Malfoy Manor

In the afternoon, Harry went to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions and bought an outfit suitable for the evening party.

Pabbie had originally wanted to go with him and help him pick out clothes, but considering his current disheveled appearance, she gave up the idea.

Around four o'clock, Harry prepared to set off for the Malfoy Manor.

As they were leaving, Pabbie suddenly grabbed Harry's clothes with a yelp.

"You must come back soon."

"Don't worry." Harry patted Pabbie's head. "Even though you're Unicorn and don't need... well... it's still better to eat less so you don't have indigestion."

"I know, Dad!" Pabbie grumbled and shook her head. "You really are just like my dad, just as annoying."

Harry shook his head, both amused and exasperated. He waved to Pabbie, walked out the door, Apparition away.

After Harry left, Pabbie's body suddenly flashed with a pale white light.

The beautiful girl in the Hufflepuff school uniform appeared in the same spot once again.

"Fool..." she murmured, "How could Unicorn be..."

Yes, but I'm a ghost...

She looked sadly at the food laid out on the entire bed in front of her.

Thank you, Harry...

But I can't taste them...

As early as when Dobby returned to the Malfoy Manor to report to Lucius, Lucius ordered all the House Elf in the manor to get to work and prepare for the dinner party.

Even though Harry is a first-year student, Lucius intends to take him seriously.

This had nothing to do with anything else, because Harry pointed out the Dark Mark on Draco's arm.

He didn't take Draco's words to heart.

The Harry Potter from a hundred years ago?

Lucius had no doubt that his silly son had been fooled.

However, etiquette must be observed. At 4:30, he, along with his wife Narcissa and son Draco, stood at the manor gate to await Harry's arrival.

"Dad, will Potter be here a little longer...?"

Before Draco could finish speaking, a hissing sound of air popping came from the air.

The air not far in front of them suddenly began to swirl, and then Harry appeared in front of the family of three.

Lucius's pupils contracted when he saw Harry Apparition to the entrance of the Malfoy Manor.

Is this what they call twelve years old?

As is well known, the Apparition Charms students to be at least seventeen years old and to undergo complex training before they can use it.

Even a significant number of wizards are unable to Apparition, and the problem of Splinching is very likely to occur.

But this Harry in front of me—

You know, he was at the Leaky Cauldron! The Leaky Cauldron in London!

Malfoy Manor is located in Wiltshire, which is more than 100 kilometers away from London!

Such a long-distance Apparition requires not only extremely high skill, but also a surge of magical power to support it.

Of course, being a fence-sitter, Lucius smoothly accepted the fact that Harry was such a genius.

He did come to understand that the Savior should indeed be somewhat special.

"You must be Mr. Harry Potter?" Lucius thought, stepping forward and extending his hand. "Lucius, Lucius Malfoy, it's an honor."

"Hello, Mr. Malfoy." Harry shook Lucius's hand and gave Narcissa a Gentleman's Bow. "Hello, Mrs. Malfoy."

"Hello, Mr. Potter," Narcissa replied.

"Draco, we meet again." Harry smiled at Draco again.

Draco looked anxious; he desperately wanted Harry to self-destruct.

"Potter... Harry." Draco perfectly inherited his father's smooth manner, and his address became intimate as he followed suit.

Before he could finish speaking, he was stopped by a warning look from his father.

"Mr. Potter, please come in." Lucius gestured for Harry to enter.

Harry looked up and surveyed Malfoy Manor.

The manor is a dignified lord's residence, surrounded by meticulously designed gardens with several fountains and white peacocks roaming freely.

It seems that the manor has not changed much in the past hundred years, and has even had some decorations added, without disgracing the Malfoy family name.

Stepping into the mansion, the luxurious decorations are vastly different from those of a century ago. The opulent furniture, marble fireplaces, gilded mirrors, and carpeted floors all showcase the Malfoy family's grandeur and wealth.

