I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Was he ready to give up on Malfoy?

Is he going to kill me?

All sorts of random thoughts buzzed around Narcissa like harassing horseflies.

John snapped his fingers, and Narcissa's chaotic thoughts calmed down.

She stared at John and asked, "J-Why do you want to contact Draco? Lucius has already done something for you."

"Contact Draco?" John laughed. "You should understand the whole story."

"I'm not in contact with Draco because he's Lucius' son, but I'm giving him a chance because Lucius is Draco's father."

John stroked the ring with an indifferent expression.

Narcissa took a deep breath and asked seriously, "I just have one question. What is Draco to you?"

She was very scared. Did the other party want to use her son to threaten the Malfoy family?

"Friends." John knew what she was thinking and said seriously, "He and I are friends. We are friends that are willing to sacrifice everything for each other."

Narcissa breathed a sigh of relief. Although she didn't have Legilimency, she could see that John was serious about what he said.

Thinking of her son's changes over the years, Narcissa expressed her gratitude sincerely: "Thank you, Draco, for having a friend like you."

"No need to thank me, friends are friends." John shook his head and said, "I asked you out this time because I have something to ask you."

"Can I ask you a question first?" Narcissa didn't dare to be as arrogant as before. She asked carefully, "Why are you so honest with me?"

John said, "Because I think you need a sense of security right now."

"Safety?" Narcissa asked.

John looked at her and said, "The Malfoys are on the brink of danger. This is me expressing my trust in the Malfoys."

Narcissa's expression was moved, and she said in a serious tone, "Thank you again."

"Let's get back to the point," John tapped the table with his fingers, and the spilled coffee disappeared. He said, "About your family, Black."

"Black?" Narcissa was stunned. "I have been away from that place for many years."

"I want to know information about the descendants of the Black family, your brothers and sisters."

“That’s very important to me,” John said.

He wanted to know who brought the Horcrux into the Black mansion.

"Well, I don't know where to start," Narcissa recalled a little, "There were two sons and three daughters in the Black generation."

"The eldest daughter, Bellatrix Black, she married Rodolphus Lestrange and became a Death Eater."

"The second daughter, Andromeda Black, married a Muggle wizard and was removed from the family tree."

"The third daughter, that is, me, Narcissa Black, marries Lucius."

"Black was a pure-blood, which disgusted my cousin, Sirius Black, who ran away from home and was eventually cut off from the family tree by his mother."

"The Black family is basically all Slytherins, and only Sirius Black is a Gryffindor, which is even more annoying."

Speaking of this matter, Narcissa did not hide her disgust.

John shrugged. This was like a Slytherin appearing in a Weasley family. These two families were just naturally incompatible.

When Narcissa mentioned the last person, sadness appeared in her eyes, which was completely different from when she mentioned Sirius just now.

"Regulus Black, the most favored child among the Blacks. He has always been our pride. Every choice he made has been liked by everyone. He is a Slytherin and joined the Death Eaters at the age of 16. He follows the glory of the Dark Lord. His parents are proud of him."

"He is different from us, I know." Narcissa's eyes were red, she really liked this cousin.

"He is very good to Kreacher and has a strong sense of family responsibility. He joined the Death Eaters because of this."

"Until one day, he died. No one knew how he died, and his mother became crazy because of it."

Speaking of this, Narcissa choked up a little, "He was such a good child. I was very scared. I was afraid that Draco would die unclearly like him."

She spoke out the knot in her heart that had always been in her heart: her once beloved brother died inexplicably at the hands of the Dark Lord.

They couldn't even see Regulus Black's body, and they knew nothing.

"From that day on, everything changed." Narcissa stared at the boy's black hair in front of her, as if she saw her younger brother. "Two years later, Voldemort fell."

John was silent about death.

"Is it possible that Regulus brought back something, or Bellatrix?" John wanted to know what the Horcrux was.

Narcissa shook her head and said, "I don't know. Bellatrix was imprisoned in Azkaban. She followed the Dark Lord before and basically never went back. Only Regulus was there during that time."

"Regarding Regulus, I think you need to ask Kreacher. He knows more than me."

"Kreacher is the Black house-elf."

"Thank you for your help." John stood up.

Narcissa stood up and shook his hand.

After saying goodbye to Narcissa, John felt that he could basically focus on two people.

...

Chapter 283 Prefects and Friends

After sitting there thinking for a while, John got up and picked up The Tales of Beedle the Bard.

"Maybe I can try another approach..." he muttered to himself.

His eyes fell on the gardener who was planting flowers next to the garden. John walked over and said, "Very beautiful flowers."

