if i am not me

In November, the cold winter winds blew away what little warmth the afternoon sun had brought to Malfoy Manor.The hostess of the manor was sitting in the living room studying this year's latest winter clothing styles, while her husband was leaning against the fireplace in the study, concentrating on the letters in his hand.

On the desk not far away, neatly stacked files almost took up the huge desk space, with one or two newspapers of the day scattered among them.The characters in the photos in the newspaper made various expressions, some were proud and confident, some smiled kindly, some sneered with disdain, and some were ferocious and distorted.

Lucius just flipped through the few newspapers and ignored them. They were nothing more than Fudge's speeches or other boring things. The only thing that caught his attention was the night break-in News from the Ministry of Magic.

This news didn't take up too much space in the newspaper. It just introduced the general situation and then there was no more content. It didn't even have a photo, and the names of relevant people were not mentioned in the article.But relying on his sensitivity on certain matters, Lucius put down the newspaper with a little uneasiness after reading the news several times.

This kind of almost morbid sensitivity was formed during the ups and downs of these years. It was relying on this sensitivity that Lucius led his family through one difficulty after another-to maintain the honor of the Malfoy family, to achieve His own ideals, to protect his wife and children, all of these are constantly tempering Lucius' heart that has been honed and strengthened day by day.

Now, his senses told him, danger was near.Although I don't know what it will be specifically, but when I think about it carefully, it will never be something other than "that person".

Counting the days with his fingers, "he" may feel that he has been silent enough...

Forcibly suppressing the uneasiness in his heart, Lucius moved his body closer to the fireplace and continued to read the letters that had just arrived.

The letter was from Mary, and it was the same as before, and it was all about business.After all, if there was a personal matter, she would write to Narcissa, not him.

After quickly reading the letter, and looking at the comments made by her economic advisor and the attached profit reports for this quarter, Lucius's heavy face eased a little.

In fact, there would be such a good profit. Lucius was very surprised at the beginning, because he had only joined the business with the mentality of wooing and tempting, but he didn't want to. Mary gave him a surprise in return.

Maybe Harry's "mother" is really not good at doing business, but she has a group of extremely profitable employees and a few quick-witted children, plus that Remus Lupine and his helper in the wizarding world, this partnership The business made several partners see a brand new market, and also faintly saw a future development direction of the magic world.

The wizarding world has remained unchanged for too long... So long that you can still see coal lamps in wizards' homes, so long that you are almost out of touch with the development of this world.When the wizards were still laughing and talking about how their ancestors played with the Muggles who burned them time and time again, they didn't know that Muggles could already use guns, cannons, and things that were unimaginable to their wizards. Something unexpectedly strangled them arbitrarily...

Back then, he saw this transformation, but he didn't think about it in a more rational way.Maybe "that person" saw this transformation too, but his power made him ignore it.

The appearance of "him" brought turmoil to the magic world, and also found a direction for him back then. Although that direction seems wrong now, at that time, when he heard the impassioned declaration, Lu Xiu Si really thought he had found a way to change the wizarding world.

Thinking of this, Lucius sighed heavily. If there hadn't been that failure back then, maybe the Malfoy family wouldn't be in such a situation now.However, the fact is that "he" disappeared that night, and the Death Eaters suffered the most serious blow in an instant...and he, for the first time, questioned the cause he advocated.

But even so, Lucius never thought of betraying "him" in these years.

All the transformations took place during Draco's second grade.

The moment Lucius saw his child lying on the hospital bed, for the first time Lucius felt emotions other than reverence and fear towards "that person", that was anger.Yes, he, Lucius Malfoy, can be "his" subordinate, even if he is injured and bleeds.But that doesn't mean his family has to be like him.

Drake's injury was actually caused by himself. If he hadn't taken out the diary, maybe everything that followed would not have happened.So Lucius' anger towards "him" was not because that diary hurt his son, but because he finally saw clearly the status of people like himself in "him".

Thinking about what "he" told him when he handed this diary to him, Lucius finally made a decision that he would never have thought about before.

He also worried and hesitated. After all, Lucius Malfoy was an out-and-out Death Eater in the past. The transformation happened so abruptly in his own eyes, and he didn't know whether those people would accept it sincerely. his choice.But now it seems that these worries are unnecessary.

