Professor of LVSS is so cute

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Voldemort calmly took out the quill from the pen holder to reply.

The Death Eater, who seemed to have a hundred cat's paws scratching at his heart, could only look at the swaying trajectory of the quill and spell the words full of mistakes and omissions in his mind, guessing wildly about the owner of the letter.

Among them, Lucius, who was late to sit with him because of his age, felt turbulent because of the barn owl whom he had only met once.

Because of his father's suggestion, Lucius had many notes to the last heir of the Prince family.Even on his birthday, he sent a gift very thoughtfully.At the beginning, the other party sent a thank you letter with this owl.

——Lucius has absolute confidence in his own memory.

From the corner of the eye, he secretly looked at the indistinct arc of the Demon King's mouth, and Lucius was both envious and jealous.He was envious of that junior Prince's skill (he even had the right to communicate freely with the great DarkLord, which was a privilege only his father Abraxas had) and envied that he was able to get The DarkLord's favor has achieved what many Death Eaters have been unable to achieve with half their lives.

Watching his respected master release the owl, which has no other characteristics except for its lively eyes, Lucius picked up the collar button of his shirt which was not drooping with his slender fingers, straightened his back, and continued to maintain a kind of concentration A pious gesture, obeying the orders of his great master.

I don't know if it was his illusion.

The arrival of that letter seemed to have completely changed the atmosphere in the conference room. Not only did the tense expressions on the faces of the colleagues relax, but a faint smile often surged from the scarlet eyes of the Demon King.

After the meeting, Lucius was left behind by their monarch under everyone's strange gaze.

The two went to Voldemort's study.

While reviewing the documents in his hand, Voldemort motioned for Lucius to sit down.

"You are just as enthusiastic as your father—" Voldemort gave Lucius a gentle look.

The Platinum young master lowered his eyes nervously and nervously, not knowing where to start from.

The handsome devil looked at his almost perfect outline and thick light golden eyelashes, smiled and said: "Don't be nervous, Lucius, I'm just a little emotional. Your father back then is just like you are now to Prince Same, always caring for me, we are the best close friends, he is my most loyal partner."

"You are really flattering, MyLord." Lucius said cautiously, "Father has told me more than once in private that you are the best leader he has ever seen, and he wishes to spend an era with you. So proud."

The smile on Voldemort's face became more real, and he took out an exquisite potion box from the drawer, "This is a potion I personally prepared, and it should have a slowing effect on his current situation. Lucius, you are Malfoy's The next heir is the most proud existence in Abraxas' heart, even for him, you have to work hard."

The cunning Platinum Snake was flattered by the rare warmth of the Red-Eyed Demon King. He took the potion box floating in front of him with both hands, expressed gratitude that he would work hard, and then respectfully withdrew.

——The real brewer of the potion, quietly floating behind the demon king, the bleak may be wiped out at any time.

The devil glanced at the back of the platinum young master who couldn't hide his excitement, and a trace of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.Compared with his old and cunning senior, he still admires Lucius, who is young but extremely loyal to him.

As if thinking of something, the Demon King tapped on the table, and light and shadow were silently photographed in front of him.

The handsome demon king stared at the lonely face in front of him with a half-smile, and a contemptuous smirk opened at the corner of his mouth.

"How your beloved baby Sif will be treated with me," he said indifferently, "It's all up to you, go back to the potions room, that's all you're worth to me. "

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After leaving the Voldemort manor, Lucius, who had hurriedly apparated back to his own manor, pressed his agitated heart, and walked into his father's resting bedroom in three steps at a time.

Abraxas Malfoy, with a haggard face, was half leaning on the bed and half closing his eyes to sleep. Next to him was a book "Born Noble: A Family Tree of Wizards" that had been opened but was forgotten by the owner at the moment.

Lucius tiptoed forward and picked up the hardcover book that had slipped precariously off the edge of the bed—just as he was about to close it, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the Malfoy crest with a golden edge on the top of the page out of the corner of his eye.

He couldn't help a lump in his throat, and his eye sockets were a little red unconsciously.

Lucius knew that it was his father who was worried about him.

Although his son's movements were very careful, Abraxas, who was sleeping more and more lightly due to the illness, was awakened suddenly.

He opened his somewhat sore eyes, and said hoarsely, "Are you back?"

Lucius carefully sat down beside his father, nodded and told his father slowly what happened in Voldemort Manor.

Malfoy had a gift for eloquence.

Lucius just said a few words, and everything that happened in Voldemort Manor just now was vividly displayed in front of the current head of the Malfoy family.

Abraxas closed his eyes and pondered for a while, then took the potion box handed over by his son.

