Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 131 130. Lucius's Considerations and Professional Butler Afu

For Lucius, he was afraid that Harry would let him do nothing bad. If that happened, everyone would know that something was wrong with the Malfoy family, and he might even be seen as having completely surrendered to Dumbledore.

It would be extremely difficult to complete the order Harry gave him under that circumstance. Those who escaped trial that year all had some skills. If they united to target him, even the Malfoy family would find it difficult to hold on.

Just like when he came here, Lucius Apparated with Harry to the Potter's old house in Godric's Hollow, and once again rejected Harry's invitation to come in and sit down - to be honest, in Lucius's eyes, the Potter's old house was now no different from a magic cave.

Well...and the fact that a Malfoy entered the Potter mansion was extremely strange no matter how you thought about it, so strange that Lucius felt uncomfortable just by imagining that scene for a moment.

It was not until he returned to Malfoy Manor and sat back in his favorite recliner that Lucius let out a long breath and relaxed completely.

Even for him, what he learned today was a little too magical... Well, it should be said that he was exhausted.

Thinking back to the way the boy, who was not even as tall as his chest, politely said goodbye to him as uncle when they parted just now - Lucius found it more and more incredible.

Uncle, ha! Who would have taken this relationship seriously a month ago?
To be honest, Lucius was not the only one who had this feeling. Even Harry himself sometimes felt it was very strange, especially when Lucius half-knelt in front of him with a respectful look on his face and called him "Sir".

It's not like Harry didn't try to pull Lucius up and tell him not to do that, but how could Lucius, who was already extremely skilled in saving his own life, agree? At that time, he would rather die than obey... he was full of loyalty.

So Harry didn't care. After they got to know each other, he continued to call him uncle, and Lucius continued to call him sir when no one was around - all good things.

After drinking a cup of hot tea and eating a piece of chocolate, Lucius closed his eyes and rested for a while. Only then did he feel that he had finally gotten rid of the shadow that Azkaban had brought to him...especially the look that Bellatrix gave him at the last moment. Every time he recalled it, Lucius felt his whole body goosebumps.

Horrible, crazy... that crazy woman...

Although Bellatrix was the sister of his wife Narcissa, Lucius thought that Bella had already gone mad - and after being imprisoned in Azkaban for so many years, even the little warmth left in Bella's heart might have been completely worn away and distorted.

To be honest, Lucius felt that Bella wouldn't even hesitate to kill him now.

Then he thought of the task Harry had given him. In fact, Lucius's surprise in front of Harry about the news that Voldemort was still alive was pretended. For a Death Eater like him, it was no secret that Voldemort was still alive and doing better and better.

The evidence was the Dark Mark on their arms, a giant python emerging from the mouth of a skull, like a tongue - this mark had become extremely dim since the day Voldemort disappeared twelve years ago, but it still existed.

The most important thing is that the later the time goes, the clearer and deeper the mark becomes, which also means that Voldemort's condition is gradually getting better and he is returning.

That was why Lucius was not surprised by what Harry said about Voldemort not being dead - well, he was actually surprised by the fact that Voldemort had split his soul into many pieces to remain alive.

Soul fragment - Merlin's pants. Even for the Dark Lord, this is a little too evil and crazy.

As an ancient wizarding family, and the most traditional and darkest of all wizarding families, the Malfoy family naturally has a collection of many rare books that cannot be seen outside, and a large part of them are books on dark magic.

But these books are for collection, to show the heritage of the ancient family, not for the heirs of the Malfoy family to learn - every ancient wizard family knows to be cautious when facing the dark magic, because this kind of magic can distort people's minds and even bodies.

For these noble wizards, they don't want to become half-human, half-ghost. After all, they are not short of money, and there are plenty of good things in life to enjoy. Wouldn't it be a suffering if they can't enjoy those things because of black magic?

Lucius had grown up listening to his father's teachings, and he had always followed them, intending to pass them on to his son - but now, Lucius felt that he might have to look through those creepy old books.

Soul... Soul fragments...

Lucius thought of the task Harry had given him, to gather manpower and attract Voldemort's soul fragments to him, and to find things that might carry Voldemort's soul fragments - to be honest, Lucius did think of something.

In the secret vault of the Malfoy family's manor, there were indeed some things that Voldemort had once bestowed upon them, but to be honest, Lucius didn't think that Voldemort would give him a piece of his soul - for the same reason, Malfoy was famous for his double-dealing.

