hogwarts rose

Uncacia and Mr. Malfoy, who did not appear in time, were talking in front of the fireplace.

"We have magic to confirm kinship, and it takes a little blood."

"Just use mine, and tell Tria after confirming."

"Don't you need to tell her in advance?"

"No, if not, it would make her worry for nothing."

"You are members of the Black family, there is no doubt about it. We just want to make sure that your father is the one..."

"Then let's make sure first. If it's that person, I don't want to tell Tria."

"can."

"I'd like to meet him if I get the chance."

"Azkaban?"

"kindness……"

"Bold boy."

An unknown smile rose from the corner of Lucius' mouth, and he pushed Ancasia towards the fireplace, already acquiescing to the other party's request.

Before finally disappearing into the fireplace, Uncasia nodded towards Lucius Malfoy outside, with uncontrollable tension in his heart.

I can't explain this feeling, the fact that my father is a murderer is really too exciting.

In fact, there is no need to confirm, after all, no matter what he found out about Blair Capet's past at Hogwarts during this period, or what Aunt Narcissa knew, they all pointed the finger at one person.

Sirius Black.

"elder brother!"

When Oncasia stepped out of the fireplace, Tria was the first to spot him.

In just a few words, Triya and Narcissa have become intimate.

The "one ball" here does not mean that the two people are really sticky and greasy rolling together. After all, Narcissa's aristocratic upbringing for so many years does not allow such a disrespectful behavior, but that the two people are very wonderful. The atmosphere is harmonious, and there is no embarrassment or alienation when meeting for the first time. On the contrary, getting along is very natural and happy.

Even Draco had a hard time getting in between the two of them.

Ancasia also walked to the sofa and sat down at the call of her sister.

He stared at Narcissa a little stiffly, and both of them knew their relationship with each other tacitly.

"Try the biscuits."

Narcissa pushed the butter cookies she had made by herself in the direction of Oncasia to show her friendliness.

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Tria never thought that she could have an exclusive room in Malfoy Manor.

Just opposite Draco's room, it was completely decorated as a princess' room, the floor was covered with soft thick carpets, and the round bed in the center of the room was probably custom-made, and it could sleep about ten Terrys. Ya, there is still a smoky gray veil hanging on the top of the bed, and a starry sky simulated by magic.

Even Draco didn't know about it until his mother introduced it. Tria and Oncasia's room had already been decorated when he first sent a letter about them.

No matter where Tria and Uncassia want to live in the future, Malfoy Manor will have a place for them.

"Tria, let me take you to see the white peacock!"

It was almost two hours before dinner time, and Uncasia was called to the study by Uncle Lucius for some reason, probably to talk about some business-related matters.

Draco didn't care at all, he took Tria's hand happily and took her to visit the palace-like Malfoy Manor.

When she really set her sights on this mansion, Tria felt for the first time what it means to be extremely luxurious.

Inside the manor, no matter where it is, it is cleaned spotlessly, and every piece of furniture is made of very precious materials.

Tria's eyes were almost blurred, the whole Malfoy Manor was like an alchemist's paradise in her eyes, candlesticks made of glittering gold, chairs carved from clock wood, carpets crocheted from the hair of swift rabbits and beasts, Even the colors on the carpet are painted paints ground from the magical seven-color stone.

All kinds of materials are good materials for alchemy, not to mention that there are many materials that are so rare that even Nicole Flamel is reluctant to take them out to let her rush, and they are luxuriously made into furniture.

When Draco led her out of the building and into the garden, Triya was still in a daze.

The white peacock strolling gracefully by the fountain has completely lost her attention.

Now even if she was told that there was a legendary creature in Malfoy Manor—the phoenix, she would not be surprised at all.

Growing up in such a family, wouldn't Draco feel too shabby when he lived in Hogwarts?

Triya thought wildly, and was pulled by Draco to sit on a swing.

"This swing has just been built."

Draco sat next to Tria, swinging his legs and pushing the swing.

Don't even think about it, this must be for Tria.

Tria regained her composure a little.

There are clusters of beautiful flowers planted in the spacious garden. There are no goblins, but there are white peacocks wandering and squirrels jumping down from the trees from time to time.

The tall swing is painted white, and the thick ropes hanging on both sides are made of pegasus tail hair, so it won't hurt your hands when you pull it.

The wooden board on which she was sitting had been carefully polished without any thorns. Triya swayed her legs in compliance with the gravity, feeling the gentle wind mixed with the fragrance of flowers.

"This garden is so beautiful."

She lamented that living in such a place, she would probably be able to live two hundred years longer.

Draco raised his chin proudly, and couldn't help showing a smug smile.

"Of course! This is the garden of the Malfoy family!"

[It must be much better than the Weasley family's vegetable garden! 】

Draco thought flatteredly that Tria would definitely prefer to stay with him now.

This is what it should be, isn't it?Tria is a child of the Black family, and he is also Tria's brother, and Tria should live with him.

Tria closed her eyes enjoying it, and the two stayed in the garden until Narcissa called them to dinner.

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The dinner in Malfoy's house was not as ostentatious as Tria imagined. The long table was full of dishes, and the family enjoyed the food elegantly across the long table, like eating without talking or sleeping.

When having dinner, it was not on the ten-meter-long table that looked very noble in the restaurant, but an ordinary square table in the side hall. There were several exquisite dishes on the square table, which seemed to be made by house elves , somewhat similar to the dining style of Hogwarts.

Uncle Lucius and Aunt Narcissa sat together, chatting intimately and in low voices. The three children sat on each side, each with a bowl of sweet soup, and took small sips of it—it was still a little hot.

"Tria, I have something to tell you after dinner."

Oncasia seldom likes sweets, but this bowl of sweet soup rarely hits his liking, and he is not willing to let go of even whispering to Tria.

Draco pricked up his ears, was he going to tell Tria that he was her brother? !