amazing magic

Chapter 100 99. Malfoy's Glory
That night, Lin An slept very soundly.

And at Malfoy Manor, Draco couldn't sleep.

"Honey," Narcissa sat next to him, her satin-like wavy hair hung down from her shoulders, and her whole body seemed to exude a hazy brilliance——

"You should rest."

"Mom, I'm not sleepy yet."

Draco pretended to look up from the book.

Narcissa stretched out her hand and touched her son's delicate cheek, then laughed:

"Waiting for your presents? You know, the manor catches all the owls who haven't been here during the holidays, and then sends all the presents under your Christmas tree at midnight—"

"This is a heavy surprise, you can wake up tomorrow morning and see it... no matter who sent it."

She meant something, but Draco pursed his lips and insisted: "No, I'm not sleepy now."

But he suddenly remembered his promise: "Mom, if I invite my classmates to play in the manor during the summer vacation, will Dad..."

He didn't go on, because Narcissa's expression had cooled down.

She touched her son's fluffy hair, her voice was gentle, but her tone was firm:

"Draco, you should know where Malfoy's glory lies. This manor doesn't welcome those who are half-blooded or not..."

For Draco's sake, she didn't say the rest, not even using any insulting words.

But at this moment, Draco still felt his heart constrict.

"But dad didn't say that she is very aristocratic, mom, you helped me choose—"

"Draco."

Narcissa tidied up the skirts for him: "Demeanor can be cultivated, but blood is the root of our nobility."

"Your father is right in boasting, you have great vision, and you have made friends with a very potential wizard in the freshman—but that's all."

"The Muggle things we sent over last time, we have been extra patient for the sake of her being your friend."

"Honey," Narcissa looked at him: "Do you understand?"

Draco stood up, pale: "I understand."

"But I don't want to comply."

"Draco!"

Outside the door, Lucius with light blonde hair like satin stood there. He had just attended a party of the nobles, and he smelled of Floo powder all over his body.

At this moment, the cloak was untied, and the house elf took it over without a sound, and quickly disappeared without a trace.

"Do not let me down."

His face was gentle and serious, but the words he spoke were unquestionable.

But Draco shook his head: "Dad, as I said, Lin An is my best friend. If I can't respect her—from bloodline to identity, then I don't deserve this friendship. "

"Father, you once said that grandfather used to be with that..." His face was pale for a moment, and now he said in a vague way: "...we had a deep friendship when we were students, that's why we followed without hesitation..."

"Shut up! Draco! Who gave you permission to say that!"

Lucius changed from his previous cautious and demeanor, and now he took two steps in the room in embarrassment, then turned around and scolded: "I don't allow you to mention him at home!"

"Not a single word!"

Draco stared back at her, and after a while, he suddenly softened his voice:
"I mean, Dad, since we don't have a good reputation, the Savior doesn't think of me as a friend."

"Since that's the case, isn't it another layer of protection for me, an ignorant child, to have an ordinary friend of unknown bloodline?"

"Draco..." Narcissa covered her mouth in surprise.

Lucius looked at him fixedly, and then there was a satisfied smile on his cold face:

"I won't allow anyone to tarnish Malfoy's honor. But, Draco, you've grown up."

Having received praise and permission, Draco was not as happy as he imagined.

He even lowered his head, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable in his heart, as if a giant hand was holding his heart fiercely, constantly pulling and pulling...

And at this moment, Arik flapped his wings and flew in from outside the manor.

!!!

Draco stood up excitedly.

He repeatedly read the hastily written text, and then heaved a long sigh of relief.

His joy was so palpable that it was hard for both Narcissa and Lucius to ignore.

At this moment, Lucius narrowed his eyes slightly, and said meaningfully:

"It seems that your good friend can already affect your mood at any time—then, maybe I can open the passage to the manor now and let her gift come in, and let me see if her heart is worthy of it." your friendship."

"—if she has a present."

"Of course!"

Draco said proudly, and then firmly defended Lin An: "No matter what she gives, as long as I think it's good!"

Lucius twitched the corner of his lips: "Dobby!"

There was a slight crisp sound in the air, and the ugly house elf, who looked like an old baby with big ears and ragged clothes, lowered his head and said in a thin voice, "Please order, sir. "

"Go and bring all of Draco's presents."

A moment later, under the Christmas tree in the living room, there were stacks of large and small gift boxes.

Draco wanted to show his prudence, but he endured and endured, and he still didn't hold back. At this moment, he plunged into the pile of gifts, and effortlessly picked out the overly large and heavy packing box.

Narcissa took a look, and then suddenly covered her lips and smiled: "It seems that Draco and your good friend are indeed very similar. At least the gifts are heavy."

She looked at Draco who hesitated and didn't make a move: "Why don't you open it and have a look?"

Draco lowered his gray-blue eyes, and solemnly opened the box under the gaze of Lucius and Narcissa.

Wizards and Muggles, pure-bloods and no-bloods, are like a natural barrier in the Malfoy family.

But... who cares about that moat!
He can tell who is the real one.

The gift box is opened——

I saw the neatly packaged gifts arranged one by one inside, with an orderly beauty.

And the gift itself...

"what is this?"

Draco saw the Tokarev pistol first, and picked it up curiously.

But Lucius and Narcissa turned their heads and said with patience:

"Some...Muggle stuff."

But at this moment, Draco didn't listen to what they said, because he saw Lin An's letter.

Ordinary envelopes and letter paper, Muggle things, slightly random handwriting... everything is incompatible with Malfoy.

But Draco was somehow amused.

Because the letter in front of her was like... like she had written to Harry Potter countless times.

　Lucius and Narcissa: In the books, they are terrified of the Dark Lord.

　　However, they couldn't refuse the Dark Lord either.

　　Bloodline was indeed what Malfoy talked about all the time.

　　Draco was transitioning from a child's affection to a sense of responsibility.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)