Lucius didn't think that Voldemort would trust him much. To be honest, the word trust was a bit funny when applied to the Malfoy family. Everyone knew that the people in this family could not be trusted. They only submitted to power and would side with whoever was stronger or whoever would win.

Giving his soul fragment to Malfoy...was he waiting to be handed over to Dumbledore?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!
As he thought this, Lucius strongly denied his own wild thoughts.

I originally thought that I would have to side with Dumbledore and completely cut off contact with my former "friends", but I didn't expect that the adult would assign me another task like this.

It has to be done, but when it comes to doing it, I don’t know where to start, I have no idea... Forget it, let’s just look at Weasley nearby first.

When he thought of Arthur Weasley and his men rummaging around in his own manor without restraint, and the smug look on that red-haired guy's face as he proudly stole many valuable things from his house, and even the humiliation of forcing him to sell some good things to Borgin and Burke at a low price - Lucius felt like his lungs were about to explode.

It hurts and I feel so angry.

Lucius gnashed his teeth in his own study, determined to teach Weasley a lesson - as long as it didn't violate the adult's ban.

Lucius had a hard time falling asleep tonight.

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Harry slept until dawn again. He had a very happy time during this period. After all, he had no worries and nothing could bother him.

Well, if the overly enthusiastic invitation is not a problem.

The invitation came from Ron. I don't know what Ron said at home, but from the content of the letter, Harry felt that Mrs. Weasley was really a bit... heartbroken.

Knock knock knock. Just as Harry was thinking, an owl knocked on the glass window and was then let in by Alfred. After putting a newspaper on the coffee table, it was so professional that it flew out of the Potter's house without even eating a nut.

It was a Daily Prophet mail owl, and considering that the Daily Prophet - well, Harry had to admit that perhaps Mrs. Weasley's outburst of love might not have been due to anything Ron had said, but to the articles in the newspaper.

Harry couldn't bear to see what Rita said in the newspaper all day long. She just said things casually and said a lot of things that didn't exist at all. But because she had previously established herself as a reporter who dared to tell the truth, many people believed what she wrote.

The sport of Quidditch does have a certain degree of influence in the wizarding community, and taking advantage of the aftermath of Harry's first game, Rita has written a lot of articles in the past few days. By the way, she has also gained more mother fans like Mrs. Weasley for Harry.

And those who had slandered Harry before the game, perhaps out of guilt? In short, Harry also received many apology letters. After Harry proved his strength, these people even turned around and became his supporters, and they were quite firm.

"Another gift! Master Harry," Alfred whispered at the dining table. As Harry's butler, he needed to screen the letters arriving at the Potter's house to ensure that Harry would not be harmed by letters from strangers. Well, this screening screened out not only dangerous cursed items, but half a month ago, Alfred also found a trigger-type dung bomb from it, which would smear the faces of those who opened it without warning - the kind with pure malice, and even added black pigment, which was difficult to wash off.

In short, after dealing with the malicious prank trap, from that day on, Ah Fu regarded the matter of checking the letters entering the Potter's house as the most urgent one and took it extremely seriously.

"What is it?" asked Harry.

"Chocolate Frogs, there's a whole box of them," said Ah Fu after he put the lid back on.

"Then put it away for now," Harry said helplessly, "I think those candies are enough for me to eat until I graduate from Hogwarts."

"More than that, Master Harry," Ah Fu said happily, "I think it will be enough to last until the young master is born. After all, Master Harry is so popular, there must be people who keep sending him gifts, and the young master will definitely be able to eat them!"

Young master - when Harry heard this word, the hand holding the spoon suddenly trembled. To be honest, the impact of this word on him was somewhat too great. After all, he had never thought about this problem.

Ah Fu was thinking too far ahead.

Even if the days in the world of Azeroth are counted, Harry is just a young man in his thirties. At his age, the most essential stage of a person's life, Harry's golden years have just begun.

Well, if you take into account what Harry has been through... then his golden years may have already begun.

——But no matter what, Harry never considered the issue of children.

"...Ahem, Alfred, don't mention the children," Harry said with a complicated expression, "Anyway, keep all these gifts. Can you put them down?"

Harry has converted the baby room in Potter's old house into a gift storage room. If he goes in now, he will find that the deepest part inside is already filled to the brim.

