HP's return to innocence

For a long time, Drake's surroundings were extremely chaotic. Based on the sound, he knew that in addition to Mrs. Hodge, Professor McGonagall and Dean Snape were also here. Even Professor Sprout also came.

"His arm is dislocated and a bit misaligned, I think we'd better let Bobby handle it." This was Professor McGonagall's voice, and Draco didn't hear Snape's voice, only heard Neville sobbing Crying while explaining something.

"Professor Snape...I...Malfoy...we..."

"Draco Malfoy, you are so handsome!"

With a scream, Draco almost choked on his own saliva and was almost exposed, but he finally held it back--I can be sure that the screaming girl must not be Slyerin, because Draco didn't recognize the voice, and because ...

"Five points from Gryffindor for loud noise!" It was Professor Snape's voice. "I think I can take 'brave' Mr. Malfoy away?"

It was a question, but it was an affirmative sentence, and then Draco felt himself floating, which should be a levitating spell.Then left in the noisy 'sent off'.

Madam Pomfrey gave Draco a sniff of the smelling salts, Draco shuddered for a moment, and then woke up grinning—the action just made his arm hurt even more.

"I know you're having a hard time, Mr. Malfoy, but it's better for you now to be sober."

"Yes, Madam Pomfrey."

"Drink this first, you just had a magic riot, it can ease your magic, and then I will use a spell to straighten your bones, it will hurt a little."

Draco obediently drank the potion, and the magic riot surprised him a little, but it also reminded him of something he had been ignoring all along—he had been using this body as an adult wizard, ignoring the reality of coming back. It's just the fact of his soul, maybe he should be thankful that he didn't use those powerful spells, otherwise the magic power will be unstable and the magic power will be insufficient, coupled with the magic power riot, then he will not be far from a squib.

Madam Pomfrey had just taken the medicine bottle when the curtain beside the bed was lifted suddenly, and the dark Potions Professor stood there gloomy.

Draco was stunned without any surprise, and then...

"Oh!" With the sound of bones colliding, severe pain came from his shoulder, and his bones finally returned to their proper positions.Before Draco recovered from the pain, Madam Pomfrey quickly wrapped the bandage on him.

"If you don't want to dislocate your arm while reading this book in the future, then sleep well now." Madam Pomfrey said after casting two more spells on Draco's shoulder.

"But, Dean..."

"Professor Snape, I'm glad you cooperated with me just now, although it was unintentional. But please leave now, my patient needs to rest."

Should it be said that she really deserves to be the Queen of the Medical Wing?Draco pouted inwardly.

"Madame Pomfrey, I just need to say one thing."

Madam Pomfrey twitched her eyebrows: "Two seconds."

"I think, you still remember that you are a Slytherin, Mr. Draco Malfoy." The almost gentle low tone made Draco feel a chill down his back, and the Snake King had already rolled away in his black robe.

Madam Pomfrey frowned, obviously regretting giving the Snake King two seconds, then she turned her head to look at Draco and asked, "Do you need a drink of the water of life and death, Mr. Malfoy?"

"No, there is no need, Madam Pomfrey."

"Very good." Madam Pomfrey raised her eyebrows, and Draco immediately closed her eyes.

Not long after Madam Pomfrey left, Draco heard some noise outside—probably because the Snake King had also left the medical wing.And amidst the chirping of the little animals, Draco was sure he heard Dumbledore's voice.But obviously the principal failed to defeat the queen of the medical wing, so Draco was able to continue to lie quietly.

This is a good opportunity. If the Malfoy family is not chasing the half-giants, Dumbledore will stop suppressing the Malfoy family.And, in fact, Draco liked to keep the half-giant in the school-of course he didn't like the half-giant-this big guy was always able to get into more trouble, and each time it was more serious.

He really wanted to see what the giant brother that guy got to school looked like?It's best to kill that giant in front of Rubeus Hagrid, the big man's expression must be very dramatic at that time!

It's just a pity for the Norwegian Ridgeback, but why does it have to chase after itself?

Because he was too engrossed in thinking and his eyes were closed, Draco didn't notice that the partition curtain was lifted, and someone sneaked in until the person who got in began to speak.

"Draco seems to be asleep."

"Let's try again, Harry."

"Harry, Neville?" Drake opened his eyes, and what he saw was the savior in tattered clothes, and Neville with tears on his round face and eyes swollen like peaches.

"Draco, how are you?" Harry's eyes lit up, and he immediately moved closer.

"Just a dislocation."

"Don't get up, we just came to see you, thank you by the way."

"Thank you, Draco." Neville's voice was very low, of course not because he didn't want to thank you, but because he was trying to stop his crying.

"You're a boy, Longbottom!" Drake couldn't imagine, how did such a crybaby become a hero after the war?He tried to raise his head and spoke loudly, but the result was obviously not satisfactory.

