young man returning home

Chapter 42 Elegy and Weeping

Malfoy Manor.

It rained like a torrential rain.

He lighted a cigar lightly, and that action was very much like old Malfoy.Every frown, smile, and every move seems to have been rubbed by a skilled craftsman, engraved in the mold of genetic inheritance, and flowed into Malfoy's blood vessels.

Sometimes he is just too much like Lucius.

"Mom, I didn't expect that such a past event surprised me." Draco squinted his eyes and exhaled a mouthful of smoke rings. His beautiful and slender fingers gently pinched the cigarette butt, and the family tail ring was like a perched dragonfly. On the little finger, it is shiny.Malfoy-like delicacy, down to the bone.

"Good boy, when did you learn to smoke? Like your father." Narcissa asked softly.Her voice is elegant and charming, freshly extracted from the soul of gorgeous Muggle ballads, and still has the aftertaste of telling stories.

The black-robed witch stood in front of the huge French windows, looking at the vast and silent Malfoy Manor into the night sky, lost in thought.She suddenly heard the conversation between her sister and her nephew, she turned slightly, and out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of Lucius who was deep in thought. Suddenly, Mr. Malfoy also raised his head at this moment, and the two looked at each other, frowning and worried on the face.

Andromeda coughed lightly: "Draco, is there any coffee here? In such a cold weather, it would be great if there is a cup of hot coffee and the whole family can get together and talk." She stopped suddenly, waved her hand, Helplessly, he smiled bitterly and said, "Ah, I really forgot, what is this place? How could there be coffee here!" Andromeda left behind a series of sighs, the fire in the fireplace was still beating, and the firelight was reflected on the wizard's face. The chamber is red.The cold carvings and the bright lights in the halls still lack the warmth of ordinary people in the Muggle world talking together, and her dear sister has lived in the cold cellar of the gorgeous manor for so many years.

Draco moved his body slightly, trying to stand up from the sofa - of course he didn't do that, the little girl leaning on his shoulder almost lost her balance and slipped off his shoulder, Draco stretched out his hand lightly Gently patted Hermione's head, straightening her upright, Hermione breathed lightly on his neck, itching.

"There's coffee here, Aunt Andromeda." He waved his hand, motioning for Luna to get it: "Excuse me, Ravenclaw, there's coffee beans in that small cabinet on the second floor of the third row of bookshelves in Draco's small study." , under the eyes of the wizards, it is very convenient to wave the wand casually, and it is very convenient to cook."

Ravenclaw stood up: "Happy to oblige..."

"Ah, Draco, I saw it once, coffee beans?" Narcissa was obviously surprised.

"Yes, Mom, of course you don't know, I've been lying to you that those are the toad eggs I used for experiments..." Draco smiled.

"Oh, my dear boy, my aunt almost lost her interest in drinking coffee." Andromeda shrugged and made a mischievous face like a child.

The reminiscence of relatives suddenly seemed so natural, and Malfoy Manor was immersed in a kind of warmth that had never been experienced in a big family.

Of course, Miss Granger was already in a sweet dream, lying on Slytherin's shoulders.

Draco looked at the sleeping little girl and smiled palely. "Good dreams." He whispered.

Just a small spell, Hermione's fate is like the rhizome of a dandelion, fluttering in the wind.

The rain is getting heavier.

Andromeda stood in front of the window, with her hands closed against the glass window, the transparent glass suddenly disappeared, the raindrops hit her face frantically, her forehead was covered with wet hair, her eyes were bright and vigilant.

The bell on the silver bracelet in his left hand vibrated frantically.A condensed drop of water dripped from the tip of the wand, and it wobbled to the ground like a tear.

Narcissa stood up, her face was facing the drafty window, her long blond hair was blown by the strong wind, and it was messy on her shoulders.Her expression seemed to be distorted by the terrified weather.She stumbled towards her sister, big tears streaming from her beautiful eyes.

The bell inlaid with the silver bracelet in the left hand leaps wildly, like a trapped elf, waiting for this moment of free sky light, dancing in the wind and rain.

dance.

Mrs. Malfoy raised her left hand and stared at it as if dying.

Andromeda put her arms around the former youngest daughter of the Black family: "Sissy, don't be afraid." She patted Narcissa on the shoulder, and the strength in her hands was transmitted to Mrs. Malfoy's heart along an unfathomable connection.

Narcissa held her wand tightly: "I'm not afraid, sister. Whoever wants to hurt Draco is my enemy."

Andromeda sighed deeply, and turned her head to the window: "Blake's children are killing each other." Under the heavy sky, thunder and lightning flashed.Her tone of voice, her beautiful side face, at this moment resembled their mother very much.

Narcissa bowed her head, the rain soaking her gorgeous robes.Time flies, many years ago, when the little blond girl raised her skirt and sneaked to find the Gryffindor Seeker, it was the same cold weather.But now, she stood here, with years of undiminished elegance engraved into the wrinkles, with the aroma of wine, as Mrs. Malfoy, to defend her homeland.Engraved in the name of death.

"Take it easy, Sissy, this day will come sooner or later, won't it?" Andromeda turned her head and smiled, the rain on her face made her look more lovely, full of naughty youth.

Everyone knows what will happen next.Two silver bracelets with different dances, the bells seem to live in a hysterical elf, shouting with all their strength, the noisy sound almost shattered everyone's eardrums.

Everyone knows what will happen next.

The owners of the silver bracelet are the three Black sisters, who are connected by induction.And the bracelets of Andromeda and Narcissa kept screaming crazily, because the only absent owner of the silver bracelet was coming.

Bellatrix is ​​coming.

The nephew who betrayed the pure blood will be liquidated, and the crazy Mrs. Lestrange will not let him go.

"Whoever moves my son will not step on my dead body." Mrs. Malfoy said fiercely, biting her lower lip.

Andromeda's melancholy eyes swept across the room, and she was at a loss when she met the same melancholy and helpless eyes of Lucius.

The annoying little boy played with his wand indifferently, a green light shot out, and the broken glass windows were instantly closed and repaired: "Unhappy weather, no interest in drinking coffee."

Luna stood there blankly, the six cups of steaming coffee on the tray were steaming and sizzling, but they were extremely cold.

Ravenclaw withdrew his foot and was hesitating: "It seems that everyone is not interested in drinking coffee."

She was about to sit back on the sofa when her feet slipped suddenly. She staggered and supported the sofa, almost staggering and falling.

It was the wand that rolled on the ground that slipped her.In this critical moment, all wizards held their weapons tightly, including Draco.

Ravenclaw looked up his wand suspiciously. Hermione's hand was hanging limply, swaying slightly under the influence of inertia.

"Draco?" Luna asked confused.