Forget

The Vulture Bar is located at the very end of Knockturn Alley.Unlike the dirty, shady roads and houses of Knockturn Alley, this pub looks neat and regal.In fact, this bar is also different from the other dark shops in Knockturn Alley.Most of the people who often hang around here are wealthy families attached to Voldemort or some high-level Death Eaters.That's why Umbridge came here regularly to try her luck, maybe she could find an "opportunity" that would allow her to continue to be promoted.

Harry had cast a Transfiguration Charm on himself - Hermione had been refusing to believe that he had successfully practiced it, though he was unwilling to explain it either.Sometimes he would suddenly understand some very complicated spells, although he couldn't figure out why, but he didn't want to be studied by Hermione as if he were a magical animal - this time he also successfully turned himself into a A silent middle-aged man who looked like those unsmiling officials who worked for the Ministry of Magic.

The whole process is actually not difficult.Although there were many people in the bar, it was not too difficult to find Umbridge. —she wished she could always be the center and focus of all occasions.As well as the golden locket hanging on her chest, she also regarded it as a capital to show off.

Harry managed to lure her into a secluded corner - well, it took a bit of effort, actually - and cast the Sleeping Charm before taking the locket off her neck.

Everything is going smooth.If you hadn't met Stan Sampark.

The ex-conductor also seems to have found a good position after joining the Death Eaters, at least allowing him to hang around drunk at the Vulture Bar.Then he swayed in front of Harry, put his head on Harry's face and looked carefully, the smell of alcohol almost made Harry faint.Then the drunk announced loudly: "You look a lot like Harry Potter."

This sentence caused quite a stir.In an instant, many people looked over here. Harry stroked the beard on his face - it seemed to have shortened a bit - but he didn't show any panic, he just explained in an awkward voice: "You got it wrong - you drank too much."

In fact, this matter is still relatively easy to muddle through, after all, Stan has always been a drunk who likes to brag.But Harry saw someone else.Bellatrix seemed to take an interest in him, and soon walked in his direction.

This time it was really bad.

Harry sighed secretly, and quietly searched for a place with fewer people.

Although the item was obtained, the Transformation Curse was about to expire.If Bellatrix really couldn't get rid of her, then she could only be led to a spacious place with few people.If it is one-on-one, there is actually no big problem in escaping.

With his head down, Harry walked around behind the crowd and ran up the only staircase that was deserted.

But Harry was wrong again.It is true that there is a corridor above the stairs, but there are no windows in the corridor. Harry frowned and looked at a row of tightly closed guest rooms, sighed and thought, he could only open a door casually, and then left through the window inside the room.Of course, he also thought about it if there were no windows in the room—then he might really have nothing to do... Or should he learn divination again after returning? ——Of course, the premise is that if you can go back.

Thinking this way, Harry walked to the room at the end of the corridor, took out his wand, and whispered: "Alahho—"

The door of the room opened.before the spell is finished.

Harry stared in astonishment at the opened door and the owner of the room who was close at hand.

Ironed pale golden hair, bloodless and sickly pale skin, gray eyes that can never see to the bottom, and a slender body, always wrapped in well-tailored clothes, even in a bath like this Every button of the gown is still tightly and neatly buttoned, and even the neck is not willing to show a little more.

Harry stood there blankly, looking at the person in front of him in disbelief.He heard his own voice whisper his name in a mixture of hesitation and uncontrollable excitement: "Malfoy?"

It hadn't occurred to Draco that he would ever meet Harry again, still here.But he immediately understood what was going on, stretched out his hand and dragged Harry in, and closed the door behind him.

"Why are you here?" Harry let him drag him, for a moment he felt as if he had a lot to say, but he didn't know what to say first.

Draco didn't answer him, just dragged him all the way into the bedroom, threw him on the bed, then put down the bed curtain, and lowered his voice: "Shut up!"

