[HP] Bad Impulse

After giving Lucius Platinum Master Malfoy a glance, Fate politely bid farewell to Abraxas Malfoy and went back to his room to pack the luggage he didn't know if he had it.

And the way the two children stared at each other, Abraxas Malfoy didn't miss it.How many years has he not seen his son with such a relaxed expression?It seems that experiencing some small accidents on weekdays can also be a good surprise.

Lucius told himself that as the heir of the Malfoy family, he couldn't be so ungentlemanly angry with a woman—after calming down, Lucius looked up in surprise: "...Father? If I read correctly, You seem to like Miss Bellows?"

Abraxas Malfoy nodded with a smile: "Yes."

Lucius breathed a sigh of relief: "Father never dines with us, I thought you didn't want to see her."

"If I were here, Miss Bellows would be restrained because of dining etiquette, right? Luce, you should have noticed that it's not that Miss Bellowows doesn't understand the rules, but that she just doesn't want to be bound by them." Abraxas Malfoy tapped the table lightly with his fingertips, and the cold black tea was immediately replaced with another steaming pot.

"It seems... that's true." Lucius thought about it carefully, and his mood became more subtle.

Fett Bayrows looked like a rogue in front of him and Hogwarts students, whether Slytherin or Gryffindor students, but she laughed at Sev and Lily, her revenge Never fall.However, since the first year of school, he has never heard from the first year of Slytherin who was in Gryffindor class that Fate had played tricks on the teacher - but respected him?

For another example, talk to yourself casually, but never lose your manners in front of your father, and your attitude at afternoon tea is impeccable?

Possessing a dangerous weapon and simply taking it down when arguing with Potter and Black?

Abraxas Malfoy poured fragrant black tea for himself and his son, and couldn't help but look at the direction Fate left: "This kid may have a special way of getting along with people, but he has always followed his own way of doing things... ...Luce, she said she was on the street, so how did she spend life on the street and after that?"

Lucius looked at his father.

"My son, you should understand Muggle weapons. Italy, where Miss Bellows was born, is the birthplace of the Mafia. There, there are only two types of people who can carry guns—Luce, you will not forget that you are the most embarrassing You met someone, didn't you?"

Lucius suddenly felt that his throat was a little dry, but his father's calm words reminded him of many things, many things that he might have deliberately ignored: "Father, I..."

"Malfoy should believe in his unique vision." Abraxas Malfoy patted Lucius on the shoulder encouragingly. "When I thought Miss Bellows was a Mudblood, I didn't intend to stop your friendship with her. Your father is not old-fashioned—well, now that I know that Miss Bellows is a pure-blood wizard, even if you want to let him She entered the Malfoy family tree, and I am very much in favor of it."

"Father!" Lucius' face turned pale immediately, "Please don't say anything that will make me feel like I'm having a nightmare. If you want to live with a woman who only quarrels with me all day long... Oh, God, I don't know Can't imagine it anymore!"

"Hehe," Abraxas Malfoy took pity on his son's pale face, smiled a little and stopped laughing at Lucius. "Luce... remember, your mother and I are proud of you and we love you."

"Father?"

Abraxas still looked at his son with a smile: "Go, Luce."

Lucius knew what his father didn't want to say, and he couldn't ask him no matter what——Merlin, can you make the time go faster?Let him graduate from Hogwarts quickly, let him become stronger quickly, and help his father take on some family responsibilities.

Fate knew that he had nothing to clean up in Malfoy's house, and even the soft and elegant purple dress on his body belonged to Mrs. Malfoy when he was young.So she took off the long skirt that was suitable for this manor, and changed back into her sports suit. The sports suit had been washed and exuded a faint fragrance of roses.

"Are you in such a hurry to leave? When Father mentioned the Aslean family, he just cared about it, not to drive you away."

Fate put on his ball cap: "Oh? Don't call me a mudblood or a Muggle now, because I've confirmed that I'm a pure-blood wizard?"

Lucius choked: "Belos, can you stop being against me all the time? Could it be that you are confirmed today as a descendant of the Spanish pure-blood family Asrelian, so you can be more ladylike and more likable? In other words, are you not Fett Bellows? Or did my father and I call you Miss Asleyan, which made you unhappy?"

Fate blinked: "Lucius, are you possessed by someone?"

Lucius snorted: "Just out of a gentleman, I want to give you some pertinent advice as a thank you for saving me... Don't show that face, do you think your life is more valuable than Malfoy's sole heir ?”

