Lucius felt that his cervical spine had been greatly tortured. The urge to vomit something from his throat made him uncomfortable, but just when he felt his feet finally stepped on the ground, a cup of hot water was thoughtfully handed over to him, and he was also supported by someone. .
"Oh, my God, are you okay, Mr. Malfoy?" The person holding him had a voice that made people feel friendly just listening to it. Even a person like Lucius could tell that there was no pretense in it. Good intentions, all genuine concern.
"Peter," in contrast, a cold, emotionless voice that sounded like a nightmare to Lucius said without sincerity, "You should treat Harry's friend's father more carefully."
"Don't say it so coldly, Mr. Malfoy is Harry's cousin-in-law." The person who was holding Lucius added, and pressed the back of Lucius's neck with his fingers, making him feel that his vomiting had calmed down a lot, "Peter, this is terrible. It’s not the etiquette of hospitality.”
"Uh huh huh," Lucius heard the young man who brought him here and walked very quickly humming a few times, "I'll pay attention next time -"
Even if a man said, "Don't be so cold," the way he moved was enough for Lucius to detect the coldness of his attitude. He judged angrily, but he knew that the man who had frightened him for many days was also here, and he did not dare to show any anger at all.
After a while, he finally sat down at the table in a decent manner, and the blue-eyed man opposite him, whom he had only met at the train station, personally brought him some wine, tea, and afternoon tea snacks to entertain him, but Lucius took it as a matter of course. He didn't have any appetite - he was about to vomit out his stomach during the process just now.
He pretended to accept the other party's kindness, picked up the fine porcelain tea cup and tasted the black tea, and looked at the two people opposite him from the corner of his eye. When his eyes swept over the man who was as cold as steel, his knees, the corners of his eyes, and the corners of his mouth, His cheeks and even his abdomen were throbbing with pain, and all the places hit by this man screamed danger at the same moment. Even though the wounds had all healed, Lucius still remembered the pain and the feeling of being pushed to the ground and being beaten without the strength to backhand, but he could only watch the other person walk past him easily after being so cruel. A feeling of humility and powerlessness.
At that moment, his self-esteem and face were thrown to the ground and trampled to pieces, but the other person didn't care at all, because to the other person, it was like dust, and he could blow it away if he wanted. The nightmare from years ago seemed to have reappeared. No matter how high the status or the Galleons were, Lucius could not become even a little dignified under the hands of a strong man.
The question is, what should he do now? The other party is obviously powerful and terrifying, and will not be moved by money. If they really 'ask for something', can he really escape by taking Draco away?
Lucius's fingers resting on the edge of the cup slid impatiently, his expression was unnoticeably tense, his throat rolled up and down, and his eyes unconsciously became anxious. All these small details were seen by Charles, which made the father who wanted to talk eagerly with the other father sigh slightly.
"Please - don't think that we are here to force you to submit. That is not the proper attitude of a qualified parent towards the relatives of his children's friends." While Lucius was still thinking, Charles spoke with utmost sincerity, " I'm sorry that our children are a little naughty." When he said 'us', the corners of Erik's lips turned up in an extremely forbearing manner, which made Peter curl his lips while watching, "But they just care about their little brother, especially Wanda - she is the eldest daughter in our family - she and Draco have gone through a period of supporting each other, Draco is a good child, and she likes him very much."
I'm afraid my sister is skeptical of this, Professor. Peter thought to himself. After all, Wanda said that Harry's classmate was very arrogant and the type of child she hated.
"...It's Draco's honor." Lucius said dryly, "But, with all due respect - I only have one purpose here, which is to bring him home." He pursed his lips and noticed Erik's face After not getting worse, he said a little more, "A twelve-year-old student suddenly disappeared from school...and he is my only son. I think you can understand how eager I am to The one he brought back, Mr. x□□ier, you only have one son, Harry."
"We have four children in our family. Of course I understand how it feels." When it came to the children, Charles' voice became gentler. "The youngest is not yet ten years old and is still a very well-behaved girl. , compared to those at home who are over ten years old, every time she goes to school we have to worry about whether something bad will happen to her, because she is completely unable to deal with bad people and bad things on her own - and parents are always worried. I have to say, if it weren't for an accident, we would never want to see our children appear in this kind of place." Charles said this, and he also raised his forehead, "If possible, I don't want Harry to appear here, we all People with children, Mr. Malfoy, we all understand."
Lucius snorted in his heart. Didn't he hear such hypocritical polite words too often? But Charles immediately said the next sentence: "But what is the actual situation? Before I say the next words, please don't think that I am doing unnecessary deception or excuse, because these words sound true. It's quite hypocritical - but Harry had seriously hoped that Draco would return to school for his safety. Maybe you don't know, but it was never a difficult thing for him to send Draco back to school, and just like Harry rejected my request Just like running here from home, Draco also rejected Harry's request. He acts on his own will. Why he came here is why he must act."
