[hp] stay out of it

The summer at the end of the fourth grade is a bit confusing for every Hogwarts student.

The Triwizard Tournament was suddenly canceled, the final exam was replaced by the usual performance assessment, and after Principal Dumbledore made a statement about the resurrection of the man whose name could not be mentioned, the students sat on the back seat under strict supervision. home train.

In the end what happened?

What nonsense is Headmaster Dumbledore talking about?

Why are all the teachers on the verge of an enemy, who is dead?

The Hogwarts Express was full of uneasy and excited whispers and rumors. Among the doubtful wizard classmates, Draco Malfoy and his partners were undoubtedly full of superiority.He even knew more than many teachers, after all, his father was at the scene of that chaos.

In the Slytherin carriage, after making sure that no outsiders would overhear, Malfoy picked the most comfortable and arrogant posture to recline on the seat on one side, while Crabbe and Goyle, who were like two hills, reluctantly Squeezed into the seat on the other side, the slightest movement makes the poor cushion squeak under the weight.

"It's a pity that none of the megalomaniacs in our school died." Malfoy sighed, his tone full of malice, "If I have to choose the death list, Granger, and other scum born in the mud ..."

Malfoy still couldn't forgive the Muggle-born Hermione Granger's habit of getting first in everything.For him, who regards the supremacy of pure blood as his truth, this is really something that goes against the laws of nature and is incomprehensible.

"She must have some shady deal with the professors." Malfoy said bitterly. "After all, few of our professors are decent people who can stand on the stage."

Crabbe mentions another: "White always comes first.

"And he was always absent from the lectures," Gore said.

What puzzled the two followers was that Malfoy did not show any hostility towards this classmate who always surpassed him in all aspects, but said lazily, "Maybe it's because he is many times smarter than you, Goyle. Your report card won’t look so bad if you pay attention to the teacher for an extra 10 minutes during class.”

Gore's stupid face showed dissatisfaction. "My father said that a wise man would not stand against the Dark Lord. He openly provoked the Dark Lord this time, and together with his brother, he disrupted the Dark Lord's plan completely. He will pay the price."

Malfoy didn't like to hear this very much. He said meanly: "'Your dad said'? Goyle, a person like your dad can't judge what a smart person should do. What a smart person should do can only be Only the same kind can judge. Otherwise, why can't he be a little smarter?"

Both Goyle's and Crabbe's fathers were also Malfoy's father's henchmen, and Draco Malfoy had never shown any respect for two grown wizards.

Goyle couldn't refute Malfoy's "evaluation" of his father, so he kept his mouth shut. Crabbe was used to this kind of unilateral slander, and his eating speed didn't slow down at all.

Malfoy's eyes turned to the glass on the carriage door, examining the students wandering back and forth. "Speaking of which, White has indeed been gone for a long time."

Goyle shrugged and said vaguely, "Maybe he's hiding."

Malfoy felt that this guess was correct, and looked away.He decided in his heart to inquire with his father after returning home what the Dark Lord wanted for the few students who escaped at that time.

After returning home, Malfoy met someone who was somewhat related to White.

Bruce Boyle.

The new head of the Boyle family - both his father and uncle were assassinated in last year's turmoil - was drinking tea, eating snacks and reading a book leisurely in the Malfoy family's study, It's as if this is your own home.

"He came to look for you." Narcissa Malfoy briefly explained, she knocked on the door: "Draco is back."

Bruce Boyle gently put the teacup back on the saucer and stood up.

"I want to talk to White."

"So?" Malfoy asked coldly.

"I want you to send him a message."

Malfoy narrowed his eyes in disgust: "Won't you go by yourself?"

"Their family is not in the Floo network. And I've already been on the list of the Order of the Phoenix. I think it's better to be cautious not to show off on the main road. And the news of the patron saint can't be sent to him." Bruce said There was a strange expression on his face: "Besides, I have other things." After speaking, he sat back and stared at his hands carefully.

Malfoy saw that there was a very old dark green ring on it, and there were some obvious scratches on it.

"I'll meet him in the old house on Fran Street. He will set the date." Bruce was completely calm and calm, instead of being anxious when he was at Hogwarts.

Malfoy was about to say something when Narcissa touched him lightly from behind, he snorted and followed her out of the room.

Narcissa Malfoy sent her son back to her room, followed by the new house elf from a family that had failed abroad, who they had managed to find not long ago, dragging the young master of the Malfoy family's luggage.Malfoy only glanced at it a few more times before turning his attention back to the Frenchman in the study: "What's the matter with him, mother?"

Narcissa's face was also a little unhappy: "He wants you to pass a message. He won't leave until he sees his half-brother." She pursed her lips and adjusted her expression: "The Dark Lord kept his promise .Although the plans for Easter have been messed up, he will not take his anger on others. Now this Boyle has become the hero of the Dark Lord, and the Dark Lord asked us to do our best to meet his demands."

