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Gryffindor motto four: Surprise, love surprises
Now, the platinum father and his son are sitting in a normal vehicle provided by the Muggle Liaison Office of the Ministry of Magic that is suitable for concealing the identity of wizards and can fully communicate with Muggles, and will eventually drive to No. 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging District.
In fact, Mr. Malfoy really shouldn't complain. If he had any Muggle common sense, he would know that the car under his butt is not suitable for everyone. Even if he is rich and not of a high level, others will not sell it. It is a black Rolls Royce. It is a special fund for senior officials of the Sri Lankan government. As a senior official of the Ministry of Magic, even if Weasley hates this platinum peacock, he cannot be deprived of his due rank.
But such a car, followed by a more modern and luxurious stretched Lincoln, drove into Privet Drive in Little Whinging, and the peaceful ordinary residential area where ordinary people lived suddenly exploded.
Malfoy is an ancient family that has had a distinguished status for centuries. According to the inheritance history, it may not be worse than the current British royal family. Lucius, as the current head of the Malfoy family, has always been good at maintaining this dignity, coupled with his gorgeous appearance and gorgeous appearance. The hair, the way she walks and talks, and the dress that is very consistent with her status and temperament. Yes, even though it is not a wizard robe with a faint shimmer, Muggle clothes are also first-class!
Draco is a completely smaller copy of his father, except that he doesn't have the shiny snake-headed cane in his hand.
When they finally got out of the car and rang the doorbell of No. 4 Privet Drive, Draco could feel the shrinking and fear of the people inside even through the door panel.
"I'm sorry for coming to the door without permission." Lucius said sorry, but the gesture of his chin was alms, "Please allow me to introduce myself, Lucius Malfoy, this is my son Draco." Lucius held the cane with his black leather-gloved hand and pushed Draco forward, completely ignoring Vernon Dursley's outstretched hand, "My son and your nephew, Harry Potter. Especially classmates, and we want to invite him to Shexia Manor as a guest on Harry's birthday. After that, of course, if you don't mind, he will stay there until school starts, and we are here to pick him up."
Petunia invited the guests to the living room for a cup of tea, groveling like a humble servant rather than a hostess. His Majesty Lucius nodded in agreement, but as the battle moved to the living room, when he saw the low ceiling, he felt cramped The small space and the completely tasteless sofa and coffee table, they don¡¯t even have a small ornament that can record the history of the family
His Majesty Lucius disdains this kind of place that completely abandons family history. He finally chose to stand, "Excuse me, ma'am, I have a meeting with the minister later, so why not let Harry come down and we can pack up now."
Harry came down the stairs. He saw the car outside in the room, heard Slytherin¡¯s exclusive soft and gorgeous sentences, and especially saw the two platinum heads.
"Draco!"
"Harry" Draco's keen eyes were the first to see Harry's classic rag Muggle dress, but he didn't show any disgust. Instead, he suddenly seemed to have found some interest and laughed, "Oh, Harry, you are such a genius! This is such a wonderful idea," Draco pulled at his clothes that were as fat as a hippo with a curious look on his face. "These burrs and fading are so terrible. How did you make it so shabby? If you tell us how, I bet that all the wealthy young men in our college can play the role of tomb zombies at the Halloween dinner "
The Dursleys lowered their heads in shame, and their faces were so red that they almost bled, so they did not see the twitching corners of the mouth of the always noble and elegant Lucius.
"Come on, Draco, don't be such an overactive party clown."
"I'm sorry, Father. So please allow me to introduce, Harry, this is my father. Father, this is Harry, Harry Potter, my best friend."
"Mr. Malfoy, nice to meet you. I often saw you in the newspaper when I was at school."
"I'm also very happy to meet my son's best friend." The smile on Lucius's face was a little, well, a lot more tilted than his eternal fifteenth degree. "So Draco, help me. Go and get your luggage ready, it's time for us to set off."
Harry's luggage has not been opened at all. It was locked in the cupboard under the stairs as soon as he got home. Now it is easy to organize it. He can just ask the driver to take it into the car. As for his room, except for the photo of his parents, It was the coquettish Hedwig. Well, there was also a handful of joke products in his pocket. Harry randomly took two candies of unknown types and threw them on the floor and under the bed, as if they were accidentally left behind. It was a pity. I can't see their perfect effect anymore.
&nbsUnforgettable. "
Draco sighed helplessly, "Then have you ever thought that you might have a godfather?"
Harry suddenly stopped and looked at Draco blankly, he, he what did he just say? Harry froze there, not daring to be ecstatic, not to believe, not even to ask, for fear that what he just said was an auditory hallucination.
"Harry, remember when I told you at Christmasthat I would give you a home?"
"You meanI, I also have a godfather?"
