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It snowed a lot on Christmas, but Malfoy Manor was still busy with the banquet a few days later.

Lucius's platinum-blond hair was a bit dull, and Narcissa helped him a lot.This was probably the warmest thing Lucius felt during the holidays. Narcissa, his fiancée, he really liked.

Abraxas was lying on the bed, his complexion was getting better and better, and he was even getting younger and younger. Abraxas who was lying on the bed now looked like Lucius' brother.

This made Lucius amazed at the changes in his father. You must know that the potion used to treat Abraxas does not have the effect of rejuvenating, that is to say, sleeping can make people younger?

Lucius sat on the chair and looked at his father's sleeping face. Because of the deep sleep, his metabolism was still going on. In order to prevent Abraxas' body from being profaned by the house elves, Lucius specially hired a big The beauty wizard as the caretaker.

Malfoy always wants to enjoy the best, and Lucius is unwilling to wrong his father.Although his father felt a little self-inflicted, Lucius still didn't want to let himself watch Abraxas die like this, and spent a lot of money to save Abraxas.Malfoy cares most about his family.

Narcissa wore a long pure white dress and came up from downstairs. Her long golden hair shone slightly, and her blue eyes were a little bright under the candlelight.She walked over slightly, and saw the sleeping Abraxas with catkins on Lucius' shoulders: "Uncle will wake up one day."

"I know." Lucius covered Narcissa's slightly cool hand with his hand, and his big dry hand wrapped Narcissa's hand in his hand, gradually warming Narcissa's hand.

"I'm going home, Luke," Narcissa knelt down and buried her face in Lucius' knee, her long golden hair flowing down from her head like gilt.

Lucius' fingers shuttled through Narcissa's hair, stroking gently, feeling the softness and delicateness of the hair in his hand, Lucius' blue eyes softened a lot: "Sissy, thank you for your hard work." Things at the banquet were messy, thanks to Narcissa, it was so organized, and thanks to Narcissa, Christmas was not so lonely.

"It's not hard for you." Narcissa pressed Lucius's hand to her face, and rubbed it lightly twice. The touch of the hair made Lucius feel itchy.

Holding Narcissa's face in his arms, Lucius leaned over and kissed Narcissa's tender lips tenderly.

After the lingering, Lucius sent Narcissa into the fireplace and left Malfoy Manor.The huge Malfoy Manor was eerily quiet and empty.

Lucius returned to Abraxas' bedroom, hoping that his father would sit up from the bed, greet him with a mischievous smile, ridicule and complain to each other.

However, these are just extravagant hopes, and it is really hard to say whether Abraxas will wake up.

The physical condition is very good, it's like sleeping, you can't tell if you will open your eyes in the next second and flirt with girls.

After seeing Abraxas, the doctors from St. Mungo told Lucius that it was not because of his body. The virus of dragonborn syphilis had been completely emptied, and the reason why he could not wake up was because of Abraxas himself. Don't want to wake up.

"Father, I don't know what makes you unwilling to wake up," Lucius looked at his father with blue eyes, with a lonely expression, "However, the enemy has been killed, if you have any fear, or If you have any other wishes, father, you should stand up and face them yourself. I don't want to look down on your father."

After Lucius said these words without hope, he returned to his bedroom, lit the fireplace in his bedroom, and lay on his bed in the light of the fire.

His eyes flickered in the firelight, and Lucius' face was expressionless, looking very cold.

Abraxas was evading his responsibilities, which Lucius could not tolerate.Or did he just think he was dead, thought he was dead, and couldn't wake up?

No matter what the facts are, Lucius doesn't want to pursue it, as long as Abraxas can wake up, everything will be fine.

He was sure that the Abraxas Voldemort wanted to see was not Abraxas in a vegetable state, but a alive and kicking subordinate, seeing his right-hand man really come alive.

Thinking about these important matters in his mind, Lucius gradually fell asleep.Lucius, who was asleep, frowned, as if he was stuck by something and couldn't get rid of it at all.

……

In the headmaster's office at Hogwarts, Dumbledore looked at the woolen socks sent by an old man by the light.

The blue eyes were closed, and the hand holding the wool socks couldn't help trembling.Dumbledore really did not expect that Gellert would actually give him wool socks.After so many years, Gellert kept his promise, and he?

Dumbledore will never extinguish his resolve to fight against darkness, whether it be caused by his parted love or his always guilty child.

Gellert figured it out, but there was a human life between them, his own sister's life was ruined because of his carelessness and selfishness.Dumbledore didn't want to get to the bottom of who among them issued the Death Curse. He didn't retrace the spell on his wand, nor did he ask Gellert or Aberforth.

