Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Chapter 531 Study Room

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"Don't worry, he's not dead, he's just temporarily unconscious. I looked through his memory and found that he was sent by Lucius." Harry stared into Hermione's eyes, trying to see something from her.

"Oh, really?" Hermione laughed. She was neither angry, annoyed, nor curious. Instead, she put the papers she had taken out of the table back into the drawer.

"Now that you're dressed, let's go."

"Do you think they will be surprised if I show up like this?" Harry suddenly felt like playing a joke.

Hermione didn't object. She placed one hand on the sleeve of the other hand and polished the pattern on the edge of the sleeve. "I think we should not reveal your identity for the time being."

"Okay, okay, I got it." Harry didn't say anything else and took the young man out of the office before leaving.

Hermione had him locked up in a room and asked him about it in detail after the party was over.

It was different from the time when Harry hurriedly came to Malfoy Manor more than a decade ago. At that time, it was filled with Death Eaters and the existence of Voldemort made this place obscure. But at this moment, it was bustling with people, high-ranking officials, people coming and going, the whole manor was brightly lit, and Muggle technology was combined with wizard magic.

The Malfoy family, which had been in a slump at that time, regained its glory. This glory shone on Harry's face, which reminded him of the arrogant young master with platinum hair, and he smiled gently.

There were two male waiters in black tuxedos standing on both sides of the door, with standard smiles on their lips, showing their good qualities.

This seemed to be a warning to the newcomers, or a show of family background, or even a deterrent to those who coveted the Malfoy family's property.

The famous Lucius now had half his hair turned white. When Harry followed Hermione and looked at his aged face, he suddenly realized.

Time never defeats beauty. Although Narcissa has some wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, she is gentle, calm, graceful and elegant, a true lady.

As soon as Hermione entered the castle, she attracted a lot of attention. Among the many dignitaries, she was still the most eye-catching one.

Her seemingly humble origins, her legendary inspirational experiences, her adventures with the savior Harry Potter, her excellent graduation results, her decisiveness, her appointment as Minister of Magic at a young age, and her profound exchanges with the Muggle world in recent years have all added to her reputation.

The story between her and her husband a few days ago was talked about a lot.

The one behind.

A young man, handsome, with green eyes that reminded people of that person.

There were many different opinions at once, and when Hermione and Lucius were having a cordial conversation, many eyes were focused on this young man.

Harry didn't care about it at all. He just felt bored and wanted to escape from this place with sticky gazes and fake smiles.

He has to eliminate all obstacles. Whether Lucius has done something behind the scenes depends on how he performs tonight.

Harry looked nonchalantly at the expensive carpet beneath his feet. His black boots stepped heavily on it, and a few strands of black hair curled up mischievously, showing the owner's rebelliousness.

Everyone was curious about Harry, but out of gentlemanly courtesy, they did not inquire in an offensive manner.

Narcissa's eyes were fixed on the young man, full of curiosity and a hint of -

Harry and this noble and elegant woman, the mother who once saved his life, exchanged a hurried glance with strange expressions.

His heart tightened and he felt something was wrong.

At this moment, the conversation between Hermione and Lucius was coming to an end. A band was invited to one side of the hall. The music slowly flowed in everyone's ears, like a gurgling stream, washing away the dust in their hearts.

At this time, a child appeared on the spiral staircase leading to the second floor. He still had platinum hair and a proud look. He held the handrail beside him and walked down slowly.

Harry wasn't far away.

A child? Why is there a child? Could it be a distant relative of the Malfoy family?

Hermione looked normal, but Narcissa was a little nervous when she saw the child.

"he is?"

"He is Master Malfoy, the child of Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Black."

With the help of communication with people around him, Harry was somewhat shocked to learn the news.

Hermione held two glasses of red wine, handed one to Harry, and took a sip from the other.

Harry took a sip and found it bitter.

Draco is back. He came into this world with his parents, and the moment the barrier disappears, he will return to his original place.

What kind of existence is this child?

"Their own children," Harry began.

"No, adopted." Hermione shook her head.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, for no one knew for whom.

"The banquet will probably end around 12 o'clock. Lucius and Narcissa, the hosts, should be in this hall. You can go and do whatever you want."

This is what Hermione told Harry on the way here. Thinking of these words, he said goodbye to Hermione and thought about how to sneak out of the hall.

The gazes around were very focused, but fortunately some of them were given to the so-called Master Malfoy.

How can I get out smoothly?

Lucius's hair was half white at this moment. He had just dealt with a distant relative. With a kind smile on his face, he slowly came to Harry's side.

"This sir..." He stretched out his words, with some tentativeness in his tone, "who are you?"

"You may call me Corwin, Mr. Malfoy."

"Corwin?" Lucius pondered the name and suddenly smiled, seeming to be in a very happy mood. He lowered the red wine glass in his hand and touched the edge of Harry's glass. "I wish you a good time tonight!"

"Okay." Harry nodded slightly, neither humble nor arrogant. He watched Lucius walk towards his wife and the little boy, while Hermione moved easily among the crowd with a standard smile on her face.

It seemed that not many people were paying attention to him. He moved carefully to the edge of the hall. The band changed to a passionate tune. The crowd gradually gathered together. Lucius and his wife Narcissa danced the first dance.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he used magic to blur the vision of the people around him, and finally selected a servant and asked him to help guide them to the bathroom in the castle.

The servant quickly agreed. This bathroom was on the first floor. It was spacious and bright. When the window was opened, one could see the garden outside. There were many gorgeous flowers emitting a faint fluorescence at night.

Comforted by his parents, the little boy obediently left the hall and went up to the second floor.

