HP's return to innocence

Although the Muggle car was more stable than Apparation in terms of transportation, its speed was beyond praise. By the time they got home, it was already evening.The Malfoy Manor under the night looks a bit gloomy—in fact, most of the castles under the night, including Hogwarts, look uncomfortable.

But even this gloomy castle now makes Draco feel comfortable and at ease from the bottom of his heart-this is the feeling of "coming home"... He couldn't help squinting his eyes, and there was a smile on his face. A languid, sly, and, as Potter called it, an evil smile that belonged to a former Draco Malfoy.

"My son, if you want to use this kind of smile to seduce a girl, it's still a few years too early." Narcissa, wearing a bright red fox shawl, walked over and raised her son's chin.

"Mom..." Draco raised his eyebrows helplessly, avoiding his mother's hand.Narcissa smiled and walked towards the castle first.And Draco waited in place for a while, knowing that his father waved his wand and ordered the car to run to the garage where Draco did not know at this stage, "Father, can I talk to you alone later?" ?”

"Of course, my little dragon." At this moment, Lucius felt that the most important thing his son wanted to talk to him was about Harry Potter, the savior, but at this stage, Lucius He didn't think it was a big problem, so he put his hands on his son's shoulders with a smile, and walked leisurely towards the manor with him, "But I think it's best to save this conversation for tomorrow, what you need now It's a hot bath, and a good dinner."

"You have always been so wise and wise, my father." After hesitating for a moment, Draco nodded. Although he was still in high spirits, he knew that he was really tired, and this state was obviously not suitable for conversation.

Lucius smiled with satisfaction, and patted Draco on the shoulder twice.

After taking a bath, Draco once again admired his father's wisdom in his heart. The hot bath was very comfortable, but it also exacerbated his fatigue.If it hadn't been for the mermaid in the bath to scratch his face, he would probably have fallen asleep.

At the dinner table, Narcissa let her blond hair loose and tied it with a silver ribbon, and she also changed a piece of clothing.However, this pure white long dress with silver evening primrose lace is obviously not the style of a wizard either.Beauty is indeed a woman's nature, and so is Astoria—although it cannot be said that they have lost to Muggles, they must admit that they have lost to Muggles' various fashions~

"How do you feel?" Narcissa didn't sit down immediately, but turned around generously, and the white skirt fluttered.

Draco froze for a moment, it was the first time he saw his mother, so... lively.

"You're like my sixth grader now."

Although this compliment is a bit exaggerated, Narcissa looks much younger now. This is certainly related to her daily maintenance, but it also has a lot to do with this long dress.The robes of wizards, especially nobles, will appear old and conservative because of their excessive pursuit of solemnity.

Narcissa smiled happily and sat back in her seat.

"Xiaolong, what did you say to make your mother laugh like a silly girl?"

Narcissa gave her husband a sideways glance, and Draco replied "honestly": "I just promised to accompany my mother to France after the semester is over."

"Oh, Merlin." Lucius moaned almost out of composure, so Narcissa gave him a second look, "You know, my dear son, some places are a paradise for women, but they are for men. Hell. Hiss..."

Lucius took a breath suddenly, and Narcissa's body unnaturally tilted a bit. Of course, she sat upright quickly.

In short, this family reunion dinner is still very good...

The next day was Christmas Eve.

Draco stuffed the diadem into a corkscrew, took two deep breaths, and walked out of the room.Narcissa is in the hall, only the elves decorate the Christmas tree.

"Mother, is father in the study?"

A disobedient little fairy was hit by Narcissa's petrification spell and fell vertically to the ground. When Drake came down, Narcissa was putting the little fairy's limbs into a perfect posture: "Have you forgotten?" , Xiaolong?"

Narcissa was finally satisfied—it was a pose similar to the white swan in Swan Lake in the Muggle ballet—and gave the little fairy a curing spell, and then used the levitation spell to float it to the top of the Christmas tree.It looks like it will be standing there by tomorrow morning.

