After hearing Draco's thoughts, everyone couldn't sit still.

Chapter 147 Malfoys

I don't know what the adults were talking about, but when Madam Olympe Maxime and Headmaster Igor Karkaroff returned, their faces were not looking good. They glanced at Narcissa fearfully from time to time, then returned to their seats without saying a word.

Narcissa and Severus Snape were whispering to each other, but Albus Dumbledore and Dumbledore were nowhere to be seen.

"Children," Narcissa came to Draco and Harry. "We're going to Malfoy Manor later, Draco." She looked at Draco Malfoy. Thinking of what Snape had said to her, she couldn't help but soften her brows and look at him lovingly.

"Luke and I will always love our little dragon. Even though he isn't smart or outstanding, he is our only and most precious treasure. I believe Narcissa and Lucius here think the same."

Narcissa believed that they all loved Draco deeply, even if Draco did not become what they expected.

Narcissa's words made Draco's nervousness about returning home disappear. Even if I'm not what my parents expected me to be, am I still their treasure?

He didn't know what his parents felt during the month he was missing, or how they would react when they saw him.

Will you blame him for being ignorant?

What Draco Malfoy didn't say was that the reason he followed the house-elf that day was because he had a conflict with his father.

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As soon as the game was over, after returning to the tent, Lucius Malfoy solemnly told Draco Malfoy to stay in the tent and not go out.

Draco Malfoy was very curious, and he felt that he had grown up and no longer needed to be overprotected, so he pestered his father and tried to find out from him what had happened.

In the past, although Lucius Malfoy was strict with Draco Malfoy, he was always powerless against his son's coquettishness.

Normally, Draco Malfoy would have gotten the answer from his father if he hadn't bothered a few more times. However, this time, the situation was completely different.

"Draco! I told you to stay here and don't go anywhere! Don't ask so many questions! You are not a child anymore!" Lucius Malfoy got angry in a rare moment. If he was gone...

Lucius Malfoy swallowed the words that were about to come to his lips, and a strong sense of anger and helplessness surged in his heart. Voldemort, Voldemort! This demon, who should have been sleeping in the grave forever, had now reappeared and disrupted everything. He should have been protecting his family and keeping them away from danger, but at this moment, he felt deeply powerless.

"When will you act like the Malfoy heir? Draco. Now, immediately, go back to your room. The house-elf will take you back in a moment." Lucius Malfoy, who had been exhausted by the news of Voldemort's imminent resurrection for many days, spoke in a much heavier tone than usual.

Lucius Malfoy always had a bad feeling, and he couldn't help but think of the diary. He didn't know if the path he had chosen was right, but Draco, Narcissa... and the Malfoy family... he was willing to pay any price to protect them, to protect his family!

Draco Malfoy, who had been spoiled by his parents since childhood, had never heard such harsh words from his father.

He had always been proud of the Malfoy family name and had ambitiously hoped to bring the Malfoy family to the top. However, Lucius Malfoy's last words seemed to deny him.

Draco Malfoy's eyes widened, his face filled with shock and confusion. He couldn't understand why his father would speak to him like that. He wanted to argue, but seeing his father's tired yet determined look, he ultimately chose to obey.

Draco Malfoy was filled with confusion and loss. He didn't understand why his father treated him like this, and he didn't understand why his efforts didn't seem to be recognized.

The misunderstanding was so simple. Perhaps Lucius Malfoy did not mean those things, but the tone and words he used made Draco feel that all his efforts were in vain.

Am I not qualified enough to be a qualified heir? Draco Malfoy felt very confused. He watched his father's back as he hurried away until his eyes gradually turned red and tears blurred his vision.

At this moment, he didn't want to stay in this tent for another minute, because every second he stayed there, he would involuntarily recall the harsh reprimand Lucius Malfoy had just given him.

This was the first time Draco Malfoy went against his father's wishes and sneaked out of the Malfoy family tent.

Draco Malfoy remembered that there was a quiet little forest not far away, which was a good place to relax, so he walked in that direction without hesitation.

Of course, he also heard something else from his father's words: something was going to happen tonight, and it wouldn't be peaceful. He gripped his wand tightly, feeling a little more at ease.

He wandered aimlessly in the forest until the hurried figure of a house-elf caught his attention.

No, to be more precise, it was the wand in the house-elf's hand that caught his attention. The wand looked very familiar, not exactly the same as the wand of his mortal enemy, Harry Potter.

He followed curiously, wondering why the house-elf had stolen Harry Potter's wand? Was he instructed to do so? Who was his master?

Humph, after he understands these problems, he must get the wand back, and then laugh at Scarhead for even losing his wand.

Draco Malfoy didn't think he couldn't even beat a house-elf. In his impression, these elves were always timid.

The result...the result was just as Hermione Granger said, Draco Malfoy discovered Harry Potter and the others following him, and his bickering with Harry Potter and the others obviously greatly cheered up the young master who was in a bad mood.

At this moment, Harry Potter's pupils suddenly constricted, and he shouted at Draco, "Get out of the way! Draco!"

"Huh?" What did Scarhead call him? Draco Malfoy turned his head subconsciously. The white mist quickly enveloped him. Before being swallowed, he seemed to see Harry Potter rushing towards him and stretching out his hand.

I must have seen it wrong...

Anyway, this is what happened. After hearing Narcissa say that they would go to Malfoy Manor after dinner, he actually hoped that the dinner could last a little longer.

But what was to come had to come. Under the gaze of everyone, Narcissa calmly led Harry and the other three, along with Draco Malfoy and Severus Snape, onto the teleportation array.

Malfoy Manor was sealed? Never mind. Was there anything else about the Malfoy family that she didn't know? Those defensive spells were nothing compared to her.

Only after their figures disappeared did the auditorium erupt into a violent uproar.

"Harry? Harry?" Hermione Granger turned and saw Harry Potter's serious face. "What are you thinking about?"

"...Nothing." Harry Potter stared at the place where Draco Malfoy disappeared. Draco...will you choose me?

Lucius Malfoy sat in the dim living room. It was getting dark, but he had no mind to turn on the lights.

His face was tired, and his expression was full of pain, worry and self-blame.

It has been a month, and there is still no news of Draco. He no longer has time to think about Voldemort, saviors, or Death Eaters. He just wants his Draco to appear safely.

It was all his fault. If he hadn't been so strict that day, Draco wouldn't have run away. Where was he? Was he hungry? Thirsty? Was he hurt? Was he crying helplessly in a corner?

"Luke." Narcissa Malfoy turned on the light in the living room and sat down next to Lucius worriedly.

She was also worried about Draco, but strangely, between her and Lucius Malfoy, she was the more rational. Draco's name was still lit up on the Malfoy family tree, indicating that his life was not in immediate danger.

Her husband was like a taut string, ready to break at any moment. She had to remain calm, even though she was just as worried and heartbroken at the thought of her baby suffering in an unknown corner.

"Alas..." Narcissa Malfoy sighed, a little sad. "Where are you, Draco?"