svetikya Chapter 163 Malfoy Potter is a family
Chapter 163 Malfoy Potter is a family
Chapter 164 (6-word long chapter) The Malfoy Potters
Picking up where we left off, Dobby the elf returned to the manor and called out to Harry and Black.
Upon hearing the name Sirius, Narcissa was so shocked that her soul seemed to fly to the heavens. She opened her mouth slightly, let out a soft moan, and collapsed limply into the brocade sofa, as if all her bones had been removed.
Upon hearing Harry's name, Draco's eyes widened like saucers, his face drained of color, and his lips trembled for a long time, yet he couldn't utter a single word.
Lucius ignored his wife and children's state, grabbed Dobby's tattered napkin from his chest, and said in a deep voice:
"What are those two doing here?"
Dobby said tremblingly, "Dobby, Dobby doesn't know. Master only told Dobby to go and see what's going on outside..."
"idiot!"
Lucius cursed and swung his snake-headed staff, knocking Dobby to the ground.
Just as they were about to get dressed and go out to check, they suddenly heard a deafening roar, and the two carved pear wood doors were blown to pieces.
The surging air forced Lucius to take three steps back before he could regain his footing.
Narcissa and Draco, mother and son, were terrified. They huddled together, trembling uncontrollably.
As the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, two imposing figures could be seen standing in the dilapidated doorway.
The man on the left was tall and imposing, with a gleaming dagger at his waist and an imposing electric scar on his forehead—it was none other than Harry Potter.
The man standing on the right was wiry and strong, holding a bottle of liquor in his left hand and gripping his wand tightly in his right. His eyes, hidden beneath his disheveled hair, were like lightning. It was none other than Sirius Black!
They were only ten steps apart, and when they looked at each other, Harry and Black's eyes flashed with murderous intent, which was truly chilling.
Before Harry could speak, Lucius's face lit up with warmth, and he stepped forward with a smile.
Good evening, Harry, and Sirius.
He then turned and shouted sternly, "Draco, where has your noble manners gone?"
"Didn't you see your savior and your uncle have arrived?"
Upon hearing the term "cousin," Harry asked in surprise, "What cousin?"
Blake tilted his head back and took a swig of wine, then tapped Narcissa, whose face was ashen, with the tip of his cane, and said casually:
"She's my cousin, but we haven't been in touch for many years."
Lucius was adept at changing his tune depending on the situation. He patted Blake on the shoulder and sighed:
"Ah, this is the Ministry of Magic's fault. They actually let you stay in Azkaban for a full thirteen years."
"Narcissa keeps saying she wants to visit, but the Ministry of Magic keeps refusing to approve it."
Harry chuckled coldly twice, his gaze first sweeping over Narcissa's face, then glancing sideways at Draco, and said:
"In that case, I and this kid are practically cousins."
Lucius nodded emphatically. "You're absolutely right, Harry."
"Actually, we were originally one family."
"If you'd like, you can call me uncle."
Having said that, he suddenly turned his face darkened, turned to the corner of the wall, and shouted sternly at Dobby:
"Didn't you hear me? Hurry up and get two more plates and cutlery!"
Dobby stared at Harry for a moment, then stumbled down to the kitchen.
Lucius then extended his arms and smiled, "Please have a seat, you two."
He then led his wife and children to the dining table.
Black squinted, took a sip of his drink, and whispered in Harry's ear, "You'd better watch out, Harry. My cousin-in-law seems to be more cunning than I thought."
Harry didn't seem to mind, and said with interest, "You're being quite attentive today, which is quite different from what you did at my brother Hagrid's house."
"I'm just waiting to see what he's up to. No matter how cunning he is, he's nothing more than a head and a heart; what trouble can he possibly cause?"
The three of them sat down as host and guest, and Lucius, without changing his expression, took out a bottle of aged wine from the cellar. When he opened it, the room was filled with a wonderful fragrance.
Narcissa and her son huddled at the far end of the long table, their faces ashen, looking like clay or wooden sculptures.
With a flick of his wand, Lucius caused the wine to glow, and two glasses of nectar floated into the air towards Harry and Meghan.
"Try it, it's from Bordeaux, France."
Black took a small sip, finding it rich and flavorful, and was about to take a few more sips when Harry slammed the glass down, spat it on the ground, and cursed:
"It's so sour! Don't try to fool me with this weak drink, bring me some strong liquor!"
