HP Hogwarts Chinese exchange students

As Wuyou and Narcissa came out of the fireplace, a Death Eater walked over in a pretentious manner.

"Hi, pretty girl, who are you?"

Wuyou glanced at him and responded calmly: "Draco's good friend."

"Oh? Malfoy II's girlfriend?"

Narcissa interrupted him and explained, "Don't bother her Travers, she's only here to see Draco."

After that, he tilted his head and smiled at Wuyou, "Draco is in the room, go find him, Meimei. Lunch will start in a while, and I will ask Beiji to call you then."

Wuyou also smiled and nodded and responded: "Okay Aunt Narcissa, see you later!"

After arriving on the third floor, Wuyou had already determined the general situation of Malfoy Manor. Travers was the Death Eater who later captured the trio of people who were on the run.

Although there are not many Death Eaters in Malfoy Manor now, Wuyou knows that Voldemort has already started recruiting troops.

It is probably because he has lost several Horcruxes, and the pure-blood saints who followed him in the past have become gradually unreliable, so Voldemort now wants to catch Malfoy and take him away. After all, Malfoy is now the most powerful and wealthy among the pure-blood saints Death Eaters.

When he arrived at the familiar door of the third floor, Wuyou couldn't help but show joy on his face.

Boom boom boom, boom boom.

After the knock on the door, the person inside seemed silent for a while, then walked quickly towards the door.

When opening the door, the person inside clearly turned the lock but did not open it. After waiting for a while, Wuyou heard Draco's hesitant and expectant voice from inside.

"You...are Mavis?"

Wuyou knocked on the door again at the same frequency and said with a smile: "Who else would knock on the door like this except me?"

Draco opened the door in a flash, pulled her in, and hugged her without saying a word.

Wuyou patted his back and coaxed him softly, "What's wrong, Draco? Who bullied you? I'll go and help you vent your anger, okay?"

"No, and I don't need you to protect me. I should be the one protecting you!" Draco said and let her go.

Then he took her hand and walked to the sofa in the room and sat down. After Wuyou sat down, she began to eat his cookies very naturally. Draco also skillfully took a teacup and poured tea for her.

"What happened to this holiday? Why didn't you reply to my letter, Master?

"I...I'm a little busy, and you shouldn't have come to see me today..."

"Let's not talk about the first one, why shouldn't I come today?"

"I...he, anyway, you should just play for a while and go home soon."

"Draco."

"Ok?"

Wuyou put down the biscuit in his hand, looked at Draco and asked: "Why can't I come to see you?"

Draco lowered his head and responded irritably: "You don't understand, Malfoy Manor is different now! You can't come to me."

"The Platinum Peacock is still here, you are still here, and this is your home. What's different about this?"

"Of course it's different. There are still... some bad people in Malfoy Manor. I'm sending you back now!"

"No, I promised Aunt Narcissa to stay for lunch. How can I go back suddenly? How rude is that?"

"What? Mom asked you to stay for lunch? She... No, I don't need to drag you into this, you have to leave here now!"

Wuyou pushed the emotional Draco back onto the sofa, looked at him sincerely and seriously and said, "Didn't we agree on the day of the Quidditch World Cup? I will always be by your side in the future. Do you think you can completely break off relations with me just because you don't reply to my letter during one holiday? Don't be silly, I will come to you myself! Tell me what they are going to do to you, okay?"

Draco looked at the person in front of him, turned his head away and said nothing. Wuyou didn't expect him to tell him so smoothly, so he let go of his hand and stood up and said, "If you don't want to tell me, forget it. I'll go ask Aunt Narcissa."

Hearing her say this, Draco immediately stood up and took her hand. After struggling for a while, he explained with red eyes: "Mavis, you really can't stay here today. The Dark Lord has resurrected. He has resurrected a long time ago. He is recruiting soldiers and horses. He will brand me with the Dark Mark tonight!

"You must go back quickly, it is more terrible than we thought! I have seen how he punishes the betrayers! I cannot resist him, but you can, you have nothing to do with the war! Leave here... Don't stay here... Please... I can't protect you..."

Wuyou took his hand, lifted up his sleeves without saying a word, and set up two magic circles on his arms.

The purple magic circle flashed twice and then merged into his skin, then disappeared.

Draco looked at his hands in horror and asked, "What is this?! What are you doing?"

