Chapter 159: Surprise becomes a drag oil bottle?

I have to say that Phantom Shift is a very wonderful experience. It feels like the whole body is squeezed through a very narrow rubber pipe. The powerful force ushered in all directions squeezes his body. Originally Malfoy’s The choice is flyaway powder or car, but the experience of these two is not necessarily much stronger than the phantom shift. The former will make itself gray, the throat and nasal cavity are full of soot, the latter will consume a lot of At times, a driver with poor skills may have to bump.
　　 is just right, Malfoy just needs to practice this spell again, so he still chooses Phantom Shift.
　　 This is also the maximum distance that Malfoy uses Phantom Shift to move. He has experimented with Phantom Shift for a short distance many times. Taking this opportunity to improve his proficiency is also a good choice.
　　 As for the problem of healds, it is enough to make one mistake. It is not Malfoy’s habit to fall in the same place. Since the wand confiscation incident, he has solved the problem of healds.
After taking a few breaths as much as possible, he calmed his beating heart and some dizzy brain. Malfoy looked around. At the moment, he was standing on a small square with a messy and deserted grass in the center. Most of the houses on the side have tightened the curtains to avoid prying eyes.
　　 is the moment when the sun is shining, the dazzling sunlight passes through the thin clouds, and the old buildings nearby are coated with a layer of gold.
Malfoy walked along the wide and uninhabited street and looked at the surrounding houses. Most of them were dilapidated and neglected to repair. The doors of each house were almost filled with all kinds of garbage. Many doors were still carved in front of them. A lot of strange graffiti.
"It's really desolate." Malfoy looked at the surrounding scenery and sighed. "Where did Dolby go? Didn't he tell him to wait here?" Malfoy frowned, continuing to move forward. While walking, he continued to scan the street with his eyes.
An open light pink umbrella suddenly broke into his eyes. The person under the umbrella was staring down at him. It was a girl Malfoy knew no more. The two looked at each other and the girl was replaced. Grinning expression.
Today Pansy is wearing a light white pleated dress, wearing a light pink dome hemp sun hat, embroidered with a delicate handmade flower, usually in school uniformly worn by women Wizard-style robe, rare encounter with vacation time, Panxi will naturally not give up the opportunity to dress up.
　　 Malfoy looked at the girl who was almost dressed up, and almost immediately guessed that Narcissa had made a ghost, and suddenly realized why she had to force her to stay at home for another day, just to "ventilate."
　　Naxisha was particularly attentive to this matter. It was only in the short days after the holiday that she didn't know how many times she had knocked on the side.
"Oh, it looks like I'm going the wrong way." Malfoy pretended not to see her, and then perfunctoryly looked at the house in front of him, muttered to himself, the volume was just right for Pansy to hear, and then turned around. Go in the opposite direction.
"Draco, where are you going!" Pansy saw Malfoy turning around, and she panicked. She immediately wanted to keep up, but forgot that she was standing on the top of the stone steps, and stepped on the air. , The body lost control of balance, and it was about to fall.
"Ah!" Pansy yelled in a panic and sharp voice. Her left hand was still holding a black suitcase, and her right hand was holding an umbrella. Both hands that could maintain balance were occupied and her face suddenly lost. color.
　　 Just when Pan Xi thought that she would just fall down the stairs, a gentle force suddenly supported her, making her feel at ease, and her feet slowly touched the ground, and then stood firm
　　 "I knew you wouldn't pretend that you didn't see it, Draco." At this moment Pansy had returned to the flat ground, looking innocently at Malfoy with an innocent look.
"I didn't come here for vacation, Pansy." Malfoy also knew that he must no longer be stupid now, and could only say to Pansy in a serious tone, hoping that she could retreat from difficulties, but even Malfoy knew that this was impossible.
　　 This girl sometimes always shows stubbornness that is not suitable for this age.
　　 Sure enough, Pansy's eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist at this time. He looked at Malfoy with poor eyes and said, "I'm running away from home this time, you will definitely take me in, right?"
　　Tears are always a big killer for women, but for Malfoy, he is already immune. He has enough experience to distinguish when to cry and when to cry.
　　 "Is it?" Malfoy looked at Pansy with suspicious eyes, and then suddenly heard the sound of flapping wings flapping behind him, so an owl flew straight towards them both.
　　 "I remember the owls in your family should be of this species." Malfoy glanced at the owl and Pansy, then said.
This is a short eared owl, short stature, not suitable for transporting bulky items, as expected, only a letter was attached to its paw, Malfoy took the letter from the paw, and then stretched out his hand, He flew the owl back to the sky.
"Don't look!" Pansy hurriedly reached out to grab the letter, but Malfoy lifted the letter high, and then opened it, and just read the letter with his head up. The disadvantage of height made her this Goals are difficult to achieve.
　　 "Are you sure you are running away from home?" Malfoy swept the contents of the letter at a glance, and the contents made him cry.
　　 "Reluctantly, why don't you agree if you don't say it's miserable?" Pansy lowered his head, looked at the stone floor under his feet, repeatedly raised his toes and relaxed, doing mechanical repetitive movements.
Malfoy didn't know what to say now, he hoped that this was a letter from Pansy's dad, and urged her to go back quickly. The result was only half right, and the identity was right, but the general meaning stated in the letter was Please take care of Pansy.
　　 "Your dad really feels relieved to me." Malfoy looked at Pansy, and his heart collapsed a little, comparing his heart. If he became a father, it would be absolutely impossible to let this happen.
Later Malfoy didn't have time to continue to think about it, he felt his back heel was hit hard, he turned his head and looked, and found that there was no one behind, until he looked down, he saw Dobby behind him. Shivering trembling, he was still holding an envelope.
