Chapter 781 Draco: I'm Not Bald!

We talked until noon, almost lunch time.

"Mr. Kohaug, that's it for today."

Loren interrupted the conversation and said goodbye: "If you have any other doubts or questions, please feel free to write to me."

"..."

Kohaug nodded, his expression still a little dazed, and he seemed to be still immersed in the conversation just now. It took him half a minute to recover from the shock, and said with a wry smile: "Loren, you are really..."

He didn't say anything else, shook his head and sighed: "I have to admit that this plan is completely beyond my imagination. I can't agree to you right away, but I will think about it carefully when I go back and give it to you before the International Wizards Conference is held. reply."

"Looking forward to your good news."

The two agreed to meet again next year, and Kohaug opened the window, waved his wand, got out of the speeding train, and disappeared into the vast snow.

No matter how you look at it, that back figure looks like you are running away.

Loren looked away and couldn't help but smile.

It was lunch time when I returned to the original compartment, and the witch pushing a trolley happened to pass by. Nearly half of the snacks and pastries on the trolley had been sold. The most popular ones were hot drinks such as pumpkin juice and butter beer, and ice cream. I don’t know what the classmates at Hogwarts think about the same kind of white gas.

I stopped the cart and picked out some snacks and candies. I only had ten silver coins in my pocket, which was even slightly lower than the market price.

It seems that the school train has not yet been affected by modern business thinking. This kind of monopoly sales stall will increase the price three or four times, hawking back and forth, and then reduce the price or sell it at the original price when it is about to arrive at the station. The profits are directly enviable to those in Hogsmeade.

Hermione was a little silent in the booth. She looked at the only two snacks in front of her and the candies piled high next to her. She couldn't help but ask Loren: "Don't you just want pumpkin juice and chocolate frogs?" ”

"Didn't we just meet him by chance when we came back?"

"You-well..."

Loren peeled a nut and stuffed it in the girl's mouth. Watching the moment, after she swallowed the nut, he added a piece of hazelnut chocolate to stuff the words she muttered back into her stomach.

Hermione tilted her head and face several times but failed to avoid it. She glared at him with her beautiful eyes and could only give up pursuing the snacks for the time being. Her voice was unclear: "Has Mr. Kohaug left?"

"He jumped out of the car and ran away. He is still very agile despite his age."

"..."

Hermione frowned and began to cross-examine: "It sounds like he left in a hurry. He shouldn't have. What did you talk about? Was it something important?"

"The promotion of new space installations is not that important for the time being."

Loren replied sincerely.

According to his rough plan, the new space device is only a preliminary design, and the subsequent improvement and adaptation work is still tedious and lengthy. When all the designs are complete and can be put into production, that is when the pure-blood families come in to help, and then the joint Kohaug is being promoted to the whole world, and the whole process will take several years even if it is pushed forward at full strength. If there are any unexpected problems, it may take even longer.

Hermione looked at his expression with bright eyes: "Are you hiding something and are you going to tell me later?"

"That's right."

"When will it be in the future?"

Hermione's eyes widened slightly, and there was curiosity on her fair cheeks. She looked very good-looking. She was obviously full of doubts, but she didn't forcefully ask questions. The more she looked at it, the better it looked.

"After graduation, I don't want these things to affect your career choice."

"..."

Hermione looked thoughtful.

Regarding career choice, it seems that the matter he discussed with Mr. Kohaug involves the Ministry of Magic, or the entire magical world. If it is just the promotion of new space devices, it obviously cannot reach this level...

What could that be?

Just when Hermione was deep in thought, another piece of sweet and fragrant candy was handed to her mouth. Without thinking much, she opened her mouth and took it in.

The filamentous tentacles are constantly shaking, and the slender legs are covered with neat and dense protrusions, hooking the tongue and the inner wall of the mouth and crawling around, as if they want to crawl along the mouth into the stomach, or crawl out from the connected nose.

"Pile of cockroaches!"

The familiar touch made Hermione's scalp tingle. After being coaxed and seduced by Loren in the past few years, she had tasted it many times, and she no longer resisted like the lower grades. But suddenly there was a lively insect with tentacles and thin legs in her mouth. She Still trembling with excitement.

Until the chocolate on the outside melts and the lemon syrup inside bursts with juice, the sweetness and fragrance gradually soothe the discomfort in the mouth.

"Loren Morgan!"

