NOVEL NEXT Chapter 118
Under Yin Yue's emotional intelligence offensive, Narcissa surprisingly felt that her rebellious and family-indifferent brother was not so annoying. She rarely asked him to leave after dinner, but invited him to stay at Malfoy Manor for a few days.
Black had no objection. It would be strange if he had any objection. It was so hard to live under the same roof with Thorne. What objection could he have?
For the next period of time, Sirius spent most of his time at Malfoy Manor and disappeared at night. After all, the son of his other good brother was still suffering in the Muggle world.
However, the solution was also very simple. With the money power of Black's vault, Sirius quietly bought a house next to Harry's aunt's house.
After inviting Harry to watch the Quidditch World Cup, just when Harry thought he was going to return to the suffocating family, he was like a king descending from the sky and took Harry to the new home he had prepared.
The plan worked!
That day.....................
".............Thorne..........Thorne!"
Draco wiped his nose and shook Thorne.
"What's the matter?"
"The Quidditch Cup starts today, we should go, Qiu!" Draco said and sneezed.
"Why did you catch a cold?" Thorne nodded and said with some confusion after washing up.
"How dare you say that? These few days when we slept together... I never covered myself with a quilt. I prepared four quilts. You covered one, sat on one, cushioned your back, and covered your head with one... You can't bully me like this." Draco said with a face full of resentment.
"How about preparing five quilts next time?"
"Get lost!"
Thorne was kicked out of the room by Draco. The two came to the living room. Sirius went to Weasley's house early to drive to pick up Harry and Hermione, while old Malfoy took out a door key.
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Thorne stretched out on the grass, while Draco supported Thorne and bent over as if he was dying.
"How come you're fine?"
"You're gifted."
After checking their tickets, the four of them went straight to the top box. Thorne leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes. Before long, the box became lively. Fudge, Bagman and Crouch were chatting with old Malfoy. Hermione sat next to Thorne and squeezed out Yin Yue who was originally sitting there.
"It's the Quidditch World Cup. This stadium is really big." Hermione sighed.
"Yeah... By the way, where's Harry?" Thorne asked.
"Hmm? What do you want me for?"
Harry walked over from a distance and asked.
"Does your scar hurt?" Thorne asked.
"How do you know it hurts?" Harry was a little surprised.
"...............That's right." Thorne looked at Klaus who was chatting not far away. Klaus saw him, but quickly looked away.
"That's right. It can't be Peter Pettigrew. It can only be Barty Crouch Jr." Yin Yue said.
"Do you think something will happen tonight?" Thorne asked.
"Do you even need to ask? It's guaranteed."
".................... I have something to do." Thorne suddenly stood up, walked towards old Malfoy and patted him on the back.
"What's wrong, Thorne?" Old Malfoy asked doubtfully.
"Uncle, I have something to tell you." Thorne said seriously.
"Excuse me." Old Malfoy apologized to Fudge and the others and followed Thorne out of the box and found a secret room.
[I checked it out on purpose. The Dark Mark only has the function of identification and warning. In addition, Voldemort can use this thing to send signals to the Death Eaters, such as rolling over to my side immediately. It has no tracking and punishment functions.]
"Uncle, has your mark reacted during this period?" Thorne asked.
"How do you know?" Old Malfoy's face suddenly turned pale.
"He should be resurrected."
Old Malfoy nodded.
"What about you? What are you going to do?" Thorne asked.
".................As always, with the reputation of the Malfoy family, he won't do anything to us. And you and Draco, if things don't go well, you should stay in Hogwarts until the two of them decide the winner."
"IfIf Dumbledore wins, everyone will be happy. If he wins, you and your friends will defect. He needs a banner, and you are the best candidate. "Old Malfoy whispered.
"...................Or you two can run away." Thorne said suddenly after a moment of silence.
"What?" Old Malfoy was a little confused.
"Well, your impression of him may still be stuck in more than ten years ago. At that time, although he had become a Horcrux and was not smart, he could at least be considered the main soul, and he still had reason and could see the situation clearly. But now, what is resurrected is his soul fragment, and he can no longer be considered a complete person. In short, he is crazy. I have seen his Horcrux resurrected, so...I think he should not be able to tolerate the double-dealing of sitting on the fence. "
"Either you take your aunt and Draco to become Death Eaters completely, or run away." Thorne explained.
"Horcrux? He still has Horcruxes? "Old Malfoy frowned.
"Hmm, it seems that he doesn't trust you very much. Now one of his Horcruxes has been resurrected, but you don't know it." Thorne said faintly.
"Have you seen his Horcruxes before?" Old Malfoy did not dwell on the question of trust or not, but asked another question.
"Yes, the notebook you gave to Ginny Weasley before is one of his Horcruxes." Thorne said.
"It's over... It's over... It seems that he will not let me go, even if he doesn't say anything, he will never let us live comfortably..."
"Run away." Thorne said.
"Yes! We can't delay any longer. We will leave England, and you and Draco, eggs can't be put in one basket. When the time comes, you two will be together. You two, don't leave Hogwarts! "
Thorne and the dazed old Malfoy returned to the box. The opening ceremony had already ended and the ball game had begun.
The latter sat down next to Narcissa, took a deep breath and whispered: "Tonight, let's go home and prepare."
"Prepare for what?" Narcissa asked in confusion.
"Run away."
"What?"
"He's back."