Because those books are among the most strictly controlled contraband items by the Ministry of Magic. Lucius explained, "They couldn't have passed the inspection of the Department of Mysteries, and the Italian guy mixed them up in a pile of copies that were sent to the Britaint bookstore The Guide to Dark Arts Self-Defense before they were shipped to England......"

“...... So I told Dobby to steal it out and give it to the Lord, so that even if the deeds were revealed, it wouldn't affect us, or else the crime of possessing those books would be enough for me to spend the rest of my life in Azkaban!"

Draco nodded as if he didn't understand.

"Does the Lord know how many of those books there are?" asked Narcissa in a whisper.

"This ......" Lucius was suddenly stunned, then shook his head and said, "He shouldn't know." ”

"Since he doesn't know yet, let's just hide it from him, and I'm afraid he won't be able to contact the Italian. Narcissa whispered.

"That's the only way!" Lucius agreed: "Hide it from him first, I'll go to the Blott Bookstore and ask if I can find the whereabouts of the missing volume!"

"What does that book look like?" Draco asked curiously, "Maybe I'll be able to see it, and I'll help you get it back for Daddy then!"

As he spoke, he patted his chest.

"Draco!" Lucius's face suddenly changed, and he looked at his son with an extremely serious face, "Remember, that kind of thing is not something you can touch at all...... Absolutely not ......"

“...... That kind of ancient, mysterious book, even if you come across it, you should never touch it, let alone use it. Otherwise, death awaits you!"

"Or worse, then the whole person is crazy!"