[Comprehensive British and American] Robin Girl Potter

Chapter 219 Seeing Waffles Again

"What do you want," hissed Lucius, slowly turning the cane's snakehead mechanism back again, "Lady Lestrange?"

Bellatrix chuckled, the wand in her hand was trembling slightly, "It's only called by my last name? Are you planning to exclude me from my family? I'm very sad, Lucius."

"You don't think of us as family at all."

"That's because you are going to betray your master! Flee to America!"

"The Dark Lord is dead, Bella," Lucius took a deep breath, not confident that he could persuade the Dark Lord's most loyal servant with just one mouth, "For Narcissa's sake ,I kindly remind you - find a way out for yourself as soon as possible, there is still time to escape from the UK. I believe Narcissa has advised you this time when she saw you this time. She is at least still thinking about you as a sister, and you? Take Her life against her husband?" He'd have to at least try, maybe...

"Shut up! Malfoy! The master is not dead! You are just making excuses for your own cowardice!" Bellatrix roared with a ferocious expression, and even threw a red light at Lucius. can escape.

Lucius understood that the once glamorous and noble young lady of the Black family was completely insane, and his wife had too unrealistic illusions about her sister's sanity.

"You and I have seen with our own eyes how the ruthless Potter cut off his master's head," Lucius said, "unless you master the spell that connects the head to the body, and the magic that brings the dead back to life, otherwise You are only dreaming!"

"Master...isn't dead!" Her eyes were wide open, trembling because Lucius mentioned the painful memory of the Ministry of Magic, and the wand was pointed at him again, "I know! I'm sure! Master is the greatest Dark Lord ! Do you think he will die with a knife in the hands of a little girl? You are... the worst slander!"

"You don't understand the greatness of the master! He left it to me..." Her eyes flickered, quickly switching between tyrannical and calm, "I don't trust you now, Malfoy, I can't see where you are On the other side. One day you and Sissy will be killed by your self-righteous cleverness. At this point, no matter which side wins, it will not benefit you."

"Don't bother you, Bella." Lucius didn't say much. The Malfoy family has developed and prospered so far, and has never completely relied on the shadow of a certain force. Balance between them, and even cooperate with Muggles when necessary, to ensure the continuous accumulation of wealth.

Isn't there an old saying among Muggles, don't put all your eggs in one basket.

From this, he naturally understood that his wife's other backhand for expelling Draco was - if he succumbed to Bella in the end and stepped into the power of the Dark Lord again, even if he was liquidated in the future, Draco would not be affected.

Bellatrix stopped walking slowly, and her body no longer swayed leisurely, "As for your question just now, it's time for me to make a request. What do I want... First of all, of course I want To Draco, so that I can firmly control you in my hands."

"He's at Hogwarts," Lucius snorted, "please feel free."

Bellatrix sneered, "If I die at the hands of Dumbledore, or be arrested by the Ministry of Magic, Sissy's food supply will not last until you can find her."

"Mrs. Malfoy died of lack of water and food? That's enough to make wizards laugh for a century." She thought nonchalantly, as if talking about a stranger.

"I know you'd rather die than contact Draco - pushing you too hard will only make you fight me in a rage, and then I realize..." She looked into Lucius' eyes Jing Guang, "Sissy is enough for me."

"Don't try to use Legilimency or the Imperius Curse against me," Bellatrix narrowed her eyes, "you know you alone are no match for me—you're just a cunning coward, you're no warrior at all .Just hit me once, and you'll get Sissy's finger the next day."

Lucius clenched his cane tightly, really wishing he could kill the mad woman in front of him with the Killing Curse. Narcissa would naturally be angry with him at that time, he didn't care...as long as he could find a chance to do it...and this time must be With [-]% certainty, with Bella's current state of mind, she said she would cut off Sissy's finger, and Lucius believed that she would absolutely do what she said.

"Say your request, Mrs. Lestrange, I don't know when you became so verbose, I hope it's not early menopause." He hissed, "Unlike the situation 14 years ago, the Dark Lord now even There are no rumors of being alive, so what do you want to do? Torture Potter's family for fun? I hear they're not easy to mess with."