"photo."
Harry immediately took out the photo from his pocket. In the photo, he saw the dark-haired young man behind his parents still rushing towards the camera. He smiled very brightly and openly. He must be his parents. Very good friends.
"Is ithim?" Harry felt something melt in his stomach.
Draco pulled him to continue walking, and then went up the stairs to the sunny second floor hall, "The noble and oldest heir of the Black family, Sirius Black, my cousin, my mother took him from St. Mungo's Magic the day before yesterday. The hospital took him back, but he is too emaciated and may need to recuperate for a while."
"Hehe" Draco's words made Harry nervous. Many terrible thoughts about terminal illness, blood cancer, vegetative state, etc. began to rush into his mind. He suddenly became frightened, "Why did he go to the hospital? He didn't meeting¡¡"
"The physiotherapist has determined that he has no problem now. As time goes by, he will gradually gain weight." Draco patted Harry on the shoulder, "Don't worry, it's all over. He was once the best Auror. He is highly capable and has captured many bad guysSirius Black will not insult the firm and strong spirit of the Black family. He is a strong person and will not be easily broken."
Draco didn't know that his words had a serious tendency to suggest, which made Harry quickly construct a tall image of a hero in his mind. He was brave, courageous, and highly skilled, but suffered inhumane treatment from the enemy because he caught too many bad guys. revenge, and finally had to stay in the hospital for a long time in a coma Maybe he had just woken up from the vegetative state, which perfectly explained why he didn't come to see him for so long, and no one mentioned his godfather to him. They probably didn't know how to explain this to him.
Obviously, for a whole month, the wizarding world has been surrounding the protagonist of the ten-year injustice case. The traitor of the Black family is in trouble, but Harry can't see the "Daily Prophet" at his aunt's house, and the news is completely blocked. He didn't know what kind of loyal, courageous (or reckless idiot), responsible and compassionate person this Sirius Black represented. He also didn't know that this Sirius Black had just been released from prison and appeared on the cover of "Perfect Lady" magazine. And the man with the title "The Most Tragic Golden Bachelor in History" has set off a trend in the wizarding world.
He only knew that his godfather loved him very much (Draco said it), missed him very much (Draco said it), and looked forward to seeing his dear Harry godson every day (Draco said it again); and now he Standing just a few steps away from his godfather's carved door, Harry felt nervous and excited.
"Harry, this is my birthday gift to you," Draco gently knocked on the carved door twice, turned the handle and opened the door for him, "Happy birthday to you."
Draco did not follow up, leaving this moment worth Harry's lifelong memories to Harry and Sirius.
Harry nervously entered this small suite living room that was obviously decorated with gorgeous decoration and full of sunshine. Then he saw a big dog. The pure black, very large and thin dog squatted very neatly on the sofa cushion with exquisite embroidery. He was looking at himself longingly, his expression focused, loving, and full of emotion. And Harry discovered that he couldn't see any man who looked similar to the photo within his sight. In fact, there was no one in the room at all, only a big black dog.
Draco would not joke about such a thing, and Harry knew it very well, so when he faced such a result, the impossible would become possible, and the absurd idea would not feel absurd. In particular, Harry saw Professor McGonagall turn a table into a pig at the beginning of last semester, and during his final exam, he himself was able to turn a turtle into an exquisite teapot.
Harry's vision began to blur, and he tentatively called a small voice in the air, "Godfather?"
The big dog stood up straight on the sofa happily, jumping excitedly, spinning in circles, wagging its tail
Tears had completely made Harry unable to see clearly, but he was still staring in the direction of the big dog with wide eyes, and without blinking, he called again, "Sirius?"
This time the big dog pounced on me affectionately.
Harry hugged his big dog godfather and touched his skinny body under the soft black fur, and finally couldn't help crying loudly!
Why can¡¯t you cry?
Is it because he is the savior who defeated Voldemort?
He is only twelve years old!
On his twelfth birthday, he finally knew he had a great godfather;
It was also on his twelfth birthday that he saw with his own eyes that his godfather was actually a dog!
No wonder no one dared to tell him that he had a godfather, what should I say?
Harry, I'm sorry, after Voldemort killed your parents, he also turned your godfather who loved you most into a dog! (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)Father, touching his skinny body under the soft pure black fur, I finally couldn't help crying loudly!
Why can¡¯t you cry?
Is it because he is the savior who defeated Voldemort?
He is only twelve years old!
On his twelfth birthday, he finally knew he had a great godfather;
It was also on his twelfth birthday that he saw with his own eyes that his godfather was actually a dog!
No wonder no one dared to tell him that he had a godfather, what should I say?
Harry, I'm sorry, after Voldemort killed your parents, he also turned your godfather who loved you most into a dog! (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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