Wuyou helped him put down his sleeves while explaining in a relaxed manner: "It's similar to the Dark Mark. It's also a mark that symbolizes identity, but no one can find it except me, so don't worry. Even if he branded the Dark Mark on both of your hands, it doesn't matter. As long as I unlock this magic circle, the Dark Mark and my magic circle will disappear together."

Draco looked at his hands at a loss, not knowing what to say. Wuyou patted their hands and smiled to comfort them, "Now it seems that what happened tonight isn't so painful, right? Can you give me a little more trust, Draco? I won't abandon you!"

"I'm sorry Mavis, I'm not strong enough. I always say I will protect you, but every time I'm in danger, you always help me..."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Remember the Potions and Astronomy classes that I dreaded the most? What would I have done if you hadn't helped me so seriously every time?"

Draco knew that she was trying to comfort herself, and he didn't intend to say any more useless apologies. He just hugged her tightly and said, "Mavis, I will always be by your side."

"Then Master Malfoy must keep his promise and don't push me away next time!"

"it is good."

Next time I won’t push you away, I will stand in front of you.

Perhaps the dark clouds above his head were dispelled. Even though nothing in the room had changed, Draco felt that the sunlight was much warmer than before.

"Master, Miss Mavis, Madam asked Beiji to tell you that you can go downstairs for lunch!"

"I see, thank you, Beggie!"

"This is what Beji should do!" As soon as he finished speaking, Beji disappeared on the spot in fear.

Seeing that it behaved like this even when facing himself, Wuyou also realized that the atmosphere in Malfoy Manor must be very depressing.

She tilted her head to look at Draco, who looked a little nervous, then held his hand and said calmly as she walked towards the door: "Don't be afraid, I'm always by your side."

The two of them came to the restaurant on the first floor holding hands. Obviously Lucius also knew that Wuyou was coming to Malfoy Manor, because when he saw Wuyou, there was no surprise in his eyes but a feeling of relief.

Wuyou didn't care what they thought, after all, it was all for Draco, so he smiled and said to him, "Long time no see, Uncle Lucius."

"Hello Mavis."

Compared to last year, Lucius's face still reveals the arrogance unique to the Malfoy family, but it cannot hide the haggardness in his eyes.

Narcissa smiled and stood beside Lucius, and said to Wuyou and Draco in a gentle voice: "Draco, Meimei, please come and take a seat."

"Okay Aunt Narcissa!"

Wuyou seemed not to notice the extra Death Eaters at the table. He took Draco's hand and walked towards the table with him, smiling calmly.

Logically, their seats should be Lucius, Narcissa, Draco and then Worriless, but before sitting down, Draco pulled Worriless to exchange seats.

After sitting down, Travers put his hand on his chin and looked at Draco and asked, "You love your girlfriend so much? You even separated her seats from ours. Malfoy is really affectionate. He likes to protect the woman he loves behind him."

Lucius gave him an unpleasant look and responded, "I suppose that's none of your business, Travers?"

Travers snorted and looked away, then looked at Wuyou again and asked, "Little beauty, you still haven't told me who you are?"

Wuyou glanced at him, smiled and said, "It's not important, he's just a nobody."

Seeing that she didn't answer, Travers sneered a few times and looked away.

Wuyou quickly looked around at the people at the table, and like most people, he stared blankly at the table.

Parkinson and Nott were not at the table. It seemed that Voldemort no longer trusted them and did not usually summon them.

Moreover, even a small fry like Travers is on the table, which means that Voldemort is indeed short of manpower now, and is probably planning to find a chance to bomb Azkaban.

"It seems that there are new guests today?" Voldemort's hoarse and strange voice sounded.

Wuyou looked up at him very self-awarely. After all, on the dark dining table, her dress was the only one that looked bright and clear.

To be honest, Voldemort's current appearance makes people feel scared and disgusted.

His face was distorted and hideous, his skin was a deathly pale hue, as if cursed, and his eyes were like two sharp daggers, flashing a ferocious light that was chilling.

Dressed in a black robe, he is like a devil in the night. Both his appearance and his clothing reveal his evil nature, making people feel his threat and danger at a glance.

At this moment, he was looking at the only bright light here with great interest. Wuyou was also looking at him. Voldemort floated to the main seat like a ghost and sat down.

There was arrogance and threat in his tone: "Who are you?"