Seeing this, Blake hurriedly tilted his head back and drank it all down, taking the entire amount of wine into his mouth. With a puff of his cheeks and a shake of his head, he sprayed the wine out in a shower, splattering it all over Lucius's face.
"Yeah, what a piece of junk wine!"
Draco watched in horror; these two were truly insane!
It's one thing to waste my dad's wine, but to spray it all over his face!
Unexpectedly, Lucius remained unfazed, simply flicking his sleeve to summon Dobby.
"Go get two bottles of Flame Whisky."
A moment later, the wine arrived, and Harry uncorked it and drank heartily with the meat.
Although Lucius was in the host's seat, he personally served the wine. He had already sensed that the two men were up to no good and must have some ulterior motive, so he didn't ask them a single question to avoid causing trouble.
One moment he was praising the Ministry of Magic for being incompetent and corrupt, and the next he was praising Harry as a young hero. He said all the nice things.
Harry spent his time drinking at Black's old house without eating anything. He only thought he would eat his fill before making any plans, but he didn't refuse. The truth is: amidst the clinking of glasses, everyone at the table harbored their own schemes.
Blake's belly was already full of wine; there was no room for another drop.
After waiting for a long time without Harry mentioning the serious matter of collecting the debt, and instead eating and drinking ravenously, Lucius grew impatient. He slammed his hand on the table, glared at Lucius, and shouted:
"Lucius, you should know why we're here today, right?"
"Of course I know."
Lucius remained unfazed, lightly waving his wand to refill his glass. "Wasn't it so our family could celebrate Christmas together?"
Upon hearing this, Harry nearly spat out his mouthful of wine and meat, bursting into laughter and exclaiming, "The master is truly a master of feigning ignorance!"
"Oh, Harry, you're wrong about that. My father always said I couldn't play dumb when I was little."
Blake, listening to their witty exchange but not understanding its meaning, couldn't contain himself and immediately drew his wand, shouting:
"Stop playing dumb! Pay back the money you owe the Potters!"
When Narcissa saw her cousin relapse into his old ways and start acting crazy again, her heart pounded. In a panic, she grabbed Draco's hand under the table and felt her beloved son's palm grow cold and tremble uncontrollably.
Lucius, however, remained calm and composed, only smiling as he said, "What's wrong? Is Harry short of money?"
Then he glanced at Harry and said, "Harry, take whatever you fancy at Malfoy Manor."
"We're family."
Harry, hearing his twisted logic—calling debt collection as freeloading—was enraged and sneered:
"Since you're so generous, I'll lend you your wife and children to serve me for a few days. On this festive occasion, let me have some warmth on my bed and enjoy some family time!"
Before he could finish speaking, Draco was already trembling like a leaf in the autumn wind, while Narcissa's face was flushed and pale, her teeth clenched but she dared not utter a sound.
Black frowned and pondered for a moment, then tugged at Harry's sleeve and said, "Harry, this isn't quite right."
Upon hearing this, Narcissa looked at him with a sense of flattery and surprise.
Was he ever able to act like a normal person before?
"What will we call each other then? Will we each use our own names?"
"You call me godfather, I'll call you cousin-in-law."
When Narcissa saw that Black looked serious and wasn't joking at all, her heart was in her throat. She and Draco trembled together, like candles flickering in the wind or reeds withered in the snow.
Lucius's face remained calm, but his knuckles were clenched so tightly around the wine glass that they turned blue. He forced a smile and said, "Sorry, Harry, I thought we were talking about money."
Harry, who was shoving beef into his mouth with his knife, mumbled, "Since you knew we were going to talk about money tonight, why didn't you mention the Potter family's hair-smoothing business? We haven't received a single penny of interest in ages!"
Upon hearing this, Lucius's brow relaxed slightly. "Oh, Harry, is this what you wanted to see me about tonight?"
"I can tell you definitively—yes, I do distribute your quick-smooth hair product, but only as a part of it."
"A portion?" Black immediately questioned. "Jaime clearly told me that the Malfoy family took the largest share of the agency!"
Lucius nodded calmly and said, "You're right, the Malfoy family did take a large share of the agency, but you should also know that there are quite a few members in the Malfoy family as well."
At this point, the man suddenly let out a long sigh, and a sense of desolation, like autumn frost, appeared in his eyes.
"I am the rightful heir to the Malfoy family, but heirs are often just empty shells."
"Every day when I open my eyes, I have to take care of countless relatives. Most of the money I earn as an agent goes to them, and what's left for me isn't even enough to pay you the interest."
