Harry Potter and the Burnt Badger

Of course, in the current view of Lucius Malfoy, this thing is not so much a precious item left by his noble master, but rather a reminder for him, Lucius Malfoy.

So many people had received the news that the Ministry of Magic was about to launch a search, how could Lucius Malfoy not receive it?But the problem is, if he dares to take this blank notebook full of terrifying black magic atmosphere away from Malfoy Manor without any reason, then when the great Dark Lord comes back in the future...

It's hard to say anything else, but his life is definitely not saved.

He had to think of a good way to deal with this notebook.

must.

Of course, it would obviously be great if he could use this to achieve some of his own, small political goals.

Lucius Malfoy looked at the notebook that looked like it should be thrown into the trash with a gloomy expression, raised his head and drank the red wine in the glass in one gulp.

Wishes are always good, but the fact is that he hasn't thought of a good enough solution until now.

Damn Amelia Bones... He knew that after this woman became Minister, she would not do anything good for the Malfoy family.Sure enough, as soon as the werewolf matter was taken care of, it didn't take long for Bones, who had his hands free, to target the Malfoy family.Search just search, and they actually listed the Malfoy family as a key target - Lucius Malfoy didn't even need to think too much to guess that Arthur Weasley, that idiot, would definitely turn Malfoy Manor upside down. .

And with Amelia Bones's instruction, it might be difficult for him to find someone else to cover for him.

You have to figure it out yourself.

He picked up the wine bottle again and wanted to fill half of the glass of wine for himself. However, when he only poured half of it, he simply handed the entire bottle to his mouth and poured it into his mouth.

When Lucius Malfoy put down the bottle again and wiped the bright red wine flowing from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief, his expression had become more sinister.

A very good idea popped into his mind.

If the plan can be accomplished as smoothly as he thought, then not only can the diary be sent out smoothly, but he can also use it to accomplish many great things, turning the headwind situation the Malfoy family is currently facing into a tailwind.Even if the Dark Lord does come back in the future, after learning what he has done, he will probably be praised lavishly and make him a confidant.

But if he wants to do this, he must take risks...

There was a dull thunder outside the window, and the rumbling sound even caused the window glass to tremble.Lucius Malfoy glanced at the water marks on the window and made a difficult decision in his heart.He picked up the notebook, turned around and took two steps before he finally remembered something, turned back, took the red wine from the table, and turned off the light.

The last lights in Malfoy Manor were completely extinguished, and the rain became heavier and heavier. The dark Malfoy Manor lost its previous graceful artistic conception in the rain, and even showed a bit of light when the electric snake flew across the sky. Eerie and terrifying.

Little Malfoy had fallen asleep, but Narcissa Malfoy was still awake, waiting for her husband in bed.

But he finally waited for the sound of footsteps, but they just flew past the door and did not stop.

After sighing softly, Narcissa climbed up from the bed, tightened her dark green satin nightgown, and walked out of the room into the darkness.

"Lucius—"

Lucius Malfoy, who was about to turn the corner, stopped and turned around, "What's wrong?"

"Stop thinking about that book and go to bed quickly. Even if Weasley comes to check, it won't be tomorrow."

Listening to the deep concern in his wife's words, Lucius Malfoy's expression softened slightly, but he still shook his head, "You go to sleep first, I'll be here in five minutes. I have something. I have to get it done tonight, otherwise I won’t be able to sleep well even if I go to bed.”

"Is it related to that notebook?"

"……Um."

Narcissa sighed again. She stopped urging, returned to the room, and lay down on the bed again.

In the past two days, her husband had almost scratched his head over that notebook. Although she wanted to let her husband rest early, she also understood that dealing with the notebook was obviously much more important to her husband than sleeping.

Neither of the couple noticed that a pair of big bat-like ears dangled out of the darkness in the corner of the corridor after the two left.

The elf blinked his huge eyes, holding a dirty rag in his hand, and wearing tattered clothes that were even dirtier than the rag - if that could still be considered a piece of clothing.There was no doubt that he had been wiping something, a wall or a floor.

But it happened to be what it heard.

So, after struggling internally for a moment, it followed Lucius Malfoy in the direction he left while beating his head with his fist.

