Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Perhaps perceiving the unusual atmosphere, Lucius suddenly swept his light gray eyes towards the dining table.

There is more than one person on the table, not just his wife!

Even with some changes, the general outline will not change, and there is still the standard pale blonde hair.

"Draco?"

He whispered his son's name in shock.

After Lucius saw the boy sitting across from Narcissa, he was extremely convinced that his son was back now!

"Dad, I'm sorry, I didn't come back until now to worry you and Mom." Malfoy stood up, then raised his head and said apologetically.

The father and son's eyes met at this moment.

But for the first time, he didn't show the ecstasy he had imagined, but squeezed his silver snake head cane.

As the head of the family, no matter how excited he is, he can't act too fiercely or be overjoyed.

He just returned from Dumbledore’s funeral at this time. For some reason, he didn’t use the direct-to-home fireplace Floo fan network. Instead, he went in a circle and rushed back from the nearest network outside, so he looked a little dusty. Servant.

"Very good, very good, it’s good to come back, and it’s fine if there is nothing to do." Even though he has tried his best to calm himself down, his excitement still cannot be calmed down. After nodding his head twice, the words are not smooth, just because The breath that calmed down after the journey was breathing again.

He sorted his thoughts and tried to keep himself in a self-sustaining mood.

"When did you come back?" He asked as calmly as possible, tidying up his clothes, but his quick pace still exposed his current state of mind.

Lucius then quickly walked to the dining table, hugged his son, and patted him on the back.

"Less than half an hour," Malfoy replied.

"Let Draco eat first. These questions will be asked later." Narcissa said irritably, and blocked his question.

Lucius' expression froze, but then another smile of relief appeared.

He knew that his wife would love her son well.

There is no rush to ask, anyway, his son is back now, those questions can be asked slowly.

"Well, eat first. I happen to be hungry too. I was too late when I went to Hogwarts, so I could only stay outside." He said with a smile, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be smoothed a lot.

He pulled out a chair from under the table and sat down with Malfoy, but he never looked away from his son.

I have to say that even if Dobby is not there, the meal is quite hearty.

"Draco, why don't you eat meat?" Narcissa watched Malfoy frequently picking some lettuce, with a distressed expression on her face, trying to push the plate in front of her.

"Oh, mother, I really don't have any appetite." Malfoy can only explain that because he is also telling the truth.

When I was in a German fishing village, I had no choice but to eat fish for a long time. When I was adventurous in the wild, I had the opportunity to hunt and eat some fresh food. No chance, without exception, it was placed in Wuhen. Canned meat in an extended package.

It made him miss the fresh fruits and vegetables inexplicably.

Compared with game, edible plants that grow naturally in the wild are not so delicious.

However, in terms of dietary conditions, Malfoy's standards have not dropped too much these days, but the sense of urgency caused by pressure is completely different from the past.

After a while, the meal was over.

Taking out a tissue and wiping his mouth, Malfoy felt like he had returned to the civilized world at this time.

The series of emergencies not long ago made him feel completely uneasy. At this time, he recovered and realized that he had gone home.

Inexplicably relieved.

Only soon, Lucius’s questions were thrown over one after another.

"Where have you been these days?"

"Why don't you go home? Dad will solve all your difficulties for you.

"Why choose to come back now, you know that Dumbledore is dead?"

"Say slowly! Draco will tell you! I haven't been caught by the Auror yet, but you were treated as a criminal first." Narcissa said angrily.

There was only a bitter smile on Lucius's face.

Afterwards, Malfoy dealt with many questions from his parents and answered some of their confusion.

Narcissa took all the orders and nodded repeatedly, but Lucius looked less credulous, scrutinizing and concerned about his child.

As the father of his son, the helm of the Malfoy family, and a master of power manipulation, it is difficult to be persuaded without sufficient reason. He only trusts his own judgment.

The brows kept frowning, but for a short time, there was nothing to analyze.

"The Dark Lord may be back today." Lucius said abruptly at this time.

Malfoy looked to the side, lost in silence and thinking, he could guess that Voldemort still used this as his base.

Malfoy Manor covers a large area, and there are many secret passages similar to Hogwarts underground. Taking a step back can hide some newly added Death Eaters, and furthermore, it can also be used as a strategic offensive point.

As for Voldemort, he would definitely not live in the wild again.

How to behave in front of his eyes has become a very serious question.

How can we maximize the trust of that person?

Malfoy was in a state of anxiety. Even after so long of tempering, he was still a little panicked about the road ahead, for fear that he would lose every day if he accidentally took the game.

When his thoughts were about to drift away, Lucius murmured and pulled them back.

"No... the Dark Lord may be here now, I have to take a step first." Lucius's left arm trembled suddenly, his brows frowned subconsciously, and the gray eyes revealed subconsciousness. Fear and disgust.

Murmured.

Malfoy could feel his father reluctant to call the Dark Lord.

"I'm leaving first." He said hurriedly to the two people at the table, then got up, left the living room, and walked to his bedroom.

That room was now owned by Voldemort, and it was also the place he used to talk to his henchmen.

For his own home, Lucius was familiar with the road, bypassing several walkways, passing through branches, and quickly found the room that belonged to him.

It's just that he stood stiffly outside the door, his expression lost in some hesitation, his raised hand was gently lifted, and then he put it down.

His son's return made him not want to continue asking Voldemort for help.

But this was not based on his will. A mistake that angered that man might bring about a disaster.