After the party, Narcissa and Lucius were found in the garden.

Abraxas saw the two of them together and looked Narcissa up and down in surprise. He turned to Narcissa's father and said, "Signas, this is the first time I've seen Luc talking to someone his age like this. It just so happens that our families go way back, and they're about the same age. Why don't the Black family and the Malfoy family unite by marriage?" As he spoke, he tried to put his arm around Signas Black's shoulder.

Signas slapped his hand away. "Go away, Abou. Don't talk about this at my daughter's birthday party. Besides, my daughter is only five years old. You want to book her already?

Wait for two years. "

Abraxas didn't care that his hand was slapped away. He shrugged and beckoned Lucius to his side. "Then, we'll take our leave first. You must come to the wine appreciation party I'm holding at Malfoy Manor next week.

You can bring your three precious daughters too. They'll be Lucius's companions. "

"Okay, okay." Signas waved at them.

Lucius bowed to Mr. Black, then nodded to Narcissa. Narcissa hurriedly returned the bow to the Malfoy father and son.

"Mentos." Abraxas and Malfoy held the door key and disappeared with Lucius.

"Narcissa, you child. Why didn't you wear a coat outside?

It's not spring yet. Be careful not to catch a cold. "

Narcissa's mother hurried over with a red fox cloak in her hand. She hurriedly draped it over Narcissa.

Narcissa sneezed. Only then did she realize that she had only worn a little dress to the garden.

She didn't feel cold when she hugged Lucius when she was comforting him, but now the cold air rushed towards her.

She rubbed her arms and sneezed a few more times.

Therefore, Narcissa's fifth birthday ended with her catching a cold and running a fever. She was bedridden for a few days and had to drink several large bottles of magic potions.

Lady Malfoy did not survive the winter. In fact, just a few days after Narcissa's birthday party, Signas received an invitation to the Malfoy family's funeral.

Narcissa had not fully recovered from her illness, but she kept begging her mother, and finally her mother agreed to take her to the funeral.

Malfoy Manor was not much different from what Narcissa remembered, except that the style of decoration was more old-fashioned and classical. Lucius had renovated the interior of Malfoy Manor before they got married, but the number of buildings did not increase.

Narcissa was wearing a black dress. She held her mother's hand and walked beside Beira and Andomida.

After the house-elf announced her arrival, she saw Abraxas Malfoy coming out of the house to greet them.

Her father quickly stepped forward to greet him. "Abou!"

Abraxas also greeted her father warmly. "Signas, you're here."

Narcissa did not see much sadness in his expression. She heard what he said next and felt that he was a little dissatisfied with the change of the original party to a funeral. "I was planning to have a party this week. I got a few bottles of wine from the highland fairies in the north. It's said that it was passed down from King Arthur's time. I didn't expect that. What a coincidence."

"Are you … okay?"

Her father also noticed Abraxas's state, but he could not directly ask if he was sad.

"I'm fine." Abraxas said casually.

Then he lowered his voice. "You know that our marriage is purely a family alliance. She always had someone else in her heart. I'm not close to her at all."

His expression was a little fierce. "That woman died in Malfoy Manor. The funeral was held in the name of Lady Malfoy because she gave birth to Lucius."

Then he changed his expression and said seriously, "So I hope that Lucius can be like you and Druela, and cultivate feelings from a young age."

Signas glanced back at Narcissa, then at Andomida and Beira. He did not deny it. "Where's Lucius?"

Abraxas raised his eyebrows. "In his mother's mourning hall. That child is soft-hearted.

It wasn't as if he didn't know about the ridiculous things his mother had done.

It seems that I'll have to let him see blood when he's educated as an heir. "As he spoke, he led Black's family into the mourning hall.

The mourning hall was converted from a living room at the side of the Malfoy Manor. It was not very big, so it was obvious that Abraxas did not care much about Lady Malfoy's funeral.

But all the formalities were done. White flowers, gold and silver utensils, heavy ornaments, and the Malfoy family emblem. It seemed that Lady Malfoy still had some dignity.

Narcissa glanced at the guests. There were not many. They were either subordinate families of the Malfoy family, such as the Crabbe family and the Gower family, or pure-blooded families that were close to Abraxas, such as her family and the Parkinson family.

Narcissa glanced at Lucius, who was sitting in front of the mourning hall. His head was lowered, so she could not see his expression. She did not know if he was well.

