mesbooks Chapter 74
Chapter 74
Harry didn't know how he got out of the arena; Hermione and Ron took him away.
How the remaining old foxes were scheming among themselves was beyond Landric's consideration.
The moment Lucius noticed something was wrong with the ball, he couldn't sit still any longer and tried to get up, but found that a force firmly pinned him to his seat.
Landric glanced back at Lucius, who froze.
Rand wouldn't let anything happen to Little Dragon. Putting aside the fact that Little Dragon grew up with him, the fact that Little Dragon is the only son of the Malfoy family demonstrates Little Dragon's value.
Lucius kept his eyes fixed on the ball.
Lucius breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the ball explode, only to realize he was covered in a cold sweat.
He slowly relaxed his body, his eyes fixed on Draco, watching him grapple with the savior, watching his broom burst with starlight, watching him catch the Golden Snitch, watching him walk through the crowd to stand before Landric.
Lucius suddenly realized that his and Narcissa's predictions from the previous summer had come true.
He looked at the broom in Draco's hand with a complicated expression, and at the person gently stroking Draco's head. Although the person's demeanor was gentle and warm, he couldn't put his mind at ease.
My own child has completely fallen apart...
He considered stopping them, but the Malfoy family had Veela blood in the past. The bloodline that had not been manifested for generations of Malfoys had actually been traced back to Draco's childhood.
Should we stop him and watch Xiaolong die?
He didn't know what Landric was thinking; the boy always acted on a whim. But he knew that, given Landric's personality, what Xiaolong had now was already the greatest favor Landric had ever shown him.
The head of the Malfoy family once again felt lost about the future.
The gaze fell upon the two boys surrounded by the crowd—a scene of grandeur, splendor, and uproar.
"I don't know if it's right or wrong, Dad. Love is as great as death. I want to hold him forever, until my bones turn to dust."
From the moment Draco uttered those words, it was clear that there was no turning back for him.
No one knew Malfoy's madness better than he did.
Lucius stood up, and a house-elf, taking advantage of everyone's inattention, pulled him away.
Lucius: ? ?
Lucius panicked and drew his wand.
"Hello, Mr. Malfoy"
Lucius looked down, his brow furrowing. "Lara?"
"Mr. Malfoy, this is your little elf, the one who controls the Blink Ball!"
Lucius's expression immediately changed. "Let's go, Lala, let's talk."
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Draco thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention, especially when his brother was around; it always gave him a sense of satisfaction, even though Professor Snape's gaze wasn't exactly friendly.
But so what? My brother doesn't like the Godfather anymore lately.
The sense of satisfaction reached its peak when Draco caught a glimpse of Bort leaving alone and then noticed the broom in his hand.
Draco sweetly embraced his brother, subtly avoiding the outstretched hands of others, and led them away.
Everyone: Why don't you just strike him dead with lightning?
Draco was oblivious to the resentment of the crowd and even had the mood to turn around and give them a provocative look: I really don't have time to waste with you guys here. Whose life is so easy to turn over?
Everyone (the version that can't touch the beauty): Where does he get his confidence from?