[HP] I'm hanging out at Hogwarts

Draco - Confession

No one can forget that scene. The light-blond boy knelt in front of the monument in front of the cemetery of the victims. He slightly arched his upper body, making atonement as an executioner.

He's not just representing himself, he's doing it as a pureblood.

"I knelt down, and the pure blood stood up."

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"After the Great War, because most of the war criminals had pure-blood families, the wizarding world has always had the voice of "destroying pure blood". The families of the victims condemned these war criminals who participated in the war, and the anger also implicated the pure-blood wizards. , the infamy of "betrayer" is synonymous with pure blood."

Astoria and the seven-year-old Scorpius told the story, Scorpius shook his head puzzled, "But... no one said I was a traitor".

"The vast majority of pure-blood families are like this, only those war hero families like Weasley and Longbottom are immune to insults, but this situation is because someone has done something, which also made him Bearing a lifetime of infamy, but it is because of this person that other purebloods can be forgiven." Astoria smiled, and some blood appeared on her pale face.

"Scorpius, you forgot your homework again." Draco held an empty notebook, frowning slightly. "You are a child of the Malfoy family. Diligence is something you should learn, and you should also be aware of the shame of lies."

Draco's stern tone made Scorpius very wronged. Other children were playing with their parents in their own yard, but he didn't spend much time with his father. Every time he wanted to be intimate with his father , he always gets homework and criticism from his father.

There were tears in his eyes, but Scorpius stubbornly wiped them away, pretending to be rubbing them.

"Draco...Stop talking, let me tell you?" Astoria watched Draco go out, and Scorpius couldn't hold back his tears anymore.

"I hate dad." He threw himself into his mother's arms and cried loudly, all the grievances turned into tears.

She patted her son's head lightly and comforted her softly, "Will you finish listening to my story?"

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Draco sat in the study with a headache, and the black dragon leather soft chair couldn't relieve the fatigue in his body.

He didn't want to treat his son so harshly, but he was too eager to let Scorpius grow up to be a responsible boy, not like he was when he was a child.

He looked out the window, the sky was starting to darken, and it was going to rain soon.

It occurred to him that the same was true of that day many years ago.

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After the war, the Ministry of Magic began to review the list of war criminals. When the Malfoy family was on trial, Draco could hardly imagine that his deadly enemy——Harry Potter would actually speak for him.

Since Draco did not participate in the final battle, Narcissa also indirectly saved Harry's life, and his family actually only handed over some property and did not receive any other punishment.

This is unlikely in the eyes of other Death Eater families.

He stayed in the cell for a few days, and when he came out, he could hardly stand on his feet. The sun shone on his pale face, and his hair was almost pale.

"Let's go..." Lucius and Narcissa supported each other, and they also suffered from a few days in prison.

When Draco looked at Harry, at that moment, there was a feeling of wanting to escape in his heart, and he felt ashamed.

He was actually rescued by his deadly enemy.

Draco just took a quick glance and didn't see the expression on Harry's face, was it sarcasm?Or sympathy?No matter what kind of expression it was, it was not what Draco wanted to see.

He returned to Malfoy Manor with his family, and just returned to the empty home, he was still a little uncomfortable, there were no more dirty Death Eaters, no blood, no screams.

There was a sudden pop in the air, and the house-elf from the Malfoy Manor suddenly appeared, and of course the Malfoys had more than one servant.

"Welcome master! Bobby has cleaned the room!"

Draco looked at this heartfelt elf in surprise, it would never turn its back on Malfoy, Draco wanted to reward it with something, but found he had nothing.

He looked bitterly at an empty house, the once glorious Malfoy Manor was ruined by this generation.

"Master, don't liberate Bobby!" Bobby lowered his ears in fear, and his big copper bell-like eyes showed fear.

"Bobby...this is for you." Draco gave it the buttons on his clothes, and the house-elf jumped up and down excitedly, his ears fluttering. Later, he used a rope to wear the buttons, and spent the whole day hanging on the chest.

Lucius frowned, but couldn't understand all this. In his mind, house elves were domestic servants.But he knew that Draco had changed.

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The war has passed for a long time, but people's aversion to war criminals has never disappeared, and they even attribute this aversion to pure blood, and pure bloodism has become the root of all evil.

When Draco walked on the road, he would often hear people calling him a traitor, calling him a pure-blood lunatic, and even when he was in Diagon Alley, he heard the students at school treat Slytherin's pure-blood classmates in the same way.

It shouldn't be like this... He thought in his heart, and at the same time he was also reflecting on himself. He had hated the "Mudblood" for so many years, and it was no different from this kind of behavior in essence.

He finally experienced the taste of being discriminated against because of his blood.