Draco's room arrived.The elf struggled to drag the young master's big box full of textbooks and various playthings into the closet, and started tidying up under Narcissa's signal.Malfoy saw him look clumsy compared to Dobby, with some impatience on his face.

"I'll go find him now. Get this guy out of my house." Malfoy turned around and headed for the stairs.

Before leaving, because he didn't know the address of the White's house, Malfoy had to go through the fireplace to find a pure-blood Ravenclaw's house and ask for the new address of the Black's house.The Ravenclaw saw that the head protruding from the fire belonged to Malfoy, and was a little wary: "What do you want him for?"

Malfoy said dryly, "Don't worry, we're friends. I'm just going to deliver something to him."

"Then you still don't know the address of his home?" The other party became more suspicious.

Malfoy rolled his eyes and turned his head away.

He sprinkled another handful of Floo powder and called out reluctantly, "Bellini Hornby's."

Master Malfoy was never happy to put his noble body (even if it was just his head) where it wasn't pure-blooded.Bellini Hornby, a half-wizard family, naturally belonged where Malfoy would never set foot - stick his head - in.

When Bellini heard White's name, his face became very unwelcoming.

"Did you quarrel?" Malfoy gloated a little.

Bellini rolled his eyes. "What are you looking for with him?"

"His brother was looking for him, not me." Malfoy was in a bad mood when he mentioned this.

"Bruce?" Bellini's attention was hit slightly, and he lifted his eyes from the small table in front of him.It was only then that Malfoy noticed that there was a thick magic book on the small table. It turned out that Bellini was still distracted reading the book when he was talking to him just now.

Poor Ravenclaw.He cursed secretly.

"He's at your house?" Bellini asked. "Do you know how many Galleons the internal bounty is for his information?"

"No." Malfoy flatly denied. "Why is he at my house?"

Bellini stared at Malfoy thoughtfully for a few seconds before deciding to leave the matter alone.

He remembered White's wariness against Bruce, and knew that Boyle could not be trusted.Now after what happened on Easter, Bruce didn't hide quickly, but instead looked around for White like this, there might be some conspiracy in it.

Bellini had to admit that although he and White were still in a cold war, he still couldn't intercept such important information.

Bellini gave Malfoy the address of White's home. "These days they are going to put a loyalty spell on the house, and now I can tell you the address, you are lucky."

Malfoy couldn't help being a little surprised to see that he was not as vigilant as the Ravenclaw just now, but told himself so simply.

Bellini picked up the thick book on the small table. "You are no threat to him."

Malfoy nearly choked on anger.

"Your family can't do it either. I was there on Easter. It seems that since the Death Eaters left Hogwarts, their magic level has not improved much compared to ordinary students."

Can Vincent White be considered an ordinary student?Malfoy just wanted to refute, but Bellini said proudly: "Vincent may not have the courage and courage to maintain justice in the wizarding world and save the lives of others, but my parents can. Sooner or later, the Death Eaters and their bosses will Go to prison." After speaking, he put the big book in front of his eyes and said, "See you, Malfoy."

When Malfoy saw the title of the book, he realized that he was reading: "Mi[-]: The Snipe Handbook"

A snipe manual?

what?

Malfoy got the address of White's house, but couldn't get there himself, so he had to ask Narcissa to apparate him there.

"You can ask Si Ling to take you there."

Malfoy's mind flashed the face of the hideous, gender-neutral elf. "No." He wrinkled his face in disgust: "I don't want that kind of thing to touch me."

Narcissa had nothing to do with her son.

"Perhaps we can give Boyle the address and let him find his brother." She tasked the house-elf Silkling with the matter.But after a few seconds, she heard a howl and rushed back to the luxuriously decorated living room where the mother and son were.

"Mr. Boyle said that no one is allowed to disturb him!" Si Ling cried and screamed, with thick smoke coming out of both ears and an unpleasant smell of burning.

Narcissa was a little angry: "What is he doing? This is not the mansion of the Boyle family, so he can do whatever he wants."

Si Ling didn't dare to touch her sharp ears, and whimpered, "He's talking to a ghost lady, ma'am."

Narcissa stopped to find Boyle to settle accounts: "Ghost?"

She wrinkled her nose: "Did you read that right?"

"I'm quite sure, ma'am."

"There is no magic spell in our family that can make ghosts exist."

"That kind of spell can only be found in Hogwarts." Narcissa cast her eyes on the ceiling, the room where Bruce was.

"That emerald ring seems to belong to Slytherin," Draco said.

It must have been given to him by the Dark Lord.

