People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning.

Chapter 87 At Malfoy Manor
The sunlight shone through the window, illuminating Bagir's somewhat gloomy face.

He's actually a bit weird.

Why is there no criticism of Hogwarts in this report?

Hide the Sorcerer's Stone in the castle.

The professor is a dark wizard.

He can easily think of points to criticize.

It wasn't beyond Rita Skeeter's imagination.

Could it be because Dumbledore had captured an Animagus, and she, who was also an unregistered and illegal Animagus, was afraid of being exposed?
And with her help, Fudge also established a new personality.

Dare to admit mistakes.

Damn!

If you do something wrong, you just bow 90 degrees, and after the Sniema match, that's it. This lifestyle will not be introduced into the politics of the wizarding world.

Baqir didn't think about it.

Because the dormitory is a mess now.

Harry clamored to see Sirius.

Ron kept his head down, ashamed for mocking Draco yesterday and treating Quirrell as a good person.

Neville and Seamus were cleaning the dormitory, remembering all the places where Scabbers might have been.

And Bagir himself.

Hermione barged into the dormitory with a newspaper and sat on his bed unceremoniously.

Pull him to watch it together.

After accidentally crossing the line last night, Hermione became much bolder.

Dare to be intimate with Bagir openly without blushing.

Damn it! Why couldn't he hold back for a moment?

It can only be said that what grew along with the immortal golden eyes was not only his height, but the structure in his body responsible for reproduction was now basically mature.

The withered seedlings need clear spring water, the bitter cold winter needs the scorching sun, and the hibernating insects need the call of the Waking of Insects.

And a mature body also needs the continuation of life.

The soul of an old pervert cannot stop at satisfying his eyes.

Once again, with the strongest body at his age, it was good enough that he could brake.

However, this is not without its advantages.

Perhaps it is because of maturity in a certain sense that the real magic scale marked in the wizard's data no longer stops at 7.

It rose to 8 quietly.

But some people, even at the age when they should be fathers, are still immature.

Sirius Black, at this moment, was squatting on the ground like a big dog.

He looked at his nephew eagerly.

"So listless? Can you smile?"

Lucius Malfoy's head had been taken home by Narcissa.

Draco didn't go back.

He said trying to hide his weakness and act like a true Malfoy.

As Slytherin's Seeker, he stood his ground and won the Quidditch Cup.

But in the eyes of Sirius, who was still a big kid and had never gone through puberty.

His nephew's poker face was so boring.

At his strong request, he and Draco moved into an empty classroom on the 8th floor.

Apart from sleeping and washing up last night, he had been working hard to get a smile on Draco's face again.

He barked like a dog, made faces, told jokes, tickled his own itch, gossiped about things (the scandals of the Head of Slytherin and Snape the Snotlout), and did everything he could think of.

His nephew, Draco Malfoy, remained indifferent.

So, Sirius said angrily, "Why don't you play Quidditch? You're a seeker like Harry! You joined the school team in your first year, and you're almost as good as James."

Draco, who had always had a wooden face and empty eyes, suddenly had a glimmer of light in his eyes.

"? What is it because of? Quidditch or Harry?" Sirius noticed it and a thought flashed through his mind.

His ill-fated relationship with Snape made him subconsciously lean towards the latter.

He said tentatively: "How about we go find Harry?"

"No, no Harry, no Harry Potter." Draco seemed to wake up from a dream.

Sirius was pleasantly surprised, "Okay, let's go find Harry. The Gryffindor Common Room is also on the eighth floor. I haven't been back for a long time."

On the other side, Bagel, who was expecting Sirius to be visited by Snape and have fun with him, exclaimed in his heart.

"I wipe!"

He quickly pulled his hand away from Hermione's butt.

Ignoring Hermione's blushing face, Basil stood up. "Why don't we go for a walk by the lake?"

Hermione nodded and followed.

Basil was not a person of moral purist who could not meet the son of Lucius Malfoy, whom he indirectly caused to die.

Nor was it an attempt to avoid a possible gay scene between Draco and Harry.

After all, the way Harry and Ron spend time together is gay enough.

Rather, Bagel was not operating on only two fronts just now - talking to Hermione while watching the conversation between Draco and Sirius.

In fact, it is three lines.

Narcissa Malfoy must have felt this deeply.

In the Chamber of Secrets at Malfoy Manor.

The tall breasts kept trembling with the rapid breathing.

Mrs. Malfoy, who was usually so arrogant, now had a look of helplessness in her eyes.

While running, because the shoes were lost, the exposed jade-like toes rubbed against the rough ground, leaving a charming pink color.

It all seems like yesterday.

But at that time, Lucius was by her side.

The warmth of his broad palm.

It was a sunny day with the sun rising and white peacocks singing in the hedges.

The master possessed the man and sealed the manor.

He walked backwards into the mansion.

The portraits of the Malfoy ancestors served as a reminder.

Her father-in-law Abraxas noticed something was wrong from the beginning and walked into the picture frame in front of the entrance to reminisce about the past.

She was dragged by Lucius into the secret room.

But all is in vain.

Scarlet eyes appeared in front of them.

All defensive magic was broken.

The body is out of control.

I watched helplessly as Lucius's hair was shaved and magic runes were engraved on it.

She was given Polyjuice Potion.

Being cursed not only makes one unable to speak, but also makes one lose other expressive abilities as well.

Until the afternoon of June 6st.

The curse disappeared.

Later she found out that it was Lucius who died at that time.

And today.

The same scene happened.

The only difference was that he was walking into the mansion head on.

After breaking through the defensive magics one by one, the face that appeared was no longer as white as chalk, it had no nose and its eyes were scarlet.

It was the handsome face she had only seen in the photo in her sister Bella's bedroom.

"Master~" Her voice trembled, and she didn't even dare to mention the slightest hatred.

I dare not even think about why the master would change his form and be resurrected in a younger form.

Why was Dobby not fixed in place this time, but following behind him, floating like a toy balloon, tied with a string.

"You've got the wrong person. I'm Tom Riddle." Basil said, controlling the body.

"You are the master." Mrs. Malfoy's head almost dropped to the ground, and her pear-shaped buttocks were even more attractive under the black robe.

"Do you know why Lucius died?"

Without waiting for her to answer, Basil continued, "Because of the diary. It is Voldemort's Horcrux."

Mrs. Malfoy's breathing became more rapid and her toes curled up subconsciously.

Raise your head and look out over your slender swan neck, and you can see the beautiful scenery of the mysterious area.

"Please spare Draco's life!"

Bagir squatted down and looked at it with interest, the fresh fragrance of a mature woman rushed into his nostrils.

Considering that this body was not his own, he did not take another step forward to lift her chin.

Instead, he said calmly: "What can you give?"

"Everything," said Narcissa Malfoy firmly.

The making of Horcruxes is not a very rare knowledge. It's just that Voldemort thinks that few people know about it. It's in "Advanced Dark Arts". It's just that normal people won't do it. It splits the soul. Therefore, the characteristics of Horcruxes have not been classified and are difficult to identify. Lucius Malfoy didn't recognize that the diary was a Horcrux. After all, there is a real afterlife in this world. The Death Hall of the Ministry of Magic has done research on this. Some families with a longer history should also know about it. For example, Regulus Black in the original book knew about Horcruxes. He sacrificed his life for it. Therefore, Narcissa, who I wrote also from Black, also knew about it.

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