He thought of Hermione Granger, who might have punched him if he had been laughed at, and the half-breed Annie Penny, the weirdo who had stopped him from saying that word.

When he was a child, he didn't understand the meaning of doing this, and now he realizes how naive he is.

Draco has been taking care of the property of the Malfoy family at home. He will try his best to sell the black magic items in the house if they can be sold, and destroy what can be destroyed. After all this is dealt with, he will read some newspapers and relax.

A solemn photo came into his eyes, and a huge obelisk was engraved: Those heroes will sleep here forever.

Newspapers said it was a memorial cemetery for the victims of the Great War.

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Every May 5nd is a day for the wizarding world to collectively commemorate the victims. The heroes who died in the First War and the Second War are buried on this hillside. Humans, centaurs, goblins, house elves... Too many lives were lost in this war.

Harry and members of the Order of the Phoenix come here to hold commemorative activities every year. No matter how prosperous the wizarding world is in the future, they must not forget this painful past.

On this day, the sky was gloomy, as if mourning the dead souls.

The editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet dedicates a headline column to the event every year, and this year, he carried a giant magic photo camera.

"Harry, is there someone there?" Lupine saw a figure in black at the cemetery.

Harry narrowed his eyes, "Who is that?" He couldn't see clearly, but when he saw the pale blond hair, he already had the answer in his mind.

Draco held a bouquet of white flowers and placed them in front of the monument, and then he made a move that shocked everyone.

The editor-in-chief of the "Daily Prophet" couldn't help but recorded this scene with a camera.

He knelt down.

Being a proud Malfoy.

No one can forget that scene. The light-blond boy knelt in front of the monument in front of the cemetery of the victims. He slightly arched his upper body, making atonement as an executioner.

He's not just representing himself, he's doing it as a pureblood.

The sky began to rain lightly, and the rain wetted his blond hair and pale face, and the rain washed away his sins.

"You are not a good person, but you are not a heinous person either."

Draco looked up and found that at some point there was an umbrella above him.

"You're still so nosy, Saint Potter." Draco didn't need to look to know who was speaking.

"I thought you wouldn't let go of your dignity..."

"Is dignity that important?" Draco interrupted Harry with a laugh.

"I am a Malfoy, and I know the importance of dignity, but I also know that I will face the shame after all. If I don't admit it, my family name will be stigmatized forever. When I kneel down, the pure blood will stand up gone."

A Potter holding an umbrella for a Malfoy, perhaps the creepiest scene they had ever seen.

This photo was published in the newspaper, and some pure-blood families were ashamed of it, and Lucius was furious when he saw it. How could a proud Malfoy kneel down?

Lucius looked at it for a long time, and finally sighed. His son was repenting for his father's crimes, but as a father, he still couldn't face up to his own mistakes. His ears began to burn. Lucius knew that it was not because of Out of anger, but out of shame.

But more people were shocked by this photo. They saw an act that was truly willing to allow pure-bloods and half-bloods and Muggle-born wizards to coexist peacefully.

Although the older generation of pure-bloods still criticize the incident to this day, there is no denying that Draco Malfoy's actions influenced the same generation, and even the next generation of pure-blood wizards.

After he and Astoria got married, his wife had always been very interested in Muggle life, and he would accompany his wife on trips until the third year after marriage, Astoria checked out the The blood curse in her body, and at that time, she was already pregnant.

The hard work of childbearing will consume her life, Draco didn't understand, he clearly repented of his sins, fate still made such a joke for him.

After the birth of his son Scorpius Malfoy, Draco was even more anxious to cultivate him into a sensible child, hoping that Astoria could worry less and take a good rest.

Sometimes even forgetting that Scorpius is just an ordinary child, he also longs for his father's love.

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After hearing the story, Scorpius didn't speak for a long time.

He looked at the untouched notebook on the table, "I know what to do."

He jumped out of his mother's arms, picked up his notebook and walked to the study, where his father was taking a nap on the dragon leather chair.

"Scorpius?" Draco propped his head up, looking at him wearily.

"I'm sorry, Dad, I shouldn't have lied." Scorpius sat down at the desk, picked up the quill pen and began to write his homework.

When Draco saw the little man scratching his head and cheeks tortured by the question, he lost all sleepiness.

"It shouldn't be like this here." Draco said jerky. It was also the first time he came to tutor his son, and he usually let him do it alone.

After watching for a long time, Draco realized that he had made a mistake.

"Well... let's skip this question."

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Astoria secretly watched this scene outside the door. She knew that the father and son would not vomit for too long. It seemed that even if she was not here in the future, they would live strong.

After all, they were Malfoy, and they had that tenacity in their bones.