Upon hearing this, Harry slowly rubbed his knuckles against the hilt of his knife and sneered, "According to what you're saying, sir, the money that should have been mine is going to become nothing but a mirage?"
Lucius, with his keen eye, quickly took his arm and poured him a full cup of wine in respect.
"Of course not, that money should have been yours to begin with, but I need some time to gather the principal and interest."
"If you really need the money urgently, I recommend you find someone."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Who is the master talking about?"
"A woman named Bellatrix, she is the heiress of the Lestrange family."
Listen, dear reader: The distribution rights for that Porter family's quick-smoothing hair product were originally distributed among the holy races.
There were quite a few who obtained such a master, but unfortunately, the demon Voldemort stirred up trouble in the world, and all the holy races suffered calamity.
The dead are dead, the captured are captured, and even the descendants to carry on the family line are few and far between, like the Black family, which is truly desolate and ruined. Only the Malfoy family still has descendants and has not lost its former glory.
Lucius was even more shrewd. Seeing that the Holy Race had no descendants to manage their families, he simply took over the agency shares under their names and took care of them for them.
Lucius recounted the story in detail, then sighed and said:
"The Lestrange family took the second largest share of the agency from your grandfather, after the Malfoy family. Although I've been looking after them for many years, I don't know their vault number or password."
"It's like I've raised a hen that lays golden eggs, but I've never gotten a single one."
"If you can get Miss Bellatrix's permission, or find out the code to the Lestrange family's vault, I think you could get at least fifty or sixty thousand Galleons."
Black turned to Harry and explained, "This woman is also my cousin. She was a Death Eater and later married into the Lestrange family."
He then burst into laughter, "It seems the Lestrange family has all been cursed to death by this jinx."
Harry remained silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "But isn't the Black family now only ruled by my godfather? Who has managed the family business for these past thirteen years?"
"If I remember correctly, the Black family also has a house-elf named Kreacher, right?"
Lucius's eyes flashed with arrogance as he chuckled, "There are differences even among the Holy Race. Not every member of the Holy Race has domesticated elves to serve them."
"Only the oldest and purest bloodlines—like the Malfoys and Blacks—have house-elves serving them generation after generation."
Harry took a sip of his drink, scratched his chin, and said, "So, where is that woman named Bella now?"
Lucius smiled slightly. "Azkaban."
"She was arrested after the Dark Lord fell, but she did not confess and firmly believed that the Dark Lord would make a comeback sooner or later."
At this point, Harry understood perfectly well that Lucius was clearly using him as a tool to fight against other remnants of the Holy Race, so he could sit back and watch the tigers fight.
He then downed the remaining wine in his cup in one gulp and said, "In that case, I'll have no choice but to make a trip to Azkaban."
Blake, a straightforward man, slammed his fist on the table and exclaimed upon hearing this:
"I can take you there; I know Azkaban very well!"
Lucius, who was listening nearby, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his heart finally settled down.
Fortunately, even if he has magical talent, his mind is still that of a thirteen-year-old kid.
Bella would be better off strangling him in Azkaban...
Just as he was secretly pleased, Harry suddenly changed his expression, "I'll collect other people's debts myself. But you owe me a whole penny of your principal, and you won't be shortchanged!"
"You have one day to gather it all. If you're even a fraction of a second late, don't blame me for summoning the Aurora and ransacking your entire manor!"
"I'd like to see just how many shady dealings you're hiding in your household!"
These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over Lucius's head, leaving his old face contorted in a grimace of paleness and embarrassment.
Damn bastard!
What was the point of me smiling and saying all those nice things just now?
He knew that Harry had a keen eye; previously, in the Slytherin common room, he had spotted more than ten dark magical objects with just his sharp eyes.
The few remaining shady dealings in their own home were all enormous; how could they withstand such a search?
He could only suppress his burning anger and force a smile, squeezing out a few words.
"Of course, no problem, we'll do it your way."
At this point, he had long since forgotten about keeping the guests and only hoped to get rid of these two plagues as soon as possible.
He slammed his hand on the table and shouted, "Dobby, bring out the dessert!"
A sharp, high-pitched reply came from the kitchen, just like a rooster crowing at dawn.
Before long, Dobby used magic to drive five plates of cherry pudding that floated in the air.
The pudding trembled like newly formed amber, but Dobby's eyes were only fixed on Harry, his soul already wandering to the heart of the scarred man.
With a muffled thud, Dobby landed headfirst on the sandalwood table leg.
