HP: Let professors walk towards the light

"I've met that kid a few times. I'm just concerned about your school life. After all, you should know that your mom was already in a sweet relationship with your dad when she was your age."

Narcissa smiled with great relief, with pink bubbles all over her body and expectation in her eyes.

"Mom, you were just asking me about my studies. But where is Dad and why hasn't he come back yet?"

Seeing that his mother was about to change the subject again, Draco held his forehead helplessly and turned to talk about Lucius.

"That... I don't know. Your father has been away a lot recently. I suspect it's because Crouch II's escape from prison has muddied the waters of the Ministry of Magic. Anyway, it's a good thing for our family."

Although Narcissa doesn't often go out to socialize, she is well-informed. She also played a big role in helping her husband escape from the Death Eater trial. She might also have a say in what tomorrow's weather will be like, depending on whether she wants to.

"I've also read the newspapers, and there are quite a few reports about Death Eaters. Is there anything strange happening recently? I noticed that there were often people coming to our house a few days ago. Will they let Dad do anything dangerous?"

Draco looked at Narcissa's vague expression and asked tentatively.

"There's nothing particularly noteworthy. The people who came to our house are just old friends." Narcissa picked up the teacup and blew it gently.

Seeing this, Draco stopped asking questions and reached for the apple juice on the table, but his hand slid smoothly in the air towards the ceramic tea set beside him.

The bright orange-red tea reflected Draco's blurry face. Mint and lily of the valley were entangled with each other, refreshing and sharply bitter. Now he could also taste the aroma.

Draco's thumb stroked the wall of the cup, and the flowers on it took on his warmth.

"The tea is cold. It's bitter and astringent. I can't get used to it."

Draco put the cup back and picked up the green apple juice nonchalantly.

Narcissa looked at the tea thoughtfully, smiled, and put it down without tasting it.

"The little dragon has grown up." Narcissa was relieved again.

The two of them enjoyed their evening snacks in a loving and filial manner.

……

"No, I didn't find out anything useful. I told you my mother wouldn't tell me."

Draco flopped down onto the sofa with quite a noise.

"Your dad wasn't at home so you didn't find anything?" Theodore raised the corner of his mouth. He had expected what Draco would say and didn't care.

"It seems like he has nothing left. I do have quite a bit of information." Brace crossed his legs and raised his eyebrows mysteriously.

"Oh, yes, yes, you are awesome." Draco covered his eyes with his arms and replied perfunctorily.

"Seriously!" Blaise kicked Draco's sofa with his legs raised.

"Go ahead." Theodore motioned for him to ignore Draco.

"Then I'll briefly explain: First, the Quidditch World Cup will be held as usual..."

"Isn't this normal?" Draco poured a basin of cold water over.

"There is news for you to listen to. Aurors were tortured by the remnants of the Death Eaters a while ago. The World Cup is a critical juncture." Blaise explained, and then continued,

"——Also, there is a high probability that there will be a Death Eater riot at the World Cup. Are you two...really okay with that?"

"That's my father's business." Theodore said calmly and looked at Draco instead.

Draco smacked his lips. This was the question he least wanted to think about.

Death Eaters, Death Eaters, my father obviously spent a lot of money on this kind of thing, but he didn't get any benefits at all, right?

The most loyal companion? That Tom is talking bullshit! Doesn't my father understand the obvious pros and cons of this?

Draco didn't think so.

"Everything Malfoy does is for Malfoy."

"What did you say?"

"nothing."

Blaise didn't hear clearly what Draco said, his voice was too soft and he didn't speak to him, but he didn't really want to know Draco's answer, he just wanted to remind the two in front of him to avoid the trouble caused by their family's past positions as much as possible...

Do something that a friend might do.

"But it suddenly occurred to me, if the Death Eaters found Potter, do you think they would let him go?"

Bryce suddenly had an idea for something funny.

"What does it have to do with him? Why are you so concerned about him?" Draco said without thinking.

"You know, the Savior is no match for the Death Eaters after all." Blaise spread his hands.

"It's hard to say, but one thing is for sure, he won't die that easily." Theodore said calmly.

"Death? It's not that serious. Dumbledore won't let him die. However, if he kills himself, that's not certain."

Draco lay on the sofa and looked at the ceiling. Magnificent silver lines crisscrossed to form patterns. Zabini was really a nouveau riche, he thought.

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"As Minister of Magic, I have the great honour of welcoming you all to the 422nd Quidditch World Cup Final. Now! The game begins!"

At Fudge's command, fireworks burst into life, the temperature rose suddenly, and the World Cup kicked off again with the flying of ribbons.

"Lena! Where have you been? Why are you here just now? The game has already started." Pansy saw the door of the box being pushed open by Lena, and quickly waved for her to come over.

"I went to find Professor Snape. He is in another box. Mr. Malfoy is also there."

"My father? Didn't he leave with the Minister of Magic?" Draco, who was concentrating on watching the game, turned his head hastily.

"Fudge was just at the commentary desk, Draco." Pansy explained.

Reina greeted Narcissa, who was in the same box looking after a few dolls. Narcissa smiled and responded with a few words, but had no intention of participating in the children's world.

"Want to make a bet? Which team do you want to bet on?" Brace tossed a gold galleon in his hand and opened the betting table.

"Of course Bulgaria, he will win without a doubt." Draco stared at Krum flying in the air.

"Then I'll bet on Bulgaria too," Pansy agreed.

"Ireland, one hundred Galleons." Reina smiled.

"You seem so determined to win? The game has just started, or do you like the Irish team?" Bryce reminded, although the bet of one hundred Galleons was not big for them.

“They’re going to win.”

Those two hundred Galleons would have been hers from the very beginning.

is it?

Blaise looked at Rena who was holding up her face, and even felt that she didn't seem to be very interested in the Quidditch World Cup. Blaise pursed his lips and concentrated on watching the game.