war and peace

One morning at Malfoy Manor.

The hostess Narcissa just woke up, and the first thing she did was not wash or change clothes, but directly called a house-elf through the hanging golden tassel curtain: "Dobby, go and finish the work that was made yesterday. Wrap up some milk cream balls and owl them to Draco." The house-elf bowed deeply and said in a thin voice, "Yes, ma'am, Dobby will do it right away!"

Mr. Malfoy next to her heard the slight crackling sound when the house elf apparated away, and opened his eyes dissatisfied: "How many times have I said, you have to go out and close the door before apparating, it will be noisy to mine!"

"Well, I won't call it next time," Narcissa said to her husband soothingly, "Dobby is indeed a bit careless. Having said that," Narcissa leaned down to look at her husband's face, "Xiaolong's situation at school not bad?"

"Well," said Lucius Malfoy lazily, pushing aside his loose pale blond hair, "he's very happy to be at Hogwarts. The catch is that he hasn't talked to Pooh yet. Make a good relationship with the boy from the special family."

A look of surprise appeared on Narcissa's face: "But why? The Dark Lord..."

"Hush!" Lucius Malfoy panicked immediately, lowering his voice: "Don't say it!" He stared into his wife's pale eyes, "I asked the little dragon to do this. The Dark Lord hasn't been summoned for a long time. me."

Narcissa also understands the complexity of the matter. "He... met my sister, didn't he?"

A look of anger mixed with resentment appeared on Lucius' face. "The Dark Lord doesn't trust me... I haven't had any summons from him since he went to kill that Potter kid." And as far as he knew, neither had most of the other Death Eaters.But he didn't believe that the man was dead, because of Bellatrix's unusual behavior, she suddenly became quiet and rarely went out.

She fanatically worshiped that person, and if that person really disappeared as rumored, she couldn't do nothing!And, judging from Sissy's several visits to her sister, Bella was clearly elated, but said nothing.If anything happened to that man, Bella would definitely go crazy.And who else but that person could quiet the crazy Bella?She must know something they don't...

"That Potter..." Narcissa looked at her husband's face and asked cautiously, "Is he really..."

"It's total nonsense!" Lucius replied angrily, "I just hope to know from him what happened ten years ago, enough to make the Dark Lord abandon me!"

Narcissa fell silent.If the facts were as her husband suspected, then the Malfoy family was indeed in a very dangerous position.Who knows when the Dark Lord will suddenly attack?

Harry at the Gryffindor breakfast table sneezed twice loudly.He rubbed his nose. Could it be that he hasn't had enough rest recently, so that he might be sick in this early autumn weather?But those books must be read, he must rescue Sirius as soon as possible.Apart from the reason that Sirius is his godfather, there is another important reason, Ravenclaw's diadem is missing.

After finally finding the right place in the messy Room of Requirement, Harry froze immediately when he saw that the ugly wizard had only an old dusty wig on his head.What about the rusty crown?He found troll specimens from the disappearing cabinet, and dragon eggshells from the wolf's tooth flying saucer. He spent two weeks of his spare time on and off - during which he even found a crystal bottle containing suspected basilisk venom, but there was no trace of the crown. .

This incident brought Harry's tension to a fever pitch.The thought that someone had taken the crown before he could act hung like a heavy plumb weight in his stomach.He realized he had to speed up, whether the diadem's disappearance was accidental or not.So after he finally made sure what he was looking for wasn't in the Room of Requirement, he headed into the library instead.He desperately needs to know everything there is to know about the Animagus.

There were more and more people in the auditorium, and many owls flew in with letters or packages in their mouths.Harry caught a glimpse of Malfoy on the Slytherin table receiving candy from home again, showing off triumphantly.At this time, a big owl fell beside him. The package was so heavy that it almost hit the milk jug as it wobbled.

Harry straightened the milk jug before he noticed that it belonged to Neville.The round-faced boy looked excited, "It's a honey pie, my mother made it herself!" Harry blinked to make sure he wasn't hallucinating: Neville's mother made the pie herself?

He almost stared at Neville, who was happily unpacking, and then took out a large box, the sweet smell of honey hit his face. "Would you like to try it?" Neville said, looking up to see Harry staring at him. "Oh, Harry, here you are!" Harry looked down at the two Pies, muttering, "They look good." Neville grinned, and he happily handed them out to the other students.

He didn't even notice!Harry thought ruefully.He should have discovered it a long time ago... Although Neville's memory was still as bad as ever, he was indeed much more cheerful, and he never seemed timid, but he never noticed anything unusual!That is to say, Bellatrix Lestrange, that mad woman, hadn't tortured the Longbottoms madly in order to know where Voldemort was?

"Hey, man, your mom's a great cook!" said Dean, opposite Harry, biting into a pie, inarticulately.Ron stuffed his mouth too, and nodded furiously beside him.Neville was obviously very happy, because he didn't worry when he found a memory ball under the box: "It must have been from my grandma, but I don't remember what I forgot!" He casually stuffed the red ball into the bag, didn't seem to care much, "Thank you for the compliment, my mom will be happy. But then again, my grandma and dad said that..."

Harry stood up abruptly, ignoring a group of Gryffindors staring at him in amazement, and hurried out of the auditorium.He had to check the Daily Prophet of the year he was born, there was a report on being caught on the list of Death Eaters in Azkaban.

In the end, Harry left the library amidst Mrs. Pince's roar.He was so anxious that he flipped through the newspapers stored in the library.Harry basically didn't hear what Mrs. Pince yelled. In fact, he was in a state of disorientation for a long time afterwards.The Lestranges weren't in Azkaban...in fact the Ministry hadn't heard from them at all since Voldemort disappeared, they seemed to be in hiding.

