HP's return to innocence

The moment before stepping into the principal's office, Draco hesitated for a moment when he raised his foot - just for a second or two, but he did hesitate because he was afraid.He doesn't think he's done anything wrong, but he thinks his father probably thinks differently.

Of course, he will not change his mind because of his father's attitude, he is very firm.However, as a purebred Malfoy, right or wrong, just "I upset my father" is enough to make Draco struggle and fear.

The door opened, and Dumbledore sat behind his desk, while the Platinum Noble sat on a crimson fabric sofa that didn't quite match his appearance.

"Little Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Gaunt, nice to meet you." Dumbledore greeted warmly, and Lucius turned slightly, smiling and nodding to the two young people who came in.The enthusiastic but somewhat crazy old headmaster, the reserved and gentle nobleman, they all look the same, but with Drake and Guanmai, you just feel a tense atmosphere that makes your muscles tense.

It seems that before they came in, the leader of the White Wizard and the number two of the Death Eaters must not have been idle. It must have been a fierce and exciting battle of words, but unfortunately no audience appreciated it.

"Thank you very much for your help, Principal Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall." Lucius stood up and thanked him politely.

"I'd love to help a father who misses his son." Dumbledore stroked his long beard, which was braided and tied with a navy blue bow.

Lucius nodded to him, motioning for Drake and Crown to follow him out of the principal's office.They walked into an empty classroom next to the principal's office, and Draco thought Lucius would say something, and even scolded him-of course, aristocratic scolding, without any dirty words, but a weak person would Strand yourself with shoelaces for the first time.

But Lucius didn't open his mouth. Even when Drake and Crown added various protective spells to the classroom, he just turned his back to them, lowered his head, and traced the snake's head on the staff. After 10 minutes, he turned around.

Then, Draco, who was depressed by the silence just now, heard a sigh, and felt his father caressing the top of his head, gently and slowly.Draco raised his head cautiously, his father was watching him intently and melancholy, frowning slightly.

"Father?" Draco was a little overwhelmed, and then Lucius hugged him, and at this time Draco realized that his father had lost a lot of weight, obviously he had only been away for two months.

And Lucius just hugged him and patted him on the back.

But this frightened Draco. He would rather be scolded and cry bitterly—although it was embarrassing—but he didn’t want to face the current situation, which made him have a very, very bad feeling: “Father, you Scared me." He hugged his father's back tightly, and made no effort to hide his trembling, both vocally and physically.

Lucius let him go, but one of his hands was still on his son's shoulder, and his gray eyes looked directly into Draco's blue-gray pupils: "Take care of yourselves." He said with a serious expression.

"What's the matter?"

"Take care of yourselves." Lucius just repeated this sentence again, the difference is that he paused every word this time, and then he finally lowered his arms, He straightened his body arrogantly and walked towards the door.

"Do you think it's possible?" Draco grabbed his father's arm, and Lucius turned to look at him, frowning, eyes sharp and annoyed.

"Let go, Drake!" If it was normal, the son would have admitted his mistake in fear and backed away, but not now, and now Drake was completely blown away.That bad premonition was almost certain to be more than just a premonition, something dangerous and out of control must have happened, and his father would obviously have decided to face it alone.

Draco wanted to curse, to roar! ——Why did he come back to the present!He could have just let the little scorpion back, and then immediately took him away from the British wizarding world that was already rotten and festering, and there was no need to save it!

Even earlier, when his parents died, or at the earliest, when the Malfoys were imprisoned, he should have left to see Malfoy's glory in another place.Of course...it's not his parents' fault that he didn't leave, he just couldn't let them go, or maybe he wanted to stay in the place where they had their aura...

"You thought you were already a Malfoy—an adult Malfoy." Lucius raised his chin and asked in a questioning tone. He thought that this would make his son let him go and promise him that he would be an adult. What Malfoy should do - protect himself, his mate and cubs.

But Drake didn't do that, he still looked at him fiercely, without the elegance of aristocrats, but like a raging wolf, Lucius had to admit, for a moment, even he was Scared.

"Mr. Lucius Malfoy, even if you are Draco's father, I can't allow you to make him cry--it's so bitter to say that, but that's exactly what I mean." Crown put his hand on the He touched Draco's shoulder, and patted it lightly, and Draco's tense muscles slowly relaxed with his movements, but he still did not let go of his father.

"Your analogy is too exaggerated, I didn't cry." Draco said bluntly with a sullen face.

"Of course, you didn't." Crown moved closer to him, almost wrapping his arms around him, so the smell of gunpowder in the air was finally not so strong.

"I've always been jealous of you, Lucius." Guan Guan looked at the platinum nobleman, "Because this guy will always be a child who hasn't grown up when facing you, of course, judging from his performance just now, he has finally grown up Once, Intervention turned against his father. You can't just leave him here, or he'll storm out of Hogwarts."

Lucius sighed for the third time, and his son's violent reaction was indeed beyond his expectations: "There are indeed some things that are not very good, but believe me, it will not cause my life to be in danger."

"Really?" Draco asked, looking into his father's eyes.

"Really." Lucius stroked his hair, the furious wolf disappeared, and his obedient little dragon returned.

"Then why did you say that before?"

"Can't Slytherin be emotional?"

"..."

Lucius left, with his son's blessing kiss, and under the jealous stare of his daughter-in-law (??), he walked towards the gate of Hogwarts.

"Did you elaborate on what 'sensibility' your father meant?"

"I don't believe it." Draco replied simply.

"So……"

"No, since Peverell hasn't even sent us a letter, it means that the thing that made my father feel dangerous must be extremely secretive, and secret..."

"Voldy."

"I'm so conflicted," Draco said after a few seconds of silence, hoping that the danger was just emotional, so that Draco would accept anything as long as his father was alive.But on the other hand, he hopes that the danger is only caused by power, wealth or some other stupid thing, so his father's life is in danger, but...

"Okay, don't be too irritated, let's go and throw the name into the Goblet of Fire, I don't want to miss today." Guan Dian found a topic to divert Draco's attention, and at the same time leaned over to kiss the corner of his lips .

Draco kissed him back, becoming that gentle angel again.