HP solves the mystery

Lucius left in a hurry without even eating lunch.

"Voldemort is back." This sentence was still echoing in his mind until he sat on the chair in Malfoy Manor.

I just don't know what Voldemort's purpose is and why he wants to live in Sev's house. Moreover, he seems to have no idea who that person is.

Narcissa watched Lucius slump on the chair like a deflated rubber ball, and leaned forward worriedly.

"What's wrong Luke, isn't things going well? Even if Severus refuses, it's okay. Your friendship is the most important." She rarely saw her husband show such a panic, except for getting married and facing Voldemort. He has always been elegant and calm.

Draco stood beside his mother, eagerly waiting for his father's answer.

Lucius met the concerned eyes of his wife and son. He calmed down a little and summoned the house elf to pour him a glass of vodka. He drank the wine in the glass in one gulp and felt uncomfortable, so he drank directly from the bottle.

"Sissi, please call Rael quickly and tell him that the situation has changed. Just say...forget it and ask him to come to Malfoy Manor to get together as soon as possible."

Lucius finished speaking in one breath and burped suddenly, but his hanging heart finally fell to the ground.

Narcissa didn't know why, but she still followed the instructions and went to make the call herself.

At this moment, Draco and Lucius were the only ones left in the room, and the father and son looked at each other.

Lucius picked up Draco who looked at him worriedly, touched the soft top of his hair, and asked in a low voice, "Draco, do you want a godfather?"

After all, Voldemort and his father were of the same generation, and they were also the elders who watched him grow up. Draco could barely be considered a grandson, right? There's no way he could throw the junior out in front of Sif, right?

Lucius's calculations were ringing, and he was not afraid that his son would freeze to death under the Demon King's freezing sight.

Draco's silver-grey eyes widened when he heard this, and the dragon doll in his hand almost fell to the ground. This had never happened before in his life. He asked slightly hesitantly, "Godfather? Who will my godfather be? He will Do you like me as much as daddy does?"

Lucius looked at the lovely Draco, the gloom in his eyes dissipated, and a smile appeared on his face again.

He was amused by the little face that was wrinkled in thought, and stretched out his hand to pinch the tender white cheeks, "Of course, our little dragon is the cutest. Dad loves you the most."

Draco's cheeks turned red in embarrassment, and his drooped eyelids covered the sadness inside. In his last life, he was almost separated from his father.

"Dad, I love you the most too." He held back his tears and smiled, putting his arms around his father's neck and saying in a sweet voice.

Narcissa came in just in time to hear these words and sighed loudly.

"Oh, Xiaolong loves his father the most. Does that mean he doesn't love his mother? Mom is so sad..." He said while wiping the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand.

Draco's face turned red. He didn't expect that he would also be troubled by his parents' love one day. He let go of his father's neck, turned his head and stretched out his hand towards his mother.

"Little Dragon loves his mother the same as he loves his father." In order to make his mother happy, Draco pursed his lips and kissed Narcissa's cheek, and also rubbed his chubby little face.

The couple looked at each other, and their happy laughter sounded in the hall.

But just as Lucius expected, within a few days, he felt the mark on his arm becoming hot.

He said something to his wife, walked out of the manor and disappeared.

New Diagon Alley, London.

In a bookstore not far from the cinema, Tom was sitting upright on a chair with a thick magic book in front of him.

Lucius sat opposite him with a sad face, next to a pile of milk tea cups, and holding two cups of ice-cold milk tea in his hand. This milk tea was bought by him after he had Apparated in London many times to suit Voldemort's taste. milk tea.

Tom turned a page in the book, raised his eyelids and glanced at him casually.

"Lord..." A chill ran down Lucius's spine and he immediately straightened his posture.

Fortunately, Tom had placed anti-eavesdropping spells and confusion spells around him, otherwise outsiders would be shocked to see the platinum noble with such a miserable expression.

Tom's eyes flickered for a while before he picked up the milk tea and took a sip.

"Tell me, how do you plan to solve the Ministry of Magic issue?"

Lucius's mind was running rapidly, and various thoughts were passing through his mind. He was silent for a long time, and beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Sir... I think the eldest son of the Black family and that little mouse..." He saw Voldemort's brows move. Knowing that he had guessed correctly, he breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "The evil things they committed will only make them Stay in Azkaban forever...that is their only destination..."

