HP's return to innocence

It's been a wonderful and nerve-wracking day, Hermione sighed.

When they came back from the outside, Draco expressed regret: "Time is too tight, so we can only look at the scenery nearby."

Merlin!That's just a view of the neighborhood!

But it may indeed be nearby. After all, the greenhouses, stables, lakes, etc. that Drake mentioned before, didn’t have time to see them, so these scenes that shocked her and Creevey almost dislocated their jaws were actually just from Malfoy Manor. "Little" decorations only.

Immediately afterwards, at the dinner table, they were terrified!That's right, it wasn't the shock when I saw the garden, but the real shock.

In the dining room, they sat at the long table—although the Hogwarts table is also very long, but the feeling of a group of people sitting there for dinner is completely different from the feeling at Malfoy's house. If I were to find an adjective, it would be the feeling of "nobility".

The long table is covered with a pure white tablecloth with lace. Before the meal, there are candlesticks, fruit bowls, flowers, and a silver kettle inlaid with emeralds. The sound of music came from nowhere. .

Mrs. Malfoy was wearing a long snow-white evening dress, her golden hair was pulled up high, and a thin diamond necklace was worn on her white neck.Draco changed into a pure black wizard robe, and sat across from her and Creevey with a smile on his face.The first-year Gunter and Gunter's brother sat next to him. The three of them looked very similar, and they didn't have any smiles on their faces. They sat coldly and quietly.

The scene was beautiful, but Hermione felt tense and terrifying.As an Englishman, especially an Englishman living in London, she has seen many aristocrats with German in their names, and there were such students in her primary school class.She even met the queen once, of course, far away.

However, at that time, she didn't think about the nobles, she didn't think they had any sense of mystery, or were more noble and elegant than others.It's just that there is "Germany" in their names, and it's just that their ancestors may be celebrities.

But now she kind of understood why those people were different, because the nobles of the Muggle world had lost their power, status and wealth.But the family sitting opposite her still has all of these, so they are nobles, and they are different from ordinary people.

When she understood this point, Hermione at the dinner table suddenly became less nervous and afraid.Because she told herself that the other party was just a rich "noble" classmate—and besides, the Malfoy elves were so skilled that she almost swallowed her own tongue.

So, when she walked into the guest room, Hermione was no longer shocked or scared, but helpless.

This room made Hermione feel like she had walked into a museum. When she saw the bed, she thought the four-poster bed in the Ravenclaw dormitory was big enough, but this bed told her what is true. So big, Hermione could almost dance on it.

Hermione was too tired to speak when the bathroom was opened.There was no bathtub in there, and Hermione was adamant that it was not a bath, it was a pond!Dolphins can perform in it, oh~ yes, there are no dolphins in it, but there is a very cute juvenile sea dragon, about six feet long.

Hermione was dazzled by the variety of toiletries and cosmetics that almost occupied one wall. Fortunately, she could still recognize several Muggle brands among them.But those brands before that only existed in the legends she heard, the most high-end, almost liquid gold luxury brands.

In a fierce battle of ideas, Hermione carefully used the few that she felt should be the cheapest - as few as possible.

Now, Hermione was lying on the bed, thinking in a drowsy state: I will definitely have a dream tonight, and it will be a nightmare.

At the same time, Draco was not asleep, he went downstairs and knocked on the door of his father's study.

"Come in." Lucius' voice sounded, and it seemed that he had returned.

"Father, I can't sleep and I want to find a book to read."

"Oh?" Lucius raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, I lied." Draco slumped his shoulders helplessly, "I was curious, so I waited until you came back."

"I'm tempted to say 'it's time for the kids to go to bed.'"

"Father~"

"Obviously you're not a good boy~"

Drake ignored Lucius' "reprimand" and sat on the chair opposite the desk: "Father, mother should have brought back the gold cup, right? Why... oh, I understand." Before he found the reason, his Father definitely didn't want another So-and-so Malfoy Gaunt.So Draco quickly changed the subject, "So, how was today at the Ministry of Magic?"

"We should be thankful that we went early." The us Lucius was talking about, of course, were him and other nobles. Of course, he would not go to the Ministry of Magic alone after receiving news from Draco.Lucius had no doubts that if they had been five minutes late, the question for the Ministry of Magic would have been: who drove the acromanders out of the Forbidden Forest - skipping entirely why the origin was Kalimantan Island, and dangerous creatures banned from import by the UK are at Hogwarts, and who is responsible.

"Maybe we won't be able to meet our expectations."

"Is anyone dead?" The guy who later became the guard of Azkaban is still missing. At least Draco didn't see him, and there was also Hagrid.

"Don't worry." Lucius misunderstood. He thought that Drake was worried about those missing people, and even blamed himself. The platinum noble didn't want his son to have any psychological shadow. "No one has been confirmed dead yet. And the rescue has begun."

Death has not been confirmed yet, meaning no body has been found, but...

