After hearing Draco's thoughts, everyone couldn't sit still.

After several friends left, only Narcissa, Draco and Harry were left in the huge Malfoy Manor.

Lucius still hadn't returned. He had been extremely busy lately, running around all day long with almost no time to rest.

And all this was because he was quietly preparing for a big event - to integrate all the liquid funds of the Malfoy family and ensure that nothing could go wrong.

This task is not easy. It not only involves the allocation of funds in the UK, but also takes into account the industrial layout in far-flung places such as the United States, France, and Germany.

It can be said that all the members of the Saints' Organization and the Malfoy family across the European continent are ready to try, and everyone is waiting for that critical moment to come... just one month later!

Narcissa also managed to squeeze out some time in her busy schedule to go home and visit her beloved children.

Although she felt deeply guilty for not being able to spend more time with her children, she did not hesitate to reveal her true thoughts to the two children.

What made Narcissa happy was that both Draco and Harry understood and fully supported Narcissa in pursuing her own career.

In this family, everyone knew that Narcissa had never been anyone's appendage.

She is not the traditional type of woman who only stays at home to do housework, take care of her husband and children.

On the contrary, she yearns for freedom and desires to break free from constraints. She should never be bound by children or husbands, which would hinder her progress.

This has become a consensus between Lucius and Draco.

She was born to be a mountain, not a stream, a hero, not a blade of grass. From the top of the peaks, she looks down upon the mediocre valleys and despises the humble cowards.

At noon, after finishing their lunch, the three of them sat in the living room. Sunlight streamed through the window into the room, casting a golden glow on everything.

An owl flew into the room, carrying a letter in its beak from Headmaster Dumbledore.

This letter was obviously meant for Harry and Draco. Everyone knew that it must be related to the upcoming second competition.

Draco didn't really want to go, and a hint of reluctance appeared on his face.

He frowned slightly and turned his gaze to his mother Narcissa who was busy at the side.

Draco gently pulled at the corner of Narcissa's clothes. He didn't say anything, but acted like a spoiled child as usual. He wanted to stay with his mother for a while longer.

Narcissa paused and gently touched Draco's cheek.

She didn't think the second level would be difficult for Draco and Harry.

Harry walked over to Draco and reached out to gently ruffle his platinum hair.

Then, calmly and without hesitation, he leaned over in front of Narcissa and gently kissed Draco on the forehead.

This action seemed to have been done countless times.

Narcissa just stood there quietly, with no surprise on her face, as if she was not surprised or unable to accept such a scene.

In fact, Narcissa knew very well in her heart that Harry had always been very attached to Draco since childhood.

That kind of dependence and possessiveness even exceeds ordinary people's imagination.

As they grew older, their relationship grew closer and closer, and they were rarely apart for long.

While other children of their age began to feel curious about the opposite sex and had feelings for each other, Harry and Draco were still not interested in love.

In their eyes, each other is the most important existence.

After Harry said goodbye to Narcissa, he cast a teleportation spell and instantly disappeared from the spot, heading towards Hogwarts.

Narcissa stayed where she was, looking in the direction he left, a faint smile on her lips.

However, Draco had been confused and had not yet come to his senses before. Unexpectedly, at the beginning of this semester, a vague feeling seemed to have quietly sprouted between the two of them.

In the huge Malfoy Manor, only Narcissa and Draco, mother and son, were left.

Narcissa raised her eyebrows slightly, patted the seat next to her, and gently gestured to Draco to come and sit down.

Seeing this, Draco obediently walked to his mother's side, and then naturally lay on Narcissa's legs.

Narcissa, just like Draco did when he was a child, gently and slowly combed his slightly curly platinum hair.

"Draco's hair has grown longer." Narcissa murmured softly.

After a brief pause, she asked softly, "Draco, are you with Harry now?"

Draco was silent for a moment, then he said softly, "Yeah."

Narcissa smiled slightly, her hands still working on her hair.

"You two grew up together, so it's normal for you to have a good relationship. But are you sure your feelings are love?"

As someone who has experienced this, Narcissa does not doubt Harry's true feelings for Draco, but she can't help but worry whether Draco can truly understand and grasp this feeling.

After all, love is not just a momentary impulse or dependence, it requires deeper understanding and perception...

Did Draco...really understand?

Draco looked up, his eyes meeting Narcissa's, and he nodded without hesitation, "We're sure, Mom."

He has made his decision.

Narcissa stared closely at Draco's clear eyes, trying to find out Draco's true thoughts.

She found what she had always longed to see in the depths of those gray-blue pupils - persistence, determination, and love.

A relieved smile spread across her face, and she reached out and gently stroked Draco's head, just as gently as when she had put him to sleep as a child.

Her Draco has grown up... he is no longer the dull little boy who shrinks into his own world and cannot feel love.

He has many people who love him and he has also begun to learn how to express his love.

"That's good. My children, no matter what path you choose in life, I will support you wholeheartedly."

Narcissa said softly, her tone full of love and forgiveness.

In the magical world, gender differences cannot be a barrier to true love.

Even if two men develop deep feelings for each other, they also have the right to pursue their own happiness and have offspring. Such things are not completely impossible to achieve through magical means.

"But, Draco, you have to remember this. After all, you are still young. There are some things you can't do carelessly, okay?"

Narcissa also grew up at this age and knew that children at this age are often curious about and eager to explore many unknown things.