"Yes, I forgot." Draco thought for two seconds, and soon smiled bitterly. He only remembered that his father said that he could talk to him today, but he forgot that Lucius would go out to attend the tea party of the nobles every year. .Although Christmas is a family holiday for both Muggles and wizards, it is also a good opportunity for social activities.

"Don't be so depressed, he will come back in time for Christmas Eve, it should be said, he can always come back." Narcissa thought that Draco was frustrated by this, she put down the ribbon in her hand, came over and kissed Son's forehead, "Would you like to come with me to decorate the Christmas tree? Or you can play with your broomstick, your father bought you a new Nimbus for two thousand, I know those old Hogwarts brooms very well situation."

"Mother……"

"Ok?"

"When you are around me, I always become like a child." He always becomes excited, a little reckless, and even forgets to think - sure enough, even if it happens again, he is still spoiled .

"Even if we are not by your side, you are still a child, but only belong to me and your father."

"I'll help you decorate the Christmas tree." Draco walked over with a smile.

"Xiaolong, what are you doing with an old hat box? Are there gifts in it?"

"Uh... it should be considered a gift..."

"For your father?"

"Yes."

"May I take a look at it?"

"Believe me, you'd better not watch..."

"I'm so jealous of your father."

"..." If you knew what was going on here, you wouldn't be jealous of your father.

There were only Narcissa and Draco for breakfast and lunch. Lucius finally came back around six o'clock, and he was very tired. , subconsciously rubbed his shoulders—maybe he didn't even notice that he had made such a movement.

So Draco decided to postpone the delivery of the "gift" for another two days. He didn't want his father to be overly frightened by fatigue...

Enjoyed their Christmas Eve dinner happily - Draco swore that the last glass his father drank was definitely not wine, but a digestive potion, because 20 years later, he would be the same.At the time, he did it in a serious manner, but seeing his father do it now... Draco couldn't help laughing.

But soon he couldn't laugh anymore, because Lucius came to him with a calm face, but his gray eyes were shining with excitement: "I heard that you have prepared a special treat for me." A gift, Xiaolong." While speaking, Lucius looked in Narcissa's direction.

Narcissa covered the lower half of her face with a fan, and looked over at the same time.So Lucius smiled at his wife, seemingly gentle, but actually showing off.Although there was a fan in front of her, just looking at Narcissa's burning eyes, she knew that she must be gnashing her teeth at this moment.

She knew that this would be the result of telling Lucius, but she was curious, what kind of gift her son prepared for Lucius, it was so carefully protected, and it was not even placed in the pile of gifts under the Christmas tree.Of course, she also likes the perfume her son gave her - this is a wizard, even if he doesn't open the gift, he can know what's inside.

It wasn't an ordinary stuff that could be bought for Galleons outside—the so-called ordinary stuff, a small bottle was enough for the Weasley family to eat for a year—it was made by her little dragon herself.

The gifts given to her were all made with such care, so the ones given to Lucius... knew it would be sad, but she was still very curious.Such a complicated mother's mood~ Narcissa really wants to bite the handkerchief~

"That thing is actually not a gift in the usual sense. In fact...it should be called a surprise." Of course, it can be said to be a shock, "So I think we should..."

Lucius, the melancholy platinum aristocrat Malfoy, has gray eyes full of understanding, tolerance, and feelings such as "Don't worry, I won't be sad if you don't tell me".

"..." Tongueless is the description of Draco's current state, so - "I'll go upstairs to get it, can you wait for me in the study, father?"

"Of course, my little dragon." Lucius showed a satisfied, smug and comfortable smile, and walked towards the study with noble steps.

Draco said Merlin in his heart, and went upstairs to get the old hat box full of depression.

A few minutes later, Drake knocked on the study door.

"Father, before I give this thing to you, I think I need to explain to you in detail what it is."

Lucius nodded, and became more curious at the same time, could it be a weird ancient thing?Or some sort of Muggle item?

"First of all, I want to confess to you that I took a night tour at Hogwarts, and then, I found a secret room..."