HP's return to innocence

Grindelwald conjured another chair, a footstool, and a coffee table.

"Please sit down, Mr. Malfoy." Grindelwald said, putting his feet on the footstool and knocking on the coffee table at the same time, "I really envy you young people, especially when all the bones in my body are protesting." when."

A plate of snacks, a pot of black tea and several cups appeared on the coffee table, which was really weird. Draco knew that it must be a house elf brought by Grindelwald, but he couldn't help but wonder if it was Huo Gwartz has one or even a few elves, secretly, at his beck and call.

Regardless of the change in psychology, Drake's expression did not show any flaws. He even smiled and thanked Grindelwald, sat opposite him, and took a sip of black tea: "It's delicious." Drake praised, Even if he didn't care what taste was on his tongue.

"Oh~ I forgot that we still have a little guest." He tapped the table lightly again, and a milk bottle appeared on the coffee table, "Please use it."

"You are so thoughtful." On the surface, he picked up the bottle with surprise, tested the temperature, and stuffed it into the little scorpion's mouth. In fact, Drake had contradictory thoughts in his heart that "he will hurt the little scorpion, and he will not hurt the little scorpion". One was struggling, and finally he chose to deny it, but he had no doubt that even Grindelwald could hear the nervous beating of the heart in his chest.

Five minutes passed like this. If it weren't for the dilapidated tables and chairs around, the thick dust on the floor, the cobwebs in the corners, and Drake's blood-stained dress, it would have looked like a warm afternoon tea party.

In fact, this is also a contest. The person who can't help but talk about "business" will lose. If he is facing other people or changing the environment, then Drake is confident that he can win this contest, but not now. Not with his defenseless son and the most dangerous enemy by his side.

He would rather admit defeat, he must get to the point as soon as possible, even if he has to lose something, even his own life, it is enough for Scorpius to be safe.He still had his father, and Diadem... he knew that the guy wouldn't hurt the little Scorpion even if he was mad, even if he had threatened it like that, but Draco just knew he wouldn't.

So, after the little scorpion was full and hiccupped, Drake kissed his son's forehead: "Mr. Grindelwald, please tell me what you want, and I am willing to do everything I can to satisfy you."

"I think you've misunderstood me. I'm not a robber or a kidnapper, Mr. Malfoy. I'm actually just doing you a favor by inviting you and your son. Of course, after you accept my help, if you like, I hope you can clear up one of my doubts and do me a little favor."

"A little favor?"

"Yes." Grindelwald smiled, and blinked at Drake-this thing reminded Drake of another old man, "Family, family, family, those things that make people addicted and protect warmth."

Draco's back felt a chill instantly: "It seems that you have already met my father before me and my son."

"Danny, please bring another Mr. Malfoy." Grindelwald said, took a small biscuit, and stuffed it into his mouth with a smile on his face.

After the explosion, Lucius Malfoy was thrown on the floor next to him.Draco couldn't resist the urge to scream, but couldn't help but knelt down beside him as fast as he could. His father was not in good condition, his platinum blonde hair was covered with dried blood scabs, and his shirt was torn. Bloodstains, but the black trousers can't see anything for the time being.

Drake held the little scorpion in one hand, and with the other hand brushed away the long hair that covered his father's face, and what he saw was a haggard blue-gray face: "Little dragon..."

"Father." He touched his father's cheek, the temperature of the skin was so cold that it chilled him.

"So, are you willing to clear up my doubts, Drake? I think at my age, I should be able to call you that, Drake."

"Do you really think you have time to talk to me about this, Mr. Grindelwald?"

"Only young people are always in a hurry. Old people always have time." Grindelwald sighed, "although in fact we don't have much time."

"I mean, you do have time, but the other one doesn't. He doesn't have much time to live, and before that his mojo is running out, yet as a leader, when needed, he But must stand at the forefront until death."

Draco looked directly at Grindelwald, and for the first time he saw negativity on his face, if only for a moment.He frowned, and Draco felt that he was evaluating the truth of what he said, and the next second, he stood up.With his back straight and menacing, he is no longer a gentle old man, but an overlord.

He strode out, but it didn't mean that the three Malfoys were free. Four wizards in black robes walked in: "Your wand, sir." One of them said this to Draco, politely but stiffly and forcefully.

Draco took out his wand, held it backwards, with the tip of the wand facing himself: "My father needs treatment."

But the other party still took his wand and just told Draco: "Your father is not hurt now."

Just "now" and not?Anger is not enough to describe Draco's mood at the moment, but what can he do?Next, Drake thanked Grindelwald for the first time. When he left, he didn't disappear the black tea, snacks, tables and chairs, and even left a blanket - when he sat on the chair, he used It covers its legs.

Drake put the little scorpion on a chair and wrapped his father in a blanket: "I thought you were hiding." While carefully feeding Lucius with black tea, Drake couldn't help but Whisper.

"I did hide." Lucius didn't hide this, "But I obviously still don't know enough about my own charm——Malfoy is always the most dazzling one, and the one who attracts the most attention, isn't he?"

Draco smiled, his father would always be his father.