Because all three of them are responsible, and the deepest responsibility lies with him.The slogan of being young and frivolous, for the greatest good made him want to abandon his sister, and when his sister really died and separated from him, Dumbledore felt unparalleled pain.

Family, love, career... These things make up a person's life, and they are indispensable.Dumbledore thought that although his young self had never thought of giving up one of them, he was evading his due responsibilities, and the tragedy had something to do with his own choice.

Gellert helped him this time, but Dumbledore had no way to repay... He walked to Gellert's door, and he didn't have the courage to open the door.

He could imagine what Gellert would be like in the prison. Nurmengard was built by him, and he imprisoned himself here to seal the magic power. Maybe he didn't, but he was lonely year after year.

Dumbledore didn't know when he would be able to cross the barrier in his heart, but Gellert was still imprisoned there, because of him, because of the war...

Wool socks are hand-knitted, and you can feel how hard the knitters put them into it.Dumbledore knew that Gellert made these socks himself, and he didn't know how to repay Gellert's friendship. He tortured each other year after year, and now they are old and still can't let go.

After all, I still can't let go...

……

Voldemort stayed alone in his manor, and Nagini accompanied him. The well-behaved snake girl just ate a person today, a damned traitor.

Voldemort didn't light a stove, and the manor was very empty, as cold as the orphanage where he lived as a child.

{Tom, you haven't eaten yet. } Nagini lay on Voldemort's lap, spitting out the snake letter, looking at Voldemort with inorganic eyes.

{It doesn’t matter if you eat or not. }Voldemort's hand caressed his little girl, and the cold hand fell on Nagini's head, which made Nagini feel a little cold.

{Tom, how about a fire, it's too cold. }The weather is so cold that Nagini would have hibernated long ago if she hadn't remembered Voldemort.

Voldemort didn't speak, his eyelashes drooped slightly, and all the stoves lit up with sparks instantly, and the warmth swept away the coldness of Voldemort's manor.It's just that Voldemort couldn't warm himself.

{Tom, it's warming up. }Nagini's voice was full of joy, and she didn't like hibernation either.That meant Voldemort would be alone, and her little boy would be lonely.

Voldemort's blood-red eyes looked softer under the firelight. A magic book flew over from the bookshelf, landed in his hand, and automatically turned to the place he had seen last time.

Nagini saw that Voldemort was reading a book, so she fell silent and lay quietly at Voldemort's feet, slowly digesting the traitor she ate today.It's true that she can eat people, but people in clothes are actually not that tasty.The digestive system of a snake is different from that of a human. Tomorrow she will have to find a trash can to spit out what she ate.

'Tom is very sad today, it feels bad to be betrayed, but he can't stop eating! ' Nagini crept away noiselessly, ran to the kitchen and threatened the house-elf with cooking a meal.

The books in Voldemort's hands are all about taboo-level alchemy. He tried to make the Sorcerer's Stone, which can allow him to achieve eternal life, but it is a pity that the production of the Sorcerer's Stone will kill too many people. Voldemort himself does not have so many People can be killed.

Thinking of snatching Nick's Philosopher's Stone, but the old bastard actually hid.

Voldemort couldn't find Nick's hiding place at all, so he didn't have too much pursuit of the Sorcerer's Stone for the time being, and the side effects of taboo alchemy that could achieve immortality were very strong, which made Voldemort never want to use alchemy to help him live forever.

And many of the potion family have already escaped from the world. Voldemort was almost mad when Prince chose to close the manor. However, he did not expect that his servant Lucius Malfoy could get help from Prince.

Voldemort was going to forcefully break Caprins' defenses after the banquet, enter Princes, and ask them to submit to him and offer the potion of immortality.

Abraxas is still asleep now, his old friend should just stay asleep.Old Malfoy was not as easy to manipulate as young Malfoy. Although Voldemort was annoyed that someone dared to play tricks under his nose, it was a good thing that Abraxas survived and fell asleep in the end.

{Tom, let's go eat. }Nagini saw that Voldemort was no longer reading, so she coquettishly wrapped herself around Voldemort's leg.

Voldemort looked at Nagini and said {Nagini, get off me. }

Nagini got off Voldemort obediently, and Voldemort stood up, walking slowly and gracefully towards the dining room.Nagini squirmed to keep up with Voldemort, but her overfed stomach made it difficult to move.

Voldemort did not speak, a silent wandless spell had been cast, Nagini flew up, and was levitated to follow him.