Chapter 4 Birds and Bears

In the brightly lit office, the old man with silver beard and silver hair gently put down the letter paper in his hand, sat in front of the case and thought for a long time. It was not until a long time later that he finally picked up the quill pen and wrote on the parchment in front of him:

"Dear Moon:

I am very happy to receive your letter. In the blink of an eye, it has been a long time since you guys started your vacation. I wonder how you are doing at home.When I saw the photo of you and Gilderoy Lockhart in the newspaper a few days ago, I suddenly realized that you seemed to be a little taller than before. I don't know if it was just the angle of the camera, but I guess you were at home. It's never going to be too bad.

The reason why I have not replied to you for a long time is because I have been busy with another matter recently. It is no exaggeration to say that from the beginning of the summer vacation to now, I have been almost completely distracted by this matter. It wasn't until today that I finally got some breathing space.

So I wrote you this reply.

As to the first thing you asked about, which was Professor Greengrass's departure from Hogwarts - it must be said that I too regretted that very much.But this was entirely out of his own will, and I couldn't do anything effective to retain him.Maybe you remember that firework explosion that almost hurt him during rehearsal?Later, it turned out that that was not an isolated case. After that, poor Professor Greengrass was tortured so much that accidents happened to him almost every few days.In just one month, his body lost weight visibly almost immediately.

In his words, these accidents may not directly endanger his life, but there is no doubt that if this continues, it won't be long before his already old age will be greatly shortened.

It was precisely because of this that he chose to leave his position as professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

As for the other thing you asked about, Gilderoy Lockhart is about to take over as professor.I'm afraid I have to admit that you are absolutely right. Gilderoy Lockhart is a shameful liar. From what I know about him, those things that undoubtedly require courage and wit to do are definitely not his. It can be done.

The reason why I chose Lockhart to be your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor next year even though I knew all these things, I think the main reason is probably because of my feelings for you and Sirius. and Remus' trust.

With you here, even if a liar like Lockhart is appointed as professor, I don't think there will be any big deficiencies in the Defense Against the Dark Arts skills of other students.On the other hand, Lockhart can also be an excellent negative teaching material, allowing everyone to learn something that cannot be learned from you and should be criticized and self-reflected.

Of course, if there are other reasons, it is not without them.

To be honest, although I don’t want to admit it, in the past two years, the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor has become increasingly difficult to recruit.Ha, this thing is a little funny, but it is indeed an indisputable fact.

Ah, I accidentally said so many things in such a long and verbose manner, I hope you don't mind.Once you live to my age in the future, you will probably understand that old people like me sometimes like to talk useless nonsense.

Well, finally, I have one more thing to ask your opinion - since I came back early, I think maybe we can move our 'summer course' to around July 7th. I wonder if you are willing. ?

Yours, Albus Dumbledore

April 7

PS, please help me feed Fox some food, preferably herbs. If not, cuttlefish cartilage that can be used as medicine will also work. Thank you. "

The old man picked up the pen, put the beautiful quill pen on the shelf again, then folded the parchment, stuffed it into the envelope, and handed it to Fox.

Fox, who had been sleeping on the shelf next to him, finally woke up. He shook his head, shook his body, and held the envelope in his mouth.

"Go ahead and give this letter to Moon. Then you can go out for a walk and come back at any time." Professor Dumbledore smiled and stroked the feathers on Fox's head with his fingers. "Just in time, while you haven't bathed yet." Fire, please do some exercise again."

Fox, whose mouth was blocked by the envelope, couldn't cry, so he could only raise his wings, then fluttered his wings and flew straight out of the wide open window, and then gradually disappeared into the dark night.

It was precisely at this time that a huge box in the corner of the principal's office suddenly shook violently, making a dull sound of "clanging".

"Ah...I almost forgot about you." After writing the letter, Professor Dumbledore seemed to be in a very good mood, and even hummed a little song. He walked to the box and gently placed it on the box. Patted, "Sleep a little longer, it's not time to let you out yet."

The box shook wildly twice more, as if something inside was hitting the wall of the box crazily. The force was so strong that it even moved the box to the side.

"Boom-boom-!"

The old man sighed helplessly, raised his hand and patted the box hard, and then the strange box became completely quiet.

…………

"Dong dong - dong dong -"

"Dong dong - dong dong -"

Moon was breathing heavily, and his chest was expanding violently. After gasping for breath due to excessive fatigue, he felt as if his entire lungs were about to explode.

