days at Hogwarts

Chapter 147 Undercurrent
The ray with flat wings is immersed in the blue water, the water world is surrounded by the towering glass curtain wall, and the ice blue xenon lamp emits crystal light, and the light refracts and changes in the world composed of water and glass.

"What a beautiful jellyfish!" Hermione pressed her face against the glass, her eyes were shining, trying to put the whole water world into her eyes.

The moon jellyfish opened its transparent umbrella body, then quickly retracted the water to exert force, pulling its soft body to sway in the water, gradually drifting away.

Above, the hammerhead shark leisurely shakes its tail fin and floats over the tourists' heads without making a sound.

Loren felt a shadow covering the light, raised his head to check, and murmured: "Shark..."

Hermione also raised her head to watch upon hearing this.

The two men raised their necks, followed the hammerhead shark, and stared blankly until the shark disappeared behind the reef and coral group.

These animals are not as magical as Bowtruckles, or as magnificent as unicorns, but in this world of intertwined lights and shadows in the water, unnamed marine creatures move slowly, which is a scene comparable to the skylight.

The Grangers and Bates walked behind, looking at the two children from a distance. They also admired the scenery in the water, but the adults should always be more reserved, especially when they looked at the silly looks of the two children. It's funny.

"Is it Hermione's first visit to the aquarium too?" asked Bates.

He had always thought that Hermione was more stable than his kid, but now the two of them looked similarly stupid.

Wendell replied with a smile on his face: "The last time I came was a few years ago, maybe I forgot."

"I thought they would stay at home and study until the end of the vacation." Bates lowered his rough voice in the quiet environment of the aquarium, but he could still hear the toughness in it, "Honestly, I think Hermione It's too hard, you should persuade her to come out and play more."

These words were only aimed at Hermione. Recently, Loren had been studying with Hermione, but he didn't feel that Loren was working hard at all.

Some afternoons he came home early and saw Hermione reciting while Loren was listening, fiddling with something.It is clear at a glance who works hard and who fishes.

Wendell and Monica smiled wryly when they heard the words, and Monica said: "We also hope that Hermione can be like Loren, but as long as we don't bring her out, Hermione rarely mentions it."

Wendell added: "It was Loren who convinced Hermione to visit the aquarium this weekend. We should really thank Loren."

Bates laughed: "It should be Loren who thanked Hermione. Without Hermione to take her to study, that kid would get into trouble everywhere."

Mr. Sophisticated was speaking greetings, and Loren and Hermione in front gathered together again, making loud noises.

"Look at this dolphin spitting bubbles at me!" Loren exclaimed and patted Hermione on the shoulder.

Hermione moved a few steps aside expressionlessly: "This is the white whale."

……

Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire, England.

This is a vast mansion surrounded by well-designed gardens. Flowers bloom in various seasons at the same time. Peacocks with long white tail feathers roam freely. Clear water gushes out from the fountain continuously. The manor is filled with a mysterious atmosphere.

Walk through an aisle trimmed by green plants and enter the interior of the manor. The white stone walls are in an elegant medieval aristocratic style. Victorian patterns are hung on the walls. The solid wood tabletops are inlaid with dazzling silver-white vines and dark green leather. Dark gold patterns are embroidered on the sofa, and every decoration highlights delicacy and luxury.

Lucius Malfoy had just come back from the outside, and the dark green suit with thin silver trim hadn't been changed yet. He sat on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest. His platinum blonde hair was disheveled, and he looked a little tired.

Crabbe pissed off Professor McGonagall at Hogwarts, and the school tried to limit the power of the Board of Trustees.For the pure-blood family, Crabbe has to pay for any trouble, but recently that troll has gone crazy. It is rumored that Voldemort is not dead yet and will return sooner or later.

Dealing with the Ministry of Magic and the school was enough trouble, and this rumor had added to the turmoil within the Purebloods, and he had to silence these fools.

After all, not everyone can realize that Voldemort's not coming back is the best situation for them.

"Dad, you're back!" The sound of Draco's footsteps running down the stairs was rarely angry in such a large manor.

"Yeah." An inaudible voice squeezed out of Lucius' nose.

