Lucius Malfoy returned home with a face full of smiles.
His joy was visible to the naked eye; he even showed a pleasant face to the house-elves.
He returned to his study, sat at his desk, and began to rest with his eyes closed.
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly as he began to conceive the impeachment letter against Cornelius Fudge—the sooner he brought down Fudge, the sooner he would receive the gift of 100 million New Magic Coins!
But suddenly, the Dark Mark on his arm began to burn, causing him to furrow his brows deeply.
This was...
A summons from the Dark Lord!
Lucius gritted his teeth and responded to Voldemort's summons.
Crack!
This was a farmland near Malfoy Manor. The scorching sun shone down, and two large trees provided a shady spot for the creatures in this field.
Naturally, this was also Malfoy property. To be precise, this considerable piece of land in Wiltshire had been a fiefdom granted to the Malfoy family in the eleventh century.
At this time, the farmers had all gone home; no one was willing to work under the blazing sun.
Lucius looked left and right under the tree but did not see that man's figure.
"Lucius, my old friend, you look very happy."
A shrill voice rang out. Lucius Malfoy immediately got goosebumps all over his body, a chill rushing from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.
He turned around hurriedly, and before even seeing Voldemort's figure, he had already begun to bow and salute: "Dark Lord, Lucius Malfoy sensed your summons and has come specifically to seek audience!"
A black and white striped venomous snake poked its head out from a tree branch and spoke in human language: "No need for those meaningless etiquettes. I have something for you to do this time."
Lucius secretly criticized in his heart: wasn't it you yourself who demanded Death Eaters kiss the hem of your robes back then? Now it has become "meaningless etiquette."
It was evident that Voldemort's condition was not very good.
Thinking this in his heart, his mouth said: "No matter what it is, I, Lucius Malfoy, will definitely do my utmost to offer my all for the Dark Lord!"
But even if Voldemort's condition was bad, Lucius dared not disobey!
"Harry Potter. I need you to deal with Harry Potter!" Voldemort's voice was somewhat angry. "He ruined my great plan for return. I want him to pay the price for this!"
"Yes, Dark Lord!"
For a long time, Lucius did not hear Voldemort's response.
He raised his head in confusion and met the eyes of that black and white venomous snake. Those were ignorant eyes, devoid of knowledge or consciousness.
It seemed the Dark Lord had already left.
Lucius sighed secretly. The father and daughter really had very different styles of doing things! If he had to choose one person to follow, he would definitely choose Hydrus, not Voldemort!
"Harry Potter... how exactly should I deal with Harry Potter?"
Lucius stroked his chin. "I'll ask Draco about Harry Potter's situation at school later."
With a soft swish, Lucius disappeared from under the shade of the tree.
The wind blew through the wheat waves that had already turned green, like stroking the smooth and neat fur on a hound's back.
A small figure, however, emerged from behind the tree. He covered his mouth with his hands, his big eyes filled with horror and helplessness.
"Harry Potter! Master wants to deal with the great Harry Potter!"
The little thing began to bang his head hard against the tree trunk. "Bad Dobby, bad Dobby! Dobby actually wants to stop Master!"
While banging against the tree, he shed tears and continued muttering to himself: "No, no! Harry Potter cannot be harmed! Dobby must save Harry Potter!"
He stopped: "Dobby cannot tell Harry Potter that Master wants to harm him! But Dobby can think of a way to stop Harry Potter from going to school!"
"Yes, yes! As long as he doesn't go to school, Master can't do anything to Harry Potter!"
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...
"Audrey! Audrey! Audrey!"
Rick knocked on his sister's door, persistent and firm:
"Just tell me where you got the tank you gave Mr. Weasley, okay? I want to buy one to play with too!"
The door opened, revealing Audrey's stinky face: "Rick! You disturbed my sleep! Cook your own lunch today!"
Bang!
The door closed.