He really would rather Bella take him to the United States to find Potter's family. I heard that Wayne is the patron of the Justice League, and the Justice League will never let the benefactor be abused into a mental illness.To be able to witness her being picked up by the Muggle guards is considered a murder with a knife.

"Once I finish the mission my master entrusted to me, I will naturally go to America to find Potter...she has to pay the price!" Bella's eyes were burning, as she did every time Potter was mentioned.

"As for what I want from you," Bella said coldly, looking at Lucius, "First, I want the key to my vault—it was inherited by Sissy after Rodolphs and I were sentenced to life for life Then, I will use Polyjuice Potion to pretend to be Sissy, and you will go to Gringotts with me; finally, you will transfer the property in Malfoy's vault to my vault--after the master is resurrected, it will naturally require a lot of operational funds."

"And here," she spread her arms, gesturing to the entire manor, "you must dedicate it to the master and become his new base."

It's really a lion's mouth... It's impossible for the Malfoy family to give everything, just for a vague fantasy!

"Sissy may not have had time to tell you," Lucius snorted coldly, "All our property has been transferred to the United States. I can't..."

"I knew you would say that," Bella chuckled, "I only give you one day, no matter what method you use, when I go to Gringotts with you tomorrow, I must get one hundred thousand Galleons, otherwise You'll get Sissy's finger at night."

Lucius tried his best to maintain a straight posture. In fact, he could not wait to strangle the woman in front of him with his bare hands. No pure-blood restraint and etiquette could match the pleasure of killing a deadly enemy. He began to understand why Potter would abandon her. Instead of using a magic wand, I just chopped it with a big knife!

Bella breathed out easily, as if she had already won, she waved her hand, "See you tomorrow, Lucius—Actually, I never liked your manor, I believe the master will renovate it."

In Lucius' burning eyes, Bellatrix disappeared in place with a light pop of Apparition.

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Compared with Malfoy Manor, which is located across the ocean in the suburbs of the city with the highest crime rate in the United States, the Wayne Mansion, bathed in the morning light, looks peaceful.

A few seconds before the alarm clock rang, Damian opened his eyes under the control of his biological clock for many years.

In the midst of robotic bathing, teeth brushing, and shaving, he thought about the conversation he had with his father last night.

Consider that Grayson, Todd, and Drake all moved out as adults.In American culture, still living with parents after adulthood is a behavior that will be looked down upon by most people.

Of course, the League of Assassins doesn't have this problem - the mother and the grandfather are still acting together.But people want to do as the Romans do, the last thing Damian wants is to be regarded by the three Robins above as a loser who stays at his parents' house.

He's already donned the Batman costume again.Last night, after the routine night patrol, he only took off his hood, and in the Batcave, he proposed his idea of ​​finding an independent residence to his father who was still studying the expansion plan of the watchtower.

His place of self-reliance, of course, is not someone's basement or garage, nor is it an apartment shared with strangers—he Damian Wayne is not an ordinary American youth.

As the young and promising new Batman, he has long been optimistic about a suburban villa, which is only a quarter of the size of Wayne's house. The real estate market in the United States has been depressed recently. As a man who received a Ph.D. Promising young man, he doesn't plan to buy too big one.

Of course it wasn't for saving money, he didn't have this concept, and the choice was just for "utility maximization".Moreover, if the house is bought too large, it will easily attract unnecessary attention. Stories like "Wayne's heirs buy new so-and-so property" might hit the papers.

If only he and Harry live, a small villa is enough.He doesn't intend to throw a pool party like his father.

Damian even planned a secret small bat cave under the villa.His batcave doesn't need to be huge, except for the useless decorations like big coins and giant dinosaur models.

My father said that these seemingly superfluous decorations are milestones in his career and life (milestone) *, people always want to keep some memorials to remind themselves of the path they have traveled and the beliefs they have upheld.In this regard, Damian is more inclined to the spirit of the nomads in his mother's blood who dare to give up and walk lightly.

My father patiently listened to his rambling ideas, and even read the design drawings of his small bat cave, but finally rejected everything with one word.

"Do not."

"Why?" It can't be a question of money, this number father won't even blink his eyes.