"The Lord brewed this for you himself." Lucius looked up at the dozens of colorful potions in the box with pride, "He also said that you are his best friend and most loyal partner .”

Abraxas's understanding of Voldemort was no better than Dumbledore's, so he certainly wouldn't be fooled by such sugar-coated bullets.But he couldn't bear to spoil his son's interest—Lucius hadn't been this happy since his accident.

He knew how heavy the burden his son had been shouldering these days—knowing the hardships he had carried—if it was him before, he could do something to lighten his son's burden, but now he can't do anything.

"Father?" Lucius whispered with a slightly apprehensive expression.

—he thought that his father was as happy as he was that the Malfoy family's favor had not been compromised before the Dark Lord.

Abraxas opened his gray-blue eyes tiredly, and laughed at himself.

Unexpectedly, he had been strict with his son all his life, and when the time came, he softened his cold heart, so he couldn't see it.

"Father? Do you want to call Mr. Buchan?" Abraxas's long silence made Malfoy's future head almost asking his father in a trembling voice.

Bandar Buchan is Malfoy's family doctor.

"No, I'm fine now." Knowing what he was worried about, the current Patriarch Malfoy shook his head lightly, touched the medicine box lightly with his weak hand, took out a bottle of potion and handed it to Lucius, beckoning him to open the cork.

Embarrassment flashed across Lucius' face. He was so panicked just now that he had completely forgotten about it.

Abraxas took the potion bottle that had been pried off the cork, first sniffed it, his eyes flashed with deep thought, and then slowly drank the potion in the potion bottle in one gulp.

Lucius watched his every facial expression.

After finishing the drink, Abraxas said in a dignified voice, "Luke, the lucky one who inherited Prince, has he been recruited by the Lord?"

Lucius froze.

"Father, Junior Prince is not yet 17 years old," he reminded Abraxas, "You know the Lord never marks minors."

"Of course he would dismiss it if it was another minor," Abraxas said with an inexplicable sarcasm in his voice, "But Prince is different, if my sense of taste has not disappeared, then, in my hand The formula of this bottle of potion definitely comes from Prince's secret."

"Father, what do you mean?" Abraxas's determined tone made Lucius' eyes widen.

"If I'm not wrong, the Millennium Potions Family has probably fallen into the hands of our Lord." Abraxas's voice carried a bit of sorrow, since he saw clearly that Voldemort was hiding under the appearance. He has always regretted his past decisions.

——Regret that I bet Malfoy's future on such a ruthless devil, regret my innocence and stupidity when I was young, and even more regret that my son was hurt!

"Father." Lucius looked at his father worriedly.

"That old guy resisted in every possible way, and even closed the manor—in the end, Prince still fell into the hands of its pretenders." Abraxas said in a hoarse voice. "Looking at the current situation, your junior Prince may have fallen into the control of the Dark Lord before you found him—this can explain the Lord's extraordinary importance to him—maybe he The reason why he was able to inherit the Prince Manor was also with the help of the Lord—we all know that the Lord had coveted the Prince family many years ago, and he would find an heir with Prince blood to inherit the Prince family. Lins Manor is really normal."

Abraxas' guess made Lucius startled.

"Father, when I decided to introduce Prince to Lord, I specifically investigated his situation from head to toe. I was sure that he had nothing to do with Lord at that time. I—"

"Are you sure? Lucius, who gave you such confidence? Made you 'very sure' that you can easily find out the truth that DarkLord wants to hide?" Abraxas interrupted his son unceremoniously The words, "I have known him for decades, and I can't even touch anything except what he wants me to know. I have warned you more than once not to underestimate our Lord. In order to let Dumbledore Lido let his guard down, and even turned himself into a lunatic and tyrant who everyone feared! It wasn't until he took control of the situation two years ago that he returned to normal. This kind of mind is very scary——Lucius, I don't want me to just Step into the underworld, and my son will follow behind!"

"Father..." Lucius swallowed dryly.

"Lucius, I know you have a lot of admiration for the Lord, but I still want to remind you that that person has no feelings, we dedicate our loyalty to him, he bestows honor on us, mutual benefit, that's all, you don't really Brainwashed by him, forgetting Malfoy's responsibilities."

Lucius hid the last bit of admiration for the lord deeply, and nodded slowly.

Abraxas gave him a satisfied look, and said, "Increase your investment in that junior Prince of yours. The better you get along with him, the better it will be for Malfoy's future."

A real Prince can influence the victory of a battle.As long as the old Prince escaped a little bit slowly, he would probably be a cow in that man's manor.

"...Father, he's just a half-breed." Lucius' voice was dry, and his gray-blue eyes were full of struggle.

"A half-breed that will allow Malfoy to stand up in the face of turmoil." Abraxas said firmly.

Lucius fell silent.