Descendants of HP

peace.

Laughter, men and women, lights and festoons, bustling with each other.

None of this has much to do with him.

Draco walked in the shadows, the wet ground, splashing mud, staining his good leather boots.

The dull platinum hair is still conspicuous in the dark alley.

Holding the snake stick in his hand, Draco walked through rows of dilapidated store doors, and finally pushed open a fairly clean wooden door.

"Welcome," Frank, who was wearing a decent tuxedo, smiled more enthusiastically when he saw that it was Draco. "If you need anything, Master Malfoy, please feel free to ask. The shop will serve you wholeheartedly."

Draco pulled out a weird smile: "Say it here?"

Frank took a look. Although there were not many people in the hall, they obviously couldn't satisfy Draco's prudent request.

Frank stretched out his hand: "The VIP room on the second floor is specially prepared for gentlemen like you."

Draco waited for Frank to lead him the way, and the two went up to the second floor.

As he went upstairs, Draco remembered the time just after the war when he happened to see this shop called "Undercity".

On the surface, it was just a dilapidated store, and the door was definitely not special, at most it was relatively clean.Draco would never go in when he saw this kind of shop in the past, but the blood moon that night might have made him feel a little shy, so he pushed the door open.

After entering, I found out that there is indeed a hole in the sky.

Frank is the manager of the underground city, and Draco really doesn't know who the boss is behind the scenes.Frank never said anything, he only said that when the boss appeared, everyone would know what they should know.

Pretending to be mysterious like this reminded Draco of Dumbledore, who had passed away long ago and was now a representative of a saint in the wizarding world.

No matter how Draco thought that Dumbledore was a man who was at most half-deserving and not a great man, he could not deny that Dumbledore had saved him.

To be precise, it was Dumbledore who saved his soul.

It was executed by the damned sarcastic and silent dean of Slytherin.

Thinking of him, Draco's eyes darkened, but he chatted with Frank without revealing anything.Ask what's new and special on the second floor.

The underground city is similar to a black market, and the items sold are not inferior to Knockturn Alley, and the variety is more abundant.

Draco had bought quite a few things the first time he hung out here, so even though Frank later showed him all the useless and boring stuff that wasted his time, he would still Check it out here.

Stores like this one in the Underground City are opened in Diagon Alley, but the items they sell are not of the standard of Diagon Alley, but only found in Knockturn Alley.This made Draco always curious about the owner behind the store - Frank said that he was just a front desk runner.

However, the goods on the surface are quite normal. They are more like grocery stores, and they seem to have everything.But many things were inexplicable, and Draco himself couldn't judge what was going on just from the appearance.

Frank smiled obsequiously: "I'll lead the way for you, you will definitely be satisfied with the goods this time."

Draco nodded reluctantly.

Frank smiled so that his eyes narrowed into slits, looking extra slick.

Draco snorted coldly at this, and followed him around the floor without saying a word.

Frank never said that he was satisfied, but the number of times he really satisfied him can be counted on one hand.

The two looked at the inventory in several rooms, and Draco didn't care about anything.But he didn't have any expectations, so there was no disappointment.He just came out to relax and change his mood. Of course it's good to have what he needs, and it doesn't matter if he doesn't.

Seeing Draco's dissatisfaction and impatience, Frank didn't bother to observe Draco's preferences today. He asked, "You don't have anything you're interested in?"

"Don't you think these children's black magic props are attractive?" Draco's tone was almost sarcastic.

"I'm sorry that the service of this store is not enough to satisfy you. I believe that there will be more and more opportunities for cooperation in the future, Mr. Malfoy, there are many partners in this store, and they will not be able to open in Diagon Alley in the future. Shaoxin store, please appreciate it when the time comes. Of course, the VIP card is universal, you can enjoy the VIP treatment of any store that cooperates with the store, and you will never be neglected."

Frank was not embarrassed at all, and even promoted a wave of partners at the right time.

In short, Draco has always been very happy to work with them, and he is a big client. Frank always has to be more polite to him.

Draco nodded coldly, but he was very concerned about the partners that Frank said: "How do you distinguish between your partners?"

"The logo of the shop is a black and silver unicorn. As long as there is a cooperative relationship, it will be on the signboard." Frank said briefly.

Draco didn't ask any more questions after understanding, and left directly.

When he went downstairs, he leaned against the side of the glass window.

Looking out at the world.

Crowded.

In just a few years, things have changed and people have changed, and the wizarding world has changed a lot, and it is also different from what he saw when he was a child.

War, death, fear... The British wizarding world shrouded in various clouds has now revived, and everything seems to be changing for the better.

Except Slytherin.

Draco withdrew his gaze, and the glass window was suddenly dark, and he couldn't see anything no matter whether he looked from the inside to the outside or from the outside to the inside.

Going out, the sound of the doorbell was blocked inside the door.

Draco walked on the road with a heavy heart, not knowing where he should go in the long night.

In short, it won't be going home. Astoria must still be there now. He doesn't want to see her, let alone marry her. He came out just to escape, how could he go back!

But where can he go if he doesn't go back?Have a long talk with the savior?Headed to Diagon Alley for their never-ending Victory Tour?

Draco was confused.

It wasn't until he was in a trance, he didn't know where he walked in, and stopped in front of a shop, that Draco suddenly woke up.

Realizing that he might be bewitched by some kind of magic, Draco raised his guard.

There is nothing special about the store door, it is just an ordinary mahogany door.What is unusual is that apart from the logo of a black and silver unicorn appearing on the plaque in this store, nothing else can be seen clearly.

Draco collected himself, he didn't know where the courage came from, and he pushed open the door of the store.

"Welcome." The ringing of the doorbell was accompanied by greetings from the boss.

Draco walked in cautiously.

"Ah, honored guest, I see, you must have come here for this." The person who was completely covered in a black robe walked over step by step.

"What?" Draco distanced himself from the man, keeping his hand on his wand, his alert raised to the highest level.

"It's right here." The mysterious clerk pointed to the empty floor in front of their toes.

"There's nothing here..." Draco stopped abruptly.

Because he saw a coffin appear out of thin air.

"Are you cursing me to die early?!" Draco looked unhappy.

"No, no, customer, this is the most expensive item in the store. It is the blood coffin." The clerk hurriedly explained.

"Don't lie to me, if you can snatch their holy coffin from the blood clan freaks, you can still open a shop here?!" Draco didn't like being played by others at all.

The clerk seemed unaware of the malice in his tone, and he said to himself: "Of course you don't have to believe it, but as long as you have used blood to sprinkle on the holy coffin, you will know that it can create your blood descendants."

"What use is that to me?" Draco didn't want to have children out of wedlock.

"What about resurrection? Don't you have anyone you want to see, but you will never see again?"

He seemed to be trying to seduce him deliberately, Draco's gray-blue eyes stared at the clerk's wretched body with a cold taste.

"Since you don't need it, please leave." The clerk ordered to evict the customer.

Draco blinked, and he was kicked out.

The author has something to say:

Happy birthday Draco, this article is short, and it will be updated weekly temporarily.

I have limited energy, and I really don't know how to separate myself, please forgive me.