[HP] Return late

Potter's reckless actions had serious consequences. For example, in the morning when Potter had just fallen asleep, Dumbledore had already knocked on their door with a smile on his face.

Thinking with his toes, he knew that Potter's spell was to blame.Draco stared at the old man outside the door through the magic on the door, but had no intention of opening the door.He didn't like the old lion of Gryffindor, and he couldn't judge the authenticity of the outsider.

Mama Narcissa had probably just gone to bed, and Potter—no, Harry, a few minutes ago, before Dumbledore arrived, was curled up in his bunk, sound asleep.

Yesterday's chaos had caused Mother to forget to give Harry a room, and Draco didn't need sleep, so he gave up his bed to the messiah, who hadn't recovered from his stupidity.

The young Gryffindor lion looked like he hadn't slept well for a long time, and there was deep ink under his eyes. Draco just picked a magazine to pass the time on the bookshelf next to the bed, and turned his head. , and found that the savior was already fast asleep, curled up, feeling insecure.

If it weren't for Potter's words a few hours ago, he wouldn't have understood that the savior who always dressed in ill-fitting and mismatched clothes was not trying to show off his difference or get closer to the weasel family, but Never had a chance to learn these.In front of everyone, he is a brave and fearless savior. Only when he is with him, is the most authentic side of the fearful, inferior boy.

Draco felt that he had picked up a stray cat with a bad coat color. It was thin and small, pitiful, and didn't know how to please its owner. He will come back to act like a baby, but instead jump out to fight alone with his teeth and claws open; he shrinks in the corner to lick himself when he has a wound, and follows him carefully for fear of being abandoned.

Is it because there is no place to retreat, Harry?

Seeing through magic that the smile on Dumbledore's face outside the door gradually turned into a serious expression, Draco knew that if he didn't open the door again, then this old Gryffindor lion would use some very unreasonable means broke in.

"Good morning, Professor Dumbledore." Draco opened the door, folded his arms, and said in a drawn-out voice.

He hated this eccentric old lion, even if it was the headmaster, there was no need to give him a good face, anyway - he didn't have to go to school anymore.

Dumbledore's expression didn't change at all when he saw him, as if he had expected to see him long ago.

"Good morning, little Mr. Malfoy." When Dumbledore spoke to him, his expression was still serious. "I have some news. I urgently need to visit your mother, Mrs. Malfoy. If possible, I would like to meet with you." You talk, take Harry back by the way, everyone is very worried about his sudden disappearance-"

"Who's there?" Narcissa's mother's voice suddenly came from behind, and Draco turned sideways to see his mother at the other end of the hall, wand raised.

"Hello, Mrs. Malfoy, I'm sorry for such an intrusive visit," said Dumbledore, raising his voice.

Narcissa stared at Dumbledore expressionlessly for a full 3 minutes—Draco knew why, because mothers usually dismissed annoying people and often didn't remember what they looked like—" Dumbledore?" she asked suspiciously.

"Yes, I am." Dumbledore bowed and saluted, "If you need anything to prove my identity—" Dumbledore clasped his hands, and Hogg appeared in the space covered by his fingers Watts' logo, the principal's unique identification, "I think this can meet your requirements."

"Please come in." Narcissa put down her wand and said with a bad complexion, as if she was very angry at being woken up due to lack of sleep.

Draco moved sideways to let Dumbledore in, and closed the door again.He didn't want to return the stupid, ugly Gryffindor cat he had picked up to its rightful owner, so instead of going upstairs to wake Harry up, he followed them to the drawing room.

Just a few steps behind, Narcissa has already prepared tea and snacks.

"Thank you for your hospitality, Mrs. Malfoy." Dumbledore skillfully added double the amount of sugar to the glass, "but I am ashamed to bring you unpleasant news - this residence has been exposed, due to" He took a sip of water, and slowly stirred the rest of the tea with a teaspoon, "The reason for Zosi - I got the news through some friends in advance, and I hope to persuade you and Mr. Malfoy to leave before Voldemort Go to a safer place." Dumbledore put down the teaspoon in his hand, Chen Ken said.Draco noticed that his right hand was completely blackened, as if under some kind of irreversible curse.

"Zongsi?" Narcissa looked at Draco suspiciously, and then she understood, she smiled and said: "Thank you very much for reminding, Mr. Dumbledore, the Malfoy family will remember your kindness."

Draco curled his lips. Generally speaking, this kind of rhetoric is to increase the expenditure budget of Hogwarts and donate a sum of money to the Order of the Phoenix by the way.Thinking of the Gallon in his own treasury being donated to those poor ghosts who rarely gave him good looks, Draco felt as uncomfortable as swallowing a disgusting potion.

"I just did what I was supposed to do," said Dumbledore. "Besides, I think I need a little help from Mr. Malfoy."

The smile on Narcissa's face disappeared immediately, and she said coldly with a long face, "I'm sorry, please forgive a mother's love for her son, I hope my son can be in a place where I can protect."

