The hand that belonged to an adult wizard, a pure-blood noble, and a strict father tightly grasped Draco's hand. He pinched Draco tightly, as if his son would be taken away in front of him again. His gray-blue eyes, which were exactly the same as his son, glanced sharply, scanning Draco from head to toe. From time to time, violent fluctuations burst out from his eyes, as if there was something. He saw something that he hated.
I am done. I'm done, I'm done, I'm done.
This sentence echoed over and over in Draco's mind, what he had done, and what would happen if these things reached his father's ears. Only now did these come back to his thinking.
He was so nervous that he couldn't breathe normally. He could only purse his lips tightly and look at his father from under his drooped eyelids to see how bad that livid face was. He was so shocked by that face that he only dared to look at it. Lucius's dusty robe corner.
"...Father, Father..." He was a little flustered, but tried his best to call calmly.
Lucius remained silent, and raised the silver snake staff that symbolized the position of the head of the family. Draco's heart also lifted, but then he put the snake staff down again, and then Draco received a tight hug. In Draco's impression, hugs like this didn't happen often after he was three years old. The man's strong arms hugged him tightly, and in his arms was the warmth and smell of his father.
Regret and embarrassment surged up in Draco's heart uncontrollably. He didn't discuss it with anyone before coming here, and he didn't leave a word to the school or his parents. Felton said he was coming, and Felton said Harry might die. He followed forcefully.
Maybe it was because the consequences he imagined at the time were so terrifying that he had no time to be afraid of other things.
Draco looked at Lucius. His father, who had always been perfect and had no flaws at all, was wearing a wrinkled robe, and the hem and cuffs were stained with white and yellow dust. His blond hair, which had always been neat and shiny, was now messy and lackluster, and in a place like this, In this weather, Lucius's lips were even chapped.
Now think about it, my father is like this, what about my mother?
Draco couldn't help but feel a little scared.
He relaxed a little and felt a little more emboldened by the hug. He tried to speak and apologize properly: "Father..."
Snapped! !
A heavy slap fell on Draco's face, so hard that his legs were so weak that he almost sat on the ground with his face covered.
And this slap followed closely behind that hug. Less than five seconds.
The slap was hard and cold, and the left side of Draco's face was so painful that it quickly became red and swollen. Although he knew in his heart that there would be such an end, Draco himself was a little weirdly in disbelief - although Lucius was extremely strict with him, he had never really touched him, let alone such a shameless slap. public area!
Father - completely pissed off. Draco came to this conclusion in despair.
But when Lucius spoke, he was calmer than Draco - or rather not calm.
"How did they deceive you? Did they tell you that doing this would achieve great things? It would give you a bright future? What did that bastard James Felton say to you?" Lucius' throat felt like there was a sharp thorn, He didn't yell loudly, nor uttered any curses to torture his only son, nor did he directly pull him to apparate. He just said sharply and hoarsely, "Tell me, Draco, what kind of charming words have you been subjected to?" Deceived? How did he bring you here from Hogwarts?"
"No coaxing, no promises of achievement and future," Draco subconsciously resented such sharp questioning. All the words Felton had said to him suddenly came to mind. Lucius's behavior in the Ministry of Magic was at least a cold-shoulder. He didn't take into account the fact that Harry was his friend and Sirius's godson, and his adjective for Felton also successfully stung Draco. It was the future version of Draco, a possibility of Draco, but now his father regarded him as such. He couldn't help but retort for Felton, "He's just——" He seemed to have a lump in his throat. He wanted to say many things but couldn't say them out, and he couldn't reflect on this matter. He couldn't say anything more disrespectful, "He just - told me everything." He said with a pinched neck, "I chose to come here."
Another slap landed on Draco's face with a sound, this time the slap was so angry and urgent that he sat on the ground. After receiving these two slaps, Draco felt a little better, but soon the boy was grabbed by his father's collar.
"If you were my son, you shouldn't say such childish words," Lucius approached him and hissed, "Do you realize what kind of soil you are stepping on? Almost everyone in the world is avoiding this This disaster place in the center of the world, if you hadn’t been standing here, I wouldn’t have dared to imagine that my son would be in such a place!”