The funeral began. The priest played the ceremonial music. Suddenly, a house elf popped up beside Abraxas and respectfully whispered a few words in his ear.

Narcissa saw Abraxas frown. She got up and signaled to the priest, "The ceremony is paused." With that, she hurried to the door.

Narcissa's father, Signas, hurried after her. "What's wrong?

Abou, what happened? "

"Tom is here." Narcissa saw Abraxas pursed his lips and make a bitter smile.

"Riedel?"

Signas frowned. "Aren't he and his men in the limelight in Edinburgh recently?

You sent him a letter too?

“

Abraxas shook his head, but did not continue the conversation. He strode to the door of the reception hall.

Before Abraxas reached the door, the door of the reception hall opened with a bang.

Five people wearing heavy clothes that did not match the weather in the south of England walked in.

The leader was a young man in a black but gorgeous wizard's robe. The robe was inlaid with black gems and embroidered with dark patterns with black thread. It was low-key but noble.

Behind him, there were four men in black with their faces covered. They held magic wands in their hands and bowed their heads respectfully as they followed behind him.

In contrast to his low-key attire, the young man exuded an arrogant aura.

As soon as he entered, he raised his head and looked at the people in the reception hall with disdain. Then he said in a low voice, "Yo, Abou, how could you not invite me to such an important occasion?"

Narcissa's body stiffened when the man appeared. Her eyes widened and her pupils shrank. Cold sweat broke out on her head.

Although he was not as ugly as she remembered, the pair of red eyes filled with aggression and the arrogant aura around him made her very sure that it was him.

"Tom." Abraxas put on a friendly fake smile. "Long time no see …"

The young man frowned and interrupted Abraxas impatiently. "I changed my name. You should know." He waved his wand and the fluorescent dust in the air turned into a blood-red 'Lord Voldemort'.

Voldemort ', and then it dissipated.

"There will be no next time." He warned.

The atmosphere became tense. No one made a sound.

The young man seemed to be deliberately disrupting the funeral. He had an aura of provocation.

The temperature in the mourning hall was getting lower and lower. Danger and fighting spirit were on the verge of erupting.

Seeing the awkward situation, Narcissa's father, Signas Black, got up and coughed softly to break the silence. "So, may I ask, Mr. Voldemort, what do you want to …?"

The young man called Voldemort looked at Signas and put on a fake smile. "Look, isn't this an old friend?

Master Black. "

Then he looked back at Abraxas and scanned the mourning hall. "Of course I'm here to pay my respects to Lady Malfoy.

But this hall is a little shabby. I came from afar and did not bring any offerings. Why don't I make some small changes to this hall to show my sincerity? "

After that, he waved his wand and a large amount of magic power and magic pressure gushed out.

Everything in the mourning hall changed when it came into contact with the magic power.

The white gauze curtains turned into thick and heavy draperies with gorgeous golden patterns. The white lilies and daisies turned into red roses with sharp thorns. The crystal chandelier turned into intricately decorated, classical, and elegant silver candlesticks. If the previous arrangement was a pure prelude to the kingdom of heaven, then now it was the luxury of eternal darkness.

"Oh my god!"

Narcissa heard Beira's exclamation. Ignoring the fear in her heart, she hurriedly turned her head and saw Beira staring at the man who was casting magic. Her eyes were full of longing and fanaticism.

Seeing that the transformation was almost complete, Voldemort put down his wand and said casually, "Since my sincerity has been delivered, I will not stay any longer." He turned to Abraxas. His tone and expression were not sincere at all. "My condolences."

After that, he turned around, flung his wizard's robe, and ordered his subordinates, "Return to where you came from." Before his subordinates could reply, he had already left using Phantom Transference.

His subordinates answered "yes" and also used Phantom Transference to leave Malfoy Manor.

Abraxas stared at the place where Voldemort disappeared. After a while, he turned to the priest who was stunned. "Continue the ceremony."

The priest nodded subconsciously. The wand in his hand shook a few times before the music finally started again.

Abraxas sat down beside Signas.

Signas could not wait to ask Abraxas in a low voice, "That Riedel has been very popular recently. Do you have any news about him?"

Abraxas's face was no longer as frivolous as before. He looked very serious. "This is not the place to talk. After the funeral, I'll ask the house elf to take you to the study. We'll meet there."

After that, the funeral went on as planned. There were no more accidents.

After the funeral, no matter what everyone was thinking, they all expressed their most sincere condolences. It was as if everyone had forgotten what had happened at the beginning of the funeral.