After walking out of Snape's house, Lucius moved his fingers. He was not used to holding the cane, and suddenly felt very uncomfortable.
He simply put his hands in his pockets and looked back at the closed door.
Goodbye, my old friend.
I'm going to pursue my dream in a faraway place.
Maybe when we meet again, we will be enemies until death and belong to different camps.
But, I am so relieved to entrust my child to you, even if one day I may die under your magic wand.
Lucius smiled slightly, with a relaxed and joyful look on his face that had not been seen for a while. He turned to look at his crying wife and said softly, "Maybe you should stay too, Draco needs a mother."
"No!" Narcissa shouted forcefully, grabbed Lucius's sleeve, stared at him forcefully, and said forcefully, "You promised, you swore, we will die together.
We will be buried in the same tomb!"
Lucius pursed his lips, not knowing why he wanted to laugh, so he laughed very happily.
He shook his arms and said, "Then, dear Mrs. Malfoy, let's go."
"Yeah!" Narcissa held his arm tightly.
Peng~
With an explosion, their figures disappeared around the corner of the alley.
Snape stood in front of the window, looking at the direction they left for a long time, pursed his lips, and a silver smoke rose up, and his whole person turned into bubbles and dissipated in the air.
…
Draco sat on one side of the round table with a dazed look on his face, not knowing when the meeting ended.
People were coming and going. After the meeting, some people stayed and said a few words to Anton. They didn’t know what they said, which made everyone laugh.
There were also a few standing not far away discussing something, and the discussion was very loud.
Buzzingly.
He felt that his head was in chaos, and everything seemed to be spinning in a blur. He couldn't even hear clearly what Anton was saying in the meeting, nor what the people around him were saying.
I don’t know how long it took, but a ringing sound suddenly appeared in my ears, tearing everything apart, and all the truth poured in from my eyes and ears.
Draco raised his head stiffly and looked at the empty conference room and Anton's smiling face in astonishment.
Dobby, the house elf who was once his servant, glanced at him with some fear, then carried several large basins and laboriously placed them on the table, making a few more slight clatters.
Anton held an old-looking wine bottle in one hand and snapped his fingers with the other.
Suddenly, the cork of the wine bottle popped up from the mouth of the bottle and landed gently upside down on the table.
Wow~
The crystal light brown wine flowed out of the bottle, exploded into a few splashes of water in the glass, and then fell down along the wall of the glass.
Anton picked up the wine glass and shook it, and suddenly a burst of cold water vapor rose up, and he gently placed it in front of Draco.
"One of my followers is called the Black Widow. She used more than a hundred highly toxic things to brew this 'Hundred Poison Wine'. Do you dare to drink it?"
Anton raised his eyebrows at Draco, held the wine glass in front of his nose and smelled it. His eyes suddenly lit up. Amy Miller really knew poisons. The combination of various potion materials could produce such a mellow and delicious product.
Refreshing aroma.
Sure enough, the schools of master-apprentice teaching that can still exist among the people must have something outstanding, and some of their origins even extend far beyond the era when magic schools were founded.
The alcohol content of this wine is not high, so it is obviously very suitable for people like Anton who are not good at drinking alcohol.
Draco picked up the cup with all his strength, and when he raised his head, there was a burst of noise. Maybe he drank too quickly and choked and coughed.
Anton gave him more wine and greeted him with a smile, "Don't just drink, eat some food."
Draco just stared blankly at the wine glass, then looked at the two wand-like things placed next to the plate, "Use this?"
"This kind of tableware is called tachyon." Anton picked up the tachyon and picked up a fried pea, and introduced it to Draco with a smile, "The tableware brought from the distant eastern continent has a long history of use in Europe, but it is just ordinary
Spread it among small circles.”
"There are too many Muggles who like camping and exploring, and wandering wizards on the edge of wizarding areas. Everyone calls this kind of tableware 'a gift from nature' because it can be used by just breaking two branches. It is so convenient.
."
Draco was obviously an extremely smart person. He tried to imitate Anton's movements in operating this kind of tableware, and soon he was able to reluctantly pick up the thin strips of beef jerky on the plate.
Of course, if he wants to eat better-tasting fried peas and peanuts, he has to keep practicing.
"Anton, I am actually very tired all the time. I shoulder the responsibility of the glory of my family. It once made me envious of Goyle and Crabbe. I even sometimes thought about how great it would be if my parents gave birth to a younger brother. In this way, I
You can have a relaxing childhood..."
"But I really just think about it. I have been working very hard to do everything well and not to disappoint our parents. I know that they are not so satisfied with me..."
"Now they are gone, just like this, they want to draw a clear line with me, and they are even ready to die in America at any time..."
Anton chuckled, "No, it should be this place, we are in New York now."
Draco glanced at Anton with a drunken look and continued to drink from the glass.
"No one cares about me now. They just told me that it is best to keep a low profile as much as possible and not attract the attention of Dumbledore and the mysterious man..."
"I really don't know what to do..."
No one cares about him anymore, he doesn't even know what to do next.
Suddenly, life suddenly lost its direction, lost its support, and even lost everything.
Lucius emptied out almost everything in the family and planned to fully invest in America. Even the Malfoy Manor was sold to the Abbott family.
Coupled with the fact that Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic had taken back all the goblin factories and other industries, Draco was almost left to fend for himself in Europe with nothing.
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"I even wondered for a while whether I had done something wrong and was abandoned by them."
Anton blinked and didn't say anything. He just clinked the wine glass with Draco and took a small sip to himself.
Draco still missed one thing, which was the qualification to participate in the 'Navigator', which was also left to him by Lucius.
As for the publishing house that Draco spoke of that sounded a bit puzzling, it was the shares that Lucius got from giving half of the Malfoy family's assets to Rookwood to run.
The publishing house now has almost no income surplus, and all the money earned is invested in the subsidiary bookstore and in supporting a large number of reporters. The former serves Anton's "grey magic", and the latter is used to collect various information in Muggle and wizard society. Turbulent information.
"Then go look for it." Anton said with a smile.
"???" Draco looked at Anton with a puzzled look.
"The meaning of life." Anton threw a peanut into his mouth and raised his eyebrows, "When nothing can restrain you and everything in life is far away from you, it is precisely the best time for you to find the meaning of life. Good moment.”
In the field of vision of his magic eyes, Draco's entire soul was almost gray at the moment, indescribably bad and gloomy.
But it is precisely this kind of confusion that, after getting out of it, stronger power will burst out.
Anton knows how to do it, how to leverage the power of the soul and move towards a more profound and powerful path of magic.
The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he looked at Draco with a smile, "Do you want more power? To be able to stand up and protect your parents in front of Voldemort and Dumbledore?"
Suddenly, Draco's eyes lit up.
"Quack quack..."
Anton felt the change in Draco's mind and raised the wine glass in his hand, "Here's to magic, it allows us to make our wishes come true, and our desires will become our strength."
Draco also raised his glass and shouted, "To magic!"