Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

After I calmed down a little, Lucius continued the previous topic.

"Severus is fighting for the custody of Potter's heir, and hopes we can lend him a hand..."

He looked at his mother and further reminded her, "Harry Potter's grandmother is from the Black family. Strictly speaking, she is your cousin, Cissy."

"Father, are you ready to take him back and live with us?"

Draco frowned in disbelief.

"Harry Potter is the only one who can defeat the Dark Lord... He is Dumbledore's trump card... Having him in our hands will only benefit us..." Lucius said patiently.

Everything is for the benefit of the family.

This is exactly the education that every heir of a pure-blood family receives since childhood.

But it goes against children's nature.

Which child wants to share his or her parents' love with strangers?

Draco replied reluctantly, "Yes, Father."

No longer a close "daddy"...

I am sensitive to alienation.

She quickly interlocked her fingers with his, "Brother, we are a family, and this will never change..."

He understood it all at once, and his pretty face turned pink.

"Of course, that's common sense, Aurora."

Humph, you little brat, you are still trying to be stubborn.

"Father, Mother, we have finished our meal. Can we leave early?"

Draco used honorifics.

Lucius touched the corner of his lips with his hand.

Draco picked up the napkin belatedly. There were food residues on it, and his appearance as a little adult was immediately ruined.

The naughty head of the Malfoy family always picks on his only son and bullies him!

I noticed Narcissa gently pinch Lucius' arm.

"You should always pay attention to your manners from a young age. I teach you by example, Sissy."

Draco pulled me up without saying a word and fled from Malfoy's luxurious restaurant.

The red tips of his ears showed his embarrassment all the time.

I gently tickled the palm of his hand.

"Aurora, I understand what you mean...it's just..."

"Having strangers invade my living environment...Draco, I'm not very happy about it..."

Just like sharing a house with strangers, there are always many different living habits that need to be adjusted.

Draco's grey eyes brightened, "Then let's persuade father not to let Potter live here!"

"I'm afraid no one can change the decision my father made."

"Even my mother can't do that?" Draco still didn't give up.

"Have you noticed? All important decisions are the result of their discussions."

"You mean, Mom also agrees to let Potter move in?" Draco's expression could be described as sad. He thought that at least his mother would stand on our side.

"Potter will always be just Potter. Only we are connected by blood and share the Malfoy surname." I hugged him in my arms.

He hugged me back.

It seems that in this world, we are the only two people with the same fate.

A child’s world is very small, and can only accommodate his parents and family.

The world of children is big, but the lack and shadow of childhood require the rest of life to heal.

"You're all I have, Aurora."

I can't say "don't be pessimistic".

Draco's mood at this moment was real, and no pale words could soothe his fragility.

Several years later, Lucius in the original work was imprisoned in Azkaban, and Narcissa struggled to keep the Malfoy family running.

Without the tree to shelter him from the wind and rain, he was alone again.

The cutting of the umbilical cord does not mean the baby is leaving the mother's body in the true sense.

You must recognize your independence both physically and mentally.

From the day I became Aurora Malfoy, we have been a community of interests that shares weal and woe.

Draco, I won't push you.

But it will grow with you.

The glory of the Malfoy family will continue in our hands.

"They're sleeping together again."

In a trance, I heard Lucius complaining softly.

"I was also deceived by you and slept with you at that time..."

"Which little fox has swollen eyes from crying because of sleeping in separate beds?"

"You are too strict with Draco..." Narcissa saw that she couldn't argue with him, so she quickly changed the subject.

"Who made him have a mother and daughter who favor him..."

"Are you jealous, big cat?" Narcissa's voice came into his ears, like a little hook, soft and pleasant.

After a while, her uncontrollable breathing could be heard.

"I was wrong, Luke... Stop tickling me... Aurora and Draco are still sleeping..."

"They are sleeping soundly... It doesn't matter... Draco is a boy, and we need to cultivate his ability to withstand pressure from an early age..."

"Not every Malfoy is as shameless as you...ah!"

Narcissa let out a short scream, followed by the rustling sound of clothes.

"Xixi, the night is still long, you can slowly count my crimes..."