[HP] Return late

Lucius Malfoy looked like he was going crazy.

If he can still be crazy.Harry knew perfectly well that he shouldn't be gloating at this moment, but he still couldn't stop himself from laughing out loud.

When night fell, the ghost with the appearance of Draco appeared in the living room.

Unfortunately, Harry, Draco, and the rest of the Gryffindors were experimenting with the Weasley twins' new joke product while enjoying the exquisite tea made by Kreacher, who was sent back by Mrs. Malfoy. Mess up.

Harry could swear that when Lucius first appeared, his face was undoubtedly embarrassed by the wrong door.But a few seconds later (Harry guessed it was the sound of Neville breaking his pastry plate), he found his son among them, and asked Harry in a furious, sarcastic voice. Said: "Could you please explain to me what happened, Mr. Potter?"

Then Ron—absolutely extraordinarily sensitive and sweet replied: "Your wife invited us over, Mr. Malfoy."

Well, Harry was deeply convinced that the Weasleys had an innate talent for practical mischief.

Lucius was speechless because of Ron's words, and he glared at Harry angrily, as if Harry had said those words, and then turned his face to Draco, "And I'll come, Draco." He said coldly.

Because of Lucius' words, Draco's face, which had been softened by the performance of the Weasley twins just now, became expressionless again.Harry felt that no matter what, he really didn't have the slightest affection for Draco's father.

After Lucius and Draco left the living room, no one else was interested in playing anymore.

"I'm going back to my room. The ten-inch paper on Potions hasn't started yet," Ginny said, standing up and pushing her way through the gap between the table and Hermione.

"Potions Essay." Neville's round face was almost wrinkled, "I'm going back to my room too." He said with a lack of interest, shrinking his neck and following Ginny up the stairs.

The word potion seemed to be a forbidden word for Neville.

"Harry—" The twins sat next to him with a smile on their left and right, "Do you want to buy a retractable ear?"

"We only charge one Galleon—"

Harry struggled for a while. According to the common sense, of course he shouldn’t eavesdrop on the conversation between Draco and Lucius. If Draco found out, he would be angry—after 3 minutes, Harry blushed , under Hermione's disapproval, under the eyes of the Weasleys eager to try, squatting in the corner with stretchable ears.

"He didn't say much, but, Draco, don't use the ability of divination anymore." Lucius' voice came clearly.

"I see, Dad."

Who was the he that Lucius spoke of?Harry regretted that he hesitated for too long, and seemed to have missed some important news.

"The Dark Lord is still developing his power. The ranks of Death Eaters are growing. He has infiltrated more than half of the Ministry of Magic. Tell that stupid savior to stop saying his name."

"Don't worry, I've already done that, Dad." Draco sounded palpably proud.

"You've done a good job, my little dragon. Hogwarts is still peaceful for now, but sooner or later the flames of war will spread," Lucius said in a deep and slow voice, "Go to Messina again."

"I will."

Messina?Harry was a little confused, sorry, but due to the bullying by Dudley's gang in primary school, he almost failed to complete a single geography class.

Maybe Hermione would know, and Harry was hesitant to ask Hermione now, joking that there was a new voice coming from within the product.He immediately pricked up his ears to listen to the next paragraph.

"One last thing, my son," said Lucius, and he paused for a moment, as Harry wondered horribly if he had been discovered—"the Malfoys must have an heir."

Lucius said in a serious and irrefutable tone.

"But, Dad—"

"Muffdette told me that you don't belong to us, my little dragon." Lucius spoke softly, "If you choose Potter, consider the issue of heirs."

"Yes, father, I will do that." Draco's suppressed voice came through the retractable ear.

Harry felt his insides filled with ice, cold and heavy.He knew that Malfoy and his son were about to end their conversation, so he put away his retractable ears stiffly, and returned to his seat with a sullen face.

"Without a doubt, you're going to fail." The voice of the tenant of the brain, who hadn't been around since Draco had his hair cut again, burst out, gloating.

"I will not fail." The stern-faced savior said bitterly in his heart.

"You will. The Malfoys value the heir above all else."

"Sounds like you're quite experienced." Harry sarcastically angrily, and to his surprise and powerlessness, the voice admitted the truth indifferently.

"Obviously."

"So?" Harry asked tentatively.

"In the beginning, I was as full of ambition as you. Then he died, and I died too."

"Is there a detailed version?"

For reference and as a warning.

And the voice disappeared again, as if it had never been there.

Harry was sure the look on his face was horrible.

"Is something going on, Harry?" Hermione asked cautiously and worriedly.

"No." Harry didn't want to talk about it.

"What's wrong with Malfoy? I mean Draco," Ron interrupted.

A cloud of inexplicable anger rose in Harry's chest, and Ron asked him an inappropriate question. "Nothing." He said impatiently.

"Harry, I think we're wonderful friends."

"Lucius wants Draco to have an heir as soon as possible." Harry almost squeezed the words through his teeth.

"That's not difficult." Ron didn't care about the interface, he seemed to think it was as simple as taking a sip of water from a cup.

Harry felt himself in a worse mood.

"Ron," Hermione called Ron's name in a small warning voice, and then she turned her face to Harry: "It's really not that difficult, Harry, I know—well, in our world—" She looked Glancing at Ron, who was full of doubts, "That's Muggles, they can use artificial insemination to allow women who are willing to surrogate a child."

This is indeed a good idea, but will Draco agree?Harry was almost depressed and wanted to bite his fingernails - a bad habit that Draco had picked up recently.

"But why find someone else?" Ron's expression became more confused. "If Harry wants to have a child with Malfoy, they can go to St. Mungo's to have one."

"What?" "Make one?" Harry and Hermione asked simultaneously.

"Just making a child through some magic." Ron grabbed a piece of dessert and took a big bite, triumphant over something neither of them understood.

"Be more specific, Ron." Hermione asked anxiously.And the expression on Harry's face was closer to why Ron would say that, he was obviously not ready how to speak to the two of them.

"Come on, Harry, Hermione has already seen that something is wrong between you and Draco." Ron said to Harry, and then he looked sideways at Hermione, "It's just that the two sides give something, and then pass Magic and potion bred a child of two people." Ron explained slowly, "But this method doesn't seem to be very practical, most wizards still prefer to get children through normal steps."

"It's a very unpopular method, and it seems that there are some flaws, really." Ron added because of the obvious disbelieving expressions of the two.

"Why would you know?" Hermione snapped, looking annoyed that she didn't know.

Ron shrugged his shoulders, "That's how I have a cousin. My uncle's wife—a female Auror—was irreversibly damaged by black magic in a previous battle with a black wizard. Lost fertility."

"That fee is not cheap. Our family still had some savings before—but—as you can see, none of the Weasleys are rich." Ron blushed for his last sentence, "I can write Ask my mother if you want to know more details."

Not only is he not rich, he has almost reached the point of poverty.

Harry let out a breath, and the scar on his forehead suddenly felt a sharp pain, as if someone had stuck it with red-hot iron tongs.

"Oh!" He couldn't help but groaned, and covered his forehead with his hands, and the pain suddenly disappeared just as it had come.

"Your scar?"

"V—that person is very angry." Harry said calmly, he had never felt so good, as if he had just jumped from a deep valley to a cloud, even the severe pain from the scar and the strong anger that came from just now did not can affect him. "I don't know what happened, but—"

"The other side's bad news is our good news."

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