pertwk Chapter 267 Illegal Living Photos and Tissues
Chapter 267 Illegal Living Photos and Tissues
Chapter 267 Illegal Living Photos and Tissues
After leaving Hogwarts, Harry took a detour to Hogsmeade.
Before we had gone halfway, we saw swallows skimming low along the roadside, swarming about; ants carrying soil and grain, forming long lines; and fish in the river frequently poking their heads out, making smacking noises. It was truly an omen of an approaching storm.
Harry looked up at the sky. Although the sun was still shining brightly, a layer of ink-black clouds was rising on the horizon. They were heavy and gloomy, gradually encroaching on the ridge.
He thought to himself: This rain must be quite heavy.
So he quickened his pace and focused solely on walking.
Along the way, he encountered students in twos and threes. When they saw Harry, they all stopped, greeted him with smiles, and came forward to pay their respects.
Harry also chatted with the others, accompanying them on their journey.
After walking for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, he suddenly saw a very eye-catching figure with a full head of white hair on the road ahead. Who else could it be but Draco Malfoy?
When Harry looked at him, Crabbe and Goyle, his two large, fat followers, were nowhere to be seen; his girlfriend Pansy was also nowhere to be found. He was all alone, continuing on his way.
He thought to himself: This guy is usually surrounded by three people when he goes out, it's really strange that he's all alone today.
Harry immediately excused himself from the others and strode forward. He reached out his right hand and grabbed Draco's shoulder, chuckling, "What a coincidence! What a coincidence! Brother, where are you rushing off to?"
Draco was startled when he turned around and recognized Harry. He quickly said, "Good morning, Mr. Potter."
"I'm planning to go to Hogsmeade to browse around and pick out a gift for Pansy."
After saying that, she looked around, leaned half a foot closer to Harry, and lowered her voice to say, "We had a fight yesterday."
"You know, women always need to be coaxed a little."
Harry nodded after hearing this, and said, "No wonder I've only seen you walking alone today. Crabbe and Goyle, who are usually inseparable, where are they today?"
Draco said, "They were working on their papers, and Sprout gave them a good scolding in herbalism class."
Harry asked again, "Has your father replied?"
Draco said, "Mr. Potter, this is an international letter. At the usual rate, it should have reached my father this morning."
His words were so flawless, leaving no room for doubt. Harry racked his brains, but couldn't find a single point to ask.
Seeing that he remained silent, Draco bowed slightly and said, "Mr. Potter, if you have nothing else, I'll take my leave."
Having said that, he turned around and left without looking back, as if the wind was blowing around him.
Harry stood there, seeing him off, then suddenly snapped his fingers, summoning a house-elf to ask, "What he said just now, was it true or false?"
The house-elf bowed deeply and replied in a clear voice, "He did not lie, Mr. Potter."
"Miss Parkinson did have a quarrel with Mr. Malfoy yesterday. Mr. Crabbe and Mr. Goyle are currently writing their papers in the Slytherin common room."
Seeing that Harry spoke so thoroughly and as if recounting a familiar story, he finally believed it. After a moment's thought, he instructed, "In that case, you must keep a close watch in secret. If that fellow makes any move, report to me immediately."
The house-elf, upon receiving the order, straightened his thin chest and then silently disappeared, secretly calling a companion. The two of them followed Draco from a distance.
When Draco arrived in Hogsmeade, he first went straight to Bee Duke and picked out a few exquisite sweets; then he went to Elegant Wizarding Clothing Shop and chose a female wizarding robe.
He was carrying two bags, but his feet never stopped. After a few turns, he slipped into an inn on the street corner.
The inn was bustling with activity, with wizards from out of town stopping by for a meal and a group of Hogwarts students chatting and laughing.
Dracco didn't look to the side, heading straight for the counter. He glanced around, then took out some coins from his pocket and said, "Give me a room, not for the night."
The shopkeeper refused to take the money, instead giving Draco a once-over and squinting look before asking, "A student of Hogwarts?"
"That's right."
"one person?"
"right.
"What are you going to do?"
"To meet my girlfriend who is studying in Ifamone."
After speaking, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small stack of Galleons, about twenty in total. He simply pushed the Galleons lightly under the counter's ledger and pressed his finger across the surface of the ledger.
"I want a room with a fireplace."