"There's plenty of room in the mansion, we didn't even use a tenth of it, and you don't have to move out," my father said. "You don't need to build your own Batcave either. The equipment here is always up to date."

"Grayson and the others have all moved out."

"Dick because he was fighting me when he was 18, he wanted to get out of my control and build his own life and career, and I was young and impulsive at the time; Jason...Jason had a special reason..." Bruce paused, "The reasons and consequences of Tim moving out are closely related to my death. When I came back, he hadn't lived in the mansion for a while. If I were here, I would never agree."

"And the relationship between you and my father and son has been on the right track after many years of running-in. Have you returned to the rebellious period now?" The father blinked, and every time he made a joke, he was so cold, of course Damian couldn't laugh. Just frown tightly.

"Or do you want to find another city that you want to protect like Dick? You don't want to act in Gotham anymore?" the father asked back.

"Of course not..." Damian hesitated to speak.

"You don't need to apply the customs of moving out of your parents' house when you grow up," the father continued, as if he could read his mind. Live here all the time."

"That's because..." Damian stopped in time, of course he couldn't directly say that it was because your father and your parents have long since passed away...you don't actually live with your parents...

His father's eyes flickered for a moment, as if he understood Damian's unfinished words, he didn't say anything, just shook his head.

"There are portraits of the Wayne family in this house, and yours is here too. Living here will not make you feel self-reliant," the father smiled, "I have been taken care of by Ah Fu, isn't that right? Appear less self-reliant?"

"If you really like that house, buy it," my father suggested casually, "but you still have to live in the mansion."

"I don't like it very much..." Damian whispered, "I never knew you were so reluctant to part with me, father."

Hearing his words, my father didn't reply, but continued to invest in the data calculation of the watchtower after nodding obviously.

"Oh—" Damian suddenly realized, "It's not because you don't want to part with me! You're because you're afraid that Harley will only stay with me during the winter and summer vacations instead of going back to the mansion!"

"...No," the father didn't turn his head, turned his back to him, and still faced the screen, "You think too much. You are all my children."

Ha, he found out!

Damian shrugged. "You know, I'm always going to move out with Harry alone in the future - after we start a family."

"You're thinking too far," Bruce said dryly.

After a few seconds of silence, the father probably finally figured out the reason for his rebuttal, "According to the history of the Wayne family, especially the fact that you are the only heir at present, you should live here after you get married."

"Really..." Damian was a little discouraged, and drooped his shoulders, "Every day is under Ah Fu's eyes..."

You can't let go of any shameful things!

And when I think of "shameful things"...

shit!Damian, who was showering silently, lost his mind, and the water column poured down choked out a whirlpool of memories.He looked down, frustrated.

He began to meditate under the stream of water - steadfastly resisting desire.

As for why he didn't "hand it out" like almost every other normal teen.That's because, from the beginning to the end, he thought that he was superior to these vulgar people with sperm and brains.

Of course, it's not that Damian has never "resolved manually" - he has the best self-control, of course he strictly limits the number of times.He can't wither at a critical moment in the future because of lack of self-control.

After a rather unpleasant bath, Damian simply wiped himself off, put on simple clothes, and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for himself.

Ah Fu must still be secretly punishing him, Damian has no other choice but to get used to it.

But... today, an abnormal situation appeared...

Ah Fu was actually in the kitchen, with his back to Damian, making the waffles that he had missed for a long time—exaggeratedly speaking, when he smelled this long-lost scent, Damian almost burst into tears.

Damian felt that he must be very much like a hunter hunting deer in the forest. He moved lightly, did not dare to breathe, and was afraid of scaring away the precious "Waffle" Ah Fu...

"Master Damian, are you practicing lung capacity at the door of the kitchen?" Ah Fu's calm voice came over...

"Uh..." Damian pursed his lips, he couldn't escape at this time.

This probably shows that Ah Fu is willing to have a formal and mature conversation with him...

He took a deep breath, risked not having waffles this morning, and said matter-of-factly, "Foo, I think we need to talk."

The author has something to say:

*The master explained that the big coins and other decorations are Milestone comics. I forgot which issue it was... I am in a hurry to update the article today, and I will add notes in the future when I find it.

(It would be great if any reader knows it! Help!)