Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

Unlike the magnificent Malfoy Manor, Lestrange Mansion is old and dilapidated, and the garden is deserted.

The empty house covered with dust looked grim.

Corresponding to the garden decorations, only the broken walls are left.

Even in the height of summer, it feels chilly.

It was as if the vengeful spirits of the ancient wealthy families had gathered, ready to break through the dilapidated gate and corrupt those who came.

This is a famous family on par with the Malfoy and Black families.

Since that day, Draco has visited no less than ten times.

But what made Draco shudder the most was the gloomy old house.

It was always that thin figure standing alone in front of the mansion, with his hands behind his back.

"Good afternoon, Draco."

The tone was gentle and refined, but without the slightest pleasant greeting,

Perhaps it was those always dark eyes that betrayed the owner of the voice—

His attitude was extremely indifferent, so calm that he didn't seem like a living person.

Unlike my aunt who was always on the edge of madness and anger, my uncle was naturally cold and clear.

Draco couldn't help but feel a knot in his heart because of the extreme discomfort.

I don't know why, but I always feel unwarranted worry.

Fearing that perhaps Occlumency could conceal Voldemort,

But he couldn't fool his uncle who probably never had any emotions.

"Good afternoon, Uncle Rodolphus."

He bowed his head in greeting.

The aunt who brought her here did not say anything to her husband.

She simply raised her wand, stood aside, and spoke in a cold tone that was unlike Bella's.

"Draco has figured out a way."

It was as if the bleakness and coldness of the Lestrange family suppressed the madness.

"Oh?"

Listening to my uncle's seemingly interested accent.

But I feel that this is just his life experience over the past few decades.

After learning the social reactions of ordinary people, imitate the attitudes.

After calming down a little, he spoke calmly.

"I need Theodore Nott."

Before she could finish her words, the aunt spoke with disdain.

"That useless son of a good-for-nothing?!"

His uncle didn't say anything, but just raised his eyebrows, motioning for Draco to continue.

"In fact, I have already contacted him."

Bella's eyes widened as soon as she opened her mouth.

His thoughts were clear: he was worried that Draco would reveal Voldemort's secret mission.

He was even more worried that old Nott would take this opportunity to become Voldemort's confidant.

Draco ignored him and continued to explain.

"He has a vast knowledge of magic items."

"I need to ask him if there is any way."

"It would allow me to leave Hogwarts secretly during term time."

Bella tried to intervene several times, but was stopped by Rodolphus's eyes.

"He told me that maybe I could get through the two disappearing wardrobes,"

"Build a secret passage connecting the two spaces."

"If successful, we may be able to smuggle other Death Eaters onto campus."

Draco said, his tone still calm.

But I found that this sentence made my indifferent uncle nodded.

It seemed to be applauding Nott's ingenuity.

"Is there a way to do it?"

"I thought it was just an escape tool to temporarily get someone out of a space."

"We need experiments."

"But the working principle of a high-end disappearing wardrobe seems to be possible."

Having said this, I don’t want to talk more about Noether’s analysis and my own speculation.

Just go on to express your doubts.

"We should be able to get one at school."

“The problem is, we have to make sure we have counterparts outside of school who can make connections.”

Draco said hesitantly, and Bella, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly blurted out.

"Borgin and Box."

-

Rodolphus still stood there like a stone statue, his eyes moving slightly to look at his nominal wife.

Bella also looked back, and a smile appeared on her face as if she was recalling some good memories.

"When we got rid of the Bonns a long time ago,"

"He's trying to put his family in a closet."

Bella mentioned Bonn's last name casually.

Draco's heart suddenly jumped, as if he was suddenly pierced by a sharp arrow.

In a split second, he calmed himself down, and only his fingertips were trembling slightly.

"It was Lucius who took it back to Malfoy Manor, saying it was an exceptionally fine prop,"

"It's different from the garbage in ordinary people's homes, so it's worth exploring."

"Narcissa said he lent the wardrobe to Poggin and Burkes a few years ago."

"They shouldn't have the guts to throw it away."

As soon as Bella finished speaking, arrogant laughter rang out.

"The Order of the Phoenix is ​​trash! You have the audacity to want to overthrow Voldemort,"

"But they only work on tools to escape Voldemort."

The wild laughter stopped the moment Rodolphus opened his mouth.

"Weaknesses are the reason we need to escape."

"There's no need to mock the weak, Bella."

"Unless, this is enough to satisfy you."

"I don't-"

Facing Rodolphus's hidden contempt, Bella spoke sharply,

Before he could finish his protest, Rodolphus turned to look at Draco.

"Nott volunteered to help you? Without asking why?"

Draco stared at his uncle, once again confirming the strange feeling he had been having in his heart.

There was a blankness in my uncle's eyes, with almost no emotion.

This is not surprising, as I have seen many masters of brain occlumency.

But the difference is that there is no other state of mind in my uncle's eyes.

There is no Dumbledore's humor, Severus's mystery, or Voldemort's murderous intent.

It seems that there is no emotion in the soul, only coldness and silence.

Remember Severus's teachings of "must be cautious".

Faced with an uncle who knows nothing and possible threats,

He slowly calmed down and spoke quietly.

"He owes me a favor that I can't easily repay."

I heard my aunt sneer in disdain and saw my uncle speak indifferently.

"That's not enough. You need another reason."

Draco looked at his uncle, his lips curled up slightly.

"Voldemort wants me to go on missions with my aunt every few months."

He said, turning to Bella.

"This is a fact."

"Old Nott won't suspect his son is doing me a favor."

Bella looked at her niece and widened her eyes.

Then he curled his lips and smiled with satisfaction.

Unexpectedly, Rodolphus nodded again.

This time, he was much more determined than when he praised Nott before.

"Very good. Know how to release the information you have appropriately."

"Voldemort was right. You are not bound by age."

Having said this, he slowly picked up the wand.

"Now, let's go back to that day."

"You know why Voldemort asked you to come here."

Rodolphus's words were still ringing in his ears, but his staff and sword were raised in a split second.

Before Draco could react, he saw a flash of wands and a heavy black blade coming towards him.

Draco quickly pulled open the barrier, knowing the lack of protection, and dodged to the side.

The delicate body was still shaken by the strong wind of the spell.

Before he could gain his footing, a strange light flashed before his eyes.

Somehow, at the moment when my body started to hurt, the experience of that day came back to my mind—

-

Voldemort's cold, sharp nails scratched his throat once again.

Although it didn't touch my body, it felt as cold as a corpse.

It was accompanied by blood, which deepened the fear of stomach knots.

"Draco Malfoy."

It is unclear why Voldemort always likes to coerce himself like this.

But clearly, this is Voldemort's unique way of dealing with himself.

Voldemort's wide robe sleeves slid down as he raised his hand.

The left arm was visible, revealing skin that was pale yet smooth like snake scales.

"My loyal servants summoned me, and the Dark Lord chose to take you with him."

Draco frowned and bit his lip as he listened to Voldemort speak.

"This is your first—"

The sound was subtle, like the hissing of a snake, but it seemed to be right beside me.

It summoned thick black smoke, which tightened around the throat.

Voldemort took a deep breath and uttered his unfinished words.

"hunting."

The blood-red snake eyes looked at him, and because of the burning murderous intent, they shrank into thin lines in excitement.

"And the Dark Lord will be watching."