Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 57 Malfoy Godson

On Friday night, Draco was brought back to Malfoy Manor by his father.

"Let me see if you're hurt, Draco."

Narcissa only had time to ask a question before Draco was dragged into the study by his father.

"Lucius, don't be too harsh, he is still a child." Narcissa's voice came in before the study door closed, but her father did not give a reply.

"Father……"

Draco looked at his father with some fear. He had never seen his father so serious. This made him, who had the biggest characteristic of his character "counseling", not know what to say for a while.

"I have to tell you something seriously so you can make some changes."

Lucius sat on a gorgeous chair inlaid with silver trim, stroking the snake-headed cane with his right hand, staring at Draco with light gray eyes, "But before that, you need to finish reading it."

The cane hit the ground, and a thick book on the desk floated up and landed in front of Draco. He reached out to catch it...or hug it more accurately.

[Malfoy Family History], Draco saw the name on the cover of the book.

"Time is limited, I don't need you to read intensively, but at least you need to understand a general idea."

Lucius took out his pocket watch and looked at it, and said, "From now on, I've prepared a potion for you to resist drowsiness. Also, if you need to find Hera, Dobby is very busy."

A series of instructions did not give Draco time to speak at all.

"I'll come to see you tomorrow morning, so..."

Lucius pointed to the tome in Draco's arms, "There will be a result before tomorrow morning."

"Boom."

Looking at the closed study door, Draco was a little dazed.

He didn't know what happened at all. According to his thinking, his mother should have asked him to come back, but now it seemed that all of this was ordered by his father.

But... why?
Looking at the tome in his hands, Draco really couldn't figure it out.

However, he was an obedient child, especially what Lucius said. He never refuted his father and respected his father's suggestions and decisions.

"Phew, it looks like...it's been a sleepless night."

Walking to the desk, slowly opening the book, Draco read this voluminous family history under the night light.

In fact, it's not that hard for him:

First of all, as a pure-blood nobleman, he has the habit of reading books since he was a child. If he is focused enough, it may be difficult to read this book roughly, but there is definitely no problem in skipping and reading.

Secondly, he knew the history of the Malfoy family since he was a child. Although he hadn't read this book, he had read other family histories, and he thought there would be some overlap between the two.

Based on the above two reasons, he didn't think his father's task was too difficult.

He just didn't understand why his father did it, but there would be an answer in the morning, wouldn't he?

This night, Draco read hard, and with the help of the magic potion, he didn't feel tired until the morning light burst out—it was just that his eyes were a little dry after reading all night.

"Knock, knock, knock."

There was a knock on the door, and Draco looked at the study door suspiciously... Who would come here so early?

"Come in," Draco said.

"You want a little breakfast, Draco." Narcissa appeared at the door, dragging the dinner tray in her hand, her eyes were a little red and swollen, and she looked like she had cried.

"Oh, Mom, what's wrong with you?" Draco stood up, pointing to his eyes, "I mean your eyes, it looks like..."

"I'm fine, Draco, I'm fine."

Narcissa put the dinner plate on the table, removed the books, and put the milk and cake on the desk, "Eat quickly, your father will be coming soon, he has something to tell you."

"You always have to tell me what's wrong with you, or I won't eat." Draco lost his temper. He knew that his mother had nothing to do with him, especially when he threatened him with a hunger strike.

"Your father will teach you."

Narcissa took out a silk handkerchief and wiped the tears from the lower corners of her eyes, "I tried to dissuade him, I hope you will grow up and receive education from the Malfoy family, but he refused."

"Like the ancestors in the book, receive the necessary education from the family?" Draco wondered, "Of course there is no problem, my father also came here in this way."

"But he's not happy."

After Narcissa finished speaking, she pulled Draco to sit on a chair, and motioned him to have breakfast, "We originally wanted you to have a happy childhood, and we will train you in the fourth and fifth grades..."

Speaking of this, Narcissa burst into tears again, which made Draco very puzzled... So what if it was a few years earlier?
"Eat quickly, son, your father will tell you everything later." Narcissa wiped away her tears, stroked Draco's light blonde hair, and watched him eat the cake and milk.

Draco was full of doubts in his heart, but he was patient enough to wait for his father to give an answer, but the eyes of his mother looked at him...

What the hell happened?
"Anyway, you have to remember, Draco, that Mom loves you."

After Draco finished eating, Narcissa bent down and hugged her son tightly, then she got up and was about to leave, but before going out, she couldn't help but look back at Draco.

"Don't talk back to your father, he's all for you, for the good of the Malfoy family."

Draco nodded dully, watched his mother leave, and was alone in the study in a daze - he couldn't understand why his mother looked so far away.

"Crack."

The door was pushed open, and Lucius Malfoy walked in. He was wearing a very formal wizard robe, with the Malfoy family crest pinned on his chest, and he acted boldly and seriously.

It's not uncommon for him to behave like this from his father, but he never does this to himself...

"Sit down and talk."

Lucius swung his cane, a seat was pulled over by magic, and stopped in front of the desk, and Draco sat on it obediently.

"I didn't expect it to be so soon, but the time has come," he said solemnly.

"Father, I don't understand what you mean." Draco frowned.

"Like the ancestors, let you become a real Malfoy, that's what it means, is there any doubt?"

"I've always been..."

"It's just the last name."

Lucius interrupted him, "We are pure-blood wizards, we are one of the 28 saints, we live in Wiltshire, England, and we have our own manor."

During the series of words, Draco kept nodding, he knew what his father said.

"But it's just what you see."

Lucius twisted the cane, and a wand was pulled out from the cane. He flicked the wand lightly, and the tome [Malfoy Family History] floated between the two of them.

He waved his wand again, and the tome of the book was opened with a "crash", and then a mist floated out of it, and then slowly dispersed.

In the dispersed mist, a mirage appeared, and in the mirage, the battlefield appeared.

Arrows are like rain, spears are like forest, warriors in iron armor are fighting each other, and fallen horses scream in pain.

Accompanied by the tragic mirage, there are shouts from far and near, there are roaring charges, there are dying calls for help, there are generals giving orders, and there are speeding horses sending messages.

"The Battle of Hastings, where the Malfoy family of England was born..."

Lucius' deep voice sounded slowly after the mirage.

　Malfoy, Malfoy, glorious Malfoy~~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)