[HP]Helen Pan

Draco went back to his room after dinner, put on his expensive clothes and swayed back and forth in front of the mirror, with the indifference and arrogance unique to nobles on his face.

"Are you planning to go to a beauty pageant?" I couldn't help asking when he was changing his third bow tie.

"No." Draco pulled the collar of his shirt to make them look more crisp, "I'm going to take care of the family business tomorrow. Although house-elves are born servile, their heads are not very flexible, so they still have to do it regularly. Go take care."

"Industry?" I couldn't help raising my voice.

"Of course." Draco said as a matter of course, he looked back at me slowly, then raised an eyebrow and asked, "Do you think that we are all sitting on the mountain, or that Gallon will hit us from the sky every day? "

"..." I felt a little embarrassed, because in my eyes, the nobles are a group of ghosts who are sociable and unreal, "Then... please forgive my presumptuousness, what is your family's property?" I asked. With the tone of the interviewer, he almost took out a small notebook to record.

Draco rolled his eyes at me as if he was speechless, "Several gold mines are mined by elves, and then they will be processed briefly and sold to jewelers, and there are some iron ore and so on." Draco walked up behind me and put his arms around my waist, asking softly, "Are you confirming your husband's property?"

Such ambiguous words made me feel embarrassed, Draco was always ahead of me when it came to the ambiguous scale, "I still..." I tried to refute something.

"Hush..." Draco whispered in my ear, "Whatever I have, will be yours." There was no usual slyness in his voice, it seemed sincere.

"It's as true as it is." I turned around and turned us into a face-to-face hugging posture.

"Honey, are you doubting my loyalty?" Draco lowered his head slightly, his lips were slightly pursed, his eyes were shining, and he looked really infatuated.

"Then let me ask you, what have you been doing lately?" I tilted my head to look at him, although I'm not particularly curious about his secrets, but I think if we will eventually get married as he said, then You should be open and honest about all your secrets.

"Hmm..." Draco put his arms around me and put his chin on the top of my head, so the voice I heard seemed to be muffled from his body, but it was very sexy, " At first, I passed the news of the mysterious man to the Ministry of Magic intermittently, letting the Ministry know that our Malfoy position is with them; then, I tried to incite some nobles, and I told them that the mysterious man ruined their past. I want to create their resistance to the mysterious person in their hearts. Finally..." As he said, Draco pulled me to the window and opened the curtain slightly With just one slit, it revealed the messy and disorderly appearance of the alley at night, "I'm trying to gather some people here."

"Ok?"

"Well. Most of the people here are rabble running around. Both the Ministry of Magic and the Dark Lord regard the people here as slime and bedbugs. They don't care about these people. And the people here don't care about anyone, more There is no cult of so-called blood. There is only black magic but no dark lord. They are desperadoes who only serve money and work for money. So, I give them some money to do things I want to do but can't do with my own hands things."

"However, they can be loyal to you for money, and they can betray you for money." I frowned and felt that something was wrong.

Draco laughed again, and said, "I only meet them every time after taking Polyjuice Potion. Of course..." His long fingers pinched the curtains and closed them firmly, "I naturally have a way to prevent them from betraying me."

As he said that, Draco had a strange expression on Draco's face.The charcoal in the stove in the house exploded with a bang, and I turned around and walked to the front of the fireplace as if awakened, and poked the pile of things that were dancing with flames enthusiastically with the tongs.When I turned around, I vaguely felt that the Draco I was familiar with seemed to have evolved from a little villain to a mafia godfather.

The next day I got up early, hurriedly prepared the morning for Draco, and rushed to the Ministry of Magic with bread in my mouth.Rita said that at the reception of the Ministry of Magic today, we had to squeeze into a front row, so that we could have a clear view to capture the subtle expressions on the face of that hypocritical liar on the podium.

When I arrived at the Ministry of Magic, I found that Rita had already taken a seat at the door, because the working hours of the Ministry of Magic started at nine o'clock in the morning, so the media who arrived early in the morning could only stare outside the iron gate. wait.

"I must seriously condemn the working attitude and efficiency of the Ministry of Magic." Rita pushed her glasses on the bridge of her nose, and her automatic quill floated in the air, hurriedly writing on the parchment that the Ministry of Magic is negligent of duty and ashamed of paying taxes Sentences where people give them wages etc.

I pursed my lips and looked around with my head tilted, and then I saw Luna's father, the editor-in-chief of "The Quibbler", also came in person, which shows that various newspapers and magazines attach great importance to this news.But I have a vague doubt, that is, the media got wind of it, but the original intention of the Ministry of Magic is obviously not to want to reveal the news of Stringer's death so early, so who sent the roaring letter?

The time finally reached 09:30, and we were informed that the seat numbers that we could enter one by one were based on the initial alphabetical order of our publications.Rita thinks this is very unfair, although our daily paper starts with a 'D', she thinks she arrived earlier than everyone else and deserves a higher position, and our daily paper praises the Ministry of Magic every day to whitewash peace , Is there any reason for us to enter the market later than other newspapers.Just when Rita was about to quarrel with the person in charge of issuing number plates, I suddenly saw a short middle-aged man inside. I remembered that he was grandfather's secretary, Hornard.