When the shopkeeper saw the gold gleaming under the ledger, a smile instantly spread across his face. A knowing look peeked through his eyes as he smirked and said, "You've got plenty of energy, young man."
"But remember not to stand too close to the fireplace; the other day some guy went bald after a nude chat."
Although Draco was impatient, he still smiled and nodded slightly, saying, "Thank you for reminding me."
Seeing his reaction, the shopkeeper said no more and took out an old brass key from the drawer and handed it over.
"304, the fifth room on the left on the third floor."
Draco took the keys but didn't move. He looked around and asked again, "Are you sure the fireplace is safe?"
The shopkeeper continued counting money without looking up, saying, "No one can detect an unreported fireplace. The Ministry of Magic can't, and neither can we, so you can show off to your little girlfriend to your heart's content."
"Of course, if one day someone uses your nude video of you in the fire to blackmail you, then it's definitely because there's something wrong with your girlfriend."
Draco nodded and then turned and went upstairs.
The two house-elves, who were hiding in the corner, saw this clearly and hurriedly tiptoed to catch up, whispering anxiously to each other.
The elf, wringing his withered hands and frowning deeply, asked, "Should we tell Mr. Harry Potter?"
"Mr. Malfoy booking a room here—that's very strange, isn't it?"
The mother house-elf glared at him with her round eyes, grabbed his big ear, and said, "But that doesn't mean anything. We need more concrete evidence!"
"We just booked a room, and we're supposed to go and give a report to Mr. Harry Potter? He has so much to do; we can't cause him any trouble!"
The two argued all the way up to the third floor.
Seeing Draco slip into the room, he hurriedly squeezed through the crack in the door, holding his breath and staring intently at Draco's every move with his four lantern-like eyes.
Draco entered the room, first throwing the bag of sweets and clothes he was carrying onto the table, then: took off his robe and outer garment; drew the curtains to block out the light and shadow, turned the doorknob and locked it securely; turned off the electric light, burned incense, and lit a fire in the fireplace with his cane.
After everything was done, only the flickering firelight from the fireplace remained in the room, casting long shadows of everything in the room, swaying with the flames.
The two house-elves huddled in the dark corner, feeling that the room was warm and cozy, soothing and calming, and fragrant and enchanting.
Before long, the public-owned elf's brow bone gradually relaxed, and the female-owned elf's shoulders and back became slightly hunched. They both seemed to be immersed in warm water, with every pore on their bodies feeling soothed.
Draco rummaged in his pocket for a moment, then pulled out a six-inch square photograph and threw it onto the mattress.
Do you think this is what the scene looks like in the photo?
Oh dear! It turned out to be a male witch who had taken Felix Felicis and accidentally glimpsed the scene in the next room through the window.
There was a witch, as beautiful as jade, leaning against the sofa, her robe half-undone, her hair disheveled, her plump breasts exposed, her white legs spread apart, and a magic wand in her hand, gently stroking and flicking.
The two house-elves peeked out and caught a glimpse of the scene in the photo. As if their skin had been burned and their eyes had been poked by needles, they both jerked their heads back.
The pet elf grabbed the mother's big ear and whispered urgently, "We...we should go now."
"What Mr. Harry Potter said is wrong, and that definitely does not include these illegal live photos."
The mother elf twisted her body, refusing to move, and murmured, "What if... what if he's planning something else?"
"If you don't look at what these items are, all he did was take some things out of himself."
The two of them huddled together in the corner, one wanting to retreat and the other wanting to stay, their four big eyes staring at each other in a panic.
Before their argument had even ended, Draco pulled another bottle from his pocket. It was filled with gleaming olive oil.
He turned and went into the washroom, rustling as he retrieved a roll of toilet paper. The government-owned elf, seeing this, was terrified and grabbed its mother, trying to run away.
"Let's go! We can't watch the wizard do his private things!"
The little elf raised by the mother's family blushed purple, yet still stubbornly insisted, "Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps—in any case, it's your thoughts that are too filthy!"
Before he could finish speaking, they heard a "snap" sound. They both turned their heads sharply to look, only to see Draco pull down his belt, his trousers instantly slipping down to his ankles, revealing his hairy legs.
The two house-elves were struck dumb. The mother could no longer pretend to be deaf and dumb. She hurriedly snapped her fingers and made a soft sound, and her figure disappeared into the house.