Because he didn't believe that Remus Lupine, who could only do research, knew anything about business.Thinking about it, it must be those few friends of his who are fueling the flames behind.

Using the bond of economic interests to connect their relationship is indeed much more trustworthy than those empty slogans.

The sound of knocking on the door twice brought Lucius back to his thoughts, and he said "come in" lightly, and saw the house elf Tutu push the door open and said respectfully, "Master, madam, please go downstairs have supper."

Hearing the sound, Lucius turned his gaze to the big clock by the study window. Sure enough, the time indicated was already dinner time.

After the notice, the house elf left the master's study invisibly. Lucius looked at the re-closed door, left the fireplace and put the letter in the desk drawer.

Narcissa looked at her husband coming down the stairs, and greeted her with a smile. "Why did you forget the time?"

Seeing his wife's smile, Lucius also smiled and said, "Mary mentioned a new plan, so I read more."

"Oh? Do you have any new ideas?" Hearing this, Narcissa blinked curiously. Although Harry's brothers and sisters are all Muggles, it may be because their thinking is not subject to certain stalemates in the wizarding world. The relationship blocked by beliefs often puts forward some unexpected suggestions in some key places, so that those wizards who specialize in researching new products can often get some beneficial enlightenment.

Narcissa looked down on those half-breeds and "mudbloods" before, but now she has changed.Because both she and her husband had discovered that no one was better at understanding some of the connections between the Muggle and wizarding worlds.Those people combined their knowledge of both worlds, so when they wanted to enchant some Muggle items, they found that people they had previously looked down upon became the best practitioners.

Now their business has just started, and not many people are willing to accept this job, but it can be seen from the profits they have made during this period that this is a very promising project.They firmly believe that more and more excellent people will join this industry in the future, and more and more wizards will experience the convenience and benefits brought to them by these products.

"It's about 'marketing'. Her consultant gave her some advice after learning that she had invested in a business, so she wanted to hear my opinion." Lucius looked at the table where the food had been placed. He took his wife to the dining table and sat down.

"Oh... let's talk about this aspect slowly." Narcissa raised her eyebrows when she heard that she was not interested at all, and sat down opposite Lucius with a smile.

Narcissa's words made Lucius laugh, and the husband and wife ate dinner while talking like this.

Just when they were talking about the recent situation of Draco and Harry, suddenly a house elf rushed into the restaurant with a face full of horror, and said in a sharp voice, "Master... something happened to 'that one'."

In a certain villa on the outskirts of London, a young and beautiful black-haired boy was gesturing with his slender white fingers on the arm of a chunky middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man with a wretched face didn't seem to think there was anything wonderful about this touch. On the contrary, his expression could even be described as distorted.But even so, he just gritted his teeth fiercely not to let himself make any sound of pain.Because the young man in front of him is his master.

Riddle looked at the hideous mark on Wormtail's left arm, and hooked the corners of his pretty lips.This is the third order he sent: the first one didn't get a response, the result of the second one he saw in this morning's newspaper, and the third one...

The news he got was that she was missing, and he wondered if this missing person would come back to him faithfully as he remembered?

This question made Riddle smile, but Wormtail began to tremble involuntarily when he saw this.Fortunately, Riddle let go of his hand at this moment, and Wormtail swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and hurriedly walked cautiously to the corner of the wall and stood in the shadows.Only then did he dare to secretly raise his hand to wipe the cold sweat off his forehead.

The masters had changed—that was the last conclusion Wormtail had come to.

He couldn't tell exactly what had changed, he only knew that since the master regained his physical body, he was completely unable to guess what the master was thinking in his heart.He was also unable to guess before, but at least he had some traces to follow.But now, he is at a loss every day, all he has to do is wait for the master's instructions, and then follow them.

The uncertainty of cloudy weather seems to have become a portrayal of the master's mood. He was still roaring angrily one second, and calm and rational the next second as if nothing had happened.Fortunately, this situation has gradually decreased now. In the past few days, the master has even begun to recall his former subordinates.

Unfortunately, the result does not seem to satisfy the owner...

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