A Hogwarts dissertation guide

"We have to think of something." In a luxurious living room, Narcissa carefully made a cup of strong tea for Lucius. "Master, what's your reaction?"

Lucius insisted on pouring a little Ogden's old strong whiskey into it, then he picked up the newspaper and browsed the news of the day.

"Master has known this for a long time." Lucius said in a serious tone. "The Ministry of Magic has no basis. They are just a bunch of rabble... But he can't figure out the depth of Edward Lumpo... He thinks it's Quirrell." His ability is too poor... and he refuses to admit that he is no match for Lumpo."

"What about us?" Narcissa asked quietly.

"We have no retreat, there was none from the beginning." Lucius put the newspaper on the coffee table. The headline on the first page was "Dark wizards are at large, bringing shame to the country."

"Should we give up here?" Narcissa asked cautiously. She turned back and looked at the direction upstairs. "Xiao Long has just adapted to life in Durmstrang. Are we leaving again? Where else can we go? ?" Her face was full of sadness, which was definitely rarely seen on her face.

"We have to break the boat," Lucius raised his head, "I have to do something for the Dark Lord. Regarding family matters... I'm afraid I have to honor you."

"It should be." Narcissa sighed.

"When the Dark Lord regains his body, our Malfoy family will surely rise again." Lucius gently hugged his wife and pushed her into his arms.

"I don't know whether this road can be successful." Lucius said softly, "But if you don't hear from me, you take Draco and leave here, leave Europe... don't go to America, throw away your wand, and pretend to be Muggles, no one will find you, I have disguised your identity for you, you can go to Africa as an investor."

"..." Narcissa pushed herself up hard and stared at her husband closely, as if she wanted to imprint his appearance in her mind.

"I have to get ready to go." Lucius gently let go of his wife, stood up, and walked upstairs with almost no hesitation.

He didn't dare to slow down or look back, for fear that the courage he finally mustered up would dissipate again. He just wanted to take good care of Draco and Narcissa, but the situation forced him to do so. Under the overthrow of the nest, An Complete egg.

The Malfoy family is their best protection, but in the eyes of everyone, the Malfoy family is like a thorn in their side, and there is no place for them in the wizarding world.

Narcissa stared at her husband's figure stepping out of the living room step by step. As the door closed, she lowered her head, buried it in her hands and sobbed softly.

Walking to the foyer, Lucius took a deep breath and gently opened the door.

"Master, I have made arrangements. We can set off at any time."

"Well, good job, Lucius." Voldemort's cold voice sounded, and there was no hint of happiness or sadness. He was held in the arms of a middle-aged man with blond hair, pale skin, and slight freckles, "Little Barty , can you still disapparate?"

"Sorry, Master, I don't have a wand in my hand." The man said. If Barty Crouch were here, he would definitely recognize that this was his rebellious son-Barty Crouch Jr.

"Twinkle - it's the house elf. It knocked me unconscious with its own magic, and I don't know where the wand fell." Little Barty lowered his head and said, his voice was full of meaning and enthusiasm, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. rise.

"I think we can grab a wand." Little Barty raised his head and stared at Voldemort with burning eyes.

Lucius stepped forward quickly, "Master, your power has not been restored yet. The Ministry of Magic is currently searching for our whereabouts. It is best for us not to act rashly to avoid arousing their suspicion."

Voldemort seemed to be thinking. He - the ugly gadget nodded while thinking, and finally he spoke, "Little Barty, I will find a wand for you, a wand that you will definitely be comfortable with."

"What do you mean?" Little Barty seemed to suddenly understand something, "Are you going to take action against that old guy?"

"Those who are loyal to Voldemort will get what they want." Voldemort raised the corners of his mouth, "Why not first take revenge on the person who has caused you pain for more than ten years?"

"You are so great." Little Barty said enthusiastically. He had begun to smile sinisterly, as if he planned to torture his 'dear' father.

Barty Crouch undoubtedly loved his son very much, but when he betrayed himself, betrayed the wizarding world, and stood beside Voldemort, that moment was undoubtedly quite devastating. Although he did not want to believe it, The facts are before our eyes.

Barty Jr. was imprisoned in Azkaban and sentenced to life in prison.

But Barty still managed to get Barty Jr. out of Azkaban, even though he lost his wife for this.

They quickly left Malfoy Manor. In order to plan the resurrection of Voldemort, they had to ensure that nothing went wrong.

There was less than a week before the start of school, so they had to start as soon as possible.

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In September, heavy rain pounded on the window. Hermione opened her eyes and put on jeans and a sweater. She was leaving for Hogwarts today.

She went downstairs to have breakfast, and Edward was already sitting on the sofa, drinking hot cocoa and reading the newspaper.

"Good morning, teacher," Hermione said.

"Good morning." Edward nodded, "I asked James and Sirius to take your luggage to the station for you. Then you can just get on the train with Harry."

"Yeah." Hermione walked to the table, picked up the sandwich and ate it.

This week has been a kind of torture for her - there are no advanced magic books to read.Although Edward thought she should relax during the holidays, she also felt that she had learned too little.

Ten minutes before the train left, Edward and Hermione apparated to platform 10 and 9/3.The Hogwarts Express was already parked there, and the crimson steam locomotive was spewing out billowing smoke. Looking through the thick smoke, the many Hogwarts students and parents on the platform seemed like dark ghosts.

As Edward waved goodbye, Hermione boarded the train. Behind her was Harry, but Harry seemed a little reserved towards Edward, and it was unclear whether James or Sirius reminded him of something.

They quickly started looking for seats and soon had their luggage moved into a compartment on the train.Through the car window, Hermione could still see Edward.

"Teacher, see you tonight."

"See you tonight." Edward smiled lightly.

The whistle blew, the engine's pistons hissed loudly, and the train started moving.