He was terrified because his parents had a very good child, but he disappeared a few years ago, so they came to find him.

How long can his glory last? Although he is young, he can still perceive these things keenly. He often feels inferior in front of those people, so he begins to become conceited and looks down on others more and more.

Harry came to the dressing room, quietly got rid of the servants, and then used the body-changing spell to hide himself. According to Hermione, Lucius's office was on the third floor. Servants were not allowed to enter normally, and he cleaned it himself. There must be a lot of things hidden there.

But after all, they are a pure-blood family, and there is no telling how many hidden tricks there may be in the ancient castle left behind. If Harry wants to go there and return safely, he must be very careful.

Or, there’s no need to do it yourself.

The kid in the front is nice.

Harry followed little Malfoy quietly, looking at his suspicious expression. This guy reminded him of Draco again.

Never mind, he's just a kid after all.

Hiss, if Draco came back at the same age as in that world, the two of them wouldn't seem to be much different. Harry suddenly felt a little distressed when thinking about this problem.

The little boy's bedroom is on the second floor, in the dim corridor. Under his feet is a beige carpet with delicate embroidery on it. There are portraits hanging next to it. They all seem to be sleeping at the moment.

Harry had to be more careful.

He quietly followed the little boy into the room. The best way, the best way was the Imperius Curse.

Harry now used the three unforgivable curses very skillfully, but he lost his most proud weapon, the ability to kill you.

If Harry encounters Dementors again, the most likely possibility is that his soul will be sucked away by it.

Harry stared at the little Malfoy who had been controlled, put on a black wizard cloak over his expensive suit, and slowly followed behind him, using him to test the potential danger.

He looked at the small bunch of hair in his hand and put it into his pocket, where the potion had been prepared.

I hope I don't need to use this thing by then.

They arrived at Lucius' study without any obstruction.

The first thing it looks like is luxury, with countless expensive things piled up here. Harry's mind is divided into two at this moment. He observes this study room through the perspective of little Malfoy as a child, and cannot help but sigh at the historical heritage of the most powerful family.

However, there is one place that looks very strange and even seems out of place.

On one wall, there were several marks left by spells, which had made several holes in the wall and even had faint cracks around it.

But the owner of the room obviously doesn't care, as such a prominent location attracts special attention.

Where will the things be placed?

Harry regained his composure and led little Malfoy to Lucius's desk. He also quietly covered the three portraits hanging on the wall so that they could not see what was happening in the room at the moment.

There were many documents on cooperation with Muggle companies in one drawer. It seemed that this guy had invested in many prestigious groups and had siphoned off wealth through various methods such as using other people's hands, joining funds, setting up shell companies, etc.

Harry directed little Malfoy to flip while sighing, and he quietly withdrew, leaving little Malfoy with an independent and sufficient space.

In another drawer, there were still a few ordinary contracts and some documents related to cooperation with the Ministry of Magic. There was nothing special about them.

Harry was a little distressed. He didn't know where to start, nor did he know how to explore the secret that someone wanted to bury forever in such a short time.

He stared at the huge bookcase behind the desk, which was about seven or eight meters high and more than ten meters wide. It was filled with various books, neatly arranged from tall to short.

Where will it be?

Little Malfoy was not tall enough to see the things on top clearly, so he had to step on a chair.

Young children can only withstand a limited amount of magic, so Harry must speed up, otherwise little Malfoy will become a fool by the time he is done.

This row is the History of Magic, in various versions, and another row is the secret history of various families. Harry was very interested in what he saw, but he still held back and did not move.

Maybe it's not in the study, maybe there is a secret room. With this thought in mind, he decided to release the control over little Malfoy after he returned to his bedroom, and tamper with his memory so that he could have a good sleep.

However, just as he was about to step out of the room, he was bounced back, and the little magic covering the portrait was quickly cleared away.

Harry's connection with little Malfoy was almost severed, and he felt a breath stuck in his throat and a tight pain in his chest.

What happened? Did the protective magic in the study get triggered?

He went there in person, but found nothing.

At this time, Lucius and Hermione, who should have been in the banquet hall chatting cordially with everyone, walked up the stairs to the third floor. They didn't know when they had escaped.

Harry originally wanted to send a message to Hermione, but seeing the familiar atmosphere between him and Lucius, he decided to give up the idea.

While controlling little Malfoy to look for a way out, he climbed out of the castle, walked around the garden outside, returned to the bathroom, went to the hall, chose a lady he liked, and invited her to dance the first dance of the night.

As the footsteps approached, little Malfoy suddenly felt something in his mind, and he immediately sat down on Lucius' chair with a swagger, even stepping on the table, leaving a shallow footprint on it, and looking at the row of bookshelves.

As they got closer and closer to the study, Lucius and Hermione were obviously a little nervous. They slowly moved closer with their wands in hand. The door of the study had been opened without them knowing. The light from the room spread onto the corridor, forming a triangular area of ​​light.

The two looked at each other, and finally pretended to be nonchalant and walked across the corridor, pretending to glance at the study casually.

They were stunned for a moment, there was no Harry Potter, only little Malfoy standing on tiptoe on the desk, looking shaky.

The veins on Lucius' forehead were throbbing, Hermione's heart tightened, and she pulled Lucius back.

"This is not necessarily your son."

Lucius calmed down, came to the door of the study, and snorted coldly.

The sound seemed to scare little Malfoy so much that he suddenly stood on tiptoe and fell heavily off the desk, knocking some things on the table to the ground.

Hermione looked at Lucius hesitantly, with an obvious questioning look in her eyes.

"what on earth is it?"