This is an empty room on the top floor of Malfoy Manor.
Since all the furniture inside had been removed from the warehouse in accordance with Maka's request, the place now seemed a bit empty.
Once the front and back are compared, people's sense of space will suddenly be magnified. For example, right now, without various sofas, tables, chairs, and wardrobes, this already quite large room feels even more wasteful.
However, even in such a large room that can be called "empty and spacious", the air inside seems to be frighteningly thick. Just standing there motionless, Lucius felt like he was about to suffocate.
No, this was certainly not because there was insufficient oxygen in the room, but because the son in front of him, Draco Malfoy, actually said that he wanted him to die.
Maka may not be able to fully understand what it feels like to be scolded so loudly by her own child.
Neither the self in memory nor the current self has ever had children. Therefore, he may be able to make assumptions based on human common sense, but he cannot be sure that he can understand it.
The so-called "I feel the same for you" is often just a kind of arrogance that only belongs to bystanders.
Maka's eyes were still on Draco, and he could see that the other man had not stopped scolding him harshly but realistically.
What Draco said in front of him at this moment was actually not a lie. Although the words he said were indeed unpleasant, they were a sharp accusation of flesh and blood against Lucius's past actions.
Draco's personality may have changed drastically, but he was still Draco, the only child of Lucius and Narcissa.
While Maka looked at him, the corner of her eye glanced slightly towards Lucius. He found that Lucius's hands were clasped tightly, but in the face of his son's sarcasm and abuse towards him, he was just speechless and speechless.
His hands, which were clenched and hanging at his sides, were trembling slightly as if helplessly.
"...Lucius Malfoy, my good father! Do you know where my mother is now? If possible, I would like to see her..."
After Draco scolded him with contempt for a moment, his tone suddenly changed again, and even his expression became much gentler.
It's a pity that the contempt hidden in his eyes cannot be erased at all.
"D-Draco..."
As soon as he heard his son suddenly mention Narcissa, Lucius's gloomy and depressed eyes regained some of their energy. Normally, he would definitely be able to see something from Draco's eyes, but now he had no time to pay attention.
"Yes, I was not competent enough in the past. I was not a good father... But, Draco... I will try my best to set a good example for you in the days to come!"
"Yes, I will... I will try my best to get our Malfoy family back on its feet, so that you can more easily..."
Lucius had obviously thrown aside all Maka's previous instructions.
At this moment, he just wanted to tell his son in his own words that his father would abandon everything in the past and redouble his efforts in a more correct direction.
In fact, everyone has been a child, and many people understand that children often long for the approval of their parents. But the reverse is also true sometimes.
Lucius is now extremely looking forward to gaining his son's approval. And this is undoubtedly the most precious "treasure" that he longs for now after losing a lot of things.
only…
"Dear father -" Draco was obviously unmoved by his father's heartfelt words, "Are you really old? If you didn't hear my question clearly, then I will say it again -"
At this point, he suddenly took a sharp breath, and then shouted loudly: "Lucius Malfoy! I'm asking you, where is my mother now!!!"
Lucius was probably startled by Draco's roar. He couldn't help but subconsciously took a step back, and even his mouth that was half open as if he wanted to say something was suddenly closed.
After a short pause, he said calmly: "Your mother... went to MacMillan's house this morning. She will have lunch there later... and will be back..."
"Look!" Draco chuckled again, as if the person who shouted just now was not him at all, "My father, look at it! You can only stay at home now and dare not go anywhere. Go - why are you talking about 'let the Malfoy family stand up again'? Why are you talking about 'setting a good example for me'?"
As he spoke, he shook his head casually and said with disdain: "Do you want me to follow your example of sitting at home drinking tea and looking at the scenery? Or huddle in bed and shivering at night? Huh... are you kidding me?"
Suddenly, Draco turned his face to Maka again, and his words seemed to be more passionate.