"Of course I know where this is, father!" Draco tilted his head, his cheeks hurting, but he was unwilling to be scolded by his father, "I knew it before I set foot here - because I have never been deceived. What are you going to do!"
"-No, you don't know, you were bewitched by him, by them." Lucius was shocked and heartbroken, and at the same time he was extremely disappointed. Draco's words didn't sound like a Malfoy, but what surprised him the most was that he What paid attention to was Draco's tone and eyes, which he would never have seen before, "Who do you think you are? Whose father do you think I am? Do you think--"
"There is no Imperius Curse, deception, or confusion potion," Draco frowned, his chin lifted unconsciously, and his originally meek and lowered eyes looked directly at his father, "——It's all me - myself I’m going to do this. I’m going to do it myself.”
"Your speech and consciousness are even confused, have you noticed, Draco?" Lucius scanned every detail of the boy from the corner of his eyes: covered in dust, smelling of cum and burnt, his cuffs in tatters, There were bloodstains on his shirt that annoyed him, but judging from the boy's expression and any exposed body part, he was not injured, and judging from those two slaps, he was exhausted.
This level of encounter was still within the tolerable range - but Lucius would never allow the situation to go any further.
"...You come home with me." Lucius picked up the boy, pulled his arm, and whispered, "Your mother doesn't know about this yet, we--we must go to St. Mungo's first to see if there is any Other injuries, and you must give me an explanation, and from now on, you are never allowed to take the initiative to contact this place again——"
"-Why?!" Draco realized something was wrong, and he shook his arm hard to pull it out of his father's palm. If he had not dared to resist his father like this before, but he didn't realize this at all now, He then realized that his father was taking him away, "I don't-I don't need to go! It's completely safe now, father, and why can't I-"
"Just because this place is a big trouble, and you can't be safe from this trouble at all, it doesn't make sense... No, I won't explain more to you," Lucius's eyes stared intimidatingly Looking at his son, he said, "I thought that as your father, my words are still useful. Have you forgotten how I taught you? Is this how I taught you to disobey your father?"
His gaze gave Draco a stinging illusion, and he struggled harder and harder. But in the last few attempts, he succeeded. Lucius' originally prepared disembodiment failed to activate, and he had to add another ignore spell, because there were everywhere here. They were all mutants, and the one he came in with was almost useless.
Draco also saw his father's movement of casting a spell - his father was not a skilled dark wizard, and casting a spell couldn't just be done by raising his hand. He could recognize the Ignore Curse just by looking at the gesture.
"No, father, you can't just do this!" Draco thought of many things in an instant. Looking at Lucius's livid face, he had to plead in a low voice, "I didn't suffer much, I didn't get any harm, no one kidnapped me. No one asked me to do anything with them - I just came to help my friend, Harry, he almost died. Now that the matter is over, I will go back to England with Harry, and nothing bad will happen now..." When a person is anxious, he can really say anything. When Draco noticed that Lucius's eyes were getting more and more restless, he realized what he had said.
Look what you're talking about, Draco Malfoy! That sounds like a brainless gryffindor! Or the kind of vulgar gryffindor who is so infatuated with beauty that he doesn’t care about anything! ! ! ! If this word spreads, you will become a laughing stock! Have you really not suffered? Are you really not hurt? Oh, stop lying! How did you lie so smoothly without even saying hello?
——But if he knew the truth, my father would kill me, he would! ! No matter if I am the only heir of the Malfoy family or not, or his son! I have to say this! Another voice in Draco's heart explained for himself.
Lucius took a deep breath, obviously he couldn't accept Draco's words.
"You're sick," he said, "or you're too tired to be delirious, Draco. Let's get out of here first, and then we can discuss other things." His voice became gentler, but he became more insistent on dragging Draco away. , Draco dodged instinctively, but the difference between an adult man and a twelve-year-old boy was of course not only due to height, he was caught very quickly. And when he was caught by Lucius for the second time, a burst of red energy rushed through Lucius's wrist. The latter grunted in pain and instinctively let go of his son's hand.
