Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 5 Draco with cat hair allergies
Following Dobby into the interior of the Malfoy Manor, Hera looked at the interior decoration, almost drooling.

Luxuriously decorated, rich furniture, marble fireplaces and gilded mirrors.The foyer was large, with portraits on the walls and a stone floor tiled almost entirely covered by a rich rug.

This... This is the smell of money!
Hera held the Siamese cat a little cautiously, found a chair and sat down, quietly waiting for Lucius to come out.

The Siamese cat seemed a little uncomfortable being held by Hera. After struggling a few times, it jumped out of Hera's arms and took a graceful walk in the hall.

Hera didn't bother to care about him, anyway, the Siamese cat was a stepping stone, and she didn't give gifts out of her mind, and she almost couldn't eat, so she didn't pay attention to the aristocratic cards.

"Hehe, I don't know why Mr. Lestrange came here today?" Lucius Malfoy walked gracefully into the entrance hall holding a snake-headed cane.

It was also rare for Hera to look at her brother-in-law whom she hadn't seen a few times, with pale blond hair, cold gray-blue eyes, and pale pointed face.

Anyway, it looks like a kidney deficiency.

Even that hairline looks pretty dangerous.

Hera remembered seeing Mr. Borgin's Mediterranean bald head yesterday, and suddenly felt that it might be possible to sell shampoo in the magic world.

Hera put all the miscellaneous thoughts out of her head, stood up and smiled. "Haha, brother-in-law, you are too out of touch. Didn't I think that I haven't visited you after graduation?"

In fact, he said that Lucius is his brother-in-law. There is no problem. Lucius' wife Narcissa is from the Black family, and Bella is Narcissa's sister. Bella is married to the Lestrange family.

"Oh? Then today is just a simple visit?" Lucius tightly held the cane in his hand, which seemed to give him a great sense of security.

"Hehe, not all of them." Hera's eyes moved, and she caught a glimpse of the child hiding behind the tapestry, with a bad uncle's smile on her face: "This is my dear little nephew, right? Draco?"

Lucius snorted and didn't say much, and he couldn't figure out the purpose of Hera's arrival, so it would be good to let Draco try it out.

Draco glanced at Lucius, seeing that his father didn't respond at all, and came out timidly from behind the tapestry.

Looking at Draco up to his waist, Hera showed an old fox's smile on the corner of his mouth, and patted Draco's hair casually, "Draco is so big, alas, I was at Hogwarts before, and I didn't have time. We are all the same age, and we will move around more when we have the opportunity."

Lucius tapped his cane lightly on the carpet, and said in a low, greasy, snake-like tone: "Draco, what did you teach me before?"

Then Hera saw the thin little man trying to straighten his chest, raised his head, and said in the same tone as his father: "Hi, Mr. Lestrange, I'm Draco Malfoy."

After finishing speaking, he leaned his left hand on his right chest, bowed his body slightly and nodded at the same time.

"Oh, such a cute kid, why are you so old-fashioned." Hera rubbed Draco's hair, messing up Draco's docile hair directly.

"Ahem." Hera also noticed this, coughed twice, and stretched out both hands to try to restore Draco's hair to its original shape.

But it seemed to be getting more and more messy, Draco's eyes frantically aimed upwards, but he still couldn't see his hairstyle after all, so he could only cast his help-seeking eyes to Lucius.

"Okay, Hera, let's call it a day." Lucius resisted the urge to pull out his wand and cast a curse on Hera, and said in a low voice, but Hera could still feel the anger in it.

"Ahem, don't be so ignorant!" Hera rubbed her hands, looking at Draco's hair like a chicken coop with a little embarrassment, "Draco, you should go to school this year, I have prepared a pet for you, you will definitely like it!"

"Ah? Is it a dragon?" Draco raised his toes slightly with widened eyes.

Hera smiled inwardly, as expected she was still a child.
how is this possible! ?
How rich do I have to get you a dragon cub?Why would I come to Malfoy Manor if I could do it?
"Uh, awesome, I guessed wrong." Hera smiled a little awkwardly, bent over and picked up the Siamese cat that just passed by, and held it in front of Draco.

Only Draco frowned and sneezed hard.

Hera's smile could hardly be maintained anymore.

At this time, Lucius finally displayed his dignity as the head of the clan, and the cane hit the ground heavily, even though it was already covered with a thick layer of blanket, there was still a muffled sound.

But who is Hera?

Naturally, he noticed a little different movement.

This muffled sound was obviously due to the fact that there was no space below, otherwise such a sound would not have been made.

"Okay, Mr. Lestrange, let's get straight to the point." Lucius flirted with Draco, and Draco walked back inside while sneezing.

Hera hugged the Siamese cat awkwardly, almost forgetting her purpose.

"Is it convenient to talk here? Mr. Malfoy." Hera threw the cat in her arms aside and let him play by himself, and said solemnly.

Lucius raised his eyebrows, nodded slightly, and said in a deep and greasy voice, "Malfoy Manor is naturally safe enough."

"Okay, then I'll just say it directly, I hope to get permission to enter Azkaban." Hera said with a serious expression.

"Oh? Why don't you just go out and torture some Muggles? I believe those Aurors are willing to take you to Azkaban." Lucius smiled, but Hera's expression was as calm as water, as if she didn't hear Lucius' ridicule.

"Both Rodolphus and Bellatrix have been imprisoned in Azkaban, and they are in control of the family's vault key. I hope I can get a chance to inherit the family inheritance." Hera was straightforward and honest, anyway, her purpose was so simple.

As long as he got the Lestrange family's treasury, his hard life would be over!

Still being a fucking professor?
Wouldn't it be nice to live comfortably in an old house and then own dozens of properties in Diagon Alley?

Lucius frowned and thought for a while, rubbing the top of the cane repeatedly with his palm, and said in a deep voice: "This matter is difficult, you should know, the current Minister Fudge is a greedy guy, what can I gain by helping you?"

　New book set sail!
　　Take the recommendation ticket and beat me to death!

　　


(End of this chapter)