But at Malfoy Manor, Draco still refused to fall asleep.
"Dear," Narcissa sat next to him, her satin-like wavy hair hanging down from her shoulders, and her whole person seemed to be filled with gentleness, exuding a hazy brilliance——
"It's time for you to rest."
"Mom, I'm not sleepy yet."
Draco pretended to look up from his book.
Narcissa reached out and touched her son's delicate cheek, and then laughed:
"Are you waiting for your gift? You know, during the holidays, the manor will stop all the owls that have not come, and then deliver all the gifts to your Christmas tree at midnight - "
"This is a big surprise. You can wake up tomorrow morning and see it again... no matter who sent it."
She meant something, but Draco pursed his lips and still insisted: "No, I'm not sleepy now."
But he suddenly remembered his promise: "Mom, if I invite my classmates to play in the manor during the summer vacation, will Dad..."
He didn't say any more because Narcissa's expression had turned cold.
She touched her son's fluffy hair, her voice was gentle but firm:
"Draco, you should know where the glory of Malfoy lies. This manor does not welcome those mixed-race and low-class people..."
For Draco's sake, she didn't say the rest, or even use any insulting words.
But at this moment, Draco still felt his heart tightening.
"But dad didn't say she was very aristocratic. Mom, you also helped me choose——"
"Draco."
Narcissa tidied his clothes: "Demeanor can be cultivated, but blood is the foundation of our noble status."
"Your father is right in his praise. You are very discerning and have made a friend of a very potential wizard among the new students - but that's all."
"The Muggle stuff we sent last time was something we were extremely patient with because she is your friend."
"Dear," Narcissa looked at him: "do you understand?"
Draco stood up, his face pale: "I understand."
"But I don't want to comply."
"Draco!"
Outside the door, Lucius, who also had satin-like light blond hair, stood there. He had just attended a gathering of nobles, and his whole body smelled of Floo powder.
At this moment, he untied the cloak, and the house elf took it silently, and quickly disappeared without a trace.
"Do not disappoint me."
His face was gentle and serious, but his words were unquestionable.
But Draco shook his head: "Dad, I said, Lin An is my best friend. If I can't respect her - from blood to status, then I don't deserve this friendship.
"
"Dad, you once said that my grandfather once had a deep friendship with that..." His face turned pale for a moment, and now he said vaguely: "...we had a deep friendship when we were students, so we followed him without hesitation..."
"Shut up! Draco! Who allowed you to say this!"
Lucius changed his usual caution and demeanor, and now he took two awkward steps in the room, then turned around and scolded: "I don't allow you to mention him at home!"
"Not a single word!"
Draco stared back at her steadily, and after a while, he suddenly softened his voice:
"I mean, Dad, since we no longer have a good reputation, the Savior doesn't regard me as a friend."
"In this case, as an ignorant child like me, having an ordinary friend with an unknown bloodline is another layer of protection, isn't it?"
"Draco..." Narcissa covered her mouth in surprise.
Lucius looked at him steadily, and then a smile of satisfaction appeared on his cold face:
"I will not allow anyone to tarnish Malfoy's honor. But, Draco, you have grown up."
After receiving praise and permission, Draco was not as happy as he imagined.
He even lowered his head, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable in his heart, as if a giant hand was tightly grasping his heart, pulling and pulling...
At this moment, Arik flew in from outside the manor with fluttering wings.
!!!
Draco stood up excitedly.
He read the hastily written text over and over again, and then breathed a long sigh of relief.
His joy was so obvious that it was hard for Narcissa and Lucius to ignore it.
At this moment, Lucius narrowed his eyes slightly and said meaningfully:
"It seems that your good friend can already influence your mood at any time - then, maybe I can open the passage of the manor now and let her gifts come in, and let me see if she is worthy of her heart.
Your friendship.”
"—If she has a gift."
"certainly!"
Draco said proudly, and then firmly defended Lin An: "No matter what she gives, as long as I think it's good!"
Lucius twitched the corners of his lips: "Dobby!"
There was a slight crisp sound in the air, and an ugly house elf who looked like an aging baby with big ears and tattered clothes was standing next to him. He lowered his head and said in a high-pitched voice: "Please give me your instructions, sir.
"
"Go and bring all Draco's gifts."
After a while, under the Christmas tree in the living room, large and small gift boxes were piled up in layers.
Draco wanted to show his poise, but he endured it again and again, but still couldn't hold it back. Now he dove into the pile of gifts and effortlessly pulled out the overly large and heavy packaging box.
Narcissa took a look, then suddenly covered her lips and smiled: "It seems that Draco and your good friend are really similar. At least the gifts are heavy."
She looked at Draco who hesitated and said, "Why don't you open it and take a look?"
Draco smacked his gray-blue eyes, and now, under the gaze of Lucius and Narcissa, he solemnly opened the box.
Wizards and Muggles, pure-bloods and non-bloods, are as different as each other in the Malfoy family.
But...who cares about that chasm!
He can tell who is sincere.
Open the gift box——
I saw the neatly packaged gifts arranged one by one inside, giving me a sense of order.
And the gift itself…
"What's this?"
Draco first saw the Tokarev pistol, and then picked it up curiously.
But Lucius and Narcissa turned their heads and said patiently:
"Some...Muggle stuff."
But at this moment, Draco stopped listening to what they said because he saw the letter from Lin An.
Ordinary envelopes and stationery, Muggle things, slightly casual handwriting... everything was incompatible with Malfoy.
But Draco felt happy for some reason.
Because the letter in front of her is just like...just like what she wrote to Harry Potter countless times.
Lucius and Narcissa: In the original book, they were very afraid of the Dark Lord.
However, they could not refuse the Dark Lord.
Bloodline is indeed something Malfoy always talks about.
Draco is transforming from childish affection to a sense of responsibility.