Hermione stared at the man with wide eyes.

Loren blinked with an innocent expression, holding another pile of cockroaches in his hand and about to feed it.

Then he was domestically abused.

…

Life back in London was peaceful, comfortable, and a bit boring.

The Grangers' clinic has been closed and they are on vacation, but they can't take any time off. They have to attend various dinners and dances every day. As Christmas approaches, adults' main work has stopped, and social work has become busy. Some They are invitations from patients in the clinic, and some are invitations from various medical associations. Grandpa Bates also has a similar tendency. I don’t know when he got involved in so many hobby exchange groups, some even in the form of clubs, and he was busier than the dentist couple.

In the next few days, Loren and Hermione were busy decorating the house, driving Grandpa Bates's car out to buy holly and mistletoe branches, and food. Sometimes the traffic police would knock on the window to ask if they saw their tender faces. Asked about age and driver's license, and then was confused for no reason.

The decorations were completed just before Christmas. There were sparkling Christmas trees in the courtyard, a few more abstract snowmen, and holly branches hung on the walls and ceiling.

Due to traditional customs, there are basically no berries on the mistletoe branches, so you can only look at them as they are bare.

Until the night of Christmas Eve, the two families finally had time to gather at the dining table to enjoy delicious food and experience the rare moment of reunion.

Monica pinched an egg tart with a crispy shell and took a big bite into her mouth. The inside was so soft and tender that it was almost mouth-watering. She couldn't help but let out a sigh of satisfaction, raised her head and asked, "Loren, when are you going back to school?"

"Late January."

"What about summer? When will you graduate and leave school?"

"Mid to late June, what's wrong?"

"Have you confirmed your job after graduation?"

"Well, Hermione plans to join the Department of Magical Creatures of the Ministry of Magic, and I plan to go to the Alchemy Research Center."

Grandpa Bates, who was cutting the steak, suddenly said: "The magic school is about to graduate, and the job in the magic world has been decided. I have decided not to go to an ordinary university, is that right?"

Loren and Hermione nodded.

"Then we can start preparing for the wedding."

"Ahem! Ahem!"

Wendell and Hermione were choked and coughed continuously, and they drank half a glass of milk before they recovered. Monica looked at the two of them with a smile, seemingly not surprised.

Loren looked at Grandpa Bates silently, his eyes dark.

The retired soldiers seem to be a little radical.

Wendell raised his head, his cheeks turned red from being choked: "They are only 17 or 18 years old, it's too early to talk about this now!"

Hermione buried her head in her dinner plate, pretending to be an ostrich.

"According to the way wizards calculate age, you are declared an adult at the age of 17. You have to complete your studies, find a job, and then start a family."

Bates was smiling and had a gentle and calm expression, as if he was saying something normal, which made people want to kick this guy out.

But Bates himself didn't think so. In his heart, he was Loren's only parent and relative, fighting for his child's marriage and fulfilling his responsibilities.

"I don't care, they are wizards, their family is a normal family, they cannot follow the customs of wizards!"

Wendell yelled noisily. He originally liked the two fishing friends and planned to take them ice fishing during the Christmas vacation. Now he was just angry and wanted to throw them into the ice lake to use as bait to make a nest.

"Oh well."

Bates has no regrets. It was originally the first wave of feints. The two children are indeed still young and the battle is still long. They just need to take their time: "Let's talk about their lives after graduation. After graduation, Hanhan and Crook The mountain is now living at home, and at other times there will be other owls coming and going to receive letters, engaging in the magic industry, and inviting wizard colleagues to the home. These things will inevitably show some traces of magic... Continue to stay in Hampstead, maybe It will be noticed by the neighbors, what do you think?”

"What do you want to say?" Wendell stared at him warily.

"In order to make it easier for them to perform magic and live a more convenient life, I plan to buy them a quiet mansion."

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"What?!"

Now everyone here was surprised.

Loren also choked on the chicken leg meat, quickly swallowed the milk, and said loudly: "Grandpa Bates, let's talk about this after graduation."

"Are you really undecided? There are several manors for sale near London recently. The location is very good, and the castle is well maintained..."

"Don't be so anxious. Wizards basically don't lack these things. Many pure-blood families will also sell their vacant properties in the near future. I will pay attention to these news when I return to school... Let's wait until Hermione and I think about it."

"All right."

Grandpa Bates was quite sorry.