But it's still not time for him to rest. The man is still chasing after him, even getting closer and closer to him.

This was the first time since time travel that Moon felt that his body was so powerless. He even vaguely felt that his body seemed to be weakened.

Or, to put it more accurately, it should be...

He vaguely felt that his body seemed to be getting closer and closer to the sick man in his previous life.

Moon didn't have time to think about why, nor did he bother to distinguish and examine what was going on with him - he could realize that he must have forgotten something, but now was obviously not the time to delve into such a matter.

Because he had heard the man's footsteps again, and... the sound of blood dripping to the ground.

Why?Why do you have to kill me?

why?

What am I doing wrong?

Strong uneasiness and resentment began to spread in Moon's heart. He gritted his teeth, calmed himself, took a deep breath, and continued to run hard up the stairs at hand.

One step, another step.

"Ta-ta--" That was the sound of blood beads flowing through the spine of the knife, crossing the blade, and finally falling.

"ta-ta-"

"ta-ta-"

Munn couldn't help but look back, but there was nothing behind him. There was no one on the steps he had just run through. Only the blood on the ground was climbing forward and spreading, getting closer to Munn.

"Get away! Get away! Get away!!" He waved his arms in a panic, shouting in vain, and climbed over the last step of the steps and into the corridor upstairs.

In a daze, he felt as if he had climbed the steps in vain.

The corridors of the hospital are always the same. What the floor below looks like, the floor above still looks similar.

Moon borrowed some strength from the handrail on the wall and pulled himself to the other end of the corridor.

Then a sharp pain shot through his chest.

He lowered his head in disbelief and looked at his chest.

At some point, a bright red flower bloomed there.

"despair--"

A drop of blood fell on the ground in front of Moon.

He knelt down slumped on the ground, raised a hand with difficulty and grabbed the beautiful leather shoes stained with blood in front of him.

"why……"

"Why...must...must kill me..."

"Why...Dad..."

The lights in the hospital corridor were buzzing, and the cold white light was flickering gently, but Moon could hardly see anything clearly. His vision was getting darker and blurry little by little.

He felt a hand grabbing his wrist and dragging him somewhere unknown.

The body is gradually getting colder.

Maybe the blood is almost drained.

The touch on his back changed at this moment. The previously flat and smooth hospital corridor floor disappeared and was replaced by an unknown area full of fine sand and gravel. It was probably outdoors. He could still vaguely feel the cold wind blowing from his face. The coolness you get when you brush it.

Fortunately, in this near-death experience, he had completely lost his sense of pain.

After being dragged for a while, the person holding him finally stopped and let go of his wrist.

But this wasn't good news, because after a while, he was picked up on someone's back.

Where is this?Is it the rooftop of the hospital?

Are you planning to throw me...away?

The premonition became extremely effective at this moment, and he felt as if his light body was flying - and then, what followed was endless falling, falling, falling...

"Boom-!!!"

"Huh...huh...huh..." Mu En, who was still sleeping soundly, suddenly sat up. His forehead was already covered with fine beads of sweat, and uncomfortable moisture was constantly coming from his pajamas and quilt. Awesome touch.

He took two more breaths, then exhaled forcefully, and lay back tiredly, falling back onto the bed.

Nightmare.

He hadn't had this nightmare in years.

If he remembered correctly, the last time he had this nightmare was when he was nine years old.

In the blink of an eye, three or four years have flown by.

Under the bright moonlight outside the window, he picked up the pocket watch beside his pillow and took a look at the time.

27:[-] AM.

The boy put down his pocket watch, lifted the quilt, rolled over and climbed out of bed, then sat at the table and poured himself a glass of water.

The hot water I had just prepared before going to bed was still warm.

He took two sips and was about to use his wand to dry the pajamas on his body and the quilt on the bed when he heard two gentle knocks outside the window.

The sound was definitely not caused by Debbie, that silly bird always knocked a little hard on the window.

Munn just looked up and saw a bright red magnificent bird squatting on the window sill, tapping the window frame with its left paw, while tilting its head and looking at Munn.

"Fawkes?" He was startled for a moment. Professor Dumbledore didn't often use Fawkes to deliver letters in the past, and he didn't know why he suddenly had such thoughts today.