[HP] Magic didn't give up on you

Malfoy Manor welcomed some special guests today.

Just after Christmas and another New Year's Day, the New Year's holiday in [-] was sunny, with white peacocks pacing leisurely in the manor, and the solidified snow glistening in the sun.Every tree in the yard has been carefully pruned, and everything looks clean and tidy.

"Almost, come back, Dobby." Lucius Malfoy's drawn out voice sounded weak, with the same arrogant reserve as always, "Go to the kitchen and don't let the guests see you—although you are Some odd, not at all likable guests, but of course Malfoy maintains his basic manners."

The house-elf of the Malfoy family wore a worn pillowcase, bowed deeply to his master, touched the cold ground with the tip of his long nose, disappeared after a loud bang, and returned to the kitchen.

Five minutes later, several people appeared outside the Malfoy family's manor in the thin winter sunlight. The gate of the manor opened, and Lucius Malfoy put on his familiar smirk and walked towards the door with his wife and son.

"Some rare visitors indeed," he said softly, making an inviting gesture. "Welcome to the Malfoys' house—Mr. Smith, Mr. Black, Mr. Lupine, and this—"

His eyes fell on the last person who came, and the muscles on his face suddenly twitched violently uncontrollably.His voice paused briefly, and then finally said the last last name slowly.

"And this—oh, of course—Ms Evans of the Special Liaison Office."

"It's a surprise that you remember all of our last names, Lucius." Sirius said casually, "I thought you'd have a sudden memory loss and forget a few. But of course, you've always done a good job of saving face— Just kidding, liven up the atmosphere, after all, we are so familiar. Well, go in, don't stand here, January in England is not a season suitable for talking outside."

perhaps.The corner of Lucius' mouth twitched, but without speaking, a group of people walked towards the manor.Petunia walked beside Eli, and the couple silently exchanged glances.

- do you think it is right for me to come here

- If you have to say it, it is not appropriate for anyone to come here, and the reason is still a bit abrupt.

It is true.Petunia looked away, her eyes flicked across the yard.

As the ancestral home of a family of pure-blood wizards, and this family has always been wealthy, this manor can clearly see the traces of careful maintenance, showing the refined elegance of heritage everywhere.It is different from the faint sense of decay of Blake's ancestral house, and the rough construction style of the Weasley family, which requires time and money to settle.

How to pry the mouth of the owner of such a manor and hear some useful information from him?Petunia wasn't sure if their trip would go well, she wasn't terribly optimistic.But of course, it certainly makes sense to act instead of sitting in an office daydreaming whenever possible.

But to be honest, an idiot can see something wrong with a sudden visit to an ancient pure-blood family that has always been at odds with their own side. Their current behavior can only be said to be worse than bringing a team of Aurors to raid the house. Be reasonable.

Look at what reason they were looking for, a private negotiation on the cooperation between wizards and Muggles, which was brokered by Sirius - from the beginning of the person who was the broker, this move was full of weirdness and outrageousness.

But now there is no better way. With the three adults of this generation in the family of Lestrange Manor already dead, sitting in the prison of Azkaban, the manor has already died. It's completely hidden, and people who are not from the family can't find it there.Even if they had actually been there, even if they suspected that Voldemort, who was behind the Ministry of Magic, was hiding there, they had no proof and they couldn't find a place.

And the Malfoy family in front of them was a rare, shrewd and greedy businessman who was not completely dazzled by Voldemort's remarks, and perhaps a person who could communicate a few words.Severus Snape also affirmed this aspect, but it was inconvenient for him to appear here with them today.

It was clear that no one in the family welcomed them.Petunia noticed the blond boy walking next to Lucius Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. She had heard Harry talk about a Slytherin with an unpleasant personality, but there was nothing substantial about it. threat.After experiencing head-to-head battles with basilisks and Voldemort's soul fragments in his first year, Harry's assessment is obviously very accurate.

The boy now had an oddly eaten look on his face, and it looked like walking around them made him a little nauseous.His mother put a warning hand on his shoulder, and his expression barely adjusted, and now it was a subtle feeling similar to a toothache.

The other adults didn't care about him, they walked together seemingly harmoniously all the way, the expressions on everyone's faces were very kind, and they hid their different thoughts deeply in their stomachs.

"We're sorry to disturb you in the New Year, Lucius." Sitting on the sofa in the living room of Malfoy's house, Eli said calmly and gently, "There are some unexpected incidents. It happened during the Christmas holidays. On Christmas Eve, a fire broke out in a Muggle settlement on the outskirts of London, and unfortunately a log cabin was completely burned down."