Monica stared at the two of them, with a smile on her lips.

Wendell was the only one who was very angry, looking back and forth at Loren with an unkind look.

Hermione buried her head, as if she was in the lower grades again, so shy that she didn't dare to look up at them.

…

"Where is the tea room?"

"Sixth floor."

Draco asked the therapist in a calm voice. After getting the answer, he nodded and turned around to go to the tea room to have something to drink. The smell of medicine wafting in the closed ward made his nose and throat feel slightly tight and uncomfortable.

Not far in front of him stood his parents, Lucius and Narcissa.

The Malfoy family has always been at the top of the donation list to St. Mungo's Hospital of Magical Maladies and Maladies, and they have given away genuine Galleons. Therefore, they have been given preferential treatment by the hospital. Even patients who are placed under strict guard in a closed ward under magical orders can be given away. time, let them enter the ward to visit.

However, adequate safety measures were taken. The patient had just taken the Living Hell Decoction and was in a deep sleep.

In addition to several high-level wizards from the hospital accompanying the visit, there were also several therapists who were good at dueling standing nearby, perhaps to prevent the patients from suddenly getting violent and hurting others, or perhaps to guard against the visitors.

Draco turned and left, followed by a young therapist, who pointed out the complex structure of the hospital and showed him the way.

Walking out of the closed ward with an expressionless face, he glanced at the hospital bed from the corner of his eye. The man on the bed changed out of the dirty and worn robes in his memory and put on a hospital gown. His originally thin figure was slightly plumper. At this moment, She was lying peacefully on the hospital bed, but the most eye-catching thing was the metal prosthetic hand on her hand, which was slightly glowing with silver.

There is a name tag on the bedside: Bellatrix Lestrange.

That was his mother's sister, and a senior Death Eater awaiting trial.

As a child of the Malfoy family, Voldemort had fallen shortly after he was born, and he had no impression of his aunt Bellatrix until Voldemort made a comeback and began to really get in touch with his mother's sister.

More disgust than closeness.

Walking through several double doors and stepping on the solid wooden stairs, the wooden boards made a creaking sound and shook slightly, as if they could fall apart at any time.

"With so many donations every year, can't you take out a few Galleons to repair the stairs?"

"The donations must be used on patients, so the stairs can still be used, right?" The young healer named Augustus Pye whispered back.

"..."

Draco looked around, and there were many portraits of healers hanging on the wall, almost all of them were old scholars, with unshaven beards and unkempt appearances, and some even had hideous faces, like medieval lunatics.

Going up the stairs, the healers shouted at him, diagnosing all kinds of strange diseases, and the treatments they came up with were also horrifying.

"Master! Your flesh and blood are drying up, and your hair is about to wither!" a medieval healer shouted.

"What?"

Draco's face was full of question marks. He looked at the young healer next to him, only to see him anxiously gesturing, signaling him not to talk.

"This is a skin and hair disease, Master. It will make your hairline recede, causing your hair to fall out day by day, never to grow back, and become thinner than it is now, until you are bald."

"Who are you talking about bald!" Draco was immediately anxious.

"Only by mixing venomous snake saliva with toad mucus in proportion, evenly applying it on the top of the head, and hanging upside down like a bat on the edge of the tower wall at the full moon can it be cured."

"I'm not bald!"

"But your hairline is floating, Master."

"That's hereditary, our family is like this!" Draco shouted, looking a little angry, "Go back to your own picture frame, don't bother me!"

"..."

Arriving in the tea room, he gulped down several cups of strong tea, but still felt that his anger had not subsided.

Draco was worried about running into those crazy portraits again when he went downstairs, so he chose another staircase, and then he felt a little better.

Back in the closed ward, his parents were communicating with the hospital.

"The patient is in good condition now. Except for the gradual weakening of the magic power in the prosthesis, there are no other symptoms. The baby in her belly is developing healthily. If all goes well, the child will be born on the second Sunday in April."

"On Easter?"

"Yes." The therapist thought of the black magic that could not be mentioned by name, and was also a little uneasy, but still comforted, "After a joint consultation between our therapists and experts from the Ministry of Magic, no signs of black magic were found. We all think this will be a healthy and normal child."

"..."

Lucius was silent for a long time, and slowly said: "Please tell the Ministry of Magic for me that if it is really a healthy and normal child, the Malfoy family is willing to adopt it, but the news must be blocked..."