[HP] Time Corner

The Quidditch World Cup is about to begin, and even the air is filled with excitement.

Let's go!At this time, it was still pitch black outside, and Draco sat in front of the mirror to take care of himself-after the blood awakened, the necessary disguise must be carried out.

Thanks to the ancestors of the Malfoy family, he had already thought of the measures after the awakening of the blood—otherwise, how would he cover up his overlong hair, pointed ears, and unusually delicate eyebrows and eyes!

Next, the clothes must not have a single wrinkle, and there are decorations—

Finally done.Draco straightened the collar of his suit again, nodded in satisfaction at himself in the mirror, then pushed the door open and walked down the stairs.

In the living room, Mom and Dad just sat on the sofa waiting for themselves.Narcissa rushed up and gave Draco a hug, "My little prince, you're finally down!" Lucius just nodded slightly, but the corners of his raised lips showed his satisfaction with his son's attire.Well, Malfoy, dressed in luxurious and elegant clothes, is like a royal family on tour.

"How?" Narcissa was a little anxious, "We should hide our identities when we go—do I look like a Muggle?" She turned around gracefully, "I didn't expect Muggles to have such tasteful clothes. " Narcissa smiled coquettishly, and Lucius' eyes darkened here.

"Your Royal Highness," Draco stepped forward and knelt down on one knee, "Your charm has conquered me, please accept my allegiance!"

Narcissa smiled lovingly, "You little trickster!" Lucius grabbed his wife's arm, and the corners of his mouth were pulled down at an angle of 45°, "Draco, where's your aristocratic etiquette?!"

Narcissa smiled happily, "Your father is jealous! Xiaolong ignores him, come on, grab my arm, we are leaving."

"Forgive me, Mom, I want to try ordinary people's way of travel."

"Xiaolong, I have to say, your decision is too un-Malfoy. You need a portkey to go to the arena, which is a very unsightly way of travel." The noble said sarcastically.

"Dad, come on," he raised his eyebrows, "You still have a date with Mom, then, please—" Draco stretched out his hand gracefully, "Mom, I wish you a pleasant journey."

"In that case, Portkey." Lucius handed a snake-shaped key to our little boy, "If you change your mind, let Doki take you there."

"Okay, Dad. Bye, Dad!"

It is also a kind of pressure for the son to grow up. Lucius sighed and shook his head. He turned his head and looked at the beautiful face of his wife in his arms——

"Sissy, Xiaolong's suggestion is good. Since our son is so considerate, let's go on a date first, it's still early."

"Luke!" Narcissa said angrily, and pinched the soft flesh in his waist, "Hiss—"

Narcissa smiled, "Xiaolong, let's take a step first, and you should be more careful." Then, she wrapped her arms around the waist of the platinum nobleman, and the two disappeared in front of him.

Draco shook the portkey.

【It was too late and then soon, he felt that there seemed to be a hook behind his navel that hooked forward with irresistible momentum, and he lifted his feet off the ground and flew up.I can't see anything clearly.His index finger was tightly stuck to the portkey, as if possessing a magnetic force, pulling him over, pulling him over, and then—]([]from the original work)

His feet hit the ground hard - Dad was right, it was so un-Malfoy that way!Draco thought bitterly.

"Five past seven, from Malfoy Manor." Only one voice said, with a little surprise.

Draco handed over the Portkey in his hand - the little silver snake.

"What a fine portkey, Mr. Malfoy, I didn't expect you to choose to come here like this. Please wait a moment, I will find out where your camp is...Malfoy...Malfoy..." He Look on the paper list. "About a quarter of a mile, the first camp ahead. The groundskeeper is Mr. Zabini."

"OK, thanks."

Draco walked alone through the desolate swamp, almost invisible in the thick fog.After walking for about 10 minutes, a door gradually appeared in front of me, and then a small stone house.

Draco could just make out the hundreds of oddly shaped tents behind the stone huts, rising up the gentle slope of the vast lot that stretched out to a dark forest of trees on the horizon.

He walked towards the door of the stone house.A man stood by the door, looking over the tents.As soon as the man heard his footsteps, he turned to look at him.

"Good morning!" Draco said reservedly, Zabini's Squib uncle.

"Good morning! Little Mr. Malfoy." The man looked very happy, he said, "This event is really grand, I have earned countless Galleons...The registration is completed, and Mr. Malfoy is waiting for you in front .”

"By the way," Mr. Zabini said mysteriously, "Your family is the most dressed like Muggle nobles I have seen today. You haven't seen Blaise," he couldn't help laughing, " Hahaha, he thought he had good eyesight, so he picked out a lady's nightgown. When he came over, I almost laughed like crazy. Oh, Merlin, my poor nephew!"

"Just now there was a guy walking around wearing a pleated skirt and a South American cape, like playing tricks, hahahaha, okay, okay, go quickly. Don't waste your time!"

Draco smiled kindly, he would never admit it - he was going to have a good laugh at Blaise.

He trudged across the misty encampment, between two long rows of tents.Most of the tents don't look special, obviously their owners took pains to make them as similar as possible to Muggle tents, but some accidentally overdid it, adding chimneys and bells. Rope or weather vane, make neither fish nor fowl.However, occasionally there are a few tents, which can be seen to be enchanted at a glance-in the center of the camp, there is a tent that stands out in particular.It uses a lot of striped silk extravagantly, and it looks like a small palace. There are several live peacocks tied at the entrance, and there is a garden in front of the door, which is complete with birdbath, sundial, fountain and so on.There was also at the door, oh, Merlin, those were his parents, and he knew that the tent in the show bag must belong to their family!

Draco sighed.Seeing her son coming over, the elder Malfoy nobleman gave him an appreciative look, and Narcissa's mother was much more straightforward, and directly sent a sweet kiss.

Excitement spread over the camp like a palpable cloud.At dusk, even the still summer air seemed to tremble with anticipation.Draco could hear hundreds of people moving around, shouting, laughing, and intermittent singing.The frenetic excitement was so contagious that Draco finally couldn't help laughing.

All this—maybe you could call it a pre-apocalyptic carnival.Although, now, he went back in time, he knew that the cloud of war was close at hand, but—occasional indulgence is also okay—right? !

— Oh, Krum, buy a dozen of his idols, badges and memorabilia.

Lucius Malfoy saw his son return to his innocent smile, with the corners of his perfect mouth slightly raised.Merlin knew that ever since his son woke up from a nightmare, he had been depressed, and his maturity had shocked both him and Sissy. If he hadn't known that no one could tamper with Malfoy Manor, he would almost have thought that his precious son had been raped. People dropped bags.Now, thankfully, thankfully... thanks to Quidditch.