Everyday players at Hogwarts

If Malfoy Manor gave Ryan any feeling, the first impression was that it was huge. It took ten minutes to walk from the door to the living room.

When he paid attention to Lucius Malfoy, Ryan was surprised to find that almost everyone in the wizarding world had a floo network installed on the fireplace, but the Malfoy family did not.

Moreover, this door key cannot lead directly to the Malfoy family's mansion.

At this time, old Malfoy's face was extremely pale, his hands were shaking involuntarily, and the hollowed-out silverware was abandoned by him on the gravel ground, as if it was just a disposable product.

He walked quickly forward, along a straight lane that should have been used for carriages in the past.

Ahead is a very decent mansion. The windows on the ground floor are all inlaid with diamond-shaped glass, and the window edges are also carved with decorative patterns. The entire mansion can be said to be a large-scale work of art.

This is another kind of Smith. The Smith family has always aimed to build an independent manor and perfect it from generation to generation.

The Malfoys, on the other hand, are constantly adding details to the mansion to make it look more luxurious.

"As expected of Malfoy." Ryan thought about whether it was a compliment or a criticism.

On the other side, old Malfoy was walking calmly while leaning on his snake staff. After he went to the foyer, the silverware on the ground slowly disappeared.

This is obviously the magic of the house elves. The Malfoy family is really particular about it. It can be seen from this that they probably never pick up their things if they fall on the floor.

Ryan continued to follow Old Malfoy's footsteps and looked forward. After walking for about ten minutes, he came into view of a large foyer. The outside sunlight could hardly penetrate, and the light was dim. All the light was provided by scented candles.

It's really weird. The lighting that normal houses pursue is completely invisible in the Malfoy family. They are indeed Slytherins through and through. The Slytherin lounge is also in the basement where no light can be seen.

The foyer was very luxuriously decorated, with a luxurious carpet covering almost the entire stone floor.

As Old Malfoy approached, portraits on the wall that were as pale as him and looked like standard Malfoys looked at him with expressions of concern.

What followed was a ridiculous number of heavy wooden doors.

Ryan suspected that this was the reason why the Malfoys, who liked to rely on house elves for everything, did not gain weight.

The house is so big and has so many doors, so it’s easy to walk thin.

Ryan even suspected that the reason why Dobby yearned for freedom was because of the heavy workload.

After about ten minutes, Old Malfoy walked to the living room and bumped into his wife, Narcissa Malfoy, who was about to walk out.

"Lucius, what's wrong with you?" As a wife, Narcissa obviously noticed something was wrong with old Malfoy.

"It's nothing, Sissy." Lucius pretended to be calm.

He was not going to tell his wife what he had just seen in Diagon Alley, and even though he had already turned to Dumbledore before, he did not mention it to her.

"What? What happened in Diagon Alley?"

"What did Arthur Weasley do again?"

"I remember you got rid of all the stuff at home last time." Seeing her husband like this, Narcissa held her husband's right arm in distress and sat on the sofa next to the fireplace.

And chattering endlessly, Arthur Weasley 'targeted' everything they had done - saying that their business was illegal and constantly coming to inspect his home.

"I suspect that what happened to Draco before was caused by the Weasley family."

"You go out a lot, and you don't know what Draco says all day long like, 'Ron's dad is so awesome'."

"And last time, where were you, Arthur, and my bastard cousin?"

"Draco doesn't really have an affair with the Weasley brat."

.........

Seeing that her husband was silent, Narcissa began to rebuke what had happened before, and began to connect it with the performance of old Malfoy today.

Just when Narcissa's words became more and more outrageous, and she even thought about whether her husband might have an affair with Arthur Weasley, Lucius Malfoy finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Sissi, let me tell you something, don't be afraid." Old Malfoy took a deep breath.

He decided to tell his lover, after all, the Dark Lord may be resurrected now, and he is now a Dumbledore sect. If she doesn't know anything, it will be in danger.

"Sissi, you know that although my father is not a Death Eater, he has a very good relationship with the Dark Lord."

"I'm afraid I'm the only Death Eater besides the first Death Eaters Nott, Rosier, Mulciber, and Dolohov who knows what the Dark Lord looked like before."

"Perhaps your crazy sister also knows that she loves the Dark Lord so much." Old Malfoy paused for a moment, and the color returned to his pale cheeks before continuing, "I saw the Dark Lord when he was young. He and Dumbledore were together. piece!"

"Sissi, you know, I also learned some crazy news. He is the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor next semester." Old Malfoy said tremblingly.

Narcissa sucked in a breath of cold air, and in an instant she had the painfully cold white skin of her husband. In a corner that the two of them didn't notice, a short figure wrapped in rags stood there blankly, and then disappeared.

"Dumbledore, that old madman!"

"I should have listened to your advice and asked Draco to go to Durmstrang!" Narcissa exclaimed.

The worry about Draco's safety during the next school year brought about by her mother's love made Narcissa lose her mind.

"Sissi, don't you understand, this may be a good thing." Lucius reminded.

"A good thing?" Narcissa sneered, but then she thought of something, "I understand! Hogwarts is the lifeblood of that old madman. If the Dark Lord can become a professor at Hogwarts, then Meaning he's 'harmless'."

"Dumbledore's side is the dominant side, and Draco is hanging out with Harry Potter and the Weasley brats."

"Some time ago, your contact with Arthur Weasley and Sirius was also -" Narcissa guessed, and as the words progressed, she slowly regained her composure.

"Not entirely true, but now I am indeed on Dumbledore's side."

"The Dark Lord is the diary," Malfoy Sr. said.

Narcissa looked at her husband in surprise. To put it bluntly, her husband's family were all speculators and two-faced.

According to Lucius, he must have discovered the secret of the Dark Lord's defeat.

And isn’t the diary just a black magic tool?

"Draco said he was going to Sirius's place with Ron. Tomorrow you and I will pick out gifts for my cousin and Draco's two friends," Narcissa said.

She skipped the topic about the diary. She understood that her Occlumency skills were not sufficient, and she felt that she did not need to know this information in too much detail.

"No, there's one more thing," said Malfoy Sr.

"What's going on?" Narcissa asked curiously.

"I want to prepare a gift and go to Hogwarts." Old Malfoy sighed.