HP's Kiss of Eternity

The fireplace, which has only decorative and heating functions, is burning vigorously.It made the whole room warm.

Lucius stood up with difficulty under the call of the house elf, staring straight at the flames jumping in the fireplace.

In the early years, the fireplace was only for decoration, not for heating.

The Muggle way has always been flawed in one way or another, not quite as convenient as the Warming Charm.

"Master, little master is outside the door and wants to see you." The house-elf reported respectfully when he reappeared beside Lucius' bed with a suit of clothes in his hands.

Lucius frowned: "What are you here for?" The whispers on the bed were faithfully transmitted by the enchanted door.The young man waiting by the door clearly captured the displeasure in Lucius' words.

"Father, I'm here to say good morning to you." The young man's tone was as respectful as a house elf.

"Is there such a rule at Laila's side?" Lucius snorted softly, "I haven't woken up yet, you can go directly to breakfast."

There was no sound outside the door.

Lucius rubbed his temples, but couldn't dispel the lingering tiredness.Standing out of bed, the house elf immediately served her all the way meticulously.

When getting out of bed, Lucius couldn't help the urge to shiver because of the sudden temperature change.This discovery made the twilight between his brows even heavier.

Never in all the past forty-four years of Lucius' life had he been so dependent on the house-elves.Without magic, how to take care of every detail of the clothes on your own is a subject that needs to be learned.But he no longer has the temper to spend time on it.

Until the magic smoothed every strand of hair on his head, Lucius, who had redecorated meticulously, pushed open the door of his room.

"You've been here?"

Outside the door, I unexpectedly saw a young man standing with his hands down.

"Good morning, Father." The young man smiled slightly and bowed his head as a gesture.

Lucius glanced at the young man who had perfect etiquette, expressionless: "Go and have breakfast, you don't need to do this in the future."

"I just hope that I can spend more time with my father." Scorpius was a little arrogant, his fair face was stained with a faint blush, and he couldn't tell whether he was standing outside in the cold or he was shy because of his too straightforward words.

"Up to you." Lucius was not surprised that Scorpius would say such words, and walked ahead indifferently, leading the way to the restaurant.

Everything in Malfoy Manor seemed to have returned to the same state as it was before the war started, and the white peacock was still gracefully poking its head in the green garden.

Lucius' footsteps stopped on the corridor at the entrance of the restaurant, but the beautiful scenery in his eyes only made him feel glaring.

"Today, you can walk around the manor. If you need anything or don't understand, just ask the house elf." Lucius retracted his attention on the peacock, and ordered Scorpius coldly .

"Is father going out today?" Scorpius asked boldly.

"You don't need to follow today." Lucius' answer was simple, just like his indifference after bringing Scorpius back.

Perhaps the situation between the two is more like an exchange of interests disguised by the adoptive father-son relationship.Lucius wasn't ready to give his full trust until he found out what was really going on with Scorpius.

"Oh." Scorpius' tone was like a child abandoned by his father.However, based on the relationship between the two who have just established less than two days, it seems a bit too warm.

Given Scorpius' age and a positive attitude beyond Lucius' expectations, Lucius had more concerns about Scorpius.

So there was only occasional sounds of tableware in the restaurant.

"Father, besides visiting the manor, is there anything else I can do?" Scorpius fiddled with the ham on the plate with a fork absently for a while, and then he summoned up the courage and asked again.

But what he didn't expect was that when he raised his head while speaking, he bumped into Lucius' line of sight.This situation made his expectant tone instantly freeze, and he subconsciously leaned back.But before his back successfully leaned against something, his figure braked suddenly, took a deep breath, and explained in a panic: "I just don't want to be too useless and make my father dissatisfied..."

Scorpius was a year older than Draco, and there was no difference in height, but he looked weaker.

Scorpius is alone without his parents.

Lucius, without his wife and children, is also alone.

The two people who are also cautious and alert are actually just the one who was abandoned at the end.

Thinking of this, the words that Lucius came to his mouth unconsciously became a little softer: "If you really want to start studying as soon as possible, you can spend more time studying the materials on the bookshelf in the study."

"Okay, I will!" Scorpius didn't seem to notice the subtle changes in Lucius' words, he showed a relaxed smile, and finally began to really eat his breakfast seriously.

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