HP's Kiss of Eternity

Why didn't the current savior and the Ministry of Magic kill Malfoy?

Lucius knew the reason.

Malfoy was to the politicians like a big honeyed cake in a thornbush.It looks sweet and attractive, but not everyone has the strength or courage to go through the spikes before touching the cake.

The centipede is dead but not stiff. The history of the Malfoy family is too long, so long that they dare not let Malfoy fall easily, and they are not willing to let him go easily.

Lucius' aura was so strong that the Savior and the entire Auror team could only leave in despair.

Scorpius looked at his wrist grabbed by Lucius, his eyes were a little straight.

"I'm going out tomorrow. You must at least be able to learn basic detection spells. A manager of a wizarding family's property must not know magic." Lucius didn't let go of Scorpius until it was confirmed that all the intruders had left. hands, tiredly rubbing the space between his brows.

"Where are you going, don't you need me to follow?" Scorpius asked quickly.

Lucius stood up and went back to the room without answering Scorpius' question, but the latter grabbed his sleeve.

"Father!"

"Don't pull me. If you're not sleepy, just read a little more." Lucius tugged at his sleeve but didn't move it. "I'm going to the Muggle world tomorrow, let go."

"I can go with you." Scorpius let go, but instead stood up and followed Lucius' footsteps.

"Will you get along with Muggles?" Lucius said in a contemptuous tone without looking back.

"Yes, father, I have been living in the Muggle world before." Scorpius said hastily.

Lucius's steps stopped suddenly, and he looked back inquiringly: "Are you living in the Muggle world?"

"Um, yes. I went to university in the Muggle world." Scorpius nodded hurriedly.

"Very well. After breakfast, get dressed."

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Scorpius will be very curious about what Lucius is going to do in the Muggle world, because in his cognition, the Lila Malfoy family will always have an attitude of respecting Muggles.

As a result, I followed Lucius to a house in London and met a person, took some documents, took a Muggle car to the bank, and Scorpius discovered that what Lucius was doing was the death of Draco certificates, certificates of property, insurance indemnity agreements, and transfers of estates.

"ID card." While waiting in the VIP room, Lucius held out his hand to Scorpius.

"Mine?" Scorpius said in amazement.

"Of course, do you want to deduct the inheritance tax again after I die?" Lucius urged impatiently.

When the bank receptionist heard what Lucius said, he raised his head in surprise and kept looking at the two people sitting opposite him.When he met the receptionist's slightly disdainful eyes, Scorpius could only smile helplessly.

The Muggle procedures are very cumbersome, and Lucius handles a lot of business at one time, which consumes a lot of time in the end.

Finally, at Scorpius' proposal, the two went to a restaurant not far from the bank for dinner.

"Looks like you're quite comfortable with life in the Muggle world." Lucius tapped the mixing spoon and set it aside.

Scorpius looked at Lucius' coffee mug and nodded.

"What did you study in Muggle university?" Lucius asked casually, bringing coffee to his mouth.

Scorpius followed Lucius's coffee cup and moved his gaze to Lucius' eyes.The latter raised his eyebrows at his hesitation, not knowing why: "I studied Muggle medicine."

Lucius' casualness and his cup of coffee froze in place. He lowered his eyes, put down the cup, and leaned back on the sofa as usual, without saying a word.

Scorpius didn't wait for Lucius' response, hesitated for a while, and said, "Are you sure you don't need to see a doctor, or find a wizard healer, father?"

Lucius's reaction was like glaring at Scorpius, with the anger that was exposed on his face: "I thought, you should expect me to die tomorrow."

Regarding his own body, Lucius had already noticed something was wrong.In addition to the magic cycle, the wizard's body is as weak as a Muggle.Wizarding families usually have more than one child, but even so, the wizarding population has remained almost constant.Even the constant appearance of Mudbloods in recent years has failed to breathe life into the growth of the wizarding population.

Magical accidents and disease are the only means of death for most wizards.

Abraxas died younger than Lucius at the end of his life. From this perspective, Lucius feels that he has survived two wars and the prison of Azkaban. Much stronger than his father.

If he hadn't had a hunch that he didn't have much time, Lucius would not have accepted Scorpius who was still full of doubts.

But he always thought that he was hiding it well, but he never thought that Scorpius might have seen the clues the first time he met him.

No matter how careful Scorpius' tone is, the feeling of being exposed never fails to annoy Lucius.

Scorpius didn't respond positively to Lucius' glaring, his eyes were attracted by the scene outside the window before Lucius finished his rhetorical question.

Outside the glass of the restaurant facing the street, a father and son happened to stop here.The two people who got along freely didn't know that behind the glass next to them, there were two more spectators.

The child is only about three or four years old, and is not as tall as a man's waistline.The child who was walking holding his father's hand suddenly stopped and hugged his father's thigh. His flushed face and pouting mouth clearly expressed his dissatisfaction.

Maybe it was because he was tired from walking, or maybe because he missed his favorite toy, the child lost his temper and cried out in a short while.

The father squatted down at a loss, wiping away the child's tears with his sleeves with a slightly clumsy movement, and every curve of his facial features expressed his distress for the child's crying.

After coaxing him softly for a while, the child laughed through his tears, hugged his father's face and gave him a kiss.At this time, the sorrow on the father's face was also blown away.He picked up the child and let him ride on his shoulders.Big hands holding small hands, the two father and son continued their not-so-special journey with smiles all over their faces.

It was just such an unremarkable scene, but Scorpius looked at it in a daze.

Lucius only glanced at it, then looked away.

"If I can listen to you, Father, can you treat me as Draco?" Scorpius watched the father and son disappear completely before turning around, with a hint of pleading and expectation in his tone.

Lucius looked at Scorpius' eyebrows unexpectedly, not knowing how to respond.

"My mother died because of a difficult childbirth when she gave birth to me, all her life, unmarried." Scorpius' voice was faint, "Auntie Leila hated the other person who gave me life, and I also hated me who took the life of her favorite sister. As childish as it sounds, I don't want anything in particular. What my father was prepared to give up is not what I care about. I come because I want to be free. What you want is not freedom."

"Can I call you Papa?" Scorpius demanded.

"I'm not used to this address," Lucius looked at himself folded his hands on the table, "there will be no second Draco in this world. To me, no matter what your identity is, you will only be Si Kopi."

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