In the blink of an eye, they arrived outside the corridor. The government-owned elf was so anxious that he was burning up and hurriedly wanted to go downstairs.
The mother, however, stood still, staring at the door.
The male said urgently, "What are you still looking at? We really should go!"
The mother shook her head violently, slapping her large ears against her cheeks. "But what if he did it on purpose? How are we going to explain this to Mr. Harry Potter if something goes wrong?"
Upon hearing this, the public elf-keeper was immediately stunned.
The two men stared at each other with their four lantern-like eyes, and after a long while, they gritted their teeth, took each other's hands, and tiptoed to the door like thieves. Their four large, fan-like handles stood upright and tremblingly pressed against the crack in the door panel.
"Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—"
"Hiss~ Ah~"
They heard a few strange noises coming from under the door, and the two house-elves, as if struck by fire, fled in panic.
"Idiot! You big idiot! I told you long ago we shouldn't pry into the wizard's private affairs!"
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I need to wash my ears with soap!"
The two of them, blaming each other the whole way, rushed downstairs in a panic, found a corner and huddled together, waiting for the commotion upstairs to subside.
The pet elf kept by the government still tightly folded off its large ears and covered them up.
Meanwhile, in the room, the photograph, the oil bottle, and the tissues were all laid out on the bedside table. Draco was lying naked on the mattress, doing the Muggle "sit-ups."
After completing a full hundred repetitions, Draco exhaled and stopped. He stood up, wiping the fine sweat from his brow, but dared not delay. He grabbed his wand and whispered, "Show Shadows!"
Several silver stars flew in and out of the tip of the staff. He walked around the room for a while and saw that the silver stars had all dispersed and there was nothing unusual. Only then did he relax a little.
Suddenly he caught sight of the clock on the wall, his face changed drastically, and before he could even get dressed properly, he simply wrapped his long robe around his naked body and stumbled barefoot to the fireplace.
He pulled a handful of shimmering green powder from inside his robe, threw it into the brazier, and shouted, "Number Fourteen Vivas Street!"
The green flames exploded with a roar, and Lucius Malfoy's gaunt face instantly appeared in the furnace.
Draco breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Lucius.
Readers, you may have heard that the connection between these two entities is a secret pact passed down through generations of the Malfoy family in business. While the words inside the correspondence may serve as a decoy, the crucial information lies in the cover.
If the cover is clean and new, the message is credible; if there is a single ink spot, it is a lie; if there are two ink stains, something is amiss, and you should postpone opening and contact them instead.
If you ask about the time of contact, you should know that the two dots must not be far apart; just look at the positions of the dots on the clock face.
The father and son stared at each other across the fireworks for a moment. Draco swallowed hard and whispered, "Long time no see, Dad."
Lucius pursed his lips into a thin line and nodded slightly. "You're two minutes late."
"There's no way around it, Potter is very cautious, I need to make sure there are no house-elves watching us."
"That's good. It seems you were indeed overthinking it." Lucius showed a hint of relief, but couldn't help asking curiously, "How did you manage to escape the watchful eyes of those house-elves?"
"They actually disobeyed Harry Potter's orders?"
Draco's face was somber. He covered his mouth and nose with his hands, fingers interlaced, and remained silent for a long while before whispering, "I only took advantage of their servility."
Upon hearing this, Lucius looked closely at Draco's face, which remained unfathomable in the firelight. Despite being blood relatives, Lucius felt a surge of inexplicable respect for him.
As expected of my son, I can't even imagine how brilliant his methods were.
As he was reflecting on this, Draco asked again, "How are things over there? Is it safe now?"
"It's alright. As you know, the Dark Lord has been trying to teach the Death Eaters the Patronus Charm, so he's not very strict about controlling their contact with family."
"Although he thinks it's very foolish to feel happy by connecting with family."
After saying that, Lucius said seriously, "Alright, let's get down to business. I didn't open the letter you sent. Is there a problem with it?"
"Yes," Draco said in a deep voice, "Inside is Potter's method for dispelling Dementors, but I hope you never open it."
Lucius was taken aback. "Why, wait a minute, did you tell Potter about the code?"
"If I don't take sides, I won't even survive this semester. I'll be driven crazy by the others without even Porter having to lift a finger."
Draco took a deep breath. "This letter was written exactly as Potter requested, without any code words, and it mentions my joining his private organization."
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