"I don't quite understand what you mean." Lucius was a little confused by these words. He frowned and swallowed all his dissatisfaction. He didn't know whether this was true or not, because the meaning behind it was very absurd: his son, a typical Slytherin, could not be influenced by adults or people stronger than him for a friend he considered very good. Will, running around in a place like this, and this group of weird mutants just let him do whatever he wants... This is not to say that slytherins don't have a heart to help their friends, but this is definitely not the way they help others! Slytherins are willing to help true friends, but will never step into danger easily.
"Actually, this doesn't sound like something my son could do." Lucius was always wary and suspicious, and in his heart Draco was deceived. Even if Draco said that, he still didn't think Draco had the courage to run here by himself, even if what he did might just be standing on this land. "He is not - such a reckless and bold child. Neither our family rules nor our family's code of conduct taught him to do this."
In fact, he wanted to say something brave, but with the anger he was accumulating now, he couldn't say that word smoothly.
"That's not reckless and bold," Charles sighed, "that's the bravery that belongs to children - all children will have it. When they grow up to be people like us, it may disappear. Having a brave heart is not important to children. It's not a bad thing, Mr. Malfoy."
Lucius' eyes were a little shaken. How could he not understand his son? His son was not very courageous. Breaking the double-sided mirror for his friends was beyond Lucius's knowledge, but Lucius believed that this behavior was the limit. He was only twelve years old and had no extra courage to squander. Because he has no extra experience to refer to, Lucius often prohibits him from taking risks to do something that cannot see the result or even the intrinsic good or bad.
But Draco is indeed changing, and he is not a cold-blooded child. Lucius understands this better than anyone else.
If there was any change in Draco from last time to this time, it would undoubtedly be that he became less like a Slytherin and less like a Malfoy.
"But, actually, he did more." As if he had read all Lucius's thoughts, Charles's lowered eyelashes trembled slightly. He looked at the healed wounds on his hands, and he couldn't tell whether they were caused by him. There has been pain. This war happened so suddenly that there were always things that were more worrying than pain. But looking back at the end, the process may be extremely difficult, but there are always gratifying things waiting for people to discover. "Children always grow up quickly... Just when I was still worried about Harry's safety, he had already rescued me with courage that surpassed that of an adult. And when Harry was also trying to let Draco escape safely, at the critical moment It was Draco who saved Harry and took him away from the enemy's temple."
He stood up and bowed deeply towards Lucius, who had a blank face, completely unable to understand the situation he was talking about, and the sudden solemnity.
"I asked Peter to invite you here because I want to solemnly thank you, Mr. Malfoy." He raised his head, his blue eyes shining brightly in the bright sun outside the window, "If Draco hadn't tried his best to save Harry, , there is no chance that my son will survive - please don't think I am exaggerating and adding some praise for Draco, this is completely my conclusion after hearing the whole process. Let me tell you, Harry did the wrong thing before. , he underestimated Draco's will, and Draco is wiser, courageous and willful than he imagined, than we imagined, and than you imagined - he saved Harry's life, Mr. Malfoy, please do the same in the future. Don't be afraid of anything, and don't blame Draco for his adventurous endeavors. That would be too underestimating yourself and Draco - I hope that both you and I can remember his feat: relying on himself at the age of twelve. Rescued his friend in the most dangerous place in the world."
"We always think that children are still young, but I thought about it carefully and thought that they have the ability to create such miracles," Charles said with a smile, thinking of his students who were more mature and brave than expected, and thinking of ten years ago. Peter, think about Wanda who just wanted to kill Tony Stark not long ago, and Harry who obviously killed all the ghosts, but hugged himself and cried bitterly, "Maybe we will worry about them to death, we will feel that there is no Fulfill the duty of protection of parents... But looking back, this may not be a bad thing. Just like all good things in the world, they will always have a wonderful process. We may not be able to do anything, but at least, please don’t always Tell them 'no, don't do it'."
His eyes moved to his hand, and he couldn't help but smile when he saw the diamond ring.
——Those things that have happened, there are always some things that are better and much better than the victory of the war itself.
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Draco is not heavy at all.
Harry carried Draco on his back in a very standard posture - this standard means that Draco's arms were wrapped around his neck, and he was lying on his back, and his legs were held by Harry, and he used a comfortable posture Harry was carrying him on his back. Normally, this situation may not happen. Everyone knows that r□□enclaw's savior boy is as sick as a root vegetable as soon as winter comes. This kind of body is not considered strong. However, Harry was currently in an abnormal state of power surge, so it was more than enough to carry Draco on his back.
Halbo, who they had just found in a far away place, was tightly wrapped around his arm - this basilisk could be said to be very loyal, but unfortunately the battlefield was too big. He remembered Harry's instructions not to He can change back at will. His small size makes it very easy for him to get lost. K□□en just threw it away. If he hadn't made an agreement with Harry, K□□en would have directly used Tianqi's authority to open a new one. The basilisk had already bitten the space door.
I am also someone who can do this kind of thing. When Harry carried Draco on his back, he thought with great satisfaction that although he had not been good at any sports since he was a child and had to wrap himself up like a bear in the winter, he was now able to do some more manly things - such as carrying Draco on his back. Pick up a companion who can't walk, even if he's pretending.