After Lucius saw Voldemort and Sif getting along harmoniously, he naturally knew that something was wrong, and he could only sigh inwardly that Sirius deserved what he deserved.

Tom nodded appreciatively towards Lucius, and sure enough he guessed that this child was the one he had the most accurate thoughts on.

"Bring me a small portrait of the Potter ancestors, and be careful not to let Dumbledore find it." Although he looked younger and did not point his wand at anyone, he carried a sense of coercion, and the words he spoke made people People are convinced.

Lucius only felt ironic when he thought about the heir of the Potter family who was sent to live with his Muggle aunt, as well as Dumbledore telling the wizarding world that Potter lived a happy life, as well as the inheritance and the Chamber of Secrets books that he had occupied.

"Yes, my lord. I will complete your instructions as soon as possible." Lucius nodded in agreement, thinking about which portrait of the ancestor of the Potter family to send. After all, they are all nobles in the magical world, and there are not many of them. Common relatives?

How about Doria Black Potter? No, it would not be good if another Sirius is taught...

Lucius had to treat it with caution. After all, the portrait was to allow Harry to gain enlightenment on the common sense of the wizarding world accumulated by a pure-blood family and to understand the bloodline among wizards. It would not allow him to gain knowledge of the wizarding world after living in the Muggle world for 11 years. is zero.

Moreover, the old man Dumbledore probably doesn’t know that Voldemort is in London, right?

After several years of investigation, Lucius learned that the Potter family's invisibility cloak was missing. A sly look flashed in his eyes. It was not easy to get things from a wealthy family.

When Tom saw Lucius's fox-like smile, he knew that this junior was going to do something bad.

He drank a few sips of milk tea and narrowed his eyes as he remembered the thought of being at home.

"Don't reveal my identity for now." Tom glanced at Lucius sharply, stood up and patted him on the shoulder, "You know what to do."

"Okay, my lord."

Lucius tensed his shoulders and nodded slightly.

Tom was about to leave, but he seemed to remember something, and whispered a few words to Lucius before striding away.

After Lucius was sure that the person was finally gone, he left with a grimace on his face.

Merlin's lace stockings, his child protection department was already busy, why build an orphanage? Does Voldemort know how many little wizards in England are living in Muggle orphanages because their parents abandoned them or for other reasons? They can't save him!

More importantly, his small treasury was more than half empty, and he didn't know whether Voldemort would reimburse these expenses.

1984 was a good day for China and the world.

Well, except for the UK, whose coal miners went on strike for a year.

However, this did not affect the business of Xifu Coffee Shop at all. Because of the booming business of his shop, someone even suggested that he open a branch.

But he didn't have time to think about this. He was discussing with Zhang Mingyuan the strategy for going to China.

Zhang Mingyuan had long wanted to invite Severus to China to see the development there, so he rushed up and down very diligently.

Sifu also listened to the recent situation and major events in China.

In August, the Chinese delegation won 8 gold medals at the 23rd Games held in Los Angeles, USA; Laoshan was recovered; and the issue between China and Britain regarding Hong Kong was finally resolved, and the relationship between the two countries eased.

Sifu and Tom took advantage of the National Day to take a trip to China.

Fortunately, wizards can use apparation to reach places they have visited, and they can also drink magic potions to ease the pain of traveling.

With the approval of the Wizarding Office of the Ministry of Magic, they obtained Muggle passports and started taking action.

After taking trains, ships, and then planes, Seaver and his party finally arrived in Beijing.

He set foot on this land with mixed emotions, and the familiar buildings and accents brought tears to his eyes.

"Sev, you look uncomfortable. Do you want some magic potion?" Tom held his arm worriedly and reached out to touch his forehead.

Sif waited for him to take back his hand, then slowly shook his head.

"I'm fine. It's just that my legs are a little weak after not standing on the ground for too long."

[Hiss, yes, vomit, so uncomfortable. 】Helbo emerged from the pocket on Sif's chest. It was obviously tortured by the long flight.

Nagini was also feeling very uncomfortable and was wagging her tail.

The only spirited one among them is Tom, so he serves as Sev's human crutch.

"Here, here! Is that Mr. Snape?"

The two looked for the name and saw a young man in gray overalls holding a sign with a string of English words written on it: Welcome Mr. Snape to China.

The man who came to pick them up was also named Zhang Guozhi, and he claimed to be from Baiyun Temple.