Harry gave Lucius an approving look; this Mr. Malfoy... didn't seem to be a complete fool after all.

It seems they have quite a knack for making money.

Feeling Harry's gaze, Lucius was somewhat confused.

He felt something was off. Harry's gaze just now... wasn't one of disdain or anything like that, but it made him feel incredibly awkward.

In fact, it sounds more like praise, the kind of praise an elder gives to a younger person.

Lucius shook his head, trying to banish the strange feeling from his mind.

He planned to have a meal first.

The dinner was French cuisine, a tradition of the Malfoy family — Harry had visited the Malfoy family a century ago, and Mr. Malfoy. Septimus Malfoy had served him French food.

Since it was a small, private dinner, the Malfoy family's long table wasn't extended. Guided by the House Elf, Harry sat to Lucius's right.

This is the custom at Britain dinner parties. Generally speaking, the first guest of honor sits to the right of the host, which makes it easier for the two to talk. The first guest of honor's wife sits to the right of the hostess.

Of course, if the guests are being hosted by the hostess, the first guest of honor should sit next to her.

Harry didn't bring a female companion; in fact, he couldn't even if he wanted to.

First of all, Veratia is a portrait.

Secondly, Pabbie is Unicorn.

Finally... if we choose Cassandra, she should be the matriarch here, the true mistress of the house.

This damn seniority system...

Lucius struck the perfect balance, neither overly warm nor distant.

Harry enjoyed this feeling too. To be honest, he didn't really like people who were too overly familiar. Lucius's ability to maintain a proper distance made him quite happy.

The topics of conversation were nothing more than things at Hogwarts and Gryffindor. In addition, he also subtly inquired about the duel with Miss Farley.

Harry's answer was impeccable, unlike what one would expect from a first-grader.

His mannerisms and speech were trained by Cassandra.

When Harry had nowhere to go during the summer holidays, Cassandra would always summon him to the Malfoy family under the guise of being his "sidekick," and then Septimus Malfoy would take him to various occasions.

Even a fool would have learned it after watching for so long.

After dessert was served, the conversation naturally got back on track.

"Mr. Potter, I want to thank you again for your help to Draco," Lucius said. "As a father, I don't want to see my child go astray."

"You're too kind, Mr. Malfoy." Harry nodded slightly. "It was nothing at all."

Lucius was silent for a moment, and just as he was about to speak, Narcissa spoke up impatiently.

"Mr. Potter, is there any way you can save my child?" Narcissa pleaded anxiously. "He's my only son, and I don't want him to be branded as a member of any particular group..."

"This is a very profound Dark Magic Curse, Mrs. Malfoy," Harry sighed.

"I know, I know—" Narcissa took a breath, "But my Little Dragon ... Mr. Potter, if you can save him, the Malfoy family will pay any price!"

Before Harry could say anything, Lucius sighed softly.

"Cissy's words also represent my meaning," Lucius said.

Although his wife's sudden remarks put him in a passive position.

But he was willing to stand with his wife.

It's not just for Little Dragon, but also for the couple to weather the storm together.

Harry was slightly moved; Narcissa's love for Draco reminded him of his own mother.

He could tell that Mrs. Malfoy in front of him loved her children no less than his own mother.

The most precious thing in this world is empathy.

He had originally intended to use this as a bargaining chip to gain Lucius's support for the school board member nominee.

But the mother in front of him made him unable to do it.

"I happen to have seen a way to break this curse in the Hogwarts library," Harry said. "Given that the curse wasn't planted too late, I can still try to get rid of it."

Narcissa's face lit up with surprise upon hearing Harry's words.

"Thank you, thank you, Mr. Potter," she said.

"Draco, hold out your hand." Harry took out his wand—not the Holly Wood.

"Can... can it work?" Draco swallowed hard.

Actually, he was willing to believe Harry, because he was convinced that Harry was the legendary wizard from a hundred years ago.

But now he's worried that if the mark really can't be removed, what should he do then?

