Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Perhaps sensing the unusual atmosphere, Lucius suddenly swept his light gray eyes to the dining table again.

There was more than one person at the table, not just his wife!

Even if there are some changes, the general outline will not change, as well as the standard pale blond hair.

"Draco?"

He whispered his son's name in shock.

When Lucius saw the boy sitting opposite Narcissa, he was so sure that his son was back now!

"Dad, I'm sorry, I didn't come back until now, making you and Mom worry." Malfoy stood up, then raised his head and said apologetically.

The eyes of father and son met at this moment.

But for the first time, he did not show the ecstasy he imagined, but squeezed his silver snake-headed cane tightly.

As the head of the family, no matter how excited you are, you can't be too intense, and you can't be overjoyed.

He had just returned from Dumbledore's funeral at this time. For some reason, he did not use the Floo powder network directly connected to the fireplace at home. Instead, he went around in circles and rushed back from the nearest network outside, so he seemed a little dusty. Servant.

"It's good, it's good, it's good to come back, it's good to be okay." Even though he tried his best to calm down, his excitement still couldn't calm down. The breath that had been calmed down by the journey was wheezing again.

He organized his thoughts, trying to keep his emotions in check.

"When did you come back?" He asked as calmly as possible, tidying up the corners of his clothes, but his quick steps still revealed his current state of mind.

Lucius then quickly walked to the dining table, hugged his son, and patted his back.

"It's less than half an hour," Malfoy replied.

"Let Draco eat first, and ask these questions later." Narcissa said angrily, blocking his questions at once.

Lucius froze for a moment, but then showed a relieved smile.

He knew that his wife had to take good care of her son.

There is no rush to ask, anyway, his son has returned now, and those questions can be asked slowly.

"Okay, let's eat first. I happen to be hungry too. It's too late when I go to Hogwarts, so I can only stay outside." He said with a smile, the wrinkles on his face seemed to have been smoothed out a lot.

He pulled a chair from under the table and sat down with Malfoy, but never looked away from his son.

I have to say, even if Dobby wasn't there, the meal was quite hearty.

"Draco, why don't you eat meat?" Narcissa watched Malfoy pick some lettuce frequently, with a distressed expression on her face, trying to push the plate in front of her.

"Oh, Mom, I really don't have an appetite," Malfoy could only explain, because he was telling the truth.

When I was in a fishing village in Germany, I had no choice but to eat fish for a long time. When I was adventuring in the wild, I would hunt and eat some fresh food when I had the chance. If I had no chance, I kept it in Wuhen. Canned meat in an extension package.

It made him miss fresh fruits and vegetables inexplicably.

Compared with game, edible plants that grow naturally in the wild are not so delicious.

However, in terms of dietary conditions, Malfoy's level has not dropped too much these days, but the sense of urgency brought about by pressure is completely different from the past.

After a while, the meal was over.

Taking out a tissue and wiping his mouth, Malfoy felt a sense of returning to the civilized world at this time, as if from a lifetime ago.

The series of unexpected situations not long ago made him completely unable to calm down, and when he came back to his senses, he really realized that he had gone home.

Inexplicably relieved.

But soon, Lucius' questions came one after another.

"Where have you been all these days?"

"Why don't you go home, Dad will solve all your difficulties for you.

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"Why come back now, you know Dumbledore is dead?"

"Slowly ask! Draco will tell you! You haven't been caught by the Aurors yet, but you'll be treated as a prisoner first." Narcissa said angrily.

There was only a bitter smile on Lucius' face.

Afterwards, Malfoy dealt with many questions from his parents and answered some of their confusions.

Narcissa accepted all the orders and nodded again and again, but Lucius's eyes did not seem so gullible, looking at his child with scrutiny and concern.

As his son's father, the helm of the Malfoy family, a master of power play, it is difficult to be persuaded without sufficient reason, he only trusts his own judgment.

The brows have been furrowed, but in a short period of time, nothing can be analyzed.

"The Dark Lord may be back today." Lucius said abruptly at this time.

Malfoy looked aside, lost in silence and thought, and he could guess that Voldemort still used this place as his base.

Malfoy Manor covers a large area, and there are many secret passages similar to Hogwarts underground. If you take a step back, you can hide some newly added Death Eaters. Further, it can also be used as a strategic offensive point.

And Voldemort will definitely not go to live in any wilderness.

How to behave in front of his eyes has become a very serious question.

How can I get the most trust from that person?

Malfoy fell into a state of anxiety. Even after so much training, he was still a little panicked about the road ahead, for fear that one day he would lose the whole game accidentally.

When his thoughts were about to drift away, he was pulled back by a low voice from Lucius.

"No... the Dark Lord may be here now, I have to take a step first." Lucius' left arm suddenly trembled, his brows subconsciously wrinkled, and his gray eyes revealed subconsciousness. of fear and disgust.

murmured.

Malfoy could feel his father's reluctance to call upon the Dark Lord.

"I'll go first." He said hurriedly to the two people at the table, then got up, left the living room, and walked to the bedroom that belonged to him.

That room now belonged to Voldemort, and was where he used to talk to his henchmen.

As for his own home, Lucius was familiar with the road, bypassing several aisles and branching through branches, and soon found the room that originally belonged to him.

It's just that he stood stiffly outside the door, his expression fell into some hesitation, his raised hand was gently raised, and then he was lowered.

The return of his son made him less inclined to continue to help Voldemort.

But this was not based on his will. A mistake that angered the man might bring disaster.