Comprehensive film and television: Intrigue is the best

After the game, the Bulgarian Minister of Magic said somewhat disappointedly that they were very brave.

This made Fudge very angry. This guy could speak English, but he pretended not to understand and made him demonstrate for a whole day.

Even when presenting the championship trophy, Fudge looked grim.

Soon everyone returned to the camp. Lucius put his arm around Narcissa and turned to look at Draco and Mu Yan to prevent them from getting separated. Then they quickly returned to the camp. The house-elves packed up the things in the camp, and they rode Pegasus back to Malfoy Manor overnight.

It was almost midnight when they returned to the manor. Everyone went back to their rooms to rest, and Draco sneaked into Mu Yan's room again.

There were many moving portraits in the manor. As soon as Draco entered, Lucius found out and told Narcissa.

"Xiaolong is a lot like you. He knows what he wants, but you still need to talk to him about birth control measures."

"Hmph! That's fine. I don't want to go to Azkaban to get him."

Lucius said, and then he kissed his wife tenderly.

Mu Yan just came out of the bath and saw Draco reading a book on her bed.

As soon as Draco saw Mu Yan, he immediately stood up and approached her, using his wand to cast a spell to dry her long hair.

Then he lay down on the other side of the bed and gently patted the pillow next to him.

"Baby, it's getting late, let's go to bed early."

"it is good."

As soon as Mu Yan lay down, she was embraced in the cool embrace of Qingpingguo.

"Goodnight kiss." Mu Yan kissed him on the chin.

In the darkness, Draco kissed her forehead accurately, and she slept well that night.

The next morning, at breakfast time, an owl delivered the Daily Prophet.

After reading it, Lucius handed it to Mu Yan with a pale and nervous face.

All I saw was a report about a riot that broke out after the Quidditch World Cup and several Muggle-born wizards were killed.

The picture shows a green python extending from a skull in the dark sky. This is the mark of the Dark Lord.

"It's not safe recently. After Draco and I return to school, Uncle Lucius and Aunt Narcissa try not to go out. Be sure to take the pins I gave you. Voldemort likes to bluff, and he won't win."

Narcissa looked at Lucius worriedly.

Lucius reached out and held Narcissa's hand on the dining table, and soothed her gently, "Now is the best choice. The Dark Lord's mark will never hurt me again. Even if Fudge knew that You-Know-Who was back, he would be foolish to do nothing. I will put my work at the Ministry of Magic on hold for the time being, and just take this as a holiday to accompany you."

Mu Yan and Draco looked at each other, and they left the restaurant silently.

Back in the room, the house-elf brought food.

They both ate some, and then started to write the rest of their summer homework, occasionally discussing which potion would be more effective in the paper...

The holiday time passed by inadvertently, and the Hogwarts train back to school arrived.

Early in the morning, the weather was gloomy and soon it started to rain heavily.

Mr. and Mrs. Lucius sent Draco and Mu Yan to the station, gave them a few words of advice, and then hugged and said goodbye.

Draco took Mu Yan's hand and walked through the noisy corridor, heading straight for the Malfoy family carriage. Their luggage was placed in the space ring. If anyone asked, they would just answer that they had sent it to the school. No one would doubt it, after all, Mr. Malfoy was the school's director.

"This year will definitely be interesting. I wonder who the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher will be. No matter who it is, I still hope it's the Godfather."

Draco's tone drew out, and he was looking forward to this year's school life.

"No matter who it is, they will only teach for one semester. The Defense Against the Dark Arts class is permanent, but professors are always changing. This position is disposable every year."

Draco thought for a moment and said, "That is indeed the case at the moment. It would be better for Godfather to teach Potions. This position seems to be cursed."

"By the way, baby, do you know any other magic schools?" Draco asked.

"I'm not sure, but I think I've seen it at the Quidditch World Cup."

"I suppose there must be Durmstrang."

"You're definitely right."