Draco turned his head, and a force greater than Lucius's strength pulled him away. His feet were dangling in the air, and he landed lightly like a piece of clothing a little further away, covering his limbs and Lucius's wrists. The red energy is a good indication of who is doing this.
Wanda stood there with her arms folded. She gently pressed down her raised palms, and Draco landed safely behind her. He was horrified to see her looking at his father with an expression that couldn't be said to be friendly. When he looked at his father again, he found that his father's Both feet were frozen with ice, and Lucius's expression was shocked and distorted, frozen at a very ugly angle. He huffed and puffed and took deep breaths repeatedly, as if he wanted to shout something out, but he held it back because of something.
Draco looked at the ice, suddenly turned his head angrily, and shouted: "harry——erik——xa——vi——er!!!"
A head with messy black hair poked out from the door of the tent where Wanda was standing. The moment he appeared, Lucius - although he was very restrained - almost threw all his bad emotions at the boy. He thought he had concealed his sight well, but Harry still felt as if an awl had pierced his face.
Harry slowly raised his hands with a 'this is an accident' expression on his face.
"——Pretend, keep pretending, don't tell me you don't know my father." Draco glared at him, "What are you going to do to my father?!"
"Actually, I didn't know that was your father until I actually saw it..." Harry raised his hands and tried to defend himself, but his calm posture and apology that was obviously not his style proved that he did it on purpose, "I'm very Sorry, Uncle Lucius, oh, let me introduce you, this is my sister Wanda. She has no ill intentions, but we all thought that an enemy who slipped through the net came here and wanted to sneak away a few hostages." He also added very seriously, "This It’s true, I was taken away like this once.”
"Of course I don't recognize your father," Wanda said nonchalantly, her face showing the ease of an adult woman, "I walked over and saw someone I didn't know pulling my brother's friend, and my reaction was very normal. "
Harry walked next to Draco, and Wanda removed the energy and let the boy down. Harry reached out and patted Draco's face, and his fingers touched the swollen part of Draco. The latter hissed and glared at him several times. Harry frowned. He moved slightly, and then he whispered a spell and covered it with his hand. After a while, there was no trace of the beaten area, and Draco no longer felt any burning pain because the area had been completely healed.
The expression on Lucius's face is getting weirder - the twelve-year-old student may not know it, but he has vision and experience. Every therapist at St. Mungo's has such good skills. What the Potter boy does is good for them. It's nothing, but even graduated Hogwarts students can't do it as fast and as well as he does, and most people don't even use a wand.
It was the first time that the head of the Malfoy family looked at the Potter boy so seriously. The black hair is like his father, and the green eyes are like his mother. Originally, there was a pair of round old-fashioned glasses to accentuate the similarity, but now there is nothing on the bridge of the boy's nose, and the person the green eyes are looking at is his own. Son, Lucius couldn't see any malice in it, but when he looked at himself, the boy's face showed slight dissatisfaction and then calmed down nicely.
This boy was extremely talented but had a gentle personality, which made Lucius feel uneasy. He has seen many geniuses, and geniuses are always arrogant. He has seen the most outstanding one. His father wanted to control him, but he was controlled by him. I heard that many years ago, he was also a well-behaved and considerate student who received many awards. Lucius could not deny that he had been obsessed with such a person before, but this kind of thing could not happen again.
"...I don't know who you are thinking of, Uncle Lucius." Harry suddenly said, "But if you want to use the word control - then you are not friends." He said seriously, "And I sincerely and Draco is a friend."
Legilimency! Lucius's fingers began to tremble unconsciously. How could a twelve-year-old know Legilimency? No, there are actually precedents. Some wizards are naturally good at this, just like Animagus...
Lucius's mind was spinning rapidly.
Harry sighed longly. When a person starts to think about things, he won't listen to anything, so he simply won't explain it again.
"Where else did he hit you?" Harry whispered to Draco, and raised his arm to look left and right, checking carefully, "I'll treat you."