"Of course!" Ah Fu answered straightforwardly, "Although I don't know why Master Harry doesn't like Ah Fu talking about children, but it doesn't matter. Master Harry is still young anyway!"

"Yeah, I'm still young." Harry's expression became more complicated. "I'm only twelve years old..."

After his body regained its youth, Harry always felt that his mind was also affected to a certain extent, becoming more...younger. This kind of youth does not mean that the whole mind has become childish or something, but that he is more motivated, more energetic and active, and of course more impulsive, and his mentality has become young enough.

In the world of Azeroth, people have no time to take care of things because of the endless dangers and various complicated reasons, but in this world, there are no such dangers, nor are there any insurmountable gaps - the only thing missing is the object that needs to be crossed.

But what if I can never return to Azeroth?

Ten years, twenty years, thirty years, forty years... What if I can never return to that land?
So did he -

"Harry Master? Harry Master!"

Because of Alfu's unintentional words, Harry couldn't help but fall into deep thought until he was awakened by Alfu's voice.

"So Master Harry will never come back to the Potter Mansion after he goes out this time?" Alfu asked with wide eyes.

"The current plan is this," Harry said after drinking the cream of mushroom soup in front of him. "According to Ron, Mrs. Weasley is very worried about me living alone in the Potter mansion, so if nothing unexpected happens, I will probably stay at Ron's house until school starts."

"Hmm... maybe we'll go to Neville's house on the way? I'm not sure." Harry thought for a moment and said, "Anyway, Hermione will be there in the end. We've agreed to go to King's Cross Station together and take the Hogwarts Express to school."

"Perfect plan, Master Harry," Alfred exclaimed, "Will you take me with you?"

"Yes, after all, I have to carry my box with me all the time, and it needs your care." Harry sighed and said, "Now I finally understand why Newt has to carry his box with him wherever he goes - it's really uncomfortable to let this thing out of his sight."

"That makes perfect sense, Master Harry," Alfred said with a strange smile, "After all, it contains all your belongings, and it may be the biggest secret of the Potter family at present."

A dragon, a dragon that would send Harry to Azkaban and sit alongside his godfather if he was discovered.

"So I have to tie it tightly in my hand," Harry joked.

"Okay, Master Harry, then Ah Fu will hold it well from below." Ah Fu also laughed.

Then the conscientious butler began to mutter about how to deal with the Potter mansion in the next long period of time. After all, Harry would be away for more than one or two months. He would have to stay in Hogwarts until the next vacation.

Therefore, Alfred had to ensure that when Harry and himself left the Potter's house, this magical house would not breed those hateful magical pests or other strange things.

Seeing Ah Fu walking back and forth and muttering his next plan, Harry couldn't help but chuckle - compared to the ragged, nervous and inarticulate appearance when they first met, Ah Fu now has more of the feeling of a professional butler.

It can be seen that Alfu has carefully read the books that Harry brought him, and absorbed the knowledge he needs from them, and he enjoys doing it.

After breakfast, Harry was dressed and ready to go. He didn't have any specific luggage to pack, as his real home in the suitcase world had everything. Alfred also sorted out everything in the Potter mansion during this time.

He was really a very, very capable butler. To be honest, Harry always felt that he was making a fortune by hiring such a loyal, dedicated and capable butler at a monthly salary of eleven Galleons.

——I’m afraid that even the nobles in the human kingdom, or King Varian’s royal butler, cannot achieve the level of Ah Fu.

At the appointed time, Harry walked out of the Potter's house carrying his suitcase. He had not yet decided to plant anything, so the garden in front of the door was a little bare, but it was not a big problem.

"Do you really not need me to Apparate to take you there, Master Harry?" Alfu asked in a low voice.

"No need. Judging from what Ron said in the letter, I guess he probably got some big toy and wanted to show it off to me, so he had to come and pick me up." Harry looked around for any unusual signs. "Eight o'clock, right? The time has come. Pay attention. He—huh?"

Drip!

The sudden noise startled everyone, and Harry stopped talking abruptly. He looked at the air in front of him, just outside the garden of Potter's old house. The air there seemed to have a hole in it, revealing a window.

It seemed that the car's window was rolled down? Harry saw some structures and decorations that could only be found inside a car. A red-haired boy was waving at him happily from the rolled-down window, while another red-haired boy had one hand on the steering wheel and kept waving his other hand, with a smile on his face as if he had succeeded in a prank.

(End of this chapter)