"Don't worry." Harry smiled gently and tapped the Dark Mark with his wand.

Just then, Draco's arm suddenly began to sting violently.

Not only Draco, but Lucius's arm also reacted.

Lucius's pupils contracted.

If he was 60% certain before, he is now 100% certain that the Dark Mark was planted by Voldemort.

He gritted his teeth inwardly, but remained outwardly calm.

"It hurts a little," Draco said through gritted teeth.

"It's normal for it to hurt. Who told you to plant this thing?" Harry rolled his eyes, covered the tip of his wand with Ancient Magic, and pointed it at the snake's head.

The snake's head suddenly opened its mouth and bit Harry's wand.

Harry pulled, and the whole snake was pulled off his arm.

He then did the same thing again, dotting the skull once more, and the skull was pulled out in the same way.

Narcissa grabbed Draco's arm and examined it closely, finding that his skin was as smooth as ever, with no trace of the Dark Mark remaining.

The Dark Mark was exposed to the air, its face contorted as if it were about to make another move.

As a result Harry unleashed a bright green Charms that completely dispelled the shadow of the Dark Mark.

"What... what is that?" Lucius swallowed hard.

this...

A green Charms?!

Silent Spell, requiring no emotional preparation, can...

Merlin's pants...

"Oh, Mr. Malfoy, don't worry." Harry placed his wand in front of Lucius. "Why don't you try a Flashback Charm?"

Lucius took a deep breath, pulled his wand from his pocket, and touched the tip of Harry's wand.

"Fluorescent... Lumos?!" He was somewhat surprised.

"Yes, the Dark Mark is theoretically a shadow that can be dispelled with light after being torn off the arm," Harry said with a chuckle.

He did it on purpose, just to see Lucius's reaction.

Hmm... not bad, finally we see another expression on his face.

As Death Eater, Lucius had certainly used the Avada Kedavra.

But the problem is, the Harry in front of us is a first-year student!

Whose first-grader can unleash a silent Avada right off the bat? That's what shocked him just now.

The reason why the Unforgivable Curse is unforgivable is not because it can control people's emotions.

Charms requires a strong emotional release, and overuse can indeed make people disregard life—but the problem is that it is far from being 'unforgivable'.

The "unforgivable" aspect of the Unforgivable Curse lies in the intense emotion required for the Charms to be cast.

Just like the concept of "subjective intent" in criminal law, if you kill someone by hitting them with a Confringo, you can say it's accidental injury—but if you release an Avada Kedavra, I'd like to see how you explain it.

You cannot successfully cast the Killing Curse if you don't want to kill someone.

"Phew." Harry breathed a sigh of relief and said to Lucius, "Thank goodness we made it in time. If it had been two months later, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to help."

Upon hearing this, Lucius instinctively pressed his left arm.

well.

Never mind, as long as Little Dragon gets out of control, that's fine.

He smiled at Harry and said, "Thank you, Mr. Potter. You are a benefactor to the Malfoy family!"

"Yes, Mr. Potter," Narcissa nodded, "If it weren't for Mr. Potter's help, Little Dragon probably would have..."

"It's nothing," Harry with a polite smile.

Draco tapped the table, a slick smile spreading across his face.

"See, Dad, Mom, I told you Harry was that legendary wizard from a hundred years ago— Harry Potter, and you didn't believe me! If you ask me, only a legendary wizard like him could remove the curse mark on my arm..."

"Draco!" Lucius snapped, then looked at Harry. "I'm sorry, Mr. Potter, Draco... he's still a child, and his thinking is a bit unpredictable."

Harry glanced at Draco, genuinely surprised that the kid had believed him so readily.

However, he didn't care, since with the Philosopher's Stone's enhancement, he wasn't afraid of ordinary wizards at all.

"However..." Lucius continued, "Even Dumbledore or the Dark Lord didn't possess such power at your age—could it be, as Draco said, that you are the one from a hundred years ago...?"