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Wiltshire, in the luxurious living room of Malfoy Manor.

Despite Dobby the house-elf's warning, the Malfoys were still one step behind. By the time they reached Draco's bedroom, the boy had already vanished without a trace. There were no signs of struggle or disarray in the room.

Within the Malfoy family's mansion, this only meant one thing.

Their well-mannered, obedient, and impeccably Slytherin little gentleman had run away from home?!

While Lucius was still raging in the living room, pondering which acquaintances in the Ministry of Magic could help, he suddenly saw Dobby the house-elf cautiously approaching with a letter.

"Master, the young master's letter," Dobby said timidly, "It's from... the Black family."

The Black family?

Lucius Malfoy frowned, quickly took the letter, and opened it:

"Dear Father, from now until the start of term, I will be staying temporarily at the Black family's old house with Uncle Black and Harry. I am now a wizard and can discern who I should be friends with."

"In short, I hope you can also respect me and my friends, and stop arbitrarily arranging my social circles at school."

"Goodbye, Father, and my cowardice—Draco Malfoy."

Uncle Black? Sirius Black? That head wizard under Dumbledore?!

Lucius Malfoy crumpled the letter in his hand, threw it angrily on the table, turned to his wife Narcissa Malfoy, who was sitting beside him, took a deep breath, and his lips trembled violently with anger.

"No need to worry, our good son has been found, right in your family's old house!"

"Huh? The Black family's old house? Then we should leave for..."

Narcissa Malfoy's eyes lit up, and she stood up, preparing to follow her memory...

Wait! The Black family's old house... where was it again?

"Narcissa, you've noticed it too, haven't you?"

Lucius Malfoy's face grew even uglier, and he slammed the table with his cane.

"That little Black, I don't know what magic he used, but he hid the Black family's..."

…………

Meanwhile, 12 Grimmauld Place.

"Alright, remember your promise, Sirius."

Dumbledore slowly retracted his wand, looking sternly at the man standing before him.

"From now on, these two children are entrusted to your care. With the protection of the Fidelius Charm, they are absolutely safe as long as they are inside 12 Grimmauld Place—but if you want to go out, you must inform me in advance."

When Black arrived at his old house with Harry and Draco, Dumbledore was already waiting at the door.

To Sirius Black's surprise, after simply asking the children about their wishes, Dumbledore did not express any dissatisfaction with his presumptuous behavior. Instead, he proactively offered to help enhance the magical protection of the Black family's old house.

On this point, the old wizard's reason was impeccable—to ensure Harry's safety.

After all, having left the Dursleys, if any Death Eaters or Voldemort who were still at large in the magical world got the news, they might choose to take advantage of the situation and harm Harry Potter, who had no blood magic protection.

"Don't worry, Professor Dumbledore, unless I die, no one can harm these two children!"

Sirius Black glanced at the two boys standing in the hallway, answering with a determined tone.

Ten years ago, he failed to protect James and Lily properly. So, ten years later, even if it cost him his life, no one would be able to harm the little Potter. This was not only the responsibility of a godfather, but also a self-redemption for him.

"That's not a very reassuring promise, Black. What I want to say is, if some dangerous situation arises later, I hope you can deliver information in a timely manner and seek help this time..."

Dumbledore's blue eyes stared at Black's face, faintly carrying an unprecedented sense of oppression.

"In addition to Kreacher, Hogwarts will send a house-elf to the Black family to help you clean up this old house that has been vacant for nearly ten years... Of course, it will leave after cleaning up."

"Professor Dumbledore, I won't let you down this time, thank you."

Facing the somewhat unfamiliar Dumbledore, a rare hint of solemnity appeared on Sirius Black's face.

In his opinion, the reason why Dumbledore would instruct so much was mostly because the event where they changed the Secret-Keeper without permission ten years ago had brought too many variables to the Order of the Phoenix and Dumbledore's plan—if it weren't for the spell Lily cast before her death, Voldemort would have almost successfully destroyed half of the Order of the Phoenix.

After carefully examining Sirius Black, Dumbledore nodded slightly.

"Alright, then I'll leave these two children to you. You should hurry inside and help them tidy up and arrange things. If you have any problems, send me an owl directly, or have Phineas pass on the message to me—I'm in my office most of the time. In an emergency, this is the fastest way to warn me."

An old headmaster of Hogwarts, Phineas Nigellus Black, came from the ancient Black family.

Although Phineas was called the most unpopular headmaster in Hogwarts history as the first Slytherin-born headmaster in history, it must be admitted that he also provided a lot of help to Harry, Dumbledore, and others in the original book.

And Sirius Black, as the last member of the Black family, even if Phineas didn't like this rebellious younger generation so much, at least he wouldn't completely ignore his requests—in fact, perhaps the "person" in the entire world who is most concerned about Sirius Black is this old wizard who always lives in portraits.

"As for the Malfoys..."

Dumbledore paused for a few seconds, his eyes flickered, and he said softly thoughtfully.

"Promise me, don't actively look for trouble, and try not to clash with Lucius or Narcissa. Take care of your godson and your nephew, and leave the rest to me—alright, go in, I should go too."

Dumbledore took out a silver pocket watch, glanced at it, and nodded again.

With a whoosh of his cloak, he had vanished without a trace.

…………

Meanwhile, on the shores of Loch Lomond.

Near the hedge of the orphanage at the end of Luss, the figure of "Dumbledore" gradually emerged.

"Alright, everything has been taken care of, I am the Secret-Keeper."

The old wizard glanced at the girl who was fiddling with a bonfire in the yard, and asked with some confusion.

"But there's one thing I don't understand, Elena. Is all this really necessary? I mean, wouldn't it be fine to just let Albus do these things? Besides, those two children don't seem very smart to me."

"It's different. Although these are indeed Old Radish's way of thinking and are consistent with his modus operandi..."

Elena raised her head, glanced at Grindelwald, who was gradually shedding Dumbledore's appearance, and shook her head gently.

"But these are only limited to Potter and Sirius Black—if you want Draco Malfoy to stay as well, then you have to push a little further based on these things. At this time, hesitating for a moment, the Malfoys might use this time difference to come to the door to question us."

"As for how to explain this, I believe your eloquence should be no problem."

Elena raised an eyebrow, then changed the subject and held up the string of fragrant grilled fish in her hand.

"By the way, the grilled fish is just right, come and try it! After I go to Mr. Newt's tomorrow, you'll have to wait a whole week before you can eat the delicious food I've cooked myself... Grandpa."