Audrey's voice came faintly from inside: "If you come to annoy me again, I'll run away from home!"
"The World is So Beautiful, Why Do People Always Want to Mess It Up?"
Rick sighed and went back to his workroom with his head down.
He was going to write a song! A song about a sister refusing to buy a tank for her brother!
But after taking only two steps, he was amused by his own thought. What was this about?
Alright, let's go out to eat for lunch today. Missing one lunch made by Momo felt like losing a hundred million.
...
Audrey lay back on the bed, closed her eyes, and fell asleep immediately.
Maybe it was because she had been overusing her brain recently?
She had been somewhat lethargic these days. Out of twenty-four hours a day, she had to sleep for at least fifteen or sixteen hours.
But it didn't matter. Anyway, this was the life she yearned for. Being able to eat and sleep was a blessing!
But after only a few minutes, the door was pushed open again. A tremendous force lifted Audrey, moving her from the bed to the floor.
Audrey opened her eyes. Her morning grumpiness was like compressed natural gas encountering an open flame.
"Is there no end to this!"
She roared, her hair floating up. A shockwave pushed all the gold coins to the side, making a clattering crisp sound. Valuable furniture and decorations in the room also fell all over the floor.
"The little girl has quite a temper," a familiar old voice sounded. Audrey's body stiffened. She looked up sharply and saw Grindelwald standing outside the door. "Ah, ah... it's Teacher Grindelwald..."
She stood up speechlessly, her pajamas instantly transforming into wizard robes: "Okay, okay, why are you here?"
Grindelwald smiled. "If I didn't come, were you planning to sleep through the whole summer vacation?"
"I wouldn't," Audrey muttered softly. "I'm going on a concert tour in August!"
"Come on. You didn't think my teachings for you were only those two months last year, did you?"
Audrey curled her lip. Great, rest time was completely gone.
She hated this kind of combat power ceiling the most. Couldn't beat him, couldn't run away from him. Helpless!
But fortunately, Grindelwald's teaching was relatively relaxed. As long as she achieved his teaching goals, she could rest.
With Audrey's talent, a lesson that took others a day, she could finish in at most an hour.
However, before she could breathe a sigh of relief, another voice came from the stairs, a voice much older than Grindelwald's:
"And me. Sigh, getting old, stairs are really unfriendly to an old man like me..."
It was Nicolas Flamel...
Well, please mourn for Audrey's deceased holiday!
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...
Outskirts of London.
Inside an inconspicuous two-story house.
A dozen wizards were killing time in boredom.
Some were playing Wizard's Chess, others were playing Gobstones.
The door was pushed open violently. Dust on the wooden door frame flew up like startled sparrows.
A wizard as thin as a skeleton rushed in wearing Muggle work clothes.
"Good news, good news! Lord Edmond wants to transfer us to be security guards at the new bank! Weekly salary of 10 Galleons!"
"Really?"
"Thank Merlin!"
"Why thank Merlin? Shouldn't we thank Miss Astley?"
"That's right. If Miss hadn't taken us in, we would probably have returned to Knockturn Alley and continued our dark lives from before!"
"Hmph, following Bode Gray wasn't dark? Didn't make much money, and so many companions died!"
"Hehe, at least there was a resounding organization name!"
"That's true, Water Snake's Fang... that was indeed a good name."
The thin man suddenly said: "Miss Astley is so kind and generous. Don't you think we should do something for her?"
"Do what?"
The thin man replied: "Things she finds inconvenient to do, maybe we can help her do them!"
"That's right, Jeff is right! We can help her eliminate her enemies!"
"I heard Lord Edmond say that recently Cornelius Fudge has been hindering Miss's establishment of the new bank..."
"You mean...?"
"Exactly, that's what I mean!"
"Too dangerous! That's the Minister for Magic!"
"Yeah, don't stir up trouble for Miss!"
"What are you worried about? Lord Edmond said Fudge won't be Minister for much longer!"
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