[HP] Walk in Thorns and Flowers

About a week later, Christo got a message.The content of the news wasn't too good for her, but it wasn't bad either.

The progress of the Death Eaters' comeback is too slow, how can Voldemort be satisfied?Therefore, he plans to find some helpers for himself, preferably those who are stupid and powerful.

It was Parkinson, Goyle, and Crabbe who were negotiating with the giants, while Mr. McMee and Professor Snape were in charge of the werewolves.

Christo did not know until the day Mr. MacMillan left the house.She thought for a while, and had an idea in her mind—perhaps, this was her chance to get rid of Wormtail.

She proposed herself to Voldemort, hoping to go to Mir Plain and have a cup of tea with vampires.She wasn't sure if she could hit it off, but if she didn't, she was afraid that she would have to stay in the castle as a pet for a long time.

Voldemort flatly refused.No one wants their pets to run wild. On the other hand, he doesn't believe that Christo can do anything.Maybe she's talented in potions, but that doesn't mean she can handle negotiations with ease.Snape is an example, even a woman can't handle it.

If Lily Snape were possible, there wouldn't be a goddamn Harry Potter in this world!

It hadn't occurred to Kristall that Voldemort had equated potions geniuses with negotiating idiots.In order to convince Voldemort, she had to take out some letters she had corresponded with Tracy in the past.While she was still racking her brains to speak well of her relationship with Tracy, Voldemort was already willing to speak.

Even though he tried his best to cover it up, Christo could still see a hint of greed on his face.

"It is true that this task is very important. However, the race of vampires is too dangerous. I need to make some arrangements." He waved his hand and sent people away.

A day later, Christo waited for Voldemort's arrangement.She looked at the wizard in front of her, and felt very tricky.The other party is a cunning Death Eater who has lost trust and tried to regain his status, but she is a hypocritical "highly valued" hypocrite.Compared to this, what bothered her more was his identity.

"Mr. Malfoy, hello, it's a pleasure to cooperate with you. I think this trip to the Mill Plain will get twice the result with half the effort." She smiled at the wizard in front of her.

Lucius didn't say a word, he just stood there quietly with a scepter, and he had his own power.

Christo looked at him, thinking silently, Draco is really one Nevis worse than his father.

She didn't know that Lucius was in an extremely bad mood at the moment, worse than when Sissy told him that Draco had a crush on the girl in front of him when he went to see Quidditch last year.He scrutinized Christo from beginning to end, feeling extremely unlucky in his heart.

Is the Dark Lord planning to abandon the Malfoy family?Why let Christo, a kid who has just changed his teeth and hasn't even taken the ordinary wizarding exam, join in the fun?

You must know that the other side of the negotiation is not a giant like a giant, and he doesn't even feel 80.00% sure that Chloe will come.Maybe, he will also be a free bodyguard for a while.

His eyes fell on Wormtail behind Kristall, and he cursed Voldemort ten thousand times in his heart.A bottle of oil plus a bottle of oil that would attract dementors, could the joy on the Dark Lord's face be for his demise?

Even if the Dark Lord is really so heartless, he still wants to maintain Malfoy's glory!

Lucius tensed his face and strode towards the door.However, standing at the gate of the castle, he suddenly realized what a difficult task it was.Crystal is underage, still wears traces of the Ministry of Magic, and cannot apparate.Floo powder and Portkeys are again strictly controlled by the Ministry of Magic.So, is it time to fly there on a broomstick?

He turned around suddenly, and Christo was looking at him with wide eyes blinking.

"Mr. Malfoy, I know what you're thinking, don't worry, I can do it."

Two hours later, Lucius looked at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window with a worried expression on his face.Christo sat next to him while reading Muggle magazines leisurely, while silently sympathizing with Draco. With such a father, he must have had a miserable childhood.She doesn't understand, isn't it just flying?It's just a very time and a very means. How can Mr. Malfoy behave as if he was insulted.

However, it doesn't seem right to make the elders angry and have fun secretly.Perhaps, she should say something to liven up the atmosphere?

"Is this Mr. Malfoy's first time on an airplane?"

Lucius: "..." Why do you feel that you are despised?

"Actually, Muggles are pretty smart. I took a Muggle Studies course at Hogwarts. The professor said that the reason why airplanes can fly is that Muggles use two fluid theorems—continuity theorem and Bernoulli Theorem has made a special model, which is powered by a fuel called petroleum." Christo explained enthusiastically.

Lucius just felt as if he had just heard a string of runes written in ancient Latin.He didn't seem to show any interest in Muggle culture, did he?If it weren't for the oil bottle, he would be drinking champagne at his manor in Shazhi County by now.

He glanced over coldly, and Christine closed her mouth knowingly, lowered her head, and continued to flip through the magazine in her hand.Quite obedient, this thought flashed through his mind quickly.However, the thought of Draco spending all day with this Gryffindor who had taken a Muggle studies class made him feel very depressed!