As soon as Draco finished speaking, the door was roughly kicked open.A gust of cold wind immediately swept in. Draco shook off the bed curtains, pulled out his wand and pointed with his backhand, a blinding white light shot out quickly, and after two whines, the coldness disappeared.

Draco tucked his wand back into his sleeve, returned to the living room with his usual graceful steps, sat on the sofa, and then raised his eyes to look at Bellacritus standing at the door: "You're about to make me think you're insane It's your personal pet, Aunt Bella."

"They are very useful, so I don't have to rummage through the sundries myself." Bellacritus folded her arms and leaned half on the door frame. "But you drove them away."

"Are you going to search my house?" Draco raised an eyebrow.

"I am on official business," said Bellacritus softly. "Draco, I'm after a fugitive."

"You seem to be hunting fugitives every day. The people you're in charge of always seem to be a little weirder and a little more hidden," Draco said teasingly. "Who is it again today? A flying Muggle? Another powerful Squib?"

"You'd better be careful what you say!" Bellacritus knew that he was deliberately mocking her for not catching anyone, but she was still irritated, and her voice became even shriller. "I'm after Potter, Harry Potter! If you want to cover him..."

"You mean Harry Potter is hiding in my house?" Draco chuckled. "You'd better have evidence, otherwise this is slander."

"I'll get him out." Bellacritus looked around and was about to walk into the house.

But a green light brushed past her feet, leaving a scorched black mark on the floor.Bellacritus stopped and glared at Draco, "What do you mean?"

"I asked you to produce evidence, but I didn't agree with you to search my room." Draco said slowly, shaking the goblet in his hand. "It seems that you have forgotten the master's order. No one can violate my wishes, including you."

Bellacritus was trembling with anger, and it took a long time to restrain her anger, and looked at her nephew with a sneer: "Yes, that's right, I remember, of course I remember. After all, not everyone can make the master give such an order, then How about we talk about this, I guess it's not just me, or other people, journalists, but also Narcissa, she must be wondering how her good boy did it? - Is it the same as those rumors ? Dear Draco? You seduced the Lord Dark Lord?"

"Please watch your words and deeds, Aunt Bella." Draco lowered his eyes and pursed his thin lips.It's not that he hasn't heard of all kinds of rumors, and he never cared about them, but today...

"Since you dare to do it, don't be afraid of being known by others. Everyone knows that you stayed with the master during the two weeks when you disappeared. Do you want to say that the master just stayed with you and chatted? —— But my dear, Seriously, I'm really proud of you." Bellacritus held her heart exaggeratedly, showing a fake sincere expression. "Think about it, what many people have failed to do, you only spent two weeks, let the great Lord Dark Lord fall in love with you, be fascinated by you, and let you be over the heads of all of us , my dear, you are really amazing."

"You offended Master." Draco said in a low voice. "The master would not like to hear such words."

"So? Are you going to the master to expose me?" Bellacritus snorted through his nostrils. "No matter how much you pamper you, if the master knows that Harry Potter is in this room, I'm afraid it's not certain who will be unlucky."

"You really have to search my house?" Draco asked.After seeing the playful gaze of Bellaclitus, he sighed long, put down the goblet in his hand, pulled out his wand suddenly, and pointed it at her. "Although you come to search, you'd better move quickly. You know, the spell of Avada Kedavra is not too long."

Bellacritus' face changed, and he stood up straight: "You want to kill me? Do you dare to kill me?!"

"Why not try it?" Draco looked directly at her, with no emotion in his eyes. "Try to see how much the master indulges me, and try to see if I dare."

"...you'd better remember." Bellacritus gave him a hard look, then turned and left.She seemed to use so much force to slam the door that it made a loud noise when it closed, as if it was about to hit the wall.

Draco let out a breath, put his wand away, stood up and walked into the bedroom.

——How far will the master's connivance go?

Draco twitched the corner of his mouth invisibly, opened the bed curtain, and looked at the real breathing Harry sitting on the bed, and he was even a little dazed by the feeling of another world: "Long time no see, Harry Potter."