[Comprehensive Manga] The good year of making copies

Xia Chuan could see clearly that neither Malfoy nor Tom was a good person at the moment.

The only difference is that Tom can bring a certain amount of progress to his main storyline, while Malfoy... he can only make soy sauce, and he can't even leave the portrait.

Maybe Malfoy knew about Tom's other Horcrux messages, but obviously he had no intention of saying it.For Xia Chuan, Malfoy's value was not as high as Tom's.

Sure enough, favorability is flawed.

"Tom, let's go back." Xia Chuan got up, glanced at Malfoy who was still drinking black tea comfortably, took the diary and walked out with a blank expression.

He saw Patriarch Malfoy waiting outside the door, nodded his head and returned to the living room, grabbed a handful of Floo powder unceremoniously, and walked into the fireplace.

After watching the black-haired young man's back being swallowed and disappeared by the green flames, Lucius Malfoy stepped into the study and looked at the senior in the portrait.

"Grandfather." Lucius bowed slightly to him, his eyes stayed on Olierno's face for a moment, then moved away, and he dealt with the accumulated work in the study freely.

The blond man in the portrait rubbed the rim of the white porcelain cup in his hand, and he was stunned for a while before he woke up.

...He is just a portrait now, and it is impossible to pursue feelings anymore.

All he can do is to mention the younger generation to the best of his knowledge.

"Lucius." Olierno stood up and straightened his unwrinkled clothes.

"Yes, grandfather."

"Be careful, your former master may be returning." Malfoy in the portrait said so, with a bit of sarcasm and an unclear smile.

Lucius just maintained a respectful posture and didn't look at Olierno's face.

It wasn't until the people in the portrait disappeared and it turned back into a normal landscape painting that Lucius raised his head, his face turning pale.

Each generation of Malfoy is independent, and the ancestors will not give help other than words——they started to take over Malfoy, and everything is decided by themselves.

Following the Dark Lord, kneeling down to become someone else's subordinate is also the choice of the two generations of Malfoy, and they must be responsible for their own decisions.

The Malfoy family, which had always been high-profile, slowly subsided, and Lucius was busy running about what would happen in the future.

……

"...Tom, I think you should explain." Xia Chuan stood in the hall, which was empty except for the dust and a musty smell, threw the notebook on the ground, and looked down at him.

This is the property he bought in the Muggle world - his former residence, decorated according to his preferences and feelings, not to say luxurious, but absolutely comfortable.This is also one of the reasons why Xia Chuan is unwilling to eat or stay overnight at Malfoy's house.

But these are not important, the important thing is that the current residence has been destroyed, there is a big hole in the roof, the windows have been smashed, and the loose wooden door is blown by the night wind, making toothache " "Squeak", the shadows of the branches outside the window were projected through the dim lights on the side of the road, adding to the terrifying atmosphere.

The notebook lay quietly on the ground without any movement.

"Could it be that, as Malfoy said, you killed all the Muggles related to you?" Xia Chuan raised his eyebrows, his expression not very good.

He didn't completely entrust this house to Tom, but gave it to the housekeeper who did a lot of things for him. At the same time, it can also serve as Tom's home in the Muggle world, a safe haven.

Xia Chuan did not expect the result to be like this.

— Muggles.

A single word emerged from the dry pages of the notebook.

Xia Chuan pursed his lips, he knew that Tom hadn't finished speaking.

——Muggles are humble, and wizards are the masters of this world.

Lord, look on your face!

The corners of Xia Chuan's eyebrows twitched, looking at the notebook whose handwriting hadn't faded, he felt the desire to step on it and crush it severely.

But he held back.

The elf sighed, and said in a very helpless tone: "Then tell me, Tom, where are your other Horcruxes?"

The translucent figure of the young man floated out, and after staring blankly at the person in front of him for a while, he finally came back to his senses.

He blinked, turned his head and thought for a while, "I can only guess three—I was the first to split the main soul, so..." The young man lowered his head, as if he knew only so little information about himself. Feel dissatisfied.

"It's okay, just say it."

"Slytherin's locket, Ravenclaw's crown and Hufflepuff's gold cup, I found these at Hogwarts before I was separated." Tom replied seriously, "I just I know these three."

Although he only got three, it was already pretty good for Xia Chuan—compared to him searching randomly by himself.

"Very good." Xia Chuan nodded, closed the notebook, picked a fairly complete room, and put the notebook into a drawer full of rusted sundries.

The translucent soul looked at Xia Chuan who was walking towards the door in panic, and shouted: "Galagon!"

Xia Chuan looked back at the flustered Tom, to be precise, a small part of Tom, and smiled slightly with his lips pursed.

The young man was taken aback by this rare smile.

"Hey, I'm just teaching you what it means to cross a river and tear down a bridge." Xia Chuan said this, his heart trembling constantly, "Although I don't know why you are going to Hogwarts, I have no intention of acting with you."

Several horcruxes are related to Hogwarts, whether Xia Chuan believes it or not, and regardless of whether these three horcruxes are real, he will go to Hogwarts.

——Nimma, I suddenly feel that my IQ is about to catch up with the juicer!Are you hiding it?Is there a hidden knife in a smile?

As for why the juicer was used as a reference, this kind of thing was out of his consideration.

"Why?" Tom looked at Xia Chuan, almost unable to believe that the other party would deceive him - Celegorm had always doted on him, and the number of times he even changed his face towards him can be counted on the fingers.

Xia Chuan didn't want to chat with him anymore, he shrugged and turned to push the door open, "Go ask your main soul."

……

"...We meet again, Mr. Galanold." Dumbledore ran from the dining room to the door of the principal's office, but he didn't look too tired.

"Yes, Mr. Headmaster." The elf's sensitive hearing could catch the chatter brought by the wind outside Hogwarts, he paused, "Are the new students coming?"

Dumbledore smiled kindly and kindly, "Yes, those lively little guys..."

Xia Chuan could feel the kindness of the old man, which relieved his nerves that had been tense from malicious stimulation, and he squinted his eyes comfortably.

"Mr. Principal, I need your help." Xia Chuan expressed his intentions with ease and straightforwardness: "Excuse me, Slytherin's locket, Ravenclaw's crown and Hufflepuff's gold cup— — Do you know where these things are?"

Dumbledore choked for breath, and was stunned for a while. He didn't expect the other party to say his purpose so directly, and he swallowed the words full of words before he could spit them out.

But Dumbledore is very open-minded at his age.

Obviously the other party didn't want to play with him, and Severus would never tell him what happened after Jalan Nord and him went to the cellar—because he learned that Jalan Nord passed the Potions Office through the principal's contract. The hearth within had left, and as for the destination, the Headmaster's authority was not sufficient to know.

It is much better to be able to communicate frankly and frankly than those who spend all their time guessing.