He looked at Christophe from the corner of his eye, the blond hair was pulled loose, and he didn't look neat at all, the smile on his lips never stopped, I really don't know what is there to be happy about the vulgar Muggle culture?Did she think she was traveling this time?She's too short, didn't the McMillans let her eat properly...

Really more and more dissatisfied.

Lucius closed his eyes and meditated, Narcissa should take Draco to other families more often!That little blond girl from the Greenglass family last time was pretty good!It was fine not long ago, and I don't know what Draco is up to lately!

Christo had no idea that in such a short period of time, Lucius had stamped her as unqualified.After leaving the airport, the two quickly left the Muggle world.Under Lucius' silent threat that could not be refuted, he found a secluded place to exchange for the wizard robe.

The town they arrived in was not peaceful at all, it looked like an enlarged version of Knockturn Alley, almost all the wizards coming and going were wearing cloaks, their expressions were unclear, half of the shops had their doors half-closed, and a weird one slipped out from time to time. figure.

When he saw the fresh blood on the ground for the second time, Lucius frowned, and finally couldn't help turning his head to look at Christo. He should remind this "precious" oil bottle.

What greeted him was a red light that was almost gone.His pupils shrank slightly, was it intentional or unintentional?As soon as his gaze searched, Christo's petite figure had already flashed into a nearby black magic shop, and Wormtail was gone, leaving only a pile of clothes on the ground.

He frowned, and was about to throw his wand, when a cry came from behind him, "Get out of the way—"

Isn't it for him?

He raised his eyebrows, stepped aside, and three wizards rushed into the shop quickly.Immediately afterwards, he heard the noise of chanting incantations, and a magic wand whized out from the half-closed door, landed on the stone slab not far from him, and bounced feebly a few times.

There was a jingle in the store, and just listening to it made me feel that the situation was dire.

"Let go - you bloody bastards! My God! My mind erodes armbands! My guess - swoon - get out! Get out..."

"Stupid--stop, MacMillan, don't resist--"

"Damn it! Tell Arthur! Don't let her run away!"

What trouble, Lucius thought, it seems that Dumbledore is also thinking about vampires.Before he could take a step forward, two patron saints rushed out from the dim room.

"Outside Mengla Bar, wait a moment." A small silver bat shattered into silver light in an instant before his eyes, and Christo's voice echoed in his heart.He carefully looked at this magic shop, what is Christo doing?

The wizard's clamor continued.After a while, a figure Apparated in front of him.

"Malfoy, what are you doing here?" Mr. Weasley frowned, thinking deeply.

"Passing by." Lucius squinted at him, already full of thoughts in his mind.Is that girl really dangerous?Or was he acting deliberately to connect with members of the Order of the Phoenix, or just wanting to take this opportunity to escape?

Suddenly, he felt his hair being pulled by someone, he took a step away vigilantly, and a vague fragrance immediately cleared away the doubts in his mind.He didn't think about it any more, and walked past Mr. Weasley with a proud look.

A hand grabbed his sleeve, and he snorted disapprovingly.Around the corner, "Hold on to me!"

Pfft, the platinum-haired wizard in the alley disappeared.

In an instant, there was one more person on the deserted path.

"You can let go now." Lucius said into the air, he waited for three seconds and found that Christo didn't intend to let go at all.

A bad premonition suddenly popped up in his mind, could it be that the apparition failed?

He quickly chanted a spell, but Christo still didn't show up.

not talking?No mouth?He suddenly looked forward to the situation after the medicine expired...

"Mr. Malfoy, can't you tell me in advance if you want to apparate?" Christo panted slightly. Just now, she was so close that she couldn't catch it.

"I didn't say?" Lucius blamed me.

Christo angrily kicked away a stone on the side of the road, and the stone rolled for a long distance.Does it matter if you hurry up?

Lucius felt that his mood improved a little for no reason, but he couldn't stop him from asking: "Why do you have a natural breath?" That kid Draco had better not secretly talk to Kelly behind his back. Sto contact.

"Natural breath? Ah—you mean that potion that can eliminate the smell of any potion? It was a Christmas present from Draco's third grade." Kristo bent her lips.

Fortunately, Lucius couldn't see it. He was already overwhelmed by these two words in the third grade.He was flirting with each other in the third grade, and he, a father, didn't even know it!His thoughts raced, how much has Draco sent since the third grade?

"How much?" Can't help but ask.

Christo was taken aback by his question before she understood, "He gave me the formula."

Even though Lucius had a strong city, he almost staggered on the flat ground.Good boy, actually took out the formula directly!That's the Malfoy family's possession!Just give it to outsiders!

He turned his head again, wanting to take another look at Christo, and only remembered that he had drunk the invisibility potion when he faced the air.

Christo was still taken aback by his gaze, she didn't seem to do anything—er, she forgot to let go.Carefully moved aside, Christo decided to talk about something else.

"Where are we going?"

"A manor where the Malfoy family vacationed."