"Wuyou's eldest grandson."

Voldemort frowned, sneered, and asked fiercely: "Zhang Sun? Who is that Chinese man in the Ministry of Magic to you?"

"My brother."

"Your brother, he doesn't seem to understand the current situation in Britain? He has some power in the Ministry of Magic, but he has gone against us several times..."

After saying that, he looked at Lucius excitedly and laughed, "Hahahaha! Was it Malfoy who brought you here? It seems that you are still useful. Your brother should give up the so-called neutral faction for you, right?"

Wuyou looked down calmly at the giant python slowly wrapping around his calf, then looked at Voldemort and responded, "As the saying goes, those who are not of my race must have different hearts. Sir, why do you want to bring outsiders like us into your group?"

Voldemort stared at her dangerously and laughed softly, "Those who are not of my kind must have different hearts? That's true, but if you are not of my use, you will die. And it just so happens that Nagini likes to eat spoiled girls like you...Miss?"

Nagini seemed to understand what he said and quickly wrapped around Wuyou. Draco looked at the python in horror. He had seen this snake eat people.

So even though he was very scared, he subconsciously raised his hand to separate Wuyou and the heavenly snake.

Wuyou was so calm as if she was not the one entangled by the python. After pressing Draco's hand, she smiled at him comfortingly.

Even Narcissa clenched her fists nervously, and just when she was about to speak, Wuyou gently pulled her hand.

Then he said, "Perhaps it does like to eat people like me, but that person cannot be me. Sir, perhaps you haven't remembered that I am not British?"

Voldemort sneered and asked, "Are you threatening me?"

"Sir, you think too highly of me. I have no power to threaten you. I am just not within the scope of your war."

Voldemort's blood-red eyes moved away from Wuyou's face, looked at Draco beside her, and raised a sinister smile: "Why do you dare to come here when you know who I am? For him?"

"Yes, sir."

"Hehehe... Then should I praise your so-called love?"

"As you like sir."

Wuyou was the only person who dared to act so casually in front of him. Everyone at the table was shocked by her attitude. Voldemort was also not satisfied with her attitude, but she was right and he could not kill her at will now.

Voldemort snorted coldly and slapped the table. Nagini turned around and climbed onto the table, hissing and returning to Voldemort.

Voldemort tapped the table and said coldly: "Since you are here, stay here. Now, let's have lunch."

The Death Eaters all bowed their heads and responded, "Yes, Master."

Wuyou also replied, "Yes, sir."

It seemed that the fact that no one resisted made him feel better, and the next moment, food appeared on the table.

After lunch, Voldemort loudly announced that he would give Draco the highest honor and make him a real Death Eater.

Wuyou watched him suddenly pull Draco's hand and point the wand at his forearm. Although he knew that this Dark Mark was destined to have no effect, he couldn't help but frowned.

Of course, Voldemort saw the flash of heartache in her eyes, and then asked as if he knew something happy: "If you want, I can also give you this honor, or this honor is only for you? Because compared to him, I think you can complete my task more successfully!"

Wuyou turned his eyes away from Draco's arm and answered firmly: "The Changsun family is a neutral party. I have no right to influence my brother's decision."

Voldemort, in a rage, stamped the Dark Mark on Draco's arm. Wuyou couldn't help but grit his teeth as he watched the ugly tattoo melt into his skin.

Although she was unhappy, Wuyou's rationality prevented her from saying anything.

Be as crazy as you want. I hope you can still laugh when I break all your pride.

Voldemort let go of Draco's hand and laughed triumphantly and ferociously: "See, Draco, I said love is useless. I hope you remember that glory is eternal!"

Lucius stood aside respectfully and asked, "Master, what task do you want to give Draco?"

Voldemort drew a circle in the air with his wand, laughed almost crazily and said, "I'll give you one semester to kill Dumbledore! And find a way for us to enter Hogwarts. If you complete it, I will give you eternal glory! Otherwise, Malfoy's position can be taken by someone else... Of course! I mean to make you disappear, not demote you!"

After saying that, Voldemort smiled at Wuyou sarcastically and said, "If you still choose to watch, I hope you can see him again next year...hahahahahahaha."

Wuyou held Draco's hand, stood beside him and responded firmly: "He will complete this task!"

"I hope so. And if you don't want him to die early, you'd better stand on our side. Aurors and Dumbledore can't help you!"