Descendants of HP

Beside the fireplace, Narcissa was sitting on the sofa, together with Lucius, they seemed to be drinking coffee, reading a book, and there was no sound of talking.

A rare warm taste.

There was no sign of Astoria, and there was no smell of her in the air. It seemed that she had left long ago.

Draco cautiously walked over to say hello to his parents.

"Where have you been? You're in such a mess?" Narcissa saw the figure shaking and knew that Draco had returned.I wanted to ask the teacher to ask the crime, but I didn't expect to see him with a pale face.Maternity instantly overwhelmed her rationality, and what she blurted out was words of concern.

Draco forced a smile under Lucius' deep gaze: "I'm fine, Mother. I just went out for a stroll."

"The world is bad now, don't make trouble for yourself. Draco, people like us, we should be more careful." Lucius held Narcissa down.

"Since you're back, go take a hot bath and have a good rest, I think you're tired too." Narcissa patted the back of Lucius's hand, her expression also looked tired, "You know what day tomorrow is, You should be prepared."

Draco couldn't keep the smile on his face when he thought of Astoria.

He casually said a few words on the scene, expressing that he would pay attention to it, he quickly went upstairs and locked the door.

Against the back of the door, Draco's face was tense, he didn't dare to show his true intentions in front of Narcissa and Lucius.The Malfoy family is in trouble now, the war is over, and there are batch after batch of people who trouble the Malfoy family.

Harry Potter tried his best to rehabilitate some unknown heroes. Lucius should have been thrown into Azkaban, but because he and his mother rescued them together, they were "forgiven". There are a lot of people in the Malfoy family, and making a mistake can be fatal to the Malfoy family.

For him now, the best person to marry is Astoria, and it's not that he can say no if he doesn't want to.

Because he couldn't find another better object.

However, what he should think about at this moment is that weird shop.

What kind of background do they have, and how to judge what hidden needs customers have.

In the past, he just regarded it as a coincidence. In that store, he would always buy what he wanted.But when he went aimlessly, he always saw nothing.

So there is such magic?Can read people's hearts and help them make the most suitable choice?

Draco had to wonder if someone was plotting against him behind his back, if not, how could he be so targeted?

After calming down, Draco walked to his bookcase, stroked the rows of books on the shelf with his fingertips, and finally landed on a set of potions textbooks.

Draco's fingertips turned white, and his expression was a little dazed.

"Draco, what are your plans?"

"You are so naive, do you think no one can find out what you have done?"

"Tell me... I have a vow with your mother, I will help you..."

...he didn't believe him...he didn't believe him, he wanted to believe his...

Draco clutched the potion book tightly, he was dead, screaming the shack, on that damn day, or the beginning of a new era as it is being preached now!

The so-called resurrection of the dead, the so-called use of blood to create descendants... What's the use of that?

And he doesn't believe that there is really anything that can resurrect the dead. He has already disposed of the Three Hallows in the hands of Harry Potter. This is the reliable method of resurrection, not some kind of holy coffin of blood. .

No matter how you think about it, this is very false. If a wizard can snatch their holy coffin from the blood clan freaks, how can he be just a small character who runs a shop?

Thinking of this, Draco tried to put on a mocking and sharp smile on the corner of his mouth, but he tried several times, but he couldn't bend the corner of his mouth, so he could only give up in the end.

It's ridiculous, Harry Potter preaching that Severus Snape is a lover, loving his mother Lily Potter, and everyone mourns a cloak where no one is there...

How could he believe that groundless words... What if that person was brought back to life?After so much time has passed, who would be so stupid as to revive someone who is long dead?

Until he stood in front of the store again, he still thought so.

The clerk hunched over, looking a little more shy than he had seen last time.

However, in the shadows, his eyes were already like ice knives, razor-sharp and icy cold.

"You chose us after all."

He smiled, unable to see his appearance clearly in the dim light.

Draco was speechless, and in silence, a deal was struck.

In a daze, Draco had already dropped the coffin into his bedroom.

When he came back to his senses, the coffin was already in the mottled crystal light in his bedroom, swallowing all the light.

In this empty and bright bedroom, the coffin became the only darkness.

Eerie and serene.

Just like that person.

He wants to try.

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Sorry for not updating for a long time, this time is not busy, will update steadily.