The Son of Light of the Snake House

"...Little Dragon."

"What's wrong? Mom?"

"...If you choose him as your future partner, mom won't object."

"........."

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"Mom, what are you thinking!!!! We are just friends! Good friends!!" Draco blushed.

"No." Narcissa looked at her son with a smile: "I just told you, if you like it, you should hold it in your hand. Whether it's a friend or something."

Having said that, Narcissa reached out and rubbed Draco's head. When she was at home, she always asked Draco not to apply so much hairspray: "Because the Malfoy family doesn't need to use marriage to consolidate their status, so you You can choose your future partner according to your own wishes, and Lucius and I will not interfere with your decision—of course, it might be better if it is that young man."

"Mom!" Draco was a little moved when he heard it, but he was furious because of the last sentence, and his tone sounded like a baby.

"Okay, Draco." Narcissa looked at her silly son lovingly, and reminded: "It's time for you to go to bed, go find your friends, don't neglect them, okay?"

"Of course." Draco muttered, and walked back to the study room - he just walked out of it - and pushed the door open, and he could see his friend's figure among the bookshelves as high as the roof.

"Daniel." He called softly, and the old ancestors of the Malfoy family hanging on the wall of the study looked at the only child kindly.

Daniel didn't reply, Draco was quite used to it, and he stopped calling Daniel's name, but walked to the bookshelf to look for him.

He walked around one book shelf after another, and finally found Daniel's figure.

He was holding a book with a red cover in his arms, sitting cross-legged on the ground in a relaxed manner, the book was spread out on his lap, and he was resting his head on one hand, concentrating on reading.

Draco then sat cross-legged beside him, without saying a word.

It was Daniel who noticed the movement beside him, and immediately laughed when he saw it, and said in a low voice, "You're here."

Draco didn't know why, and his mood immediately improved, but he didn't say much, just asked him softly: "What are you looking at?"

Daniel thought for a while: "I'm looking at your family's history."

Draco:?

"According to Muggles, what would this be called... "The First Pot of Gold"? Or "Things About How I Became a Rich Man Through Being a Middleman" or something like that."

Draco: oo

Draco: "It's time to go to bed, I'm going to the Quidditch field tomorrow morning..."

Draco looked at Daniel's expression again, and then added: "If you want to see it, there is still a chance to watch it later."

"Okay." Daniel picked up the book, stretched himself, stood up himself, stuffed the book back to its original position, and lowered his head to reach out to Draco who was still sitting on the ground.

"Come on, it's bedtime for good boys."

The faint light was reflected in Draco's eyes, and he raised his head to look at the hand stretched out in front of him.

He paused for a moment, reached out and patted Daniel's hand, held his hand a little harder, and stood up with strength.

"Let's go." He replied succinctly.

"Oh, that's right." Daniel patted himself on the head: "Don't worry, I sleep very honestly at night... Wait, are you sleeping in the same bed with me? Are you? Or is it me? The one in charge of laying the floor?"

"Stop it!" Draco dragged the guy away.

Daniel was completely bewildered.

...............

The fog in the early morning was so heavy that it was almost impossible to see anything in the thick fog.After walking for about ten minutes, a door appeared in front of my eyes, and then a small stone house.

In the mist, one could barely see hundreds of tents of strange shapes behind the stone houses. They climbed up the gentle slope of the large field, which stretched out to a dark forest on the horizon.

A man stood at the door of the stone house, looking at the tents.He looked like the only rock in the red bean - a pure Muggle.As soon as the man heard their footsteps, he turned to look at them.

"Mr. Roberts?" Mr. Malfoy asked.

"Oh, that's right," said Mr. Roberts. "Who are you?"

"The one who booked the camp tent." The Malfoy family was still wearing the same wizard robes, and Roberts looked strangely at Daniel.

Mr. Roberts stared at Mr. Malfoy's snake-shaped scepter with a strange expression, and then continued to ask: "When is the appointment, sir?"

"A week ago, Malfoy."

"Okay." Mr. Roberts said, looking at the one-line watch posted on the door, "The location of your tent is on the west side of the camp. I hope you are satisfied."

Draco was looking around strangely, when he heard Roberts clear his throat again: "Sir, are you... believers of a particular religion... or something?"

Before waiting for a few people to answer him, he said to himself: "Just 10 minutes ago, two people wanted to pay me a big gold coin the size of a hubcap. I want to ask, this is your belief Rally? Or something? Not just foreigners, but a lot of weirdos, you know? There's a guy walking around in a pleated skirt and a South American cape."

Daniel let out a burst of laughter, he really couldn't hold back, he just waved his hand at Draco.

"Really? Isn't it?" Mr. Roberts looked like he wanted to be recognized: "They are really weird, I don't know... They are like... clowns in the circus, and they even exchanged opinions with each other. Meet! This is horrible, this camp has never been more popular than it is today, but I don't know what's going on..."

"That's right, sir." Daniel stepped forward, determined to coax the poor gatekeeper a bit: "This is a famous big company gathering—the kind that allows everyone to role-play—in the midst of busy work, The company hopes that everyone can find the long-lost childhood in the wild and bring their families."

"Oh!" Roberts seemed to be convinced: "The rich people nowadays are really weird, so what are you playing?"

"..." Draco opened his mouth, and Daniel immediately answered, "Wizard, we are pretending that we are magicians who can shoot fireballs."

"Okay, okay." Roberts muttered: "Burning witches, now playing witches...you can go in, I wish you a good vacation-is it a paid vacation?"

"Of course!" Daniel quickly led Draco into the camp.

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The faint light was reflected in Draco's eyes, and he raised his head to look at the hand stretched out in front of him.

mom, i feel like...

Draco: Gay is myself.

Quietly played pixel boyfriend, Nikaido is so cute, but I am not suitable for playing otome games!After attacking one person, I dare not attack other people anymore. I always feel that I am cheating (grass) but Nikaido is really cute, and Xiao Honghong has a super good personality!