[Comprehensive British and American] Platinum Trap

As the newly appointed patriarch of the Malfoy family, Lucius has been really busy recently.

Not only did he have to reorganize the big and small things in the family little by little, but he also wanted to consolidate the status of the Malfoy family among the Dead Eaters.

His father had just passed away, and as a pure-blood patriarch in his early twenties, Lucius had to think a lot about being caught among the dead eaters of the older generation who relied on their elders.

Fortunately, all the rights have been stabilized recently. After careful management during this period, no one can threaten Lucius' position among the Dead Eaters.

Now he, Lucius Malfoy, is the outright number two among the Death Eaters, second only to the Dark Lord.

It might be that good things come in pairs. Everything on Lucius' side is just on the right track, and there is also good news from Narcissa's side.

Mrs. Malfoy: Narcissa Malfoy is pregnant.

This is a great happy event for the Malfoy family. Besides the stunning beauty and platinum hair color, another feature of the Malfoy family is that they are dying.

This has been going on for several generations, and there is only one direct heir, with a wealth of wealth, but one child can't spend it all.

It’s okay in peaceful times, the whole family holds one carefully.

But the problem is that this is not a peaceful age. Although no one dares to touch Malfoy with his current status, as the patriarch of Malfoy who has withered to only one person, he has to worry about the successor of the next generation. worry.

Thinking of this, Lucius was both happy and worried. He was happy that he was about to become a father, but worried about the Dark Lord who became more and more violent.

'I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing for Narcissa to be pregnant at this time, but I hope everything is safe. '

The platinum noble sat on the recliner in the study room, rubbing his temples lightly.

When he thinks too much, he suffers from headaches. He used to drink potions to solve it. Later, someone said that he should not drink those strange-tasting things all the time. When he had a headache, he could massage the temples on the top of his head.

It is said that this is the secret technique of the mysterious east. Not only is it effective, but it also has no side effects. It is definitely better for the body than those strange-tasting potions.

For this matter, the maker of those strange potions——Snape, even blackened his face several times.

Lucius had a witty smile on his face, as if thinking of some interesting memory.

'However, the taste of Snape's potion is indeed a bit weird. '

He inadvertently looked at the large mirror standing next to him, the expression on his face in the mirror made Lucius silently startled.

It was a smile without any hypocrisy, a smile that did not belong to Malfoy at all.

The smile on the delicate face gradually faded.

Now the person who taught him the massage was gone, but the habit remained. Whenever Lucius had a headache, his first reaction was not to look for potions as before, but to reach out and massage his temples involuntarily.

He reflexively looked at the bottom drawer of the desk, which was the only drawer in the room without a defensive spell.

Maybe Lucius forgot when he put the things in, or maybe it was a subconscious mischief, in short, he just put them in casually.

But even though Lucius hadn't put any concealment or defense charms on it, nothing in there had rattled once in months, as if it was broken.

'Perhaps its owner threw it away' he had thought.

Lucius hadn't thought of Rebecca for a long time, and he seemed to have deliberately forgotten her during this time, not wanting to remember or paying attention to her.

He knew that Lord Dark Lord was looking for her everywhere, and probably knew the reason why she was wanted.

Lucius knew that Rebecca was very strong and could live a good life without his own protection. She escaped many times during the round-up of the Death Eaters, and caused the Death Eaters to lose more than half of their troops.

He knew that she might have thought of something, otherwise she wouldn't have beaten Peter Pettigrew unreasonably.

But Lucius didn't want to know her current situation, whether she was doing well recently, whether Rebecca was injured or sick during the many rounds up by the Dead Eaters.

He didn't want to know her reaction after knowing the truth of that night, and didn't want to see Rebecca look at him hostilely.

He was running away, Lucius knew better than anyone.

Fortunately, Lucius was too busy during this time to take care of too much, but now that he was free, he couldn't help but think of her.

The fingertips rubbed for a long time, but there was no movement. The owner of the fingertips seemed to be hesitating and making a choice.

Do you want to open the bottom drawer again, do you want to do such an un-Malfoy thing.

The man gritted his teeth, got up and walked out of the study quickly...

He is already the father of an unborn child, he...is not qualified to enter Rebecca's life again.

The well-maintained fingertips were deeply clenched into the palms, and there was no strange expression on the man's handsome face. He was still so elegant, handsome, proud, calm, and so Malfoy.

If Lucius was willing to turn around and open the drawer for a look, he would find that the thing he thought was still there had long since disappeared.

The bottom drawer of the desk was empty.

The author has something to say: Little Theater 1:

Author: "Mirror mirror, who is the most beautiful person in the world?"

Two-way mirror: "It depends on who owns me..."

Small Theater 2:

Lucius (gritting his teeth): "Come here, author!"

Author: "The number you dialed is not in the service area... Please make up your own English later, thank you"

Finally: Today the lion incarnates as a short little gentleman here to give everyone a touch~

PS: Do not doubt, the author ... psychopath