“No matter how beautiful the flowers are, they are just covering up the rotting corpses in the soil.” The gardener said lifelessly.

"To have bright flowers bloom on the rotten and smelly soil," John chuckled, "perhaps this is the meaning of sacrifice."

The gardener paused, was silent for a moment and said, "Maybe it's right."

"Do you mind if I take one?" John asked.

The gardener said nothing, John walked across the garden and picked a rose.

With a slight nod to the gardener, John walked away along the path.

The gardener stood there with a shovel in one hand and his other hand was an empty sleeve. He looked up to reveal his pale face.

Barty Crouch Jr.

...

When John returned home, he saw that the number of people outside his house had dropped from dozens at the beginning to only three people now.

One of them was the tall man I met last time.

When they saw John coming back, they respectfully called him "Master".

Walking into the house, the couple was discussing whether to buy a new house.

"You're living well, why leave?"

John looked confused and Watson rubbed his hands embarrassedly.

Mrs. Wick said, "I have no place to put the wizard chess you sent me."

It turned out to be this reason.

John looked at his father and knew what his father was thinking.

Hua Sheng said confidently: "Why not just buy it and not use it? It cost a lot of money!"

"I don't think it would cost more than a house big enough to hold a set of wizard chess."

Glancing at his father with disdain, John actually had no requirements for where to live.

More importantly, John has cast a lot of magic in this house. If he moves to another house, he will need to rearrange it, which is very troublesome.

In front of his father, John shrank down the golden wizard chess pieces that were as tall as a person.

The old man cried miserably and held the king tightly, refusing to let go.

The golden king also hugged Watson.

In the wizard chess, the king is the most special one. He adopts the appearance of Watson and can even walk off the chessboard and move around.

"Wife, look at him." Watson went to Mrs. Wick to complain.

Mrs. Wick felt a little bit in the way, and then you could see Mrs. Golden Wick coming down.

The golden king, who had refused to let go just now, immediately let go and was taken away obediently by the golden queen.

Watson was isolated and helpless, and he wanted to cry but had no tears, so he said, "At least leave one for me."

The chess pieces were shrunk one by one and put into the chess box. John thought for a moment, then took out the golden king and the silver king and threw them to the ground.

The two kings, one gold and one silver, landed on the ground and turned back into human beings, standing at the door.

Watson finally felt better and ran over to look at his handsome face.

Watson collected the remaining chess pieces as if they were treasures. Judging from his posture, he seemed to want to throw the chess pieces down to see if they would become bigger.

But it wasn't long before it was taken away by Mrs. Wick.

Back in the attic, John sees Basil fly in.

As a messenger, Basil has been lacking exercise recently.

Tom was chasing his tail and when he saw Basil he ran over to chase her, but was flapped by Basil's wings and became dizzy.

John opened the letter that Basil brought back and glanced at it. It was a notice for the start of school and a list of books.

"It looks like Oz Hild has passed."

He glanced at the Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook, "Dark Arts, Defense, A Guide", which is the textbook for Auror training.

Putting the letter down, John's badge vibrated slightly.

I tapped the badge and saw that someone was sending a message, or it was a group chat.

Draco Malfoy: "I'm a Prefect!"

Daphne Greengrass: "How could it be you!"

Draco Malfoy: "?"

Daphne Greengrass: "What about John? How come he's not John?"

Draco Malfoy: "You too?"

Daphne Greengrass: "Shut up!"

Cedric Diggory: "Draco is the Slytherin prefect? ​​I thought it was definitely John, after all, Draco's popularity is not that suitable."

Draco Malfoy: "Hey, Cedric, be respectful to your prefects."

Cedric Diggory: "Sorry, I'm the Guild Master."

Draco Malfoy: "?"

Percy Weasley: "I miss you. I used to be the headmaster."

Draco Malfoy: "..."

Fleur Delacour: "Come on, I'm just a prefect. I'm still a Beauxbatons Champion."

Neville Longbottom: "I wonder who the Gryffindor prefects are."

Draco Malfoy: "Tch, it's not you anyway."

The group chat atmosphere became lively as everyone was busy during the holidays.

John smiled. It seemed that Malfoy was not affected by Voldemort.

Fleur Delacour: "I found a job at Silverhand Angel Investment. There is a drawer of letters every day. It's so much that it gives me a headache."

Percy Weasley: "There are always little problems coming to the office that keep me running around."

Neville Longbottom: "Many relatives came to my house. They were all celebrating the awakening of my parents. My grandmother was very happy."

Daphne Greengrass: "Astoria seems to be in a relationship with someone recently. Owls keep flying into her room."