And this human's lackey, Hawke, snapped his fingers again, and several bags flew out of the workshop and landed in Harry's hands.

"Here are the remaining materials for you. We only used two pints of the basilisk venom." Hawke smiled flatteringly, "I have already ground the remaining snake bones for you."

"And this is the cost of your order..."

Harry took a glance, put the thing back, waved his wand, and a few gold Galleons flew out and fell into its hand.

"I'll take the sword first." Harry said softly, and Hawke saw him out with a smile.

As soon as it turned back, the smile on its face disappeared, and it glared at Regnark and said in a stern voice: "Don't stop, it's not time for you to rest yet, hurry up and continue working."

"Mr. Potter is being threatened."

"We need to get the armor out as soon as possible!"

It wished it had a small whip in its hand so that it could whip it hard as soon as Regnark relaxed.

Harry returns to the Flitwick household.

"You're back so soon." Flitwick hadn't even finished his breakfast yet. He was flipping through the Daily Prophet over and over again, hoping to find some useful news.

"How long can you hold a sword?" Harry shook his head. "Professor, can you contact the Malfoys?"

Flitwick was stunned: "Of course, but you contacted them?"

Then he reacted, "Are you suspecting that Black is at Malfoy's house?"

Harry nodded.

"The Ministry of Magic goes to the Malfoys' house every two or three days." Flitwick muttered, "If he hides there, he can't escape the Ministry of Magic."

Harry whispered, "The most dangerous places are often the safest places."

"He was able to escape from Azkaban, so maybe he can find a way to avoid the Ministry of Magic's inspection."

"Black can only get news about his master from Malfoy."

He waved his wand.

Parchment and quill flew out, and a heartfelt letter began to be written.

Hedwig reluctantly went to deliver the letter.

Malfoy Manor.

The Malfoy family, which has always claimed to be "upper class", has become increasingly deserted in recent days. In order to get rid of those Ministry of Magic officials who come every two or three days, he has to spend a lot of money.

But those people are very greedy. Once they get a handle, they will hold on to it tightly and refuse to let go.

Not to mention, at this critical juncture, Sirius Black successfully escaped from prison, adding insult to injury to the already bleak situation of the Malfoy family.

Lucius was a little overwhelmed.

He sat in the courtyard, wondering which Ministry official he could ask to put the page on all this.

Suddenly an owl flew over, dropped a letter, and flew away in a hurry.

With a snap.

The letter fell on his face.

Lucius gritted his teeth. Ever since the incident at the Malfoy family, even an owl dared to bully him?

He picked up the letter and was stunned when he saw the signature on the envelope.

"Harry Potter".

Is it the Potter I thought of?

This made his face darken.

He opened the letter carefully. There was no curse or spell on it, and the content of the letter was not what he expected.

There was no cursing, and even the handwriting was neat, without any hint of anger.

The words were quite polite.

That’s the content…

We're going to visit Malfoy Manor in two hours, so hasty?

Before he could figure out how to deal with this legendary savior, a little elf appeared behind him with a snap and said in a timid voice: "Master, there are two wizards visiting outside the manor."

"One is Professor Flitwick of Hogwarts."

"The other is Mr. Potter."

Lucius raised his head and looked towards the entrance of the manor in surprise. They came so quickly?

These two hours, does it also include the time it takes for the owl to deliver the letter?

Entrance to the manor.

Harry's face turned green. He looked at Flitwick and said, "Professor, is this Apparition?"

"How do you feel?" Flitwick looked at him with a smile.

Harry shook his head. "Better than the Knight Bus, of course, but only slightly." He raised his hand and made a tiny distance between his thumb and index finger.

The Knight Bus was a half-day long torture.

The Apparition was in an instant, imposing half a day's torture on himself.

Chocolate-flavored shit, and shit-flavored chocolate.

It seems that this is the case no matter which world you teleport to.

"You'll get used to it." Flitwick patted his thigh and comforted him softly, "I wasn't used to it when I first learned this spell either."

“But he’s useful.”

They were chatting.

The manor door was opened.

Lucius came out in a leaf-green suit with a fake smile on his face and greeted warmly, "Long time no see, Professor Flitwick."

"And the famous Mr. Potter."

"I've been looking forward to meeting you."

Harry interrupted him: "Preferably at my funeral?"

Lucius was stunned, and laughed dryly, feeling somewhat guilty: "How could it be, you are still so young..."

"Yeah, it will be harder to deal with him if he grows a little bit more." Harry didn't give him any face and stared at him.

Lucius gritted his teeth: "I thought you wanted to be a serious guest, Mr. Potter."

"I'm here for two things." Harry went straight to the point.

"The Malfoy family owes the Potter family royalties. It's time to pay them."

Lucius' face froze, he looked at Harry and took a deep breath.

"Are you planning on defaulting on your debt?" Harry took a step forward. He was now a head shorter than Lucius and had to look up at him. "Perhaps the Ministry of Magic will be happy to hear this news?"

"They have one more reason."

But Lucius clearly felt that he was the shorter one: "Of course I didn't forget."

"It's just that Mr. Potter was still young before. I thought that as a relative, the Malfoy family could keep you in custody for a while."

"It's an honor to have a distant relative like you who only wants to attend my funeral." Harry sneered, "Can I take the money and leave today?"

Lucius's face froze again: "I'll give it to you before school starts."

Harry nodded. "Aha, didn't you say you would keep it for me? And I have to spend time raising money for 'keeping' it?"

He emphasized the pronunciation of both "保管".

Lucius took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and puffed his cheeks: "So what is the second thing, Mr. Potter?"

"Where's Sirius Black?" Harry pulled out his wand.

Lucius narrowed his eyes. "You're not the first person to ask me that question."

"The answer is the same. I don't know."

"Really? I don't believe it." Harry shook his head.

Lucius sneered: "The Ministry of Magic doesn't believe it either. They have searched my house three times in one week and they want to tear apart every floor."

"Okay, let's talk about the third thing." Harry didn't put down his wand.

The third one?

Lucius was stunned, a little surprised: "Didn't you say there were only two."

"I just remembered it." Harry said expressionlessly, "Why, you don't welcome it?"

Lucius gritted his teeth and nodded with difficulty: "Of course, welcome."