After Zhang Guozhi finished his poor introduction in English, Xifu sighed and spoke fluent Chinese.

Zhang Guozhi breathed a sigh of relief. If the master hadn't said that he should pay attention to wizards from foreign countries and watch Tom not to cause trouble, he, a man who had learned foreign ink for several days, would not have been sent here.

At present, it seems that this person has a good attitude towards China, which at least saves him from pondering the spelling of English words.

The two chatted intermittently, and soon walked to the hotel and made an appointment for tomorrow's trip.

During this period, Xifu also learned that this man was Zhang Mingyuan's nephew. He couldn't help but sigh that Zhang Mingyuan had so many relatives.

Tom listened half-comprehensively. He threw the chicken drumstick in his hand to Nagini irritably. He listened to their conversation with pointed ears, thinking about learning Chinese proficiently as soon as possible.

In the next few days, they visited Tiananmen Square, the Great Wall, and took a day trip to Lingjing Hutong.

"Mr. Zhang, don't you have any wizards in China?" After a few days of getting along with him, Tom became familiar with him and asked his doubts.

Just like Chinese people do not appear in foreign detective novels, there are no registered Chinese wizard schools in the world. Except for the magic house in that island country, it seems that the Chinese wizard school has never had a name.

Zhang Guozhi wiped the sweat from his forehead and walked a few more steps before gasping for breath.

"We have wizards, shamans, immortals, monks, Taoist priests... We have a lot of knowledge, and wizards can't cover it all... And as far as I know, wizards are not treated very well in your country... Of course, you can call me a Taoist priest , but we don’t use wands or ride broomsticks, we wield swords and draw talismans and so on..." He grinned, showing his white teeth.

Tom nodded in understanding, but the expression on his face showed his disbelief.

Perhaps stimulated by Tom's suspicious expression, Zhang Guozhi forgot his master's words to keep a low profile. Seeing no one around, he pulled out the small sword from his waist and threw it. The small sword instantly turned into a long sword as long as a human arm.

Zhang Guozhi jumped and landed on the hanging sword, extending his hand to invite Tom to stand up with him.

"Uh, is this thing safe?" Tom came back from the shock. He had not heard Zhang Guozhi reciting a mantra just now. And is this kind of thing convenient for Avada?

Zhang Guozhi patted his chest and promised that the product produced by Baiyunguan will be of high quality, not to mention that it is his natal sword.

Tom couldn't restrain his curiosity and stood up dubiously.

Then there was a burst of wind and lightning, and Zhang Guozhi's excited shouts came from the air.

Sifu, who was dozens of steps behind them, finally caught up, only to be faced with empty steps.

"Huh? Halpo, have you seen Tom?" Sif looked at the dazzling sun and asked Halpo who was basking in the sun on the stone.

Haierbo yawned. He was tired after climbing up from the bottom of the mountain.

[He seemed to have been taken away by the Chinese man. Well, there was a flying sword standing there and he flew away. ] The basilisk flicked its tail uncertainly.

Xifu's expression changed when he heard this. Is there such a good thing as flying with a sword? Why don't you take me with you?

However, no one knew what he was complaining about. When he climbed to the top of the mountain, Tom and the two were already waiting there.

The two people's heads were still close together, and they didn't know what they were talking about.

Zhang Guozhi took out a small cloth bag, took out things, and finally gave Tom a book and a porcelain bottle.

Tom accepted the order and promised to give him $300 to complete the transaction.

It was just a broken book and a few pills. It was really a big profit to take so much money. Zhang Guozhi felt a little sorry. After seeing Xifu come up, he took the initiative to invite them to visit the Taoist temple, which was not open to outsiders.

Silver felt that something was wrong with Tom. His red eyes were particularly dazzling today. He seemed to have figured something out and kept running into the bookstore.

""Laozi Thinks of Erfa", "Huangdi Neijing", "Taiping Guangji", "Tai Shang Huang Ting Jing"..." Sifu looked at the books that Tom bought back and was a little confused. Is he planning to study Taoism?

Tom smiled and said nothing, just letting Silver read it to him while he silently took notes.

Xifu didn't take it seriously, only thinking that Tom was obsessed with Taoist culture because of Zhang Guozhi.

Unexpectedly, the day before they were to return to England, Tom developed a fever and fell into a coma.