The pudding dish shattered in mid-air with a "crash," turning into a collapsing jade mountain, and cherry juice spilled out, like splashes of rouge tears.
Lucius, who had been harboring a burning anger, was enraged by this scene, which was like a spark thrown into an oil vat, causing it to explode with a bang.
Enraged, he grabbed the snake-headed staff beside him and swung it down at Dobby's head, cursing:
"Idiot! You can't even do this simple thing right, what use are you!"
The cane was raised into the air when Harry suddenly pulled off his black gloves and chopped the cane with a single blow.
With a swift chop, the snake-headed staff snapped in two. The snake venom, as if alive, coursed along the staff, instantly softening the gold and silver-carved ironwood, turning it into a pool of black mud with a hissing sound, much like spring snow meeting the sun.
Lucius was terrified when he saw the bluish-black poison gas shooting up the handle of his staff and straight into his wrist. He hurriedly withdrew his hand.
The cane fell to the ground, etching a hole in the sandalwood floor, from which wisps of black smoke rose, like will-o'-the-wisps.
Harry put his hands down, put on his gloves, and chuckled, "Flowers may bloom again, but youth never returns. This fellow may be clumsy, but he is loyal and reliable, so the master cannot be angry with him."
Hearing this, Dobby felt a surge of warmth in his chest, and two streams of hot tears fell down his cheeks. His heart had already melted into spring water, and he stared at Harry, unable to move for a long time.
Having witnessed the vicious attack, Lucius dared not speak, forcing a smile onto his face.
"Okay, Harry, you're absolutely right."
He then turned and glanced at Dobby, coldly saying, "Clean up the floor and make another one."
Dobby, having received his orders, was about to leave when Harry stopped him with his arm outstretched, laughing loudly:
"The pastries are unnecessary, but my baggage is still empty. The master owes me a debt that has been outstanding for thirteen years, so it wouldn't be unreasonable to ask for some interest today."
Lucius's chest heaved several times, a smile escaping his teeth. "Of course not. If you fancy anything, just take it."
The word "property" was pronounced heavily at the end, as if steel nails were chiseling stone.
Harry burst into laughter upon hearing this, and pointed at Dobby, saying, "Since you're so generous, sir, then give me this servant boy."
"As the master himself just said, he's useless to keep, so I'll do you a favor and accept him."
Listen closely, dear reader: these house-elves are no ordinary family; they are the mark of a noble clan. Just like the heads of the house-elves hanging on the second-floor beam of the old Black mansion, they are all testaments to generations of loyalty.
Dobby, who was kept at Malfoy House, was a servant who had been passed down for generations. If someone were to take him away, it would be like losing half of the family's banner.
Draco couldn't contain himself. If his house-elf wasn't there, how could he show off to others at school?
He mustered his courage and shouted, "Dad! We can't give Dobby to him!"
Lucius's eyes flashed with anger; he was naturally unwilling to comply.
Just as he was glaring angrily, he saw Harry tighten his grip on the hilt of the knife and tilt it slightly. In an instant, Lucius's tie fell off his neck with a sharp sound, the cut as clean as if a knife had cut through plain silk.
Harry laughed again, "I've often heard that when a house-elves change owners, they must receive clothes from their former masters. This brocade tie of yours is perfect for Dobby, thus settling this matter."
Lucius's face darkened, and he didn't answer. He bent down, picked up the broken ribbon from the ground, and threw it to Dobby.
The house-elf caught it with both hands, held it high above his head, tears streaming down his face like broken pearls, and cried out in a trembling voice, "Dobby is free!"
"Harry Potter gave Dobby his freedom!"
He shouted with delight, but Harry ignored him and sheathed the knife with a backhand motion.
He then ransacked the hall, finding over a dozen gold and silver artifacts, which he threw on the ground, flattened, and then wrapped in his outer robe, carrying it on his back. Blake stared in utter disbelief.
Where did he learn all this stuff from?
I've never seen James do this when we were in school.
Harry bowed to Lucius and said, "Thank you for your generous gift, sir. I am now well-fed and full."
"We'll meet again someday!"
After saying this, he and Blake walked away.
Without hesitation, Dobby followed closely behind, barefoot on the broken porcelain.
Once the three had gone far away, Lucius finally exhaled his pent-up anger, slumped in his chair, and drank three cups of wine to calm his rage, his face regaining some color.
Then he said to Narcissa, "Narcissa, go to our vault and count the money, including the interest on that shampoo, and send it all to the Potter family's vault."
