HP Wizard Age

When she and Draco stopped at the hospital wing on a broom, Madam Pomfrey called Merlin in fright, especially when she saw the injury on Asteria's forehead, "Miss Knightley, this is not It was caused by magic, what happened to cause such an injury.”

"Madame Pomfrey, I won't leave a scar, will I?" Astria looked at the hideous wound in the mirror and asked worriedly.

Madam Pomfrey immediately replied, "Of course not after drinking my potion. Mister Malfoy, please let me go!"

Madam Pomfrey took out a clean gauze and poured the potion on it, ignoring Asteria's resistance, wrapping it around her head several times.

"It's so ugly!" Astria looked at her appearance in disgust.

Madam Pomfrey went to get a new potion, Draco sat on the chair beside the bed with a sullen face, "Isn't it caused by magic?"

At that time, he thought that someone cast an attack spell on her, but who would have thought that it was not caused by magic?

When Draco still wanted to question, Dumbledore led a group into the medical wing.

"Miss Knightley, how do you feel now?"

"I think the world is still beautiful, Professor."

Dumbledore was amused by her answer, but soon became serious, "Tell me about your experience."

It's a disaster, Astria slowly started from the beginning.

Speaking of the black smoke passing through her body, Professor McGonagall, who had been by the side, exclaimed, "Imperius Curse? You actually used the Imperius Curse on a child!"

Dumbledore also pursed his lips, which he did not expect.

Why her?What did the diary want from her?Who wants anything from a Knightley?

Astria had a bold guess at the time, and she later confirmed her idea by arranging the name Tom Marvolo Riddle.

It was the mysterious man. When he got the answer, Astria broke out in a cold sweat.

"Okay, we got it. Maybe you need to take a good look at Miss Knightley again, have a cup of hot cocoa, and eat a piece of your favorite chocolate cake. I have to say, the cake you recommended is really very good." tasty."

"Albus?" Professor McGonagall called to stop Dumbledore from getting off topic, and then gave her and Draco a worried look.

"Things are over, Minerva, the world is still beautiful." Dumbledore patted Professor McGonagall on the shoulder in relief, leaving the Weasleys and Harry Ron Ginny behind. After all, they also needed to see their injuries.

"Then let's check the injury again, Miss Knightley?" Madam Pomfrey said seriously.

Astria groaned secretly.

The white cloth was pulled up around the hospital bed, and Madam Pomfrey's yelling came from inside——

"Oh! Miss Knightley!"

"You actually did something like this to yourself. Girls are Merlin's most precious gift to us."

"Miss Knightley, I will prepare a potion for you, and you can't let me miss what you have for a day."

After Madam Pomfrey finished processing everything, there were a few more bottles of potion on Astria's bedside table.

Weasley was in another room with Harry and the others, so after Madam Pomfrey left, there was silence in the ward.

Neither of them spoke.

After a while, Draco said with difficulty: "That diary belongs to him, right?"

That goes without saying.

Astria nodded.

"First grade, Sorcerer's Stone, you're in the hospital wing because of him?"

These two things are not difficult to connect, and Draco, who knows the general situation, can quickly sort out his thoughts.

She nodded again.

Draco was a little frustrated, powerless, and a little angry, "Why? What does he want from you..."

He stopped suddenly, what else could there be, the astrology of the Knightley family was enough.

"It's a prophecy, Draco." Asteria raised his hand and stretched the ceiling.

The ceiling began to become transparent, and a gorgeous starry sky appeared above their heads. Broken stars lingered around the nebula, like the favorite magic gems of noble ladies, so mysterious that it captured people's hearts and minds.

"The trajectory of the stars will tell me the past, present, and future, and then the Knightley family will calculate the prophecy and record the important prophecy."

Asteria pointed to an asteroid and drew its next trajectory, "Like this one, here, it will be destroyed."

A few seconds later Draco saw the asteroid, where she had pointed it out, hit by a gigantic meteorite, turning the entire planet into cosmic dust.

The ceiling returned to its original appearance, and the scene of the destruction of the planet just now seemed to have never existed.

"Prophecy is indeed very tempting, isn't it?" Astria's voice was a bit ethereal, as if floating in the air.

She stretched out her finger and touched Draco's brow, "Don't frown, Draco. I know what you want, and like I said, the world is still beautiful."

Draco loosened his tightly locked brows and looked into her eyes. He found that the light in her eyes shone finely, as if it had filled the entire Milky Way, as if, there was another him.

Draco pulled her hand down, held it in his hand, and covered Astria's eyes with the other hand, and said, "Don't look at me like that."

The girl's breath gently swept over the palm of his hand, making him feel hot all over, but when he thought of the diary, his mood immediately cooled down.

"You have a good rest." Draco felt that the chair under him was too tight, he avoided Astria's eyes, retracted his hand, and turned to leave.

After a long time, a small faint sigh came from the room.

"The master gave Dobby a sock, and Dobby got a sock, and Dobby—Dobby is free!"

More than?Isn't that his elf?Draco subconsciously frowned again, pulled out his wand and ran towards the direction of the sound.

"Harry Potter? Dobby?" Draco pointed his wand at them both.

After Harry learned that the diary belonged to Malfoy's family, he suddenly felt sorry for Astria, because the diary that hurt her was sent to Hogwarts by Mr. Malfoy himself.

"You've deprived my family of servants, Potter!" Draco's distaste for Harry increased, but then he added, "The Malfoys don't need disloyal servants. You know the house-elf rules, how much?" Compare."

Dobby shrank subconsciously when he heard the last sentence. The so-called house elf rules never reveal any information about the owner, even the former owner. Otherwise, all the elves will be hostile.

Lucius calmed down his anger, satisfied with his heir's words.

"Draco, let's go." The father and son had the same arrogant and indifferent expression on their faces.

Silence circulated between the father and son, and Draco probably guessed why his father came to Hogwarts, because his father always hated Dumbledore, so he wanted to kick him out of the headmaster position.

But for him, it doesn't matter who is the principal.

"Father, maybe we need to talk." Draco finally said his thoughts in the corridor.

Lucius stopped, squinted at his heir, talk?It's a rare thing.

They found an empty classroom, cast a Silencing Charm, and ignored the curse before starting the Malfoy family conversation.

"Father, I want to ask you as the heir of the Malfoy family, is that diary once in our house?"

He had seen the diary at home, it was on his father's desk, and every time his father took out this diary, his face had an expression of resentment and disgust.

The expression on Lucius' face changed slightly, "Why do you know about the diary, Draco?"

Draco said what had happened before, and the Malfoys never lied to their loved ones.

After he finished speaking, the classroom was silent for 5 minutes.

"Father, are we right?" The heir of the Malfoy family asked him a question that had puzzled him for a long time. Before, it was an honor for him to be an heir, and he enjoyed its aura unscrupulously, but he discovered recently that this is even more important. He needs to continue the glory of the Malfoy family, and more importantly, he needs to protect his relatives.

"Do you know what you're talking about, Draco?" Lucius sensed his hidden meaning, and there was anger in his tone.

"I know, father."

"Then you understand, you shouldn't say that!" Lucius angrily interrupted what Draco was about to say.

Draco's face paled a little more, his mouth was pursed, and his hands hanging on both sides were tightly clenched into fists.

The father and son were relatively silent, for a long time Lucius took a deep breath, looked at Draco, "Did you know something?"

He let out another long groan, pulled the corners of his mouth, and said with a half-smile, "What did Knightley tell you?"

Draco's eyes flickered, "She said, knowing what we want, the world is still a good place, father."

Lucius put away even the hypocritical smile on the corner of his mouth, and looked at his heir expressionlessly.