"Hi, Mr. Hornard." I waved to him.

"Oh, Miss Pan." Hornard was obviously surprised. He rubbed his hands together, looking haggard as if he had stayed up all night, "Why did you come here?"

"I'm currently an intern at the Daily Prophet." I smiled and asked him in a low voice, "Although I feel very embarrassed, can you give us a position in the front?"

After listening to my words, Hornard nodded again and again. He winked at the guy at the door and quietly let me and Rita in.Rita gave me a critical and approving look at this time, and then she kept glancing at Hornard from the corner of her eyes, as if hoping that I would go up and talk to him.

"Mr. Hornard, you don't look very energetic, did you not have a good rest last night?" I followed Rita's meaning and I also hope to know as much as possible.

After hearing what I said, Hornard's eyes flickered as if he was touched, and then he lowered his head and sighed, "This kind of thing happened suddenly, and people were really caught off guard. The announcement from the Ministry of Magic also needs..." He paused here, as if he was choosing his words carefully, and then said, "Make more preparations for today's press conference." He smiled wryly.

Rita and I looked at each other, obviously we both caught something keenly, I cautiously whispered in Hornard's ear, "So you mean that the Ministry of Magic has designed a speech for today's conference drafts, and the more careful preparation of these speeches means that the speeches may vary in authenticity?"

After hearing my words, Hornard's face changed. He gestured to me to shut up and shook his head slightly. After leading us into the venue, he quickly ran away.

But it turns out that Rita and I were right in guessing. The official statement at today's press conference has become the statement that the former minister committed suicide in his apartment because he accepted bribes and couldn't bear the condemnation of his own conscience.The coroner from St. Mungo who had said yesterday that the minister had died a great one had put on another face today, and his testimony became that the minister let himself die with the last trace of decency.

"This is simply fooling the media!" I couldn't help muttering under the stage, but Rita, who was sitting next to me, looked cautious at the moment. She pinched my arm, as if letting me stop mean.

Most of the media present had been to the scene of the crime yesterday, so most of them had expressions of disbelief on their faces.However, the spokesperson of the Ministry of Magic quickly dropped another bombshell on us, that is, the new Minister of Magic took office today without any open elections!

Then came the inaugural speech of the new minister, Pierce Thicknesse.

This is simply absurd!

This is a fool of the media and a kidnapping of the public's trust!

And Pierce's speech was obviously inflammatory, that is, it drove the Ministry of Magic to completely fall to the theory of pure-blood wizards.He even expressed his extreme political views, saying that Muggle wizards should be eliminated. In the future, little wizards from Muggles will not be allowed to receive education in wizarding schools and so on.

Immediately after the speech, Rita left me behind and followed other excited media to make an appointment for the first media interview of the new minister.And I packed up the manuscripts recorded during the press conference and prepared to leave the venue and return to the agency to sort out the manuscripts.When I was leaving the Ministry of Magic through the exit of the telephone box in London, a little girl came over and asked me if I liked Manchester United or Liverpool with a lollipop in her mouth. I answered Manchester United without thinking, and then she took it out of her pocket. Give me a piece of candy, and then run away with a touch.

Somehow, I unfolded the candy wrapper in my hand, and found that what was wrapped inside was actually a key, which looked like a key to a Gringotts safe.

I thought about the cause and effect a little, and then excitedly guessed that this was a message from Michael.So he squeezed the key and went directly to Gringotts.

Under the guidance of the elf, I quickly found the cabinet.I took a deep breath and slowly inserted the key in, and then I saw a tape lying alone in the middle of the cabinet.

Really Michael!

I immediately went to the nearest department store to buy a Walkman, stuffed the tape into it with a heartbeat, and then found a coffee shop and put on the earphones quietly. I finally heard Michael's voice again after the busy tone.

"Well, I hope this Walkman tape I stole works. Helen, I hope you got the tape. Wondering if my parents are okay now? I'm sure you'll take care of them for me .I'm next to You-Know-Who and tending his gold in Gringotts. Luckily I'm making money or else I'll probably go to God.Hope my yelling letters to the media helped, Stringer It was killed by the mysterious man. His current minions have extended to the Ministry of Magic. Please be careful. The mysterious man is getting more and more hungry and thirsty. He is very eager to get rid of Harry and stand at the top of the wizarding world. I Trying to figure out where You-Know-Who's base camp is, but he's been doing so much magic here that I'm having a really hard time figuring it out. Also, please don't worry about me, luckily I plugged the Transmitter in at night In the socks, if it’s too bad, I will find a chance to escape.”

After listening to this tape, I took a deep breath, Michael is alive and well so far, that's enough.I pulled the film out of the tape, borrowed a lighter from the smoking man next to me, and burned the film

The author has something to say: Michael’s setting is that his father is a manager of venture capital, and he himself has been very financially gifted and intelligent since he was a child.Originally, this stalk was intended to create another pit to continue writing. In that pit, Michael is the protagonist...

In addition, I think Lao Fu has been poor for so many years, so he must instinctively wish to have more money.And most of his money should be tribute from the Death Eaters. He, the boss, must feel embarrassed if he always asks for money. If someone can give him money, he will definitely welcome it.

Barley