"Really?" Lucius asked casually, with a calm tone and an indifferent expression, "I'm very sorry, and I hope that no poor people were killed or injured, even Muggles who are said to be equal to us in terms of human rights."

"Unfortunately, I think there was one," Eli said softly. "It burned down, along with a poor young man inside, and all that remained was a blank diary. It was probably one of these Relics inherited from young people, diaries dated 50 years ago. Of course, it doesn't make sense to say that now, but the situation is indeed dire than we thought."

As he was talking, he casually took out a photo of the scene and placed it on the coffee table in the living room of Malfoy's house—it was even a non-moving photo, from a Muggle camera.Lucius Malfoy couldn't help frowning, obviously, he was very unhappy about the presence of such a Muggle thing in his home.

But of course, since there is a Muggle sitting in his house now, relatively speaking, the appearance of this photo here is not such a serious matter.Lucius Malfoy had no interest in it at all, but Eli Smith almost pushed the photo under his nose, and he lowered his eyes slightly and glanced at it quickly as a gesture.

This glance immediately made his eyes pause. He looked at the clear photo of the diary that had been torn in half, paused for a few seconds, and spoke slowly.

"It seems that this young man not only lost his life, but also lost a commemorative item, which is really sad." He said lightly, withdrawing his eyes from the photo, and looked at Yi Len glanced. "Is this a very expensive notebook? It doesn't look like it. Maybe you can buy a similar one somewhere as a memento of the poor young man—he's a Muggle, isn't he?"

"No, he's not a Muggle." Eli said calmly, Lucius' expression suddenly paused subtly, "Sorry, I forgot to say just now, although this fire happened in a Muggle-inhabited area, unfortunately , it appears to have been a young wizard who died in the fire. We discovered that it was no ordinary Muggle fire - a very hot magical fire, not part of white magic, I think you know what I mean."

There was a long silence.

"No, I don't think I understand very well, Mr. Smith." Lucius Malfoy said slowly, "What do you want to say? I guess you don't suspect that I did it. If necessary, I can Cooperate with the investigation and provide me with my whereabouts on Christmas Eve. The Malfoy family held a small dinner party and invited some old friends...Of course, I think Sirius may know some of them, and he can help to provide some evidence."

"Auror's work is very busy, if you can, don't waste my time with such boring things." Sirius said, "Stop beating around here, if you use your brain less and less, you really can't figure it out." , I can remind you—black magic appeared in the Muggle gathering area in London, the capital of the United Kingdom, causing serious damage and bad influence, and black wizards affected the normal life of Muggles."

Lucius didn't get angry because of his attitude, but asked calmly, "So?"

"So it's obvious." Petunia took the topic and said calmly, "The statement that the Ministry of Magic told the Muggle government earlier was that the damage was caused by dark wizard forces outside the UK. This statement is somewhat untenable."

There was a brief silence in the living room, and Lucius Malfoy was slightly taken aback, apparently not expecting that they would bring up this prevarication that everyone knew well.

"Regardless of whether the murderers come from inside or outside the country, since their terrorist activities have not stopped, the cabinet government will impose sanctions on wizards for this kind of behavior." Petunia said, "First of all, the Ministry of Magic needs to intervene in the normal life of Muggles in the country, violating "" The black wizards of the Wizarding Secrecy Act are officially wanted, and in addition, out of protest against the negative response to wizards' dishonesty and inaction, the cabinet government has drafted a plan to suspend wizard-Muggle trade from now on as a warning."

She paused, Lucius Malfoy's eyes fixed on her.

"The Special Liaison Office has noticed that the Malfoy family is the most active family doing business with Muggles apart from official business contacts." Encouraging and respecting the behavior, the cabinet government decided to say hello to the wizards before the decree was implemented. The implementation of this helpless move is not good for both parties, but the situation is forced, and there is no way. I hope the black wizard can be arrested as soon as possible , get just sanctions, the cold winter of exchanges will pass as soon as possible, and the two sides will resume business contacts."

Lucius Malfoy's face changed slightly, he looked at Petunia Evans for a while, and spoke in a low voice.

"Is there any room for discussion on this matter?" He asked.

Penny smiled lightly.

"It depends on the wizard's sincerity, of course," she said.

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Thanks to the drunkard Liuyi for the rocket launcher, and I love the mines that Brother Huiyin used~