"Of course, praise the great maternal love." Dumbledore touched the bridge of his nose, "Maybe you are overthinking, I just want to ask Mr. Malfoy, give me a prophecy about the future."

Narcissa didn't seem to agree with Dumbledore's words at all. She changed the subject calmly but abruptly: "I think since the situation is so urgent, there is no time to fiddle with those tea leaves and crystal balls, right? And, I believe you have Better master of prophecy, Mr. Dumbledore." She stood up and bowed slightly to Dumbledore, "I think I need to pack some things first."

"In this case," said Dumbledore, he stood up and bowed deeply to Narcissa, "if you are willing to accept an old man's final apology, I am willing to be the secret keeper of your new residence, a loyal curse."

"One - the Loyalty Curse?" Narcissa seemed unable to believe what she heard, she raised her chin and stared at the old man who was as famous as the Dark Lord, and slowly repeated the last sentence.

"I think I am qualified for the job," said Dumbledore. "I have felt Merlin's calling. The secrets about your family's house, I will take to the grave."

"Praise for your kindness." Narcissa agreed after measuring for less than a second. She nodded to Dumbledore, "Please forgive me for leaving for a few minutes."

After Narcissa's footsteps disappeared, Draco said to Dumbledore calmly: "Professor Dumbledore, if you can realize it, I think I can consider your proposal just now." The favor of the lion, anyway, he originally planned to do a divination.

Soon Narcissa came down with Potter. She was holding a dark green silver-rimmed lady's handbag, but she didn't bring anything else.The savior blushed, perhaps because he had just been woken up, and rubbed his eyes half asleep.

"Hello, Harry." Dumbledore greeted happily. The stupid lion was so frightened that he stepped on the empty steps. If it wasn't for Narcissa's mother who quickly grabbed his arm, he might have rolled directly to the sofa.

"Hello, Professor Dumbledore." The savior had already expressed guilty conscience and nervousness on his face, shrinking his neck and almost hiding behind Narcissa.

Draco was thinking about what reason to keep the savior for a while. The stupid cat he picked up by himself had just been raised, and he would not return it to the original owner casually.

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The end point of Apparition was the outskirts of a dilapidated manor. The gloomy main house and the depression overgrown with weeds made Draco fully believe that the furnishings in the house would definitely be worse than Black's old house.

Well, things can’t be seen on the surface. Since the dilapidated and dilapidated houses like Black’s old house have become the meeting point of the Order of the Phoenix, maybe this unattractive manor’s protective magic is comparable to Hogwarts?

Draco tried to overtake his mother to go to the front several times, but she stopped him with her eyes.

When they reached the collapsed walls, Narcissa raised her wand, and after a flash of light she nodded to the other three. "That's it," she said.

Draco followed his mother's footsteps and continued to walk forward, but he felt that he was caught by some kind of invisible and very sticky net, and he couldn't get over the low wall anyway. Potter, who was walking next to him, immediately noticed that Something was wrong, he asked softly and puzzled: "Draco?" He stood on the other side of the low wall, looked at him with a strange look, "Want to help?"

The cold and sticky feeling spread upwards from his feet, as if he had fallen into the mud, and his body was so heavy that he couldn't lift it up.

"Mom?" He opened his mouth to call out to his mother who was walking in front, but was horrified to find that he couldn't make a sound, and the strength to support his body was slowly losing—he tried to widen his eyes, the protective magic of this manor was too weird, it It has identified his identity—obviously, it wants to swallow him, a danger that shouldn't exist.

The cold feeling faded from his arm, and someone grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the protective array.

"Xiaolong, don't stay too far away from me." Narcissa paled, grabbed his arm tightly, and pulled him forward a few quick steps, about ten feet away from the inconspicuous low wall. Just stopped.She fumbled in her handbag for a while, and took out a dark ring for him, "Put it on." She said briefly and quickly.

It didn't look like metal or any other gem he knew.There was a soft feeling, as if it would deform if squeezed with a little force, Draco obeyed his mother's advice and put the ring on his finger, the dark ring was very conspicuous against his pale skin.

Dumbledore stood not far away and looked at this side thoughtfully, Draco rationally didn't ask anything.

It was the little stray cat he raised, who ran over slowly and squeezed it curiously - Draco tried hard to resist the urge to beat him - if he found that the ring was messed with by this sloppy idiot after a while If it's not the same, he will definitely teach him a lesson.

And the little action of the savior still has a follow-up, thinking that no one would notice, he lightly clasped his fingers together, and the warm temperature came from the palm of his hand.

Draco was glad that he hadn't changed out of his dress robes yet, the large cuffs concealed small movements - it's just that the two of them stood too close, and they knew there was a ghost at a glance.

Fortunately, his mother and Dumbledore were busy casting spells, so they didn't notice—Draco immediately squeezed his fingers tightly, and seeing the savior grinning in pain, he raised the corners of his mouth triumphantly.

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Double update, return a chapter before 12:[-]