Harry has seen Bellatrix's madness more than once, as well as her blind admiration and following of Voldemort. He doesn't believe that she will be indifferent to her master's disappearance again.What is holding her back?Or who ordered her?Feeling annoyed, Harry clenched his fist and slammed it against the wall.

She was the murderer of Sirius... Harry stared at the stone sculpture on the wall, he just remembered this question!Sirius, the last heir of the Black family, is still in Azkaban, Bellatrix is ​​his cousin, and Kreacher, the elf holding the locket, is currently guarding 12 Grimmauld Place alone... ...the Ravenclaw diadem that was supposed to be in the Room of Requirement is missing, and Dumbledore still doesn't know that Voldemort made a Horcrux. He only made such a guess after seeing Tom Riddle's diary... …Harry felt a surge of bile, and he had a very bad feeling that the locket was no longer in the house, and Bellatrix had probably been ordered to take it...

"Hey, Harry, what are you doing here? Professor McGonagall hates students who are late." Hermione's voice sounded from far to near, sounding in a good mood.But she was taken aback when she saw Harry's face, "What's wrong with you?"

Harry looked up, only to realize that there was another person beside Hermione, and to his surprise, it was Tom.The corners of his mouth curled slightly, and it looked like the two of them had had a pleasant conversation before, and Harry was sure he'd never seen him smile before.He babbled some nonsense, and walked to the Transfiguration classroom with them.

What Professor McGonagall wanted them to do today was to turn a black spider the size of a fingernail into red.When she asked everyone to go up to get one, Harry saw that almost all the girls flinched, only Hermione walked up bravely after frowning.It didn't matter to Harry, he'd seen worse things.He thought of the Inferi floating in the black lake in the cave, and Aragog in the Forbidden Forest—what were little spiders?He rose to join the line and saw Tom next to him arch his eyebrows and raise his hand for the first time.

"What's the problem, kid?" Professor McGonagall was standing by the basin full of spiders, obviously not impressed by this overly quiet student.Tom's voice carried clearly through most of the room: "Can I use my own pet, Professor?"

Professor McGonagall looked at him suspiciously: "Your pet?" "It's an owl, Professor." Tom seemed quite resistant to Professor McGonagall's eyes. "You know, the smaller the thing the easier it is to succeed," she said seriously, but Tom continued to stare at her, apparently unmoved.Professor McGonagall looked at him from under the square-rimmed glasses, and finally said in an annoyed tone: "If you insist so much, then fine." She turned her gaze back to the line in front of her, only to find that almost all the girls were Looking enviously at the person who was allowed to practice the color-changing spell with his pet just now, even Weasley raised his hand.

As a result, this class was probably the worst failure for Professor McGonagall.The classroom was full of owls cooing, toads hopping around, and it was a mess.Most of the students don't seem to care if their spells are successful or not, all they want is to stay away from the animals on the podium - at least that's what the Weasley kid must think, Professor McGonagall said to himself, before giving him a stern look .

Ron hadn't talked about Orange Sunshine this time, and Harry figured Ron would have gotten into a fight with his twin at the lunch table over the fact that they'd taught him a completely unreliable spell.Now Ron's mouse was writhing on the desk, trying to free itself from Ron's fingers on its tail, looking resentful of being pointed at with a wand.

Harry had a sudden epiphany, and he couldn't believe it hadn't occurred to him before.So many people practicing the spell at the same time... he could secretly try the revealing spell on Peter... as long as he used the color-changing spell a few more times after that, he would be able to escape the Ministry of Magic's inspection, they could only detect the wand His last spell...and there are so many people, if there is any way he doesn't know to check all the spells cast by the wand, it is basically impossible to check all the wands here... Even if he finds out Don't worry, the syllables of these two spells are a bit similar. It can be said that his pronunciation is not accurate, and the wand is pointing wrong... If he fails, he will naturally have to wait for the next opportunity, and he doesn't know how long it will take; The Professor knew Peter who was supposed to be dead long ago, she just had to bring him to Dumbledore, and there was little doubt about that...

Harry stuffed his wand quickly into the drawer, took aim furtively, and pretended to bend down to tie his shoelaces. "It's real! It's real! It's real!" Harry muttered.The Revelation Charm was much easier than the Animagus, and Harry wished so much now that he had Hermione's brains, he remembered her casting the spell on the Half-Blood Prince book.

Suddenly someone uttered a shrill cry.Startled, Harry straightened up keeping his startled expression, and saw Ron jump a few steps away from his desk. "... Scabbers?" He stared at his mouse, which had already started to grow bigger and deformed, knocking the "Basic Guide to Transfiguration" spread out on the table to the ground.

Professor McGonagall walked over quickly: "What did you do, Weasley?" Ron blushed and stammered, "I think... I probably said the wrong spell, Professor... turned into a magnified What are you cursing..." Professor McGonagall frowned, and she was about to say something when there were screams one after another, and the sound of tables being knocked over along the way.

"That rat has become a man, Professor!" Harry cried, raising his wand.He decided that if Professor McGonagall did not take effective action before Peter grabbed the classroom doorknob, he would immediately reward Pettigrew with a blackout.But it didn't seem necessary. Although Professor McGonagall was surprised, but when he suddenly turned his head and saw a scurrying figure rushing towards the door, he reacted quickly: "Quickly imprison!" She waved her wand, and a rope flew from the tip of the wand. out.

The figure was forced to stop and was tightly tied round and round.The bound legs were still trying to move towards the door, but he quickly fell to the ground, hitting his head on the corner of the table in the process with a loud bang.