HP If I Never Been to Rock House [Abraxas Malfoy]

His eyes suddenly stood up, "You entered Gryffindor by yourself, but you won't let me in in the end?"

"I know," Matilda swallowed with some difficulty, she really didn't have the energy to yell at the little wolf dog now, "You don't want to be with those black wizards of the Black family, you want to make a career on your own, But isn’t it good to go to Ravenclaw? Branching is not as simple as you think, isn’t it good to decide your future after you graduate from school?”

"Don't you want me to be like Regulus?" Sirius stood up abruptly, his immature face was full of arrogance.

"I just don't want you to participate in those political struggles, and I don't want you to risk your life for those big people, but you can't even leave a complete body." Matilda replied sadly, but Sirius didn't wait for her to finish, like a gust of wind rushed out.

James, who was eavesdropping, stood alone by the door. He scratched his hair in embarrassment, and said cautiously, "Padfoot just chose what he believes in."

"I understand." Matilda nodded towards James, "I have to go home, thank you Mrs. Potter for taking care of me."

Because she was carrying a broomstick, Matilda went back to the rock house first.What she didn't expect was that there was a large cardboard box lying on the stone steps at the door of the house, and a golden card was laid flat on the box, which read:

Thank you for your help, please excuse me, this is a snack for you.

A·M

As if she had just realized that her body had missed several meals, Matilda's stomach rumbled the moment she saw the word "snack".She held the card up to her eyes against the sun, as if she wanted to keep this name in her heart forever.

The sound of the waves beside the stone house got into her cochlea unconsciously, and Matilda suddenly felt that everything would be fine.

invite

If you know that you are thanking you for your patronage, do you want to scratch off all the words?

Abraxas has never been troubled by such things since he was a child.But it wasn't until he was middle-aged, wearing an invisibility cloak and standing in front of the stone house, that he realized that the essence of most wizards is that they are not as good as the Yellow River.

That day, the girl in front of her nimbly jumped off the broom and picked up the cards on the box, her bright face full of joy visible to the naked eye.

This scene played back repeatedly in Abraxas' mind. He scratched a few times on the official document with a quill pen a little annoyed, and the cover of the dossier was scratched with rough edges.

He should have realized the identity of the child long ago.

The red sun outside the window gradually slanted to the west, and the tea in the cup swirled and sank to the bottom.At this time, there was a knock on the door, and a fat young man walked in holding a large stack of documents.

"Get off work soon, Chief." The young man greeted Abraxas with a smile.

Abraxas hummed lightly, took a sip of tea, "Don't be too busy, Connelly."

"It's all right," Fudge replied nonchalantly, "I don't have a home anyway, so I might as well do something meaningful in the ministry."

"A hero comes out of troubled times," Abraxas sighed. He put on his overcoat, walked to Fudge's position and patted him on the shoulder. "Work hard, my position will be yours from now on."

"Just kidding, director." Fudge shook his head like a rattle, "I just want to be safe and be an ordinary person who works hard." He opened the folder and began to copy the list of medicines imported from Italy .

"Registration of wartime materials? This will be a backup." Abraxas was a little surprised.

"It needs to be used on the pass." Fudge leaned back in his chair a little irritatedly. Taking advantage of this gap, Abraxas quickly pulled out the document from the folder, and turned to the page signed by the person in charge.

It was Ludo Bagman.

What qualifications does he have to transfer supplies?

Before Fudge could react, Abraxas inserted the file back. "It's quite a lot, maybe more than 20 pages."

"Not much." Fudge replied with a little embarrassment, and Bagman deliberately told him to keep it a secret.But Malfoy only glanced at it, and probably couldn't understand anything.He comforted himself secretly in his heart, and decided not to mention this matter to anyone again.

When Abraxas arrived home, the clock in the living room just struck eleven.The chandelier in the corridor hadn't been extinguished yet. With the dim yellow light, he looked up at the tightly closed door on the second floor.

Lucius seemed to have fallen asleep.

This Sunday is the child's birthday, and it is also the day that Ariel will leave their father and son forever.Perhaps because he was afraid that his father would be sad, the sensible little Lucius hadn't clamored for a birthday gift since he was a child, but in previous years, the father and son probably had a meal and passed it.