Acromantula eat in much the same way as their much smaller distant relatives, by binding their food with silk and injecting it with their own venom.No matter how big the prey is, after a maximum of twelve hours, it will become a skin bag full of delicious meat juice - even the cartilage and some fragile bones will melt.At that time, the acromantula can taste the gravy through its mouthparts.

It is conceivable what will happen to the food in this situation, and it is the luckiest to find a few bones.Even with the wizard's medical level, six hours after being taken away, that is to say, now, there is no need for rescue - at most Hagrid is big enough, and he can hold on for a while.

Thinking of this, Draco smiled: "The laughter of family members and the cries of enemies are both happy events worthy of frequent drinking."

Lucius froze for a moment, and looked at his son: "You stole your father's lines, my dear son."

"I'm so sorry, my dear father."

After talking and laughing, Draco returned to his room.In fact, he didn't want to be so relaxed and comfortable in his words, and he didn't even want Hagrid to be eaten by his cuties.After all, the instigator was dead, and Draco didn't think Fudge would offend Dumbledore at this time.It's even possible that Hagrid's mistakes will be mentioned in one stroke, or not at all, and it will only be said to be "an attack from a dark wizard" or something.

In the end, except for a very small number of people, no one knows how the acromantula came to be. Even if someone tells the truth, they are likely to be accused of "sprinkling dirty water on the dead" and set themselves on fire.

In fact, as the headmaster of Hogwarts, Dumbledore is also jointly and severally responsible when major accidents occur in the school, no matter whether these accidents are related to him or not.

Those things that have nothing to do with him can not be mentioned, but it seems that he himself stuffed the Philosopher’s Stone into the school—if he really wanted to protect that stone, why didn’t he carry it with him—attracting the covetousness of the Dark Lord; please A half-giant professor who used dangerous magical creatures in the classroom; hired a Houtian werewolf who couldn't control himself on a full moon night as a professor, and the werewolf almost bit the student, and so on, the biggest responsibility lies in His affairs turned out to have basically nothing to do with him.

The Sorcerer's Stone was destroyed, and because of this, points were added to the Savior, allowing him to take away the Academy Cup; for the half-giant matter, it was Buckbeak who was cut off, and even Hagrid continued to be his professor; the werewolf was more unlucky and was resigned Although he was resigned, many people still expressed regret for it?

Just because he is the greatest White Wizard, the leader of justice, everything he does is right!It is others who are wrong, even other beasts.And this time, with Hagrid dead, there would be no leader of the White Wizard.

Draco suddenly had the urge to drink again, but it wasn't a celebratory drink like he told his father, but a dull drink.Of course, he won't drink too much, he just needs to drink a little, just a little.

When Draco returned to the door of his room, he found Crown standing there: "So you went out, I thought you were asleep."

"what's up?"

"Can we go in and talk?"

Draco hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."

The two entered the room, Diadem took out a shrinking bottle from his pocket, tapped his wand, and the bottle immediately became bigger—they were supposed to be in Hogwarts now, but because of the haste to leave, it was obvious that the Ministry of Magic and The school didn't even have time to give them the statement prohibiting the use of magic.

"liquor?"

"Flame whiskey, I got it from the ring, how about it, do you want to try it?" Guan Crown smiled harmlessly, but in his heart he was thinking about how he would use the aggressive method if someone refused.

It was a little bit surprising that the good boy—obviously Crown Crown hadn't heard Lucius' description of his son just now—Draco nodded very simply: "Of course, you finally did the right thing, Tom. "

Guan Guan gritted his teeth, the soul piece and the main soul have the same thing in common is that they all hate the name Tom!But sadly, now only he is Tom.But that's okay, he'll let his little bastard change his name soon!

Your Excellency?Sir?Master?His Majesty?Or...it seems good to call me dear...

So two pseudo-gents, a 12-year-old in appearance and an 11-year-old in appearance, sat down with a smile and drank wine.

And Draco found himself getting drunk a little faster this time, which he blamed on his 12-year-old body not being used to alcohol.But the feeling of being hot all over because of drunkenness is very comfortable... Besides, why is his clothes a little tight and uncomfortable?

Aging Potion doesn't work on Horcruxes, but it apparently works on Drake.Guan Guan looked at the drunk platinum prince, because he was unconscious, he voluntarily took off his gradually shrinking clothes, and then crawled towards the bed in a daze.

Guan Guan sneered (sexy should be considered a hot laugh) and followed him into bed. Little Malfoy believed in the restrictions he set, but he never thought that making love, and preparing for it beforehand, is not considered harm.

Of course, one can't really do anything at this age, after all, the big tree in the future is still just a small fork.But it didn't matter, with the Dark Lord's skills, he could make the Platinum Prince cry and beg for mercy even with only his hands.

So, he also climbed onto the bed, but he only touched it twice before he heard the platinum prince say: "Don't move, you make me itchy, honey, don't worry, I will satisfy you... um ? How did you get so small?"

Of course, nothing else is important, only the initial "don't move" is important!

The terrified Crown could only watch helplessly as the adult platinum beauty embraced her, then turned around and "pressed" him underneath...