The enthusiasm in Draco's eyes was extinguished by the cold nasal voice. He walked slowly from the position next to Lucius to sit opposite him: "Are you still going out tomorrow?"

His voice was much lower, cautiously tentative.Since the holiday, Lucius has to go out every day and meet various people.

Lucius' eyes opened slowly, and the tiredness in his eyes disappeared completely after blinking a few times. Instead of answering Draco's question, he asked instead: "What are you looking at in the study all day, don't tell me?" I and you are studying."

The father's majestic tone made Draco a little uneasy: "I heard some news about the First Magic War at school, and I came back to find some information about that year."

"This is not something you should be curious about!" Lucius scolded.

"What are you yelling at? He's just a child!" A crisp voice came from under the candlestick, and a tall woman with blond hair and blue eyes rushed over, interrupting Lucius' scolding.

Even though her son is 12 years old, this woman is still beautiful, her skin is cold and fair, and she is well maintained.

Draco felt relieved when he saw his mother coming to him. As long as she was there, Draco felt safe.

Narcissa sat next to Draco, put her hands on his shoulders, and complained to Lucius: "I can't spend time with Draco on vacation, and I will curse people when I come back. Look at you."

Facing his wife's scolding, Lucius' depression dissipated a little, and his tone calmed down: "I don't want him to get involved in these things too early. He is still too young. I worry that he will worship that person."

Narcissa was silent for a while, and sighed imperceptibly: "If you let him stay in Slytherin, he will become that person's admirer. It's time to let him know something."

Draco knew that "that person" they were talking about was Voldemort, but why did his parents reject him from worshiping the Dark Lord? His father was a famous Death Eater and a loyal follower of the Dark Lord.

"I don't worship Voldemort, I just want to know the truth." Draco said eagerly.

Lucius looked at his son and was silent for a long time before he began to speak: "Draco, what do you think the Malfoy family looks like in the eyes of outsiders?"

Although Draco didn't understand why his father asked this question, he didn't think long enough to answer: "Glory, nobility, wealth."

Glory was at the top, which made Lucius' last bit of luck dissipate. He understood that Draco could not be left in such a daze, and he had to break his ignorance of pure blood Glory.

Voldemort's lineage theory is a deadly poison for young wizards who are obsessed with the glory of pure blood.

Lucius leaned forward slightly, and said in a serious tone, "No, we are bugs."

"Bug?" Draco's eyes widened.

"In the eyes of Voldemort and Dumbledore, most people in the world are bugs. It's not scary to be bugs, what's scary is that we are a fat bug."

Draco felt his mother's arm tremble slightly on his shoulder.

"We have to be vigilant against other insects sharing food, and we must also accept those big people, because we are too conspicuous, and they can see it at a glance."

Lucius couldn't stop himself from speaking, and said what he didn't want to say in one breath.

"Being the servant of the Dark Lord, being the trustee of Hogwarts, being the purse bag of the Ministry of Magic, and uniting those pure-blood idiots are all for the continuation of the Malfoy family."

Lucius was a little excited unconsciously: "Do you understand!"

Draco found such a father terrifying, even more terrifying than when he scolded him.I couldn't answer for a while.

Facing the immature face of the child, Lucius realized that he had made a slip of the tongue. He looked at the confused expression on Draco's face and waved him to go upstairs to play.

Draco left absent-mindedly.

Narcissa watched Draco's figure go away completely, and complained aloud: "He's just a child, what are you talking about?"

Lucius didn't want to talk more about this matter, he sighed and said, "Didn't he ask for an invisibility cloak before? Buy him one."

"According to what you mean, you still won't be able to spend time with your child in the future?" Narcissa asked.

"There are a lot of things to deal with at home, and we need to discuss things at school."

Other things were easy to get rid of. Thinking of the blank diary and contacting those idiots about the return of the Dark Lord gave Lucius a headache.

Narcissa took the teacup on the table and poured tea for him: "Hasn't the school council been making concessions to Dumbledore? Anyway, they can't interfere in the school's affairs, just give up the rights to those professors. Dumbledore won't have Selfishly, Professor Snape can still take care of Draco."

"The school board has not always backed down from Dumbledore. The previous concessions were reached after entanglement between the two parties. Moreover, Professor McGonagall led the meeting this time. Not surprisingly, she is the next headmaster. If she is allowed to succeed easily, When she takes over as principal, she will kick out the school board soon, and this cannot be allowed to happen."

