Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor - Quirrell

Lucius was writing the invitation letter in the study when there was a light knock on the door, with a familiar voice and rhythm, telling Lucius that it was his precious son who came to find him: "Xiaolong, come in."

"Father, I..." Drake, who came to find Lucius on something, swallowed back the second half of his sentence as soon as he saw Lucius' face, "Am I going to have a mother, father?"

Lucius blushed slightly, of course he knew why his little dragon asked that.Because his lips are now red and swollen, and because a piece of skin is broken, a piece of blood is coagulated.Obviously, this can't be the marks of being beaten, otherwise the platinum nobleman's chin would not be as white as usual, but with bruises on his back, this could only be the result of a kiss—obviously very passionate.

Lucius sighed softly, came out from behind the desk, and pulled Xiaolong to sit on the sofa beside him: "No, there will not be another mistress in this house except your mother." He touched Touching his sore lips, he shrugged helplessly, "This is just... a small accident."

"..." Draco was silent, he didn't look down at his father, but at his own fingers.Drake has been attending nobles' banquets with Lucius since he was six years old. In some respects he is still naive, but in other respects he is terribly precocious.While Lucius explained, the kid was already thinking more.

The wound was very small, whether it was a potion or a curse, it could easily disappear.But his father didn't do that, instead sitting at home with the wound.It's not that he doesn't want to remove the trace, or the person who gave him the trace doesn't let him do it!

Thinking back to before school, Lucius was restless for a while, leaving early and returning late.During his vacation, Lucius was only slightly free in the last few days.A bad association formed in Draco's mind.

"Father, are you being pestered by some fellow from the Ministry of Magic?"

"?!" Lucius was stunned for a moment, but soon he laughed, "Good assumption and conjecture, Xiaolong." Lucius kissed his son's forehead, which was a reward kiss.

Draco blushed, it had been a long time since his father had done this, and the last time he remembered the kiss was because it was the first time he could cut open a steak gracefully and silently with a knife and fork.Was he six years old at that time, or five years old?

"Don't worry, Xiaolong." Lucius hugged his son. For him, wealth, fame and power are only secondary, and only his son is the most important. "I am indeed in a relationship with someone. High and powerful indeed, but he's not from the Ministry. Sorry, but I can't tell you who he is at this stage."

"Father."

"what?"

"No, it's nothing." Father's eyes were a little lighter than his own, and sometimes, in low light, they didn't look blue-gray but silver.Just like now... And this is often the time when Lucius hides his deepest thoughts.Although Draco was very young, he hadn't experienced love yet.But at least he knew that love should be pleasant, but from his father's tone, he couldn't hear joy, only worry and solemnity.

Draco didn't think his father would be this way because of a bitter love, and love wasn't a necessity for Malfoy.So, what made his father so worried was the identity of the other party?

Draco didn't ask in the end, because he knew that even if he asked, he wouldn't be able to help, but it would only increase his father's burden.Well, it is better not to know than to know.

"Thank you, Xiaolong." Lucius smiled and let go of his son, obviously he also understood his son's thoughtfulness, "Then, what do you want me to do?"

"It's because of Harry, do I need to invite him?" Draco naturally changed the subject with his father, and this was indeed his business. Everything that happened just now was tacitly buried in the depths of their respective memories. place.

Harry was Draco's friend, there was no doubt about that.Before school started, the unhappiness in Diagon Alley had disappeared with the understanding of the two.Therefore, Draco's hesitation about whether to invite Harry is the same as he never thought about inviting Hermione. It is not because of insufficient friendship, but because of family interests.

"No, don't invite." Lucius refused very simply, but the "Dark Lord" will appear at the banquet!According to the calculation of time, Harry should be staying at Black's house now, so if Harry accepted the invitation, his guardian Sirius Black would definitely be there.And even if the Malfoys didn't have the gift of prophecy, Lucius knew something terrible was bound to happen.

"I see, father." Draco nodded, but his expression was inevitably a little lonely—even if he knew that his banquet was not only for him, even if Draco was precocious enough, deep down in his heart, he still There is more or less a little expectation.

"Sorry, Dragon."

"I'm a Malfoy, father." Draco smiled and raised his chin too high, just like a Malfoy!

After talking about things, Lucius went back to his desk, and Draco was going to open the door and go back to write his guest list.But standing at the door, Draco suddenly remembered something: "Father, I don't know if I should tell you something." In fact, when Draco said that, it meant that Lucius should really know about it. .

"what's up?"

"It's still about Harry." Drake walked into the study again and closed the door. "On the last day of the holiday, people in our group agreed to write to each other. But Harry never wrote back to me. I wrote to ask other people , Lance and Neville received Harry's reply, but Zabini and the others did not."

"What about Granger and Weasley?"

"I received a reply from Granger, but there is no Weasley. Granger said that she can communicate with other people normally." Draco lowered his head, he knew his father's attitude towards hemp seeds and blood traitors, although He didn't think there was anything wrong with his two friends, but his father's authority forced him to blush and lower his head.

"Draco, in fact, for Slytherin, there are three types of wizards in this world: those who can benefit us, those who cannot benefit us, and...friends. You have grown up, My son, you have to learn to distinguish yourself. Of course, if necessary, you are always welcome to ask questions here."

Draco raised his head with some excitement, he walked to Lucius' side and gave his father a hug.Of course Lucius accepted it readily, as there were not many opportunities for his little dragon to act like a baby.

"Since someone can communicate with other people normally, let them help. Don't worry, although this situation is a bit special, it is not manipulated by some powerful people behind the scenes, it is very similar to some people's unauthorized actions, because This method is really stupid."

"I think so too," Draco laughed, "and this man is definitely not a Slytherin. Even Crabbe and Goyle's heads stuffed with sweets and cakes would not have come up with such a trick full of loopholes."

"Looks like my little dragon already has an idea."

"Have a half-baked idea."

"Ha~" Lucius let out a strange tone inelegantly, "So, that's why you asked me, isn't it? You need a father as your backing?"

"Yes..." Draco blushed and lowered his head.

"Just do what you want!" Lucius rubbed his son's little head covered with pomade, making a mess of his hair shape-in ​​fact, Lucius had long wanted to do this, "There will be a Father stands behind you, forever..."

Drake looked at his father and smiled, not the proud smile of a nobleman, nor the elegant smile of the Malfoy family, but the brilliant smile of a child loved and protected by his father!