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Abraxas Malfoy is dead.

Died on a sunny spring day.

Almost at the moment he lost his breath, the house-elf sensed the man's death.

The entire Malfoy Manor was in chaos. When Lucius got the news and rushed to Abraxas Malfoy's bedroom, the man was lying quietly on the bed, looking more radiant than ever. His platinum hair, which had become dull due to illness, was smooth and soft, and there was a smile on the corner of his lips, looking like he was asleep.

Lucius seemed to have anticipated this scene and calmly asked the house-elf to leave the room, leaving only the two of them, father and son.

He stood in front of the bed for a long time, without shedding tears or any expression on his face. He calmly waved his wand to change the man on the bed into decent clothes.

This was the first time he changed his father's clothes, and also the last time. He saw the festering skin under his father's clothes.

There were sores one after another, big and small, yellow and red, and emitting a strange smell.

It was a smell of rotten skin mixed with herbs.

Lucius should have been feeling disgusted, but now he did not move his eyes away at all.

He cleaned the pus off his father's body with his own hands and applied medicine to him. He knew it was all in vain, but he did it anyway.

The room was still filled with a strong smell of potions, and all the potions on the medicine shelf had been drunk. Did my father foresee his death?

Lucius didn't know. He felt that it was time to let his father leave in a dignified manner.

The unpleasant smell in the air disappeared, replaced by the unique scent of men's perfume that I hadn't smelled on Abraxas Malfoy for a long time.

Malfoy should always be elegant and noble.

The young man calmly handled everything in the bedroom and calmly told the adult in the master bedroom of the household the news.

Riddle was not surprised at all when he heard the news of the man's death. Rather, it seemed that in his plan, the man had lived a little longer.

He showed just the right amount of regret and offered false comfort, and was even more satisfied when he heard Lucius declare his loyalty again.

After leaving the room, Lucius calmly told the outside world the news of the man's death.

It came as no surprise to anyone who received the news of his death.

It is a blessing to die in the spring when one is at the end of one's strength.

Malfoy Manor was business as usual.

In just a few days.

The love that ended before it even began, the death of loved ones, the covetous eyes of other nobles, and the dictatorial attitude of the man in the master bedroom every day.

All forced Lucius to grow up quickly.

Narcissa had never seen Lucius like this before. She stood next to the young man, "Lucius, are you okay?"

The young man turned his head and looked at her, but his cold grey eyes were not focused on her, his expression still numb and indifferent.

"I'm fine, what's wrong?"

Narcissa said nothing more and turned back to do what she could.

The news of Abraxas Malfoy's death soon spread to the outside world. Everyone was happy to laugh at Malfoy's joke. Only Lucretia Black of the Black family expressed concern about this.

Her daughter had just married and had not yet received any tangible benefits, so Lucius Black hoped that Lucius could keep the Malfoy family's huge fortune.

Everything was business as usual at Malfoy Manor.

Lucius took over all the family affairs and was busy organizing the funeral for his father while working every day.

The man's departure was quiet, and his funeral was also quiet.

The day of the funeral was a cloudless sunny day with a gentle breeze. The grass was lush and green, and some unknown small flowers had grown on it.

There were few people coming to the funeral, or rather, there were few people who truly mourned Abraxas Malfoy.

As a son, Lucius didn't want his father to be laughed at by outsiders after his death, so he kept out those with ulterior motives.

Vincius Lord knew the plan had begun when Abraxas Malfoy burned the letter.

He was waiting for Lucius to write him the news so that he would have a proper excuse to attend the funeral.

But he didn't receive it. The sender of the letter was Narcissa. In the letter, Wenxiu Lord learned about the young man's recent situation.

He felt very distressed, distressed for the current Lucius, and even more distressed for the Lucius in the original book.

Without him, the butterfly, Abraxas Malfoy's death in the original work would have been more painful. How did the young man survive?

He didn't dare to think about it, because he had experienced the same pain, even a thousand times more.

He went to the man's funeral, and Lucius did not refuse.

Wenxiu Lord stood beside Lucius. After not seeing him for a few days, the young man seemed to be a man now.

Lucius seemed unable to laugh or cry anymore.

His expressionless and indifferent face was covered with blue stubble, and he had lost a lot of weight. He handled every step very carefully.

Abraxas Malfoy's coffin was buried in the ancestral land, which is the final resting place of every Malfoy.

Before the wet soil slowly submerged the dark coffin, the man who once called Abraxas Malfoy a friend finally arrived.

He pretended to show some sadness, and the people present had to lower their posture and praise the murderer at the man's funeral.

The land was filled in and a new tombstone was added to the ancestral land.

Riddle arrived late and left in a hurry.

Everyone stood up, and Wenxiu Lord turned his head to look at Lucius' expression.

Still expressionless, his cold grey eyes looked as if he was watching the funeral of someone who had nothing to do with him.

But Wenxiu Lord saw Lucius' sadness. If he was really not sad, why would he become thinner day by day?

He took such good care of his father's funeral that he forgot to take care of himself.

His clothes were covered with wrinkles, and his long hair was not taken care of. The dark circles under his eyes were particularly obvious on his pale skin. It looked like he had not eaten for a long time. His lips were dry and flaky, and he looked healthy.

The exposed skin was dry and lifeless, with obvious blood vessels and veins on the back of the hand, with only a layer of skin attached to it.

The consequence of rapid weight loss is that the body is like inappropriate clothes, incompatible with the soul of a young person.

The people around dispersed and were taken to the reception room by Narcissa Malfoy.

Wenxiu Lord wanted to leave with everyone and leave this place to Lucius alone, but was stopped by Narcissa.

Narcissa felt that at times like this, the young man should at least have someone he truly loved by his side.

In the vast ancestral land, only tombstones and Lucius and Wenxiu Lord were left.

Wenxiu Lord didn't know how to comfort the young man around him who had already closed himself off.

There is no true empathy in the world. Only by experiencing it can you know how heart-wrenching it is.

Wenxiu Lord knew this feeling very well, the grief of being abandoned by the world and left alone, isolated and helpless.

But like the young man, he never came out, but just hid deeper.

The pain of losing a loved one can only fade with time and there is no cure.

Wenxiu Lord was thankful in his heart, 'Fortunately Abraxas Malfoy is not really dead, just wait a little longer, wait a little longer...'

The two stood there for a long time... a long time...

Lucius looked at his father in front of him. The man he once looked at straight in front of him now required him to look down in order to see the name on the tombstone.

He knelt on the ground, his knees covered with mud. Wenxiu Lord stood beside him, looking a little at a loss.

Lucius wanted to cry, but he no longer knew how to cry. He stretched out his hand, and his fingers touched the cold tombstone, revealing a smile that was uglier than crying.

He wanted to laugh and tell his father that he had become a qualified Malfoy, but his throat was blocked and he couldn't even make a sound.

He felt a warm temperature from behind. The pair of arms couldn't hold his entire body in their embrace, but they still hugged him.

Lucius looked back, and his cold grey eyes reflected the first colour in the past few days, a silver-grey colour like moonlight.

A hand covered his eyes, and Lucius felt darkness in front of his eyes. He heard a voice ringing in his ears.

"Lucius, I will help you. You are not alone."

It's so weak and pale that it can't even be considered a comfort.

A drop of liquid slipped from the gap between the palm and the skin.

Lucius reached out to touch the wetness on his cheek and found that they were his tears.

"Wen Xiu..."

My Wenxiu...my...friend.