HP's Kiss of Eternity

Scorpius glanced at the roll of parchment on the snow, then turned his eyes away to look at Lucius' back.

This person caresses the tombstone in the background of the heavy snow, the warmth is too dazzling.Like a fiercely burning match, it is so dangerous that it will blow away in the next second.

"Do you want to die, father?" Scorpius kicked the parchment in front of him, and asked quietly.

But Lucius didn't seem to hear his murmur, and stood in the snow for a while, then turned around and said, "Let's go, let's go back." After speaking, he walked towards the corner of the cemetery without looking at the parchment on the ground. entrance and exit.

Scorpius stared at the ground for a moment, frowning.

The brown parchment was half-buried by the snowflakes that continued to fall in a short while, perhaps as long as it turned around again, no one would be able to find its existence again.

Scorpius finally squatted down, picked up the parchment, and wiped off the snow residue on it: "This kind of thing can't be wasted!" After speaking, Scorpius put the parchment into his pocket , turned around and followed Lucius' pace.

During dinner time, the two were relatively silent.Lucius kept smiling, but he couldn't hide the tiredness in the corners of his eyes.Just after dinner, Lucius went straight back to his room.

Originally, Lucius just wanted to rest in bed, so he got up and went over the information he was going to show Scorpius the next day.But as soon as he touched the soft bed, he fell asleep uncontrollably.

When Lucius opened his eyes again, it was already dawn the next day.

As time went by, Lucius found that his uncontrollable drowsiness was getting longer and longer, and this was not a good phenomenon.Although Draco's return made him feel relieved, the affairs of the Malfoy family have not been handed over after all.

Walking out of the room, Scorpius reappeared outside the door without any surprise, standing still.There is no difference from the previous few days, except that the cheeks have become redder.This is obviously because the waiting time of the other party has become longer.

"Why, are you worried that I won't be able to get up?" Lucius felt a little annoyed by his discovery, and his tone became less comfortable.

"Yes, father. You looked very tired last night. I was worried if you were sick." Scorpius' answer wasn't perfect, but it wasn't bad either.It's just that hearing it in Lucius' ears always feels a little uncomfortable.

With a cold snort, Lucius waved his hands and took a step forward: "What you worry about won't happen."

"Do you know what I'm worried about?" Scorpius asked curiously.

"Don't be too hypocritical, since I have already promised, I will not keep it in my own hands. Except for you, those things will not be handed over to anyone else." Lucius felt bad about Scorpius' ignorance and cheekiness.

"No, you don't know what I'm worried about at all." Scorpius whispered, not looking very confident.

"what ever."

Once a family's industry spreads out, the difficulty will increase exponentially with the scale of the industry if it wants to fully inherit it.If Draco was still alive, he would probably be accompanied by Lucius, and it would take at least one to two years for Lucius to let go.

Of course, if there is no matter about the Dark Lord, Draco may gradually start to get a preliminary understanding from the summer vacation of the fifth and sixth grades, so as to shorten the time required for the handover.

However, now these if no longer need to be considered.Lucius didn't have such ample time for Scorpius.

Scorpius looked weak, but Lucius didn't think that was his true face.

Picking out the relevant information from the letters received this morning, Lucius planned to take Scorpius directly to deal with the specific problems encountered in the store.Troubleshooting can be a quick way to get information.

Potions were originally a necessity in the daily life of wizards, but after the war, the status and value of potions increased day by day.The brewing of potions requires not only talent, but also the accumulation of experience.The precipitation in this aspect made Malfoy's potion shop one of the only industries that still had an obvious supporting role on the face of the family.

But this morning, the manager of the potion shop sent a letter, reporting the phenomenon of returning goods recently encountered.There were complaints that the potions produced by the pharmacy were not of the quality required by the Ministry of Magic.Request return and compensation.

It is not difficult to deal with such a problem, and the store manager only reports routinely.But Lucius still decided to take Scorpius to have a look.

"Go and check this batch of potions." Lucius stood beside the store manager and ordered Scorpius to come forward with his chin.The latter looked at the bottles and cans on the table in embarrassment, stepped forward, picked them up and looked at them for a while, but didn't know how to proceed.

"Take out your wand, Scorpius, the detection of potions is not just based on looking." Lucius urged with a tense jaw, "Don't delay."

Scorpius put down the potion bottle and shook his head at Lucius: "I won't."

"Your wand, Scorpius. Don't make me say it a third time."

"I don't, Father." Scorpius looked innocent. "I don't have a wand. I haven't learned magic."

Lucius took a deep breath, and he didn't know what to say when he was so angry: "I never knew that Leila's situation was so embarrassing that she couldn't even afford the tuition of a little wizard? You learned it in Italy after all. What happened? A grown wizard, no wand, no magic, are you kidding me, Scorpius?"

"No, father, I really haven't learned magic." Because it doesn't need to.

But Scorpius didn't say anything in the second half.It's just that his defense was a little too straightforward, so that Lucius rolled his eyes directly, changed his itinerary, and took him to the wand shop.

"Good day, Mr. Malfoy, how can I help you?" The post-war wand shop became one of the industries directly under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic.The purpose is to stop a group of wizards who have been forgiven for their post-war crimes but stripped of their wand-holding rights from regaining their wands.Coincidentally, Lucius' name was also on that blacklist.

"A magic wand, that's obvious." Lucius thought that he might have to take into account the issue of Scorpius' magic professor, so his mood became particularly bad, and his tone was naturally not much better.

"But you..." the clerk faltered, hinting with his eyes.

"It's not me, let him try." Lucius put himself on the waiting stool, crossed his legs and sulked.

Scorpius and the clerk looked at each other, but there was no progress.

"Father..." Scorpius turned his head, continuing his innocence.

"That's enough, put away your childishness, Scorpius, don't try to make my mood worse." Lucius spoke very quickly and taught Scorpius' expression back, and then turned his finger The clerk, "This is my adopted son, Mr. clerk. Although Lucius is on the blacklist, he is not Malfoy. If you are not sure, you can send a letter to the Ministry of Magic to check. Also, even if I don't have a wand now , but at least there will be some leverage over the Ministry of Magic's ability to change staff in one of its wand shops. If you don't want to cause trouble for us all, I'd like to see the measurements start now. Any questions?"

"No, I'm sorry, Mr. Malfoy." The clerk shook his head hurriedly.

Looking at the fourth expression on Lucius's face besides coldness, sarcasm and tenderness, Scorpius suddenly felt an unstoppable smile rise from the bottom of his heart.

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