It's just that it's Lucius' first birthday since he attended Hogwarts.According to the practice of pure-blood families, parents must help their children hold a birthday party. This is not just for celebration, but more like an application form for the little nobles to enter the upper class.Abraxas walked lightly to the study, thinking about discussing this matter with Lucius at breakfast tomorrow.

The night was very quiet, and the searchlights patrolling the Thames occasionally flickered on the curtains.He ordered the house-elf to make a pot of black tea, and casually took out the unfinished "A Tale of Two Cities" from the bookshelf.But before he could look at it for a while, Lucius knocked on the door of the study outside.

"Come in." Abraxas closed the book and put it on the table.

"Father," Lucius bowed slightly, "I booked a birthday party at the sketch library this Sunday. Here is the list of invitations. See if there is anything wrong."

Abraxas felt a little relieved. He had been thinking about how to explain this to his son these days, but he didn't expect that Luka had already started preparing for this ceremony somewhere he didn't know.He looked at the list carefully, and suggested with a smile, "The sketch library is too formal, why not change the banquet to the manor."

This proposal seemed to startle Lucius, he hesitated and replied, "Some of my friends may not understand etiquette, if they are brought to the manor..."

Abraxas knocked on the table, interrupting his child's doubts, "You just invited a Gryffindor, or it was from the Black family, so what else is there to worry about?"

"Matilda can be regarded as a Gryffindor with a brain." Seeing that his father had no intention of objecting, Lucius began to talk more. "If there are business contacts in the future, she can be regarded as a usable person."

"How do you know her so well?" Abraxas couldn't help raising his eyebrows when he heard his son's praise.

"Is there a relationship with Narcissa?" Lucius suddenly blushed when mentioning Sissy, "and she can always come up with some interesting little things."

Looking at Luka's flushed face, Abraxas couldn't help but laugh.He put "A Tale of Two Cities" back on the bookshelf, and said to his son, "Go back to sleep, it's already late."

==

Matilda was busy with Narcissa and the others until midnight yesterday.

Not only did they rearrange invitations, processes, and champagne for different guests, but they also bought dresses for the two girls to use tomorrow.

After everything was settled, the three children sat around the stove tiredly, watching the crackling sound of the burning firewood, and quietly welcomed their growth.At this time, Matilda always acts like a little adult, taking out a bottle of red wine from Alphard's wine cabinet, and pouring it for her younger siblings thoughtfully.

"To Luca's 11 years old." Matilda murmured.

"To the glory of pure blood." Lucius also raised his glass in response.

Matilda held back her smile and hid her face in the shadows. Why is this child talking about it?

"I hope Matilda can find Mrs. Right tomorrow." Narcissa said with a smile while secretly watching her sister's reaction.

Lucius leaned over curiously, but Matilda didn't dare to meet the searching gaze of the little peacock, so she had to move her face away a little stiffly.

"What are you looking at, this kind of banquet is for finding a marriage partner?" Narcissa pouted and glared at Lucius.

"Then Matilda can try it with my cousin." Lucius suggested without thinking about trying to win over Black as an ally.

In order to prevent these two little dolls from wandering off their minds, Matilda coughed dryly, "If you want to get married, you must be Bella first, so don't drag it on me."

Narcissalu didn't answer.She has not yet become a human spirit, but she already has the appearance of a little fox between her eyebrows and eyes.

Lucius blushed from drinking, and his speech became unrestrained, "I just want to ask, why do you, Black, hate Bella so much?"

"She was born with a curse," Narcissa replied simply.

Matilda lay on the floor and took a sip of the red wine. The voices beside her seemed to drift further and further away, and she finally fell into a deep sleep.

Matilda woke up early today despite drinking a little wine last night.Those two brats had already left at some point, and they didn't forget to help her back to the bedroom when they left.

Be conscientious.

Matilda snickered. She curled up her body tightly under the quilt, and then stretched out vigorously.

It was still early, and the goblins who arrived in the garden early did not get up.Do you really want to wear that dress you bought yesterday?Or just go in casual clothes

The catfish monster kept in the attic had been sold to Sgrahorn by her father last week, but Matilda still had an inexplicable fear that made her refuse to get up.

Today is Lucius' birthday, and Matilda understands that she must dress appropriately.But to what extent is it appropriate?Want to put on the prettiest makeup?Matilda thought of the pair in the rock house that seemed to be able to penetrate the soul.