"I'm sorry I keep messing things up, I'm sorry, Draco."

Suddenly, the curtain was pulled open again!

"dad?!"

"Merlin... my little dragon..."

Lucius Malfoy, the richest, most arrogant, most elegant, and most charming pure-blood aristocrat in the British wizarding world, his forehead was wet with sweat, his hair was disheveled, and he rushed to his son's small hospital bed anxiously, He hugged Draco in his arms.But soon he put him back on the bed again, throwing dozens of various spells on Draco until he was sure that his son was slightly out of order except for his magic, and his left arm, which was once dislocated, but has now been dislocated. Apart from good treatment, nothing serious happened.

"They told me you were attacked by a dragon." Lucius sat on the chair beside the hospital bed, and he could see relief, relaxation, and a bit of gritted resentment on his face—he probably thought he was being attacked by a dragon. Cheated.

"That dragon was about seven or eight feet long."

"Seven to eight feet?" Drake said "dragon" clearly, which made Lucius stiff for a moment, but after hearing the length of the dragon, the expression of the platinum nobleman became very "subtle".

"Yes, father."

"..."

"Father, this is Harry Potter, and this is Neville Longbottom, both my classmates." In order not to embarrass his father, Draco introduced some two forgotten animals— — I am very grateful that Madam Pomfrey did not follow, she probably felt that the frightened boy needed the comfort of his family.

To be honest, the images of Harry and Neville don't quite fit Malfoy's aesthetics, but the significance of their two names is enough to make Lucius smile harmlessly, gracefully and gently.

"Hello, Mr. Potter, Mr. Longbottom, Draco always talks about you at Christmas." A gentle smile, a gentle voice, and a polite outstretched hand.

"You, hello, Mr. Malfoy." Harry once asked Hermione and Neville what kind of person "Draco's father" was. It was so unexpected... On the one hand, he found it hard to imagine that such a person was alive. Although it could be seen that he was at least over 30 years old, Harry still had a feeling of seeing the legendary elf. Feel.

But after seeing the "weak" Draco lying on the bed, Harry suddenly thought, really only such a person can become Draco's father... like Dali, there can only be someone like Vernon Father.

Compared to the savior, Neville, who was born pure blood after all, was obviously much better. He knew that the Platinum Nobles actually spoke the idioms of nobility.At the same time, the education of grandma and others made him feel uneasy about Lucius.But soon, this defense disappeared...

A soft handkerchief covered his face with warmth and a faint fragrance, and Neville was startled that he must have tears all over his face and even a bit of snot.This is simply too embarrassing!

"Mr. Longbottom, you are a boy..." The voice rang in his ears, almost like a whisper, but in a short sentence, he could hear concern, helplessness and love.Neville suddenly felt that his nose was a little sore again. At that moment, he thought of his parents. If they were here, would they talk to him like this?

"Thank you, Mr. Malfoy." He took Lucius's handkerchief and bowed his head back two steps, then raised his head quietly.The original concept of Lucius Malfoy as a hypocritical bastard Death Eater suddenly faded away, and instead he was thought to be a gentle and good person.

Harry, who was standing aside, also had obvious envy in his green eyes, and secretly regretted that he didn't cry just now!

Draco looked at his father silently, the two little guys were completely caught up in it, and Granger, who inexplicably had a crush on his father... the Malfoy family was no longer worried.However, even though he had said the same thing to Neville just now, why was the result completely different?Sure enough, he is still not as good as his father.

At this time, Harry and Neville had already begun to describe the incident to the platinum nobleman, mainly the process of Drake's rescue.Harry had no idea that the savior and Longbottom had such good eloquence, they successfully described the thrills and excitement of that time...

So that Draco's head hangs lower and lower, lower and lower - because of the "gentle" gaze that Lucius "accidentally" glanced over again and again.

"That dragon flew out of Rubeus Hagrid's crappy house?" Lucius could hardly guarantee the perfection of his mask.

"Yes." The two children nodded, "However, I don't think Hagrid did it on purpose." It was the third child who said this, and Draco raised his head to face his father.

Lucius pursed his lips, and Draco could clearly feel his anger—in fact, Draco understood his father very well, it should be said that no one understood better than him, because he also came to Hoag in such an anxious way. Watts, to see his son who was attacked.

"dad……"

The platinum noble watched his son's eyes turn red suddenly, and extended his arm to him.

"My little dragon." Lucius sat down and held his son in his arms.

"I'm fine, we're Malfoy, father." Drake was implying that Malfoy would use whatever he could, and since he was fine, he should make good use of this opportunity to strive for greater benefits for himself.

Lucius kissed his son's forehead lightly, his brows were frowned, and a cold light flashed in his gray eyes: "Yes, we are Malfoy." Malfoy must take revenge!Even now I can only forbear and give in!