"Dobby is late! Please forgive Master Malfoy!", Dobby said nervously, with his big brown eyes and ugly faces, his pair of strange brown eyes showed fear, and the tomato-like nose could not help shrinking. stand up.
　　 But Dobby tried his best to restrain his emotions, and then stretched out his still trembling hand, "This is the letter my wife wants me to give you."
　　Pansi was like seeing a savior, and immediately raised his head again, looking forward to watching Malfoy's next performance.
With a "Hoo!", Malfoy lost his patience to open the letter, ignited it directly, and the whole letter burst into a fireball, then burned out quickly, and a breeze happened to happen. Blow these ashes away.
　　Pansi's face turned pale again, and the rescue she had hoped for was finally sent off.
Before she even wanted to speak, Dobby began to scream: "Master Malfoy burnt his wife's letter, Master Malfoy burned his wife's letter. Dobby was sorry for his wife's entrustment, Dobby was sorry for his wife's entrustment, Dobby has to punish himself!" Then he rammed the steps.
　　 "I order you to stop the act of self-mutilation immediately, Dobby." Malfoy said casually, and then Pansy saw Dobby stopped his charge.
　　 "But Dobby made a mistake." Dobby turned around immediately, and with that big pair of eyes, he looked at Malfoy tearfully.
"It's just because I completely guessed what my mother wrote in the letter, it has nothing to do with you." Malfoy was helpless to this kind of self-mutilating creature, this little elf who was a little bit chasing a free spirit. There is something else to pursue. If it is something else, I dare not think about what will happen later.
　　 "As for you." Malfoy's eyes stopped at Pansy's body at that moment. The gap between the two was like a judge and a prisoner. Pansy was the object waiting to be sent.
　　Looking at Pan Xi's pitiful appearance, even if he knew that Jiucheng was pretending, Malfoy was still disheartened.
　　 had to sigh: "You won."
　　 Sure enough, as soon as he heard that Malfoy had accommodated himself, Pansy's sad expression immediately disappeared, revealing a joyful expression, and a small smile bloomed on his small face.
"But." Malfoy went on to say: "You can't touch things after entering..." Since accepting this reality, Malfoy can only start to tell Pansy what she should pay attention to, watching Pansy's happy smile, At the same time, Malfoy felt a slight fluctuation in his heart: "Maybe this is not bad." Malfoy said to himself.
　　 Then the two climbed up the stone steps again, step by step.
　　 "What's in your luggage?" Malfoy only felt that the black box was very heavy, and asked curiously.
　　 "Eat and use." Pan Xi replied for granted.
Between the two talking, they had reached the top of the steps and came to No.12 Grimmauld Place. In front of this room was a tattered gate. The black paint on it might have peeled off due to time. Full of scratches on the left. The silver door knocker is in the shape of a serpentine coiled. There is no keyhole in the door, and there is no mailbox.
　　 The current Black family's ancestral house has not been cast a protective spell, so it has not been hidden, those spells are only for Muggles.
Malfoy pulled out his wand, tried to knock on the door, and made some dull noises. He was about to use magic to forcibly open, but suddenly heard a loud sound of metal parts colliding and a clatter like a chain, the door responded. And open.
Then Pansy and Malfoy used the light outside to see a house elf standing in front of them. Even though Dobby looked ugly enough, Pansy felt that the house elf in front of him was more than Dobby. It's a hundred times uglier.
Except for a dirty rag around his waist, the house elf was almost naked, his head was bare, and there were a lot of white hairs in his two big bat-like ears, eyes, gray, and fleshy. The nose is big.
　　He looks very old.
　　 "For the first time, I think Dobby is very handsome." Pansy whispered to Malfoy.
　　 Before Malfoy returned to Pansy, Dobby was excited and rolled on the ground, saying: "Dobby was praised! Dobby was praised!"
　　 Malfoy had no time to care about Dobby. He was now carefully looking at the house elf in front of him. There is no doubt that the elf who will appear in the Black Mansion will only be Klitsch.
　　 "Sure enough, there is a guest." Kliche said with his hoarse, low voice like bullfrog, his bloodshot eyes looked straight at the two in front of him.
　　 "It's all noble pure blood." Kreacher's spirit was uplifted, his eyes full of fanatic expressions, and he muttered to himself. "Dear guests, may I have your name?" Kreacher seemed to think of something at this moment. Ricket stood upright and bowed to the two of them, making a standard noble etiquette.
"My last owner is gone, the last heir of the Black family has disappeared, so please bear with the hospitality of a humble domestic elf, please allow me to introduce myself You can call me Klitsch," Klitsch continued, looking sad.
"My name is Draco Malfoy, and my mother is also a member of the Black family, so strictly speaking, I am not a guest." Malfoy came down and tried to talk to Klice at the same height. Looking straight at the house elf.
　　 "Are you Miss Sissy's son!" Klitsch asked tentatively. The pair of already huge eyes swelled again, as if they would bulge out at any time.
　　 "Yes." Malfoy nodded. The house elves are quite sensitive in this respect. They naturally have a set of means to distinguish the so-called lineage. This may also be the instinct engraved in their blood.
"She is the only member of the Black family who is still respected by Kreacher!" Klice said excitedly. "That's the real aristocrat. It's a pity, if she should inherit the Black family, then how good is it, then The former glory of the Black family will surely regain its brilliance under her leadership! Instead of being corrupted by a scum that should be nailed to the column of shame!" Kreacher shouted in an unusually sharp voice. Speaking of the back, the expression became more and more excited.
"Master Black is an annoying, ungrateful indecent, breaking his mother's heart--" Thinking of his former master, Kreacher continued to talk to himself nervously, and Pansy looked at him like he treated a madman. Some flinched and took a few steps back.
　　
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