The Son of Light of the Snake House

Lucius was sitting by the window, holding a book in one hand, his handsome and well-defined profile reflected in the sunlight, and there was a cup of warm coffee on the window sill beside him.

Someone opened the door and came in, but Lucius didn't look up, he just turned a page in the book in his hand, took another sip from his coffee cup.

The rich mellow fragrance immediately diffused in his mouth, and he exhaled in enjoyment, and then he turned his head unhurriedly to see that Ron was standing there obediently.

Seeing him looking over, Ron handed him the letter: "This is a letter from Professor Snape to me, and..."

Lucius raised his eyebrows: "He's here too."

"Yes, and that one. It was Hermione who sent me the message. She is still in contact with the mercenary group."

"Oh?" Lucius made a short questioning scale: "It seems that they have other plans - when did they come?"

Ron pulled a stool from the side and sat down comfortably: "Hermione mentioned a little bit, she came here by accident after learning of our disappearance, and Professor Snape discovered her when she came. .”

""us"? "

"Oh, did I forget to mention? Harry seems to be here too, but I don't know where they are."

Lucius shook the book in his hand, and returned his sight and attention: "If he can see the Dark Mark, he will find a way to contact him."

"I hope so...don't you read the letter?" Ron wondered.

Lucius nodded slightly, his attention was completely immersed in the chronicle of Motivola, and he could not give it to Ron at all.

Ron:  …

He stood up, dragged the chair back into place, turned and went out.

When a person wants to be lazy, he usually chooses to stay at home. If he has to choose a posture and location, he usually collapses on the bed in the bedroom.

But now there is such an "elder" in the room - although he doesn't look old, he is still a figure of his father's generation, besides, Voldemort is gone, and the Death Eaters are almost all wiped out Well, it's really meaningless to entangle the past—to be honest, Ron can't do it to sleep in front of his elders, he might as well go out, relying on Uncle Malfoy's good popularity here, maybe he can find something.

He slipped out the door, not forgetting to say goodbye to Lucius.

When the door was gently closed, the room returned to the calm that Lucius loved.

This allows him to focus more on the unique cultures of the world.This is very interesting.

In a daze, he seemed to hear some voice, but the voice was really very small, Lucius was immersed in history and couldn't extricate himself.

He just asked softly, "Ron?"

Then he was lost in the book again, forgetting whether he answered himself or not.

When he read an important point, he took a sip of coffee, put it down, paused, took another sip, and another sip.

He didn't make any sound until after he had taken three or four sips, there was a small "ha--" sound from beside him.

Lucius paused, took another sip from his coffee cup, and didn't make any sound.

About a second later, there was another "ha--".

Lucius put down the coffee cup, took the silver bookmark from the side, put it in the pages of the book and clamped it carefully, then closed the book, folded his slender legs easily, and looked to the other side: "Excuse me, what can I do for you?" ?”

The blond kid was taken aback and sat down on the ground.

Lucius pressed his fist against his lips to prevent himself from laughing: "You are..."

"I'm... Andre."

"So Andre, what are you doing here?"

"I'm here to give...I'm here to find someone."

Lucius pretended not to hear the first part of his sentence: "Who are you looking for?"

"I do not know."

"I have some relationship with the owner here, maybe I can help you."

Andre agreed: "It is true that you can live here, which means that you have a good relationship with the Pope, but I don't know who I am looking for."

"Is there anything special about it?"

"They said he was special."

"them?"

Andre suddenly became vigilant: "I can't tell you."

"If you're looking for someone special, I think I'm it," Lucius said flatly. "Is there a recipient's name on that letter?"

"Let me see... to Lucius Malf—it's for Mr. Lucius Malfy."

"It's Malfoy." Lucius said, pulling the letter out of his hand: "Well, it seems that I can help you find this Mr. Malfoy, because I am."

Andre: "? Do you have evidence?"

"As for the evidence..." Lucius tore open the letter quickly, looked at the sign on it and laughed: "The person who entrusted you to deliver the letter is my son, does that count?"

The author has something to say:

Lucius: [over coffee]

Andre: [Patience]

Lucius: [over coffee]

Andre: [can't help it] Ha~

我不能允许有人喝一口热水之后不“哈——”的感叹一声！都给我哈！感谢在2021-08-1704:25:22~2021-08-1804:08:50期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of lemon-flavored chocolate;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!