HP's return to innocence

Draco returned to his bedroom. His father was seriously injured, and he hurriedly went through all the affairs of the Malfoy family, the engagement banquet, the Miss Beetle incident, and today's plans. In less than half a month, there were many things. It was scary, even Drake felt a sense of exhaustion.To make matters worse, he suffers from frequent insomnia.

Instead, it was the few nights when Guan Mian was together that he could sleep peacefully.Despite the fact that it definitely wasn't because the sex drained him, it's not like Draco hasn't had sex with other people in the past.In fact, besides his original wife Astoria, Coronet was the second person he could share the bed with for the night.

But even with Astoria, he won't relax too much, not because he is defensive, but because Astoria is a sensitive and a bit fragile girl, she will always wake up from nightmares, and occasionally Crying, even if he is asleep, Drake must be ready to protect his wife at any time.Her condition gradually improved until the birth of the little scorpion, but in the end the death of the little scorpion dealt her the most fatal blow...

And this time, she was no longer his wife. No matter whether the future would be bad or better for the pure-blood nobles, without the surname of Malfoy, maybe it would be a good thing for her, right?

Drake was changing his pajamas when there was a knock on the door: "Drake, can I come in?" The voice was crowning, and Drake was a little surprised that he figured it out so quickly.

"Come in." Putting on his half-removed shirt, Draco opened the door.

After entering the door, Crown sat directly on Drake's bed: "I want half of your bed."

"what?"

"The other half of your bed will always belong to me."

"you sure?"

"Even if I leave you now, what will I do after I have freedom? I still try to make you mine, so everything is back to the beginning."

"At that time, maybe you won't be so attached to me." Draco sat beside Guan Guan. It must be admitted that he was in a very happy mood at the moment, and even his fatigue disappeared a lot...

"No longer attached to you, what else would I be attached to? Dominating the world? Defeating Dumbledore? Immortality?" Crown rolled his eyes, "That's even worse, and you'll be the first to kill me at that time."

"Maybe you'll find some other obsession, or some other man or woman."

"But that hope is too slim."

"So you think you can live with that kind of life?"

"I don't know." Guan Guan's eyes were a little confused, "Actually, it's like when I was just split off, I never expected to fall in love with a Malfoy brat like you, but it did happen. I don't know the future now. What will happen to me, I only know now, I will not let you go."

"In Muggle parlance, you're a ticking time bomb, Tom."

"So, will you defuse this bomb—kill me?" Crown looked a little discouraged, because thinking from Draco's point of view, this was indeed the most sensible choice, as for the things Draco had promised him.Anyway, not to mention the unbreakable oath, they don't even have a single contract in black and white.

It's just a violation of the verbal agreement, and it's not a big problem for Malfoy, who has made deception a talent.

"No, I will marry you."

"..." Crown froze, he was thinking, did Draco say this simply to stabilize him, in case he did something that would not be good for the little thing in his stomach, or was it sincere?

"That beetle is Rita Skeeter. In a short time, I have controlled her. And according to the resources the Malfoy family has at this stage, I am going to..." Ignoring the stunned crown, Draco began to talk to Coronet told his plan, and by the time the official came to his senses, he was more than halfway through.

"Wait! Wait!" He made a stop gesture to Draco, "Aren't you going to hide this from me? It's about the division of labor between partners. Why did you suddenly say so much?"

"My mother knows more than [-]% of what my father did outside. As a Malfoy, I also have the obligation to do my best for the family."

"That is to say, there is nothing to hide or not to hide. You played me? You want me to leave on purpose?"

"No, it's just the final test. I want to know if you really want to live with me, or if it's just a momentary lust. If you choose freedom, then I will kill you."

"You annoy me, you know that, Mr. Malfoy?"

"Imagine."

"Then in turn, if you want to marry me, I think you also need a test, Mr. Malfoy."

"I will work hard to fulfill your wish, my love."

"Don't call me so nasty, then my wish is very simple, I want Dumbledore's beard."

"what?"

"Not one or two, but all. Of course, you don't have to bring me his beard, but I want to see an Albus Percival with a clean chin" Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, that's it.When will you pass the test, when will I really agree to marry you! "Guan Guan stood up and left neatly.

Draco looked at the closed door with a helpless wry smile on his face, but forget it, this is also the fun between husband and wife...

Drake put aside the question of getting Dumbledore's beard for now, after all, 17 years old is the minimum legal age for marriage in the wizarding world in England, there are still nearly four years until that day, and there is no rush - if the crown knows that he thinks so, Definitely going to be furious again.But his plan was about to start the next day.

I don’t know when and from whom, a rumor spread throughout the British wizarding world——that silky and miserable pure-blood noble Aurel Clayton, who was found under London Bridge not long ago, actually In fact, he was a spy who infiltrated the Death Eaters, and he successfully passed information on a Death Eater gathering to the Ministry of Magic.

As long as the Ministry guys weren't so useless, they'd be able to catch the fleeing Death Eaters that time.However, the fact is that none of them caught them, not even one of the other's cloaks.Instead, Clayton's identity was exposed and he died tragically.

The people had already disliked the Ministry of Magic, and the Clayton incident became the fuse that ignited their anger...

"Shit! What the fuck is going on! When did Clayton become an undercover agent! Besides, when there is a problem with arresting people, how can it be my problem?! I don't even know about that operation! Aurors are the bloody bastards!!" Fudge walked into the office cursing, flicking his wand around, but apparently it had no effect on the colorful stains on his little bowler hat and coat.

