The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

Looking at Gadvin Robards' cold face, Lucius Malfoy opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything!

On the one hand, it was because he had been in Azkaban for too long, and his body had already become extremely weak; on the other hand, this middle-aged man in his forties was so excited that he almost burst into tears.

First of all, Gadvin Robards. During his time as a Death Eater, Mr. Malfoy had already conducted a detailed investigation of all the high-level personnel of the Ministry of Magic... He always thought that Robards was a member of the Ministry of Magic. A loyal member, but he never expected that his true identity is actually a follower of Gellert Grindelwald?

More importantly, a spy who broke into the British Ministry of Magic climbed to the position of director of the Auror office; the cost paid by Grindelwald's believers must not be low.

Now, Robards actually took the risk of exposing his true identity to save himself from Azkaban!

The young man named Christopher Patrick also fulfilled his promise.

And I haven't even sworn allegiance to Gellert Grindelwald yet...

They are willing to pay such a high price!

Touched... Such emotions have not appeared in Mr. Malfoy's body for many years... His blood, which had become cold due to the influence of the dementor, seemed to become hot at this moment! This even gave him an urge to die generously for his new master!

The two of them cautiously came to a beach by the sea.

There is a dilapidated canoe here.

Gadvin Robards put Lucius Malfoy on the wooden boat and threw him a black and gray wand at the same time.

"It was left behind by a condemned prisoner in Azkaban, and I don't know who it is..." Gadvin Robards said in a low voice, "Remember to destroy this wand when you go back, so as not to leave any evidence... Also, don't mention me to anyone!"

Lucius nodded quickly.

After leaving these words, Gadvin Robards left without looking back.

In this way, I got into this broken canoe.

Mr. Lucius Malfoy spent hours drifting in the North Sea...

At this moment, the sky has completely darkened.

Already far from Azkaban, Mr. Malfoy recovered enough to pick up his wand...

He chose to Apparate!

With a whirl, and then he disappeared into a vast ocean.

...

Mr. Lucius Malfoy appeared on a narrow path full of moonlight. The left side of the path was covered with dense and low thorns, while the right side was a tall and neatly trimmed hedge.

And directly in front of the path is an ornate iron gate, the knocker of which looks like the head of a Welsh green dragon.

And guarded by the iron gate is a large manor.

The mistress of the manor sat alone in the dark drawing room.

The living room is large, with a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, and more portraits on the dark purple walls...

There are indications that the owner of this manor is quite wealthy.

But as Christmas was approaching, the entire manor had not been decorated, and it was still lifeless.

In addition, many scenes around the manor have become a mess... Since the owner of this house was arrested, Arthur Weasley, the director of the Department of Prohibition of Misuse of Muggle Products of the Ministry of Magic, led people to raid here many times, Conduct a search... Most of the tragic images in the manor are left behind by them.

"Draco..." Narcissa Malfoy whispered, "It's time to eat!"

"Please wait a little longer, Mom!" whispered Draco Malfoy, who was sitting on the steps in front of the living room.

Only half a year had passed since leaving this home, and poor Draco Malfoy's entire face had lost weight, and his complexion became paler and paler.

He looked up at the yew hedge beside him, frowning, as if he was thinking about something.

Even a strutting white peacock passed behind him, he didn't notice it at all.

But suddenly, Draco Malfoy's face changed suddenly.

He seems to have heard... A strange sound came from the position of the gate.

This is very strange. In the past six months, the manor has hardly received any visitors... Is it Aunt Bella? or someone else? Draco Malfoy thought.

He strode towards the direction of the building until he could clearly see the figure at the door——

"Dad..." Draco said tremblingly.

...

A few minutes later, in the dining room of Malfoy Manor.

Lucius munched on the sandwich while drinking the pumpkin juice...it's not easy! You must know that half a year ago, he had always dismissed this kind of "inferior" food and drink.

Narcissa and Draco mother and son sat in front of him, both looked very excited and happy...

For the first time, this frosty Christmas in Malfoy Manor now has a little more Christmas flavor.

When Lucius was almost done eating, Narcissa tentatively asked, "Honey, did the Lord Dark Lord send someone to rescue you?"

Lucius stopped his movements, put down the food in his hands, and shook his head slightly.

"Then how did you..." Narcissa said with a look of astonishment.

"It's a young man, he said his name is 'Christopher Patrick'." Lucius said calmly.

"Christopher?" It was young Draco's turn to look shocked.

"And he said...he's your friend, Draco!" Lucius added, looking at his son.

"Yes...Christoph...Christoph...he is indeed my friend..." Draco stammered, "I didn't expect...it was him...he saved you... ..."

Lucius nodded solemnly, and then said with a serious face:

"Narcissa, Draco...No matter what, you must not tell anyone the news of my return...even your sister, Narcissa!"

"Can't Bella..." Narcissa Malfoy took a deep breath, then nodded.

"Dad, don't tell me...you already..." Draco also looked terrified.

"That's right!" Lucius glanced at his son meaningfully, and at the same time shook his head slightly: "I have to leave... Before long, the news of my escape from Azkaban will spread ...The search party from the Ministry of Magic will definitely find this way..."

"...Then what should I do, Dad?" Draco said in a panic, "You know, my order..."

However, Draco's flustered face gradually returned to calm, and he whispered to himself:

"Wait...if it's Christopher...I think...I know what to do..."