Narcissa, still shaken, nodded, but Draco, unable to contain himself, jumped up and roared:
"Dad! He's already trampled the Malfoy family's dignity into the ground, and you still want to listen to him?!"
Lucius gave him a cold, sidelong glance. "Why didn't you say anything when Potter was here?"
Draco's expression froze, and he murmured something, unable to speak.
Lucius sighed. "Let him trample on me if he wants. When the Dark Lord was in power, what dignity did the Malfoy family have?"
Draco was speechless, his Adam's apple bobbing for a long moment before he finally managed to utter, "He... he's not even worthy of being compared to the Dark Lord?"
"Hmph! In my opinion, Potter is even more insane than the Dark Lord! And his methods are far more bizarre!"
"And according to you, at least 80 percent of the students in the school are willing to obey his orders."
After speaking, he raised his hand and touched the broken collar below his neck, feeling a chill run down his spine.
"Remember what I said, Draco, think more."
"The Gaunt family's heritage is Parsleyan, the Selwyn family's heritage is a powerful ancestral wand, the Lestrange family was blessed by a unicorn... but now they are almost all extinct."
"The reason why the Malfoy family has been able to remain prosperous for over a thousand years is because our tradition is to never choose the wrong side."
Poems as proof:
The Twenty-Eight Holy Clans have a long history, and each has its own lineage and ancestral hall.
The Malfoys had no powerful backers, but relied solely on their wisdom to continue their glorious legacy.
After leaving Malfoy Manor, Harry and his group headed for Black's old house.
Behind him followed Dobby, a house-elf, crying and sobbing uncontrollably, like the Thames bursting its banks.
Dobby, clutching Harry's robes, sobbed as he read:
"The famous Savior is willing to pay thousands of gallons in interest for Dobby's freedom."
"How can Dobby repay Mr. Potter's favor?"
Blake found the crying and fussing incredibly irritating, as if a thousand flies were buzzing in his ears.
He reached up and picked at his ear, then leaned close to Harry and whispered, "Harry, can I kick this elf family?"
Harry ignored him and said seriously to Dobby, "Our acquaintance is surely predestined. The other time I risked my life to deliver a message, telling me to be careful when I enroll."
"Today I remove your shackles and restore your freedom; this debt of gratitude is now settled."
To everyone's surprise, Dobby cried even harder after hearing this.
But then he pulled up the old napkin on his chest, and the sound of him blowing his nose was like a gust of wind through a pine forest.
Blake grimaced. "Can't I really kick him?"
Harry waved his hand. "You're free now, so go ahead."
Upon hearing this, Dobby immediately stopped crying, but asked blankly, "But, but where can Dobby go?"
"Dobby has no owner, no home, and doesn't know where to go!"
As he spoke, he raised his fist to punch himself again.
Blake could no longer contain himself and roared:
"Stop yelling!"
"If you don't know where to go, go to number twelve Grimmauld Place!"
"That's Harry's house! You can treat Harry like the master for now!"
Upon hearing this, Dobby's large, glassy eyes welled up with tears as he gazed longingly at Harry.
Seeing his state, Harry took a crumpled gold cup from his bag and tossed it to him, saying:
"Since you have nowhere else to go, you can do some odd jobs for me. This golden cup will serve as your wages. Don't utter any more nonsense about master and servant, or I'll turn my back on you!"
Nadobi accepted the golden cup and wept with joy.
"Harry Potter gave Dobby a job!"
"He's willing to pay Dobby's salary!"
He gave Harry a crooked bow and called out, "Dobby, I'm off to report for duty," and then with a crisp "snap," his figure vanished into the wind.
"This guy is really annoying, even noisier than Kreacher."
Black muttered for a moment, then stretched out his arm. "Come on, Harry, let's go home."
He then used Apparition again, and in the blink of an eye, he was standing in front of Blake's old house.
Before he could even open the door, he heard shouts coming from inside the house. It turned out that Kreacher had secretly taken the old lady's portrait and hung it on the wall again, and was arguing with Dobby.
Enraged, Blake drew his wand, kicked open the door, and roared through gritted teeth, "You little bastard! I'll kill you today!"
As Harry was about to step inside, Salazar, who was in his arms, suddenly spoke:
"Mr. Harry Potter, I find that you seem to have completely disregarded what I said."
"I remember telling you that a thousand years ago, wizards were just experiments and toys for house-elves."
"But now you're actually giving a house-elf freedom?"
"What are you thinking?"
P.S.: I'm out of ideas for today, let me work on the outline again.
(End of this chapter)