No matter what ulterior motives he was doing up there, Voldemort was probably behind it.The mother and son exchanged a look, and finally decided to leave him alone.

There was a moment of silence in the living room.Narcissa said, "I'll take you to Sirius' house now." Send Boyle away early.

Draco heard the second part of what Narcissa didn't say, nodded, and took his mother's arm.

Moments later, Narcissa and Draco Malfoy appeared in the shade of the beech procyon.

For a moment, the two Malfoys felt a strange sense of dizziness.

The reason is not because of Narcissa's apparition magic, but because of the strangely shaped house of the Black family.

The wizarding world is very blurry about what is reasonable and what is not, with the Weasleys' crumbling Burrow, or any other home that's so whimsical that it's been featured in the Daily Prophet's supplement.

Blake's house deserved a newspaper editor's interview.Draco thought so.

The house is upside down.

The traditional European-style attic cottage with a pointed roof stands upside down on the grass, and a slope of the attic is tightly attached to the ground. It seems that a violent giant grabbed the house and threw it flying, rolling to the side.

If Draco hadn't known that the giant hadn't moved recently, he would have suspected that the house's unlucky appearance was the work of the Dark Lord's vengeance.

The door with the doorbell is placed in the attic in the shape of the house. Through the upside-down door (because the whole house is upside-down, the window glass is actually on the grass), you can see the golden red color inside .

"I don't want to go in," Draco grumbled, feeling stupid enough just to imagine himself trying to open that upside-down door.

Narcissa looked up and down the house in disgust, and was also hesitating whether to knock on the door.But a cheerful voice came from overhead: "What do you think of it, cousin?"

Narcissa was a little startled, and looked up, only to find Sirius leaning lazily on a very high tree branch.

"It's not good." Narcissa found that no matter what posture she had to talk to Sirius, she had to look up in a distressed manner, so she lowered her head and didn't look at him. "Or, too bad. It really is your style."

"Yeah, I also don't think there's much to talk about with the peacock's wife at home." Sirius said leisurely and sharply: "Since you married Malfoy and gave birth to this pale cub (Draco wrinkled After frowning), this is the first time we've met. What should I say? Should I thank old Malfoy for taking care of Vincent and his classmates at Easter?"

Narcissa was silent for half a second, probably thinking that it was futile to pretend that she was not a Death Eater in front of her cousin, so she said openly: "The Dark Lord only targeted Potter. The other students didn't have the brains to break through Come in, and the Dark Lord is under no obligation to send a lost child home."

Speaking of this, Narcissa raised her eyebrows and showed a sarcasm smile: "Why, do I have to apologize for your godson?"

Sirius laughed more sarcastically than she did: "No need. It just so happens that I don't have to apologize to this little brat in the future, for his poor parents."

"You are very confident in your little bit of strength."

"I'm more confident in your incompetence." Sirius said sharply, "I'm really worried that Crabbe and Goyle will fall and lose their heads one day. In this way, you husband will have no servants."

Narcissa said: "You should be more worried about your two troubled sons. I think the Potters have already demonstrated to you the consequences of being targeted by the Dark Lord."

"The premise is that you can still find a traitor from the Order of the Phoenix." Sirius' voice cooled down, tired of "chatting" with the always hated Slytherin: "Mrs. Malfoy, what are you doing at my house?"

"I just sent him here to send a message to White." Narcissa patted the small folds on her sleeves proudly, "I don't want to stay in this kind of place for a moment."

"This kind of place doesn't welcome you either," Sirius bared his teeth and said with a half-smile, "Please go back."

Narcissa glanced at Draco hesitantly, guessing that the upright members of the Order of the Phoenix would not do anything to her son, and now that it was barely at peace, she really did not want to be under the upside-down house of Sirius Staying for a second longer, giving Draco a word, Apparated away.

Sirius was too lazy to talk to a half-grown child like Draco. Seeing that Narcissa had really left, he muttered, "Thanks to Merlin, this woman is finally gone", and then leaned back against the tree trunk: "Vincent is probably in the study .” Then he stopped talking.

This is probably allowing himself to step into the door of his house.

Draco raised his neck and took a last look at the house slanted on the grass, walked up and quickly opened the upside-down door.

The moment he closed the doorknob, Draco felt as if someone had thrown him into the sky, and he fell upwards.

what happened?

Draco's first reaction was to reach for his chest to get his wand, but before he could get it, he fell hard on the—ground?on the ceiling?

Dazed, he froze on the ground for a few seconds, looked out the window, and realized that not only the exterior of the house, but also the interior was upside down: above the small window in the attic was a field of green plush grass.He is now sitting on the floor of the Black family's upside-down house with his head facing the ground.

How many spells does it take?