Mu Yan leaned against his shoulder and yawned delicately. She got up too early in the morning. The car was warm and Draco's shoulder felt very comfortable. She wanted to take a nap.

"Go to sleep, I'll call you when I get there."

Draco saw Mu Yan who was a little sleepy and spoke softly, while he took out a potion book and started reading.

More than ten minutes before the train arrived at the station, Draco whispered to wake Mu Yan up, and changed her robe in front of her while she was still half asleep.

"Ayan, let's change our clothes quickly."

"I don't want to move. Xiaolong, help me change. Xiaolong is so nice." Mu Yan's beautiful and delicate face was acting coquettishly towards him.

Draco couldn't bear it anymore and immediately helped her change her clothes. He only took off her outer clothes, but he could still touch her softness through the thin clothes. His fingertips trembled unconsciously and his ears turned red.

Draco thought of his father's reminder about contraception and Azkaban, and he felt sober.

"Okay...alright, baby."

Mu Yan kissed him on the corner of his mouth: "Reward!"

After getting out of the car, no matter how heavy the rain was outside, it couldn't wash away Draco's good mood.

As usual, the first-year students were led by Hagrid to take the boat, but it was raining so heavily that the road was invisible. It was estimated that taking the boat in such weather would be a challenge to enter the school.

The third year was still a carriage ride, but this time Draco saw the Thestrals.

In the last few days of summer vacation, Mu Yan took Draco to visit the Muggle world and saw the scene of Muggles executing the death penalty. Draco was not scared. He told Mu Yan that this weapon that made a loud noise was very powerful and the bullet was very fast.

This time, Draco no longer looked down on Muggles, but he still showed disdain and made sarcastic remarks towards them.

Sitting in the carriage pulled by the Night Therius, everyone was more or less wet.

The carriage stopped after entering the last door. Draco got off first and caught Mu Yan. His arms, which looked not so strong but were very powerful, hugged her directly and landed steadily.

Walking up the stone steps and heading towards the entrance hall, the first thing that greeted everyone was Peeves' water balloon bomb. Ron couldn't dodge and got soaked. Just as he was getting angry, Professor McGonagall arrived.

Professor McGonagall scolded Peeves a few words. Peeves made a face, threw the remaining water balls into the air above the students, and quickly slipped away. The students who were hit screamed immediately.

"Come into the Great Hall. It'll be much warmer inside." Professor McGonagall consoled them and led them into the Great Hall.

The students sat at their respective college tables. The ceiling of the auditorium was as thunderous as the sky outside.

"It looks like there will be a new teacher. There are several empty desks in the classroom."

Zabini and Nott beside him said.

Theodore seemed quieter this semester. His father was a fanatical Death Eater, and he participated in the riots after the Quidditch World Cup. He didn't know if this was right, and he was a little confused.

Zabini didn't get a response so he started chatting with Pansy on his left.

Greengrass glanced at Draco several times, but Draco's eyes were either on Yan Mu or around him, without even looking at her. She felt a little unwilling.

Pansy gave up on Draco a long time ago, and she is now having a hot relationship with a fifth-year boy.

Draco was not with Gowercrab this semester. He wanted to be alone with Ayan more often, even if they were in the same space, reading quietly.

After the first-year sorting ceremony, Dumbledore directly announced the start of the dinner.

The plates were instantly filled with all kinds of delicious food. After dinner, Dumbledore, as usual, stated the school's prohibition rules.

Mu Yan was in a trance, playing with Draco's fingers. The pale skin wrapped around the slender fingers, and the cleanly trimmed nails were a little powdery. She could play with this hand for a long time.

Draco looked at her from time to time, and couldn't help but tickle the palm of her hand with his fingertips, with a smug smile on his face.

Mu Yan felt a little itchy at the tip of her heart, she narrowed her eyes slightly and scratched it back.

Draco spread out his palms, interlaced his fingers, and clasped them tightly with hers.

"Ayan, whoever I catch belongs to me. You are mine." Draco's warm breath came to her ears. His voice was very low, but Mu Yan still heard it.