To be honest, he is indeed a very good means of transportation. He is good-looking, has steady steps, speaks softly, has a gentle temper, is careful and considerate, and will never make Draco feel bumpy or boring on his back, nor will he be too overbearing. Mediocrity disgusts the person being carried. And even though he was being carried forward comfortably like this, Draco didn't let go of Harry. At least Godric, who was in his pocket, covered his ears, as if he couldn't hear Draco talking endlessly while being carried away by Harry. Talking about his terrible appearance.
Godric understands better than anyone that Slytherins may not be scary, but Slytherins who turn over old scores are particularly scary.
"...You dropped your wand, I don't even understand what you were thinking, wand!" Draco's voice was like an awl on a balloon, "A wizard must not lose something! What should you do without your wand?" ...No, don’t speak, I know you are not a normal person!”
The corner of Harry's mouth twitched: "Before I went to buy a wand, I could use magic... It's nothing. In my opinion, it's like a policeman throwing away his gun. As long as he can still shoot, it's nothing."
But even if he said that, Harry still couldn't help but feel heartache when Draco mentioned the wand - that wand was really a good friend.
"I think you want to give Granger some small gifts or original copies when you go back," Draco muttered, leaning his lips against Harry's ear, whispering there with great satisfaction, "If she hadn't had an IQ above the standard, she would have Follow Longbottom and Weasley to retrieve the bottle of unicorn blood, and you will be killed by Lockhart."
"Are you suggesting that I also give you a small gift?" Harry joked with him, "After all, Draco, you are the one who really saved me."
"If it's some cheap stuff that can be found everywhere, don't ask me to accept it," Draco said, not polite at all. "You're not short of money anyway - my dad will definitely not buy me a new broom in the next few years." Yes, he was furious."
"It doesn't matter," Harry said, "My father will persuade him, I promise."
Draco snorted and leaned his head closer. He instinctively enjoyed the opportunity to be close to Harry. The closer he got to Harry, the matter about the pair of rings and Felton's affairs kept spinning in his mind, giving him a headache. However, when he got closer to Harry and talked to him, Draco was not very good at it. Think about those things.
Maybe it's because I don't have any brothers. he thinks. He had shared a pillow and a quilt with Harry, and their bare feet had been wrapped around each other, but none of these made him feel as comfortable as the closeness he felt now. It was as if it was winter and Harry was a big hand warmer. He buried his head in the crook of Harry's neck and wrapped his arms tightly around his neck. Except for the indescribable bitter taste of medicine that occasionally drifted from Harry's body, he was very satisfied with everything.
To be honest, he kind of hoped to go back to Hogwarts later. He couldn't dominate Harry like this in school. There were always all kinds of people in school, and everyone seemed to be unable to live without asking Harry a question, just like Granger. It’s all for nothing.
Snap. Harry took out a hand, patted his face, and continued walking back with Draco on his back. The latter looked at him patting his face, and was quite puzzled: "You feel very hot?"
No, it's because you keep breathing on my neck. Harry shook his head with a bit of sadness and indignation. This was the sadness of a person who had been given artificial respiration. There were some small feelings in his heart that he couldn't say out loud at all, so his face was extremely calm: "Oh, it's a little hot. .”
Two twelve-year-old boys were still in a very hot place, one carrying the other on his back. It was indeed quite hot. Draco nodded and continued to enjoy the treatment of being carried. This was quite strange for him - his father would not carry him, and being carried by others would be disrespectful to a pure-blood noble. , now it feels quite novel to enjoy being carried around by Harry in a place like this.
Step by step, Draco hoped that this road would end slowly.
If Harry were to read his mind now, he would regretfully point out: When you are so angry and pretending that you can't walk anymore, you have no dignity left as a pure-blood nobleman, Draco.
"The Ministry of Magic probably had its head chewed by trolls this time," Draco said. "When you go back and ask your fathers to deal with them, they will bully the weak and fear the strong. Give them a few good looks and they won't dare." Maybe. It was because of his family background and background that Draco criticized the civil servants for not having any psychological burden, "Why are you all so good-tempered?"
"Uncle Erik has a bad temper. Don't talk nonsense. I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask Dad and Uncle Erik for this matter... eh?"
Harry was mid-sentence when suddenly, two shadows cast towards them from behind. Two figures stood quietly behind them, and Harry didn't notice at all.
He immediately turned around with Draco, and the cold air blew across the soles of his feet, freezing the opponent's feet... But after seeing the face of the visitor clearly, Harry almost let go and threw Draco to the ground. Not to mention him, even him With Draco on his back, he climbed down neatly, fearing that he would be beaten if he stayed for a moment longer.
Sirius Black and Severus Snape were standing in front of them. The two men were both holding their own wands, looking embarrassed. They stood side by side with expressionless faces, as if they had never fought to the death. They had the same black robes, the same messy black hair, the same sharp eyes, and the same Their expressions - they all looked at their godson without blinking an eyelid.
"Teach, godfather..."
"......Sirius......"
Draco and Harry looked at each other, desperately seeing the word 'done' in each other's eyes.