Draco slapped his hand away in anger: "He is my father, what do you think he will do to me! Whip me?!" He turned his back, raised his hand to cover his face, but felt that it was deliberate, no I felt hot again when I covered it.
I am truly friends with Draco.
It was a very light sentence, but Draco felt that his heart and face were burning together. An inexplicable emotion burned from his heart into his blood. He couldn't help but have wild thoughts about this sentence that could be said to be true. He wanted to repeat every word. I kept reciting it, and then the more I recited it, the more flavor it gained. It seemed that by reciting it several times, I could get the taste I wanted.
"Speaking like a line from a third-rate movie," he muttered, "and using your power on my father!"
"I didn't mean to do it," Harry explained, "I just can't control myself sometimes." Your father wasn't very guarded either - his true feelings almost fell out of his eyes.
The ice on Lucius's feet slowly melted, but his whole body was as stiff as if it had been frozen again. After taking a few deep breaths, he forced a smile.
"I'm glad you're okay, Harry," he acted as if nothing had happened, "but now - and I don't mean to spoil the fun - I have to take Draco away. He was kidnapped from school, His mother is worried that he hasn't written home. You don't need him now, do you? He's been so spoiled by me that he can't lift a brick without a wand." He could not suppress a hint of cynicism. .
You probably didn't know that he could not only move bricks, but he could even hold a sword and save Harry from an enemy a thousand times more powerful than him. So Slytherins... Godric hid it in Draco's pocket and laughed silently.
"I don't need him to have him here," Harry said confidently, "He wanted to save me, and he really saved me. He should be here - we just want to sit down and sit down when we can finally rest. Chatting together or doing something more meaningful together, you don’t have to worry at all, and there’s no need to be in such a hurry to take him back, he’s fine.”
For Harry, this kind of rejection to his elders was a rare act of toughness.
"If I want to take my son away, I can take him away. This should be the right of every father, if I'm not wrong." Lucius said slowly, obviously dissatisfied with such a refusal. , and Wanda, who had been playing with her mobile phone just now, sneered. She stuffed the phone back into her pocket, took a few steps forward and put her hand on Lucius's shoulder, calling to her brother not far away, "Peter!"
Before Harry and Draco could see clearly, a silver shadow flashed past, and Draco was shocked to find that his father was gone, leaving Wanda alone and texting leisurely.
"The parents want a meeting, and you and I must respect the wishes of your friend's father. This is what Charles asked me to tell you," she explained to the boys, pointing at Harry and then at herself, and finally waved. , "I think there's nothing for you to do here for the time being."
After saying that, he opened the tent and walked in. Scott's voice came from inside: "Hey, Wanda, when did you come!"
………………
The two boys walked side by side, looking for traces of Haierbo, even though one was worried about his father.
"I assure you, my dad is the best-tempered person in the world," Harry said as he walked away. "Your dad is still my cousin-in-law. Dad won't do anything to him. He is the kindest."
"How can the temper of your new father be praised?" Draco complained, "I took my father away without even asking him a word. Is that brother of yours a soldier of a communist country?" But he also You know, there's no point in complaining. If Charles wants to see his father, then even if his father doesn't want to go, Erik will force his father to go. It just so happens that his proposal was successful. Draco can imagine that such a man is completely obedient to Charles. Shun, I don't want him to be unhappy at all.
"They just want to talk... What's wrong with you?" Harry asked in confusion as he watched Draco sit down on the stone next to him.
"I can't walk anymore." Draco replied briefly. But in fact, he was just angry with Harry because of his father's matter, and deliberately didn't want to move forward, "My ankle is sprained."
Liar. Harry saw through his thoughts at a glance. However, they were a bit far away from the camp. If Draco was allowed to sit here, the search time would probably increase.
He thought for a while, and suddenly a novel idea came to him, so he squatted in front of Draco.
"...What are you doing?" Draco's mouth twitched.
"Come up, buddy." Harry said with a smile, "You sprained your ankle, I'll carry you."