Fudge regretted not flying directly to the Ministry of Magic, only to be attacked.But who made him always want to enter through the main entrance and admire people's admiration, envy, admiration, even hatred and so on?It seems that his problem needs to be corrected.

"Hello, Mr. Minister." Fudge was about to give up his hat and coat on the coat rack when a voice behind him startled him.

"Horse, Malfoy?!" Of course, it could only be Malfoy, with gorgeous platinum-blonde hair, a lazy and cunning accent, and a smile that was so dazzling to him at the moment.Damn it, why didn't he find out that there was still someone in the office?Looks like he's going to get another secretary again!Is there no man or woman who can ignore Malfoy's Galleon and beauty? !

"What's the matter, Malfoy?" Fudge sat behind his desk with a sullen face. In fact, he had made up his mind that if Malfoy's words were slightly unsatisfactory, he would use him to vent his anger.It seemed like a good idea for him to go outside and disperse the crowd.

"Clayton is not a spy, I think you know that very well."

"Is this the nonsense you want to say?"

Lucius—Draco who had taken Polyjuice Potion—still kept smiling, but cursed Fudge in his heart. Since he was so ignorant, there was no need for him to remain friendly: "I heard, The Wizengamot intends to terminate your term early."

Fudge's face, which was flushed just now because of anger and dissatisfaction, turned pale in an instant.He didn't think Lucius was alarmist. In fact, some people in the Wizengamot had expressed their dissatisfaction with him before.But the situation at that time was not so bad, and the Quidditch World Cup and the Triwizard Tournament were about to begin. At this time, the change of ministers would not be good for the reputation of the British magic community.

But now, the people have developed into waving wands directly at the Minister of Magic...

"Ahem!" Fudge coughed twice, trying to restore his complexion and emotions to normal, and he finally realized that the other party's arrival was purposeful, and it was likely to help him.As for whether this Malfoy has ulterior motives or not, Fudge thinks he is quite sensible and will not be led by the nose, "I'm sorry, I was a little out of sorts just now. You know my character, Lucius, I can't stand it the most." Just being framed. Those wizards, Merlin knows exactly where they heard those inexplicable things."

"Actually, I don't really know where those rumors came from. It seems that everyone said that overnight."

"Spreading rumors is prohibited, and it should be written into the law! Those who can't control their mouths should let them kiss a dementor!"

Drake raised his eyebrows. This guy probably didn't understand his current situation, and a large part of it was caused by the dementors, but of course Drake would not remind him, after all, this guy probably wouldn't listen, and Drake wouldn't listen. Not to make Fudge a brilliant Minister of Magic.

"Although I don't know how the rumors spread, the results of these rumors are obvious. Your position is shaken, and the mistakes of the Aurors are ignored. And, I don't think you know, if you are forced to leave If you are appointed, then Rufus Scrimgeour will be the most popular candidate to succeed you, bar none."

"..." Fudge pursed his lips in silence, his small eyes shone with a fierce and almost vicious light.

Undercover or not, Clayton's death probably had something to do with that capture, and it was an Auror office operation of which Fudge really had no idea.Now the Aurors screwed up, but Fudge was to blame.But as the owner of the Auror office and the commander of the next operation, Scrimgeour wants to take his place? !

"And I think you will be very interested in this photo." Drake put a photo on the desk, and then slowly pushed it over.

Looking at the environment, it should be a bar. It doesn't matter if it is a broken cauldron, three broomsticks or other places. Anyway, most bars in the wizarding world are dirty and dilapidated.Rufus Scrimgeour, Arthur Weasley, Alastor Moody, a few other Aurors, and a few strangers were drinking in the bar.

A thin white finger pointed to a stranger in the photo: "He is Remus Lupine. Although he is in rags, he is the favorite student of Principal Dumbledore. Lido is proud. And this photo was taken three days ago."

This is also thanks to Colin Creevey. Before Drake left, he told him a few secret passages and helped him buy a cheap but effective invisibility cloak.So this paparazzi student in the wizarding world is even more comfortable. He often sends the negatives he has taken to Drake, who will help him develop them-after all, developing potions in the wizarding world are not cheap.

In return, if Creevey's photos are purchased by the publishing house, Drake can get [-]% of the proceeds.Of course, Drake doesn't value this small amount of money, and there are not many photos that can be sold at this stage.What Drake valued was the good stuff that Creevey accidentally photographed, such as the current one.

In fact, this was just a small gathering at the Pig's Head Bar. Scrimgeour was just going to inspect the work of his subordinates. Since the last dementor attack happened, he would always go there every three or two days.But now, this photo has a different effect in Fudge's eyes.

"And the day before yesterday, when I inspected the property, I found an interesting thing."

Fudge was panting heavily, obviously he had been a little bit irrational by the shock of the "facts" in front of him.

"There are some uninvited guests in Black's old house, and the name of the one who invited them in is Sirius Black. But you know, I don't like this uncle, nor does my wife. He is a betrayer. , the stainer of the family's reputation..."

"I don't want to listen to your ramblings, Lucius Malfoy! I want to catch this fugitive!" Fudge slapped the table and stood up.

"I'd be happy to send him to you, too." Draco also stood up and bowed to him, "How about tomorrow night?"

"Why wait until tomorrow night?!" Fudge almost growled.

"It's easier to act stealthily at night without being discovered. As for tomorrow... I think you'd better use a day to organize some trustworthy people. Then, I will open the door of Black's old house for you. But please allow I don't fight, and you know Malfoys aren't very good at waving wands at people."

After a brief silence, Fudge nodded: "Yes, you are right. Tomorrow night..."

Draco left Fudge's office, but he said in his heart: happy full moon night.