"Father, like you, I used to look down on Muggle-born wizards at all. I thought they were worse than turning over the dirt in the corner of the alley." He said, "But now that I think about it, I find that kind of thinking is simply ridiculous. !”
"Does pure blood mean nobility? Does the surname mean nobility? No, only one's own strength is qualified to be called noble!"
At the end of the sentence, Draco looked in the direction of Maka and said bluntly: "McLean, you are indeed very powerful. But unfortunately, you seem to be helpless against me... In this case, why don't you just let me go? At least? From the beginning to the end, I have never been hostile to you, right?"
"I think as smart as you are, you should understand - all I want is strength and power. For a monster like you, I don't even want to see you."
"I promise that as long as you let me leave, I will never affect your life in the future. I will do what I like to do, and you will do what you like to do. Isn't this good?"
When he said this, his meaning was very clear.
In fact, this is indeed the case. Although the lives they expect are completely different, they are unrelated to each other.
Just like Grindelwald and Dumbledore, the former was able to stay away from the British wizarding world where Hogwarts is located until the end, and the two sides lived in peace for decades.
If Dumbledore hadn't taken the initiative to cause trouble, the current global wizarding world would be in a different situation.
"Draco—"
"I said, shut up! My good-for-nothing father!" When Lucius couldn't help calling out again, Draco immediately interrupted him mercilessly.
After that, he looked towards Maka again.
However, Maka seemed not to hear Draco's words at all, and just looked straight into his eyes expressionlessly.
This made Draco quickly look away from Maka.
On the other hand, Snape, who was next to Maka, glanced back and forth between the two at this moment, with a thoughtful expression on his face.
"Draco, what are you afraid of?"
This sentence came from Snape, who remained silent most of the time. He said it so suddenly that Lucius, who was still immersed in endless loss, couldn't help but look over, let alone Draco, the person being questioned.
"What are you afraid of."
Seeing that Draco's expression was slightly stagnant, and the frivolous look on his face seemed to be slightly solidified, Snape immediately repeated the question just now.
It was just a question just now, but now it has a direct connotation of affirmation.
"Huh... Huh..."
Draco suddenly sneered twice in succession. The first one was a little stiff, but the second one regained the scornfulness in his tone. But the frivolity in his expression slowly disappeared now.
"What do I have to be afraid of?" Draco asked immediately.
Snape did not respond to his words, but continued to remain silent after looking at Maka.
For a moment, it was as if a silencing spell had been cast on the room, and all sounds were silenced.
Obviously, Snape's words hit Draco's heart very accurately. Just a moment of strangeness was enough for the three people present to notice.
Especially Lucius, after being attracted by Snape's words, his mind finally got out of the trough.
Perhaps Draco also understood this, so he did not continue to try to deny it, but forced himself to return to a calm state.
Even so, his face, which became more and more tense as time passed, was undoubtedly telling everyone that Draco Malfoy could no longer put aside a certain kind of rising uneasiness and tension in his heart.
"my son… "
After all, Lucius was a father. When he saw that his son had a vague tendency to show weakness, the things he had been scolded by him before suddenly seemed less important.
"Father..." Draco was startled, then suddenly turned his head, looked at Lucius and shouted loudly, "Father! Let me go! Find a way to let me go - I am your son, you must help me! Father!"
"this… "
Lucius quickly looked at Maka, his eyes full of confusion.
He has raised his son since he was a child. Although he knew that his son had longed for him, this was the first time that he saw the other party pleading with him.
Suddenly, Lucius became at a loss.
"Mr. MacLean... this..."
Maka knew that Lucius was probably at his wits end now, and he didn't know what he should do.
But at this moment, Maka seemed to notice something and tilted her head slightly. Then, Draco, who had hardly said a few words since he woke him up, finally spoke again.
"Mr. Malfoy," Maka tapped the floor with the staff in her hand and gestured, "Anyway, go downstairs and bring the lady up first!"