Although she believed that Harry would never cross the line easily, as a mother, it was still necessary for her to give him the necessary instructions.

Draco was a little confused by Narcissa's words. It was obvious that he did not fully understand the deep meaning.

However, out of respect and trust for his mother, he still nodded obediently, indicating that he would definitely keep it in mind.

Draco snuggled gently into Narcissa's warm embrace, feeling the love and care from his mother.

He felt that the whole world had become quiet and peaceful, and he had a strange, unprecedented sense of security in his heart.

It’s great that his family will always be by his side, giving him the most solid support and dependence.

Narcissa reached out absentmindedly and gently stroked Draco's head.

She was secretly pondering the future layout of the wizarding world.

After a long period of careful planning and preparation, everything has been perfected.

In just one month, the entire magical world will be completely under her control.

By then, an unprecedented top-down transformation will begin.

For a long time, wizards have been hiding from the general public and know very little about the trivialities of ordinary people's lives and the world.

Perhaps someone had accidentally discovered the existence of wizards and had secretly explored them.

But faced with these ordinary people, the arrogant wizards chose to turn a blind eye, like a frog trapped in a deep well, with narrow vision that could only see the small piece of sky above their heads.

Narcissa is determined to break this situation and awaken those who are immersed in their own world and pretending to be asleep.

Today's era has undergone earth-shaking changes and has entered a stage of rapid development of high technology.

All over the world, various superhero organizations have sprung up: the Avengers in New York, the Justice League in Gotham City, the mutant X-Men, and so on.

The appearance of these ordinary people with powerful strength and abilities made Narcissa realize that if the magical world continued to stand still, it would be eliminated by the times.

She did not hesitate to accelerate the pace of integrating the magical world with modern technology.

The United States has made remarkable progress in making ordinary people understand and accept the existence of witches and wizards.

With the booming development of the Internet, information about wizards has spread rapidly to every corner of the world like a tide.

Although there are bound to be some discordant or even unpleasant voices in this process, overall, most people have shown a friendly and expectant attitude.

Ordinary people gradually gained a deeper and more comprehensive understanding of the mysterious magic, and the misunderstandings and fears that once existed between the two sides were greatly reduced.

However, those guys in the Ministry of Magic who were used to bullying others on a daily basis became timid when facing the powerful Saints organization.

They only dared to send letters to Narcissa and Lucius in a tactful and implicit way, suggesting that they pay attention to the possible consequences of certain behaviors or actions.

Narcissa simply disdained such a "warning".

In her eyes, these so-called reminders from the Ministry of Magic were nothing more than the powerless roars of a group of losers.

After all, in just a month, no one can be sure whether the Ministry of Magic will continue to exist?

"Is Mom happy?" Draco slowly raised his head, his clear eyes looking straight at Narcissa, his gaze lingering in her eyes as deep as a pool of water, trying to find a trace of her real emotion.

He saw the ambition hidden in his mother's eyes, as hot as a burning flame; at the same time, he also caught the subtle fatigue brought about by long-term dealings with power struggles.

At this moment, Draco couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache.

Narcissa was slightly stunned, obviously not expecting her son to suddenly ask such a question.

But soon, a sincere and extremely gentle smile appeared on her face, as beautiful as a flower blooming in spring.

"Well, I'm very happy." She responded softly, with a firmness and satisfaction in her voice.

Narcissa, who holds a high position, has long been accustomed to wandering in the vortex of power. Playing with power is like an exciting game to her.

Relying on her own wisdom and means, she advances step by step in this world full of intrigue and continuously expands her sphere of influence.

Her ambitious heart drives her to move forward bravely and never back down.

Although the road to power is full of thorns, she never tires of it.

What could make her happier than holding power, holding the rules in her hands, and being able to make things happen at the flick of her hand?

Power is not only a symbol of status and wealth, but also the best skin care product for women.

This is indeed true.

However, in Narcissa's heart, what really makes her happy and content is not just the power in her hands.

But no matter when and where she is, when she turns around and looks back, she can always find a group of people standing firmly behind her, giving her endless support and encouragement.

Among these people, the most important are undoubtedly her beloved family - her husband Lucius and her beloved son Draco.

Narcissa smiled and reached out to gently stroke Draco's soft hair, her movements so gentle as if she was afraid of hurting him.

"Draco, Mom is really happy. Power can certainly bring me great satisfaction, but you and your son are Mom's greatest source of happiness."

Draco nodded knowingly, then snuggled gently into Narcissa's arms, which was the safest and warmest harbor in the world.

He knew that his mother was an incredibly powerful woman who possessed the strength and courage to change the world.

As a son, he will always stay by his mother's side without hesitation, be her strongest support, and always support her in achieving her grand goals and dreams.

Narcissa slowly closed her eyes, quietly enjoying this rare moment of peace.

She put aside the chaotic thoughts in her mind, hugged Draco, and immersed herself in the warm winter sun.

Malfoy Manor is always warm, and you can almost smell the faint scent of roses in the air...

It smelled exactly like Lucius.

At this moment, all the power struggles and intrigues seemed to be far away from her, and Narcissa felt only peace of mind...

A pair of hands gently covered the mother and child who had fallen asleep unknowingly with a blanket.

Then, he placed a gentle kiss on Narcissa's forehead.

"My treasure..."