Lucius took the teacup and put it down again, frowning: "Why is it cold?"

Narcissa's face also became ugly: "Damn it, Dobby, he's been slacking off all this time, he really should chop off his head!"

……

At the same time, the library of the Crabbe family estate.

Vincent Crabbe was throwing books one by one around. He wanted to find some records about that era, but these texts made him dizzy, and he couldn't help but lose his temper.

His father, the old Crabbe with a big arm and a round waist and a muscular body, came over, looked at the messy library, and asked in surprise: "Reading?! Have you been controlled by someone using insanity?"

It happened that Vincent Crabbe didn't want to look for it by himself, so he asked the old Crabbe directly: "How was our family doing when the Dark Lord was around?"

As soon as the Dark Lord was mentioned, the old Crabbe was a little angry. The news he spread everywhere was told by the young Crabbe, and he was scolded by Malfoy for many days because of it.

He couldn't help but kicked Vincent's ass lightly: "Don't get involved with the Dark Lord. Over the years, more than half of our family's property has been donated one after another. That's why we haven't been imprisoned in Az. Caban."

"I'm not contaminated, I just want to ask." Vincent pushed away the books beside him and stood up. His tall and fat figure was almost a shrunken version of Old Crabbe.

In front of his son, the old Crabbe had some thoughts of showing off: "Except for the Dark Lord who made us afraid, everyone else would bend down when they saw us, and no one dared to resist when they licked my boots."

"What about Malfoy? Where's the savior Potter's father?" Vincent looked eagerly.

"Ha, Malfoy is only a little closer to the Dark Lord than us, but not as good as Bella and the others. They are about the same as us. As for Potter—" Old Crabbe smiled grimly. Like a mouse seeing a cat, it has to turn and run away."

Vincent Crabbe is full of longing for the era described by his father. As long as the Dark Lord returns, Malfoy, Potter, the humiliation and pain he has suffered will be returned a thousand times.

He said encouragingly, "We, why don't we get the Dark Lord back?"

Old Crabbe shook his head dejectedly: "We are just ordinary servants, and we will only ask for trouble if we do unnecessary things. Such things should be done by Bella and the others."

"I heard that Bella has gone mad. The torture of dementors day after day is a crueler punishment than death." Old Crabbe trembled unconsciously.

Old Crabbe paused. Under Voldemort's command, he also had to worry about being killed for venting his anger. That person was also a terrifying existence for Death Eaters.

Although Malfoy always had the upper hand on them, Lucius did have some skills that could bring them benefits.Although it is not as beautiful as it was back then, as a pure blood family, it is already a top existence in the magic world.

It is hard to say which is better and which is worse, then and now.

He kicked Vincent again: "This is not something you should be curious about."

After speaking, he turned and left.

"Bella, Azkaban..." Crabbe's eyes were full of hatred.

……

In the aquarium, in the exhibition hall of the dolphin show.

The public performance has just ended, and the children in the exhibition hall have a close encounter with dolphins under the guidance of the breeder.

Near the shore, a light gray dolphin with smooth skin and naive appearance swam in front of Loren, with its head out of the water and its tail fin constantly shaking and rippling under the water.

Loren dug up a lump of ice with a small shovel and poured it into the dolphin's mouth. The little dolphin swallowed it in one gulp, and a burst of water vapor spewed out from its air hole, like a sigh of satisfaction.

The little dolphin jumped lightly, rubbed Loren's cheek with a smooth kiss, and made a happy "acridine———" sound.

Loren felt a burst of moisture on his face, happy to be infected by this little guy, and shoveled a few shovels of ice to feed it.

Hermione's eyes were bright, and she was eager to see, "I'll try! I'll try!"

She took a few steps forward, walked to Loren's position, took the small shovel and fed the ice cubes.

The little dolphin twisted its tail, swam to the side, staggered its position and stopped in front of Loren, floating in front of Loren excitedly and expectantly.

Hermione stayed where she was, she didn't want to eat it, and she still disliked her, it was too hurtful.

Loren couldn't help chuckling, shrugging his shoulders.

(End of this chapter)