"Give me some Galleons or something, and I'll be happier," Fate replied. "I think your suggestion is not as valuable as a bag of galleons... Well, don't show such a face, don't be reluctant to part with me. My injuries have completely healed, thank you very much Mr. Malfoy And your shelter, but I really should go back, Severus said that I won't write my homework this time, if I don't go back sooner, there will be no time for Severus to write me a better one, I also want to continue to receive the Galleon Scholarship from the Hogwarts trustees."

Lucius looked at Fate, who was desperate for death with an expressionless face, but was already happy in his heart, and gritted his teeth, took a beautifully decorated brooch from the decorations on the fireplace, and took out a small bag from the interspatial bag. Galleon stuffed into Feite's hand: "Take your Galleon and inject magic power into the brooch—Fite Bellos, get out of here!"

Fate laughed, hooked his navel by the portkey, and disappeared into Malfoy Manor in an instant.

Is this something unique to Slytherin?When Gryffindor is angry, he punches directly, while Hufflepuff laughs along with others. Ravenclaw cares more about books than when he is being tricked. Only Slytherin can be so cute and angry--Little Sif is like this , Lucius is the same way, isn't it?

For a while, Fate couldn't control his balance because he used the Portkey for a short trip for the first time, so he fell forward subconsciously—but the warm and soft feeling under his buttocks made Fate feel a little sympathetic to the person who made his own human mat: "Oh, little Sev, how come you happen to be here?"

Severus, who was under the blanket, was almost crushed by Fate who suddenly appeared. How could his poor 12-year-old body resist Fate's adult weight: "Get off, get off, get off me!"

Fate stuck out his tongue, pulled Severus up while doing it, and threw the small bag of Galleons that he had just dropped off from Malfoy's house into Severus's arms: "Oh, happy birthday, Sieverus." Fleurs, I heard from Lucius that I seem to have missed your birthday, but it doesn't matter, I will make up for the gift now. Didn't you mention some medicinal herbs you fancy, and I don't know those medicinal herbs, Just give it to Gallon and go buy it yourself."

"Oh, thank you, thank you..." Severus held the heavy Galleons in his hands blankly, feeling like he was dreaming. He had never touched so many Galleons in 12 years, and these Galleons It was enough to buy several sets of medicinal materials that he fancy but couldn't afford. "Wait, Fett—you, your name is Lucius, Malfoy's senior?"

"Well, I call Lucius Lucius, what's the problem?" In Feite's view, if Abraxas allows, she can call Abraxas directly without any grievances, let alone see How about Lucius after many years.

"..." Severus was silent for a while, "Maybe I shouldn't ask you this question, I should write to Senior Malfoy."

"Why don't you ask me? I bet, even if you ask Lucius, Lucius won't tell you what happened." Fate rolled his eyes, it's no wonder Lucius would say such embarrassing things. "Oh, by the way, little Sev, I have one more thing to tell you, Mr. Malfoy—I mean Mr. Abraxas Malfoy told me I was a pureblood, do you know the Spellbreaker? I That is to say, my one-shot ability seems to be an extension of Spellbreaker."

"...Wh, what?" Severus thought he was hallucinating, compared to Fett directly calling Lucius by his Christian name, and hearing Fett, Gryffindor, admit that he is a pure-blood wizard, More impact. "Fett Bellows, can you say that again?"

"I'm a pure-blood wizard, and Mr. Malfoy said I'm a natural curse-breaker." Fett repeated again, living up to expectations. "Sev, do you know how spellbreakers use their abilities?"

"Miss Bellos, even the Black family, the Malfoy family and the Potter family, which have the longest heritage in the British magic world, don't know about the curse-breaking magic of the Spanish pure-blooded Asrelian family. They only know about the 'curse-breakers' and The words 'curse-breaking magic'." Irene Snape, who was quietly knitting a sweater by the bed, raised her head and smiled softly at Fate, got up and wiped the sweat from her forehead for her husband who was lying on the bed .

Feite frowned: "How do you know that I... am Asrean?"

"Every pure-blood wizard family has its own unique heritage. There is only one family in the European magic world that can call its heir the 'cursebreaker', and that is the mysterious and conservative Asleyan." Irene. Snape said reminiscently, "My mother's family once married a descendant of Asreel. Although that woman was only a descendant of Asreel, I have also heard of many people from the Asreel family. Things. Fate, I can tell you some 'curse-breaking magic' mastered by the collateral line."

"...I, do I need to do something in return?"