Draco was amazed at the amount of enchantments the house needed, and thought the family was just too boring.

He cursed, stood up, and looked out the window at the grass above and the sky below, still feeling a little uncomfortable.Then focus on the furnishings in the house.

Golden curtains, crimson small table.

On the small table were the letters that were just delivered today. The tablecloth on the small table was an Eastern European-style square cloth, which had a sense of antiquity. Of course, the main color was gold.

There are some piled up in the corner of the corridor, probably from Sirius' own collection, which have not been sorted out in time.

Malfoy looked for the stairs, and calculated up and down in his mind where the study should be in such a house. Along the way, the furniture in many rooms had not been completely arranged.

Despite its messy appearance, the house has a unique energy.It's completely different from the exquisite collections displayed around the Malfoy mansion.

Malfoy entered the house from the attic, found the stairs and went all the way down to the floor farthest from the ground, where he found Vincent White in one of the most complete rooms.

He was absently taking something out of the box when he heard approaching footsteps, turned his head to see Malfoy, and greeted Malfoy as lazily as Sirius: "This house is a good idea, isn't it?"

He wasn't surprised by Malfoy's sudden visit, it seemed that the argument between Narcissa and Sirius just now was a little too loud.

Malfoy casually walked into White's door, dragged out a bronze upholstered soft chair and sat down. "Boyle wants you. He wants you to go to the old house in Fran Street, as long as you want."

White looked back at Malfoy: "He is now arranged by Voldemort to live in your house?"

Malfoy rolled his eyes in displeasure: "How do you know everything?"

"Is it hard to guess? Besides that, what else would make Master Malfoy come out and deliver a message on his first day of vacation instead of staying comfortably at home?"

"Boyle said the message he sent you with the Patronus Charm couldn't be delivered."

"Ah," White absently moved the stacks of books out of the box and put them in the bookcase: "That's because I drove them away. Bruce is really out of his mind, and I don't want to have anything to do with Bruce anymore."

Malfoy frowned: "Then do you want to go to Fran Street? If you don't keep your appointment, this guy looks like he's going to stay at our house forever."

White seemed to say, "That's none of my business," but just shrugged when he turned around and saw Malfoy narrowing his eyes threateningly.

"It depends," White said. "What is he doing at your house?"

"Probably Dark Arts," said Malfoy, "how dare he burn our house-elf's ears."

"Didn't Dobby be released by Harry?"

Malfoy rolled his eyes: "Don't mention that Scarhead—our family found another one."

White arranged all the books neatly, stood up straight and stretched, and then said relaxedly: "Since he is doing something evil, then I won't get involved."

He patted Malfoy on the shoulder and walked out of his room.

"What?" Malfoy jumped to his feet and followed closely behind him: "You can't do this!"

"Why?" White lazily walked up the stairs, and Malfoy followed, getting closer to the green grass above the window.

"Boyle is your brother. You can't leave this big trouble in our house." Malfoy ordered.

White stopped suddenly, turned his head and waved his slender fingers slightly in front of Malfoy's eyes: "Boyle is out of my control. You should complain about this to your boss Voldemort."

Malfoy was angry: "Boyle is now the Dark Lord's favorite, even if I tell the Dark Lord that Boyle created a ghost in my house, he will..."

"Ghost?" White raised his voice slightly.He remembered Boyle's long-standing obsession with wanting to resurrect Helen.

The author has something to say:

Here I apologize to the more than 600 readers who have collected it.

This article originally started as a high school student who failed miserably. Out of the idea of ​​the newspaper, I planned to write an article about abuse, abuse, abuse and acceptance within [-] words.

Later, because the author was not strong enough in writing, he encountered the most common mistake in online writing, poor writing.The love story that was supposed to be a big abuse and a small abuse suddenly ran away with the conspiracy and feud, and the situation of the protagonist and Malfoy hardly made any progress.

Since last year, "Being Outside" has fallen into a bottleneck, and it has been intermittent, and then stopped until now.

Whether it's the few characters whose images are not very clear in the article, or everyone who silently put this article in the favorites, the author feels very ashamed.

After all, this is the first time that so many emotions have been invested in a novel, and I will definitely not let it just be such a trap.Now, the fifth year of the author's cumbersome deviation is all locked, and then he plans to finish "Staying Outside" within two weeks.

It is a conclusion of the past three years.

After that, a large number of plot lines will be simply abandoned, so it feels a bit anticlimactic.However, the author's conscience guarantees that all the foreshadowings have reasonable explanations, and they are not random brain holes.

Fifth grade is the season when the two protagonists fall in love.Please look forward to it.

PS, Cardcaptor Sakura has opened a new hole, let's celebrate together!I originally planned to save up to 1 words, but I couldn't help posting it today.

byinno.