HP: Embrace the Darkness

Out of Lucius's line of sight, Draco became visibly active. He asked all the ravens and went to harass his brother.

While Asseth focused half of his attention on dealing with the overly excited Draco, he scanned every passing box without any trace, looking for that familiar figure.

Draco chatted enthusiastically for a long time, and gradually there was no answering voice around him.

Looking sideways in confusion, he found that Asseth was not paying attention to him at all, but was observing the surroundings.

Is there something wrong here?

Adhering to the belief that his brother must have a reason for doing this, Draco began to imitate Aces, looking around and observing carefully.

He looked at all the people passing by carefully, but after looking for a long time, he still found nothing.

Draco returned his gaze to Artes, staring at him boredly, trying to read some information from his face.

He didn't find the information, but he found that the clothes Ass was wearing today were a bit attractive.

He had deliberately counted just now. On average, for every five people passing by, three or four people's eyes lingered on his brother, mostly women.

Usually these eyes fall on him.

"Brother."

Draco resumed his harassing behavior.

Maybe it was because Artes was usually very indulgent towards him, so he was extra presumptuous in front of Artes.

If it were Lucius, he might just follow behind obediently.

Artes was so disturbed by this platinum peacock that was as noisy as a bee that he had no choice but to respond: "Please tell me what's going on. How do I know what you are going to do?"

"Brother, your clothes look really good today."

Draco's eyes were bright, and his gaze was almost glued to Asseth. How could he not see what Draco wanted.

"I'm going to see your godmother, and I remember didn't she give you clothes?"

Thinking of the all-white suits in the closet, Draco pursed his lips, "The clothes my godmother gave me are so cute, and most of them are white."

There is no flicker of light yet.

Draco didn't say this, but Aces knew him well, and when he thought about it, he knew that Draco thought white was too plain, and he immediately laughed.

"Isn't white bad? I guess mother thinks you look like a little prince when you wear it."

At one point, Artes understood Anna's thoughts very well. When he first saw Draco, he felt that he was like a pampered little prince.

Zi Xiaomu, this is what he thinks, which means Anna has similar thoughts, so she has to work hard to dress Draco up as the little prince.

"I'm fourteen years old."

Draco pulled off his clothes and straightened his back, trying to imitate his father.

"I'm going to be an adult soon and can't wear children's clothes."

This kid.

Aces couldn't help laughing, and coughed twice to suppress his smile under Draco's angry gaze.

"You still have three years to reach adulthood, so why worry? If you don't like those clothes, just write to your mother and tell her. She will understand you and tell her what she likes. I guarantee you will like the clothes I send you next time."

"It's not that I don't like it." Draco replied coyly. The clothes looked good, but he just felt they didn't fit his temperament.

The two chatted and laughed, and soon arrived at the box that Asses had booked.

It's almost time for the invitation.

Artes asked Susanna to stay in the box with Elise and Raven, while he took Draco to the box of the German Minister of Magic.

The German Minister of Magic is a true Quidditch fan. He has been preparing for this Quidditch World Cup for a long time and has prepared a lot.

There were even several magnified telescopes set up on tripods in the box for watching the game.

Draco saw the telescope, quietly pulled down the corner of Artes' clothes, and whispered in his ear: "Brother, do you think I can have one?"

Aces' steady steps paused in mid-air, and then he strode towards the German Minister of Magic.

"Thank you for the invitation, Secretary Schumacher."

The moment he saw Artes clearly, the German Minister of Magic raised a smile, and the beautiful woman beside him stood up to greet Artes.

"You look very beautiful today, Mrs. Schumacher. I believe our minister will be impressed by your grace again."

Gentleman Arthur took Mrs. Schumacher's fingertips and kissed her fingers.

Being praised by a man whose appearance and power were at the top made Mrs. Schumacher feel so comfortable that she could hardly hold back the smile on her lips. Not to mention that Ass's mouth was so sweet, and he praised them both at once.

Draco felt that if he saw it correctly, Mrs. Schumacher even had a hint of shyness on her face.

He quietly glanced at Asseth and compared it with himself from top to bottom.

Then my self-confidence exploded. I thought his brother was a bit more handsome, but he was still a little worse than him.

His hair is the most beautiful platinum blonde.

The best looking, bar none.

The platinum peacock, who had never been beaten up by society, was very confident. He stood beside Artes with fluffy feathers. He quickly attracted the attention of Minister Schumacher and his wife. It was the first time for them to see a child beside Artes.

Minister Schumacher spoke first.

"Look at my eyes, who is this?"

The corners of Asseth's lips raised slightly and he smiled gently.

"Draco Malfoy, my brother, my parents' godson, are all members of our own family, so this is not about coming over to meet the Minister to recognize him."

"Draco, why don't you say hello to Minister and Mrs. Schumacher?"

As soon as he received Ace's signal, Draco immediately raised his chin reservedly and greeted Minister Schumacher and his wife.

After all, he was a child carefully raised by the Malfoy family. He didn't lose his temper at the critical moment, and he was decent and eager.

Minister Schumacher had identified Draco's identity at first sight, and he just wanted to test Ass's attitude when he asked.

Now that Asseth has made it clear that he is one of his own, he will naturally not show disgrace to Asses.

He smiled and praised Draco. The lady beside him also accepted his words and praised Draco's excellence with a smile.

For them, it didn't matter whether Draco was outstanding or not, what mattered was his identity.

The godson of Cavendish and Muller, the heir of Malfoy, he could take any identity seriously, let alone the fact that these identities were now placed on the same person.

Draco was still a little uncomfortable with this kind of complimentary approach to getting closer, and the tips of his ears turned a little red after being praised.

He was praised so much that he didn't even know that he was the hope of the wizarding world.

Although he also felt that Potter was not as powerful as him, it would not be good to directly say that the savior was not as good as him in public.