"What a disappointment." Malfoy closed his book and sighed. The disappointment on his face was beyond words.
In the secret room just now, Malfoy fumbled and secretly put a book into his pocket. Since it was Lucius's usual laboratory, the book inside would naturally not be a normal book. What is written in the book speaks for itself—things related to the dark arts.
After sending Pansy away, Malfoy found an excuse and quickly returned to his bedroom and began to read.
Malfoy himself firmly believes that there is no black magic, that is, the so-called evil magic, the key to this lies in the person who uses it. It's another matter if the cost of using is evil. In order to maintain the stability of the wizarding society, some powerful magic is regarded as black magic, and research is prohibited. It has to be said that it is a retrogression. Coupled with the fact that Malfoy has already received all kinds of cultural shocks in his previous life, Malfoy has no psychological burden at all to read this so-called **, and with his excellent memory and comprehension ability, it can be said that he can see ten lines at a glance. It will be over soon.
But Malfoy didn't find what he was looking for, and in his previous life, he had only a half-knowledge of all kinds of miscellaneous knowledge. If magic is a means, it corresponds to the art in traditional Chinese culture, and is used to achieve a certain purpose. But for Malfoy, who is eager to pursue the essence, he hopes to understand the essence of magic, or the Tao.
For example, what kind of magic power exists? Will it grow slowly over time? What will be consumed when casting spells? Is it consuming spiritual power or its own magic power? In the original book, the fake Moody also said that he could use the death curse on him when he was teaching the students, and then asserted that he had a nosebleed at most. Because students do not have a strong foundation in magic. What is the so-called foundation of magic? Knowledge reserve? Own magic power? Or willpower? Or both
Malfoy thought he could find the answer through books, but unfortunately this book is just a book of spells, some small curses and ancient legends of black magic. That's why Malfoy was so disappointed.
"Ah~" Malfoy stretched, feeling sleepy. The body of a young man just needs sleep, and today is also a day of exhaustion. Malfoy doesn't want his height to be affected by his sleep. So after taking a shower, I went to bed.
People tend to recall what happened today before going to bed, and Malfoy is no exception. So he inevitably thought of Pansy's kiss. Pansy's previous coquettish and shy demeanor kept circling in his mind.
Malfoy stretched out his hand and touched his forehead, he couldn't help but think: "Something doesn't feel right." But after thinking about it, "I'm not at a disadvantage." Anyway, being kissed by a little lolita is still a good thing. A very fulfilling thing. So Malfoy didn't think much of it.
While Malfoy was sleeping peacefully, Pansy's room in Hector Manor was not peaceful.
"Little liar, you don't explain why you're not a squib, and you deliberately make me look bad." At the moment, Pansy was fucking her stuffed bear, apparently taking the toy as an enemy.
"He deliberately brought me such a dark place to scare me, and he didn't light up the room early even if he knew magic. He pretended to be more polite than anyone else in front of adults. It's a bad stomach." Pansy tore the ear of the toy and said to himself.
"I'm not that easy to fight." At that time, if Pansy filed a complaint, Malfoy would have to be taught a lesson, but the relationship has become stagnant, and it will definitely be difficult to meet again next time. Out of the pride of the young lady, Naturally, Pan Xi couldn't accept revenge from a fake father, she had to rely on herself.
So Panxi chose to direct and act in a scene in which the hero saves the beauty, paving the way for the next meeting. I have to say that women are born actors. Although Panxi is still a loli, her acting skills are not good at all. Difference.
"Anyway, I caught your handle. If you don't believe me, you won't give in. I will definitely torture you next time we meet." Pansy couldn't help giggling when he thought of the scenes after Malfoy was successfully revenged by him. Come.
"Miss Ben's first kiss was not so easy to get." Thinking of his own kiss at that time, Pan Xi's cheeks were suddenly covered with blush.
"But that little liar is still a bit handsome." Pan Xi couldn't help thinking again.
"No, no, I can't be soft-hearted. If he dares to bully me, I will definitely bully him back." In the end, after a struggle in his heart, the desire for revenge prevailed.
In a short period of time, Pan Xi's mind has changed many ways. While she was still thinking wildly. A voice suddenly came from outside the door.
"Pansy, it's getting late, go to bed, you should be exhausted today." The owner of the voice was Pansy's mother.
"Okay, my lord."
"Next time we meet, I will torture you well." Pansy still did not forget to tug the plush bear's ears before going to bed. I really feel a lot of resentment.
The night passed quickly.
The sound of "Ring, ring, ring" came from Malfoy's room, it was the sound of an alarm clock.
As a psychological adult, Malfoy still treats himself with fairly self-disciplined requirements. Time is limited, and Malfoy needs to strengthen his strength as much as possible before going to Hogwarts, so he must make good planning and use of time, so there will be no slack.
Opening his sleepy eyes, Malfoy sat up from the bed, ready to get up and start to complete today's plan.
The sound of "creaking" came from the door, and Lucius pushed open the door and entered Malfoy's room, but his expression was a little unkind.
"Let's put aside today's plan. Your mother wants you to meet two new friends." Lucius' tone was a little stiff.
Last night, Lucius and his wife had a big quarrel. Narcissa has always been dissatisfied with Malfoy's education method. Her son is in the study all day, without the vitality that a teenager should have. This makes it difficult for Narcissa who dotes on her son. Accepted, in the eyes of the mother, the livelier and cuter the child is, the better. I feel stupid after reading a book all day, but this is just Narcissa's opinion. Malfoy in Lucius' eyes is extremely talented, and he may be able to do so in the future. How could the Dark Lord, Dumbledore's genius, let his time be wasted playing. Most importantly, Malfoy himself was enjoying it.
However, women are naturally unreasonable animals, and Narcissa has a strong position in the family. After so many quarrels, Lucius had to compromise. Find two playmates for Malfoy.
Of course, he also has his own calculations. Sooner or later, Malfoy will go to Hogwarts to go to school. It is definitely not convenient for him to be alone. It is also a good choice to find two followers now, and it happens that he also has a good candidate.
However, as the head of the family, Lucius still had to properly express his dissatisfaction, so his tone was naturally not that good.
"Come with me when you're done, maybe you will spend a long time together in the future." Lucius' tone was still cold.
"Yes, my lord," Malfoy replied.
But he couldn't help thinking: "I guess this is Crabbe and Goyle, so the original Malfoy is willing to order them." Malfoy sighed in his heart. "How can you be friends if your IQ is not in the same dimension?"
Today's Malfoy is naturally not keen on playing follower games. Magic is the ultimate goal he needs to pursue, so he doesn't seem very interested.
"It's just mother's kindness, let's accept it." Malfoy still has a good impression of his mother, no matter whether he dotes on him or not, Narcissa's love for his son is definitely beyond doubt. In the original book, in order to know the news of his life and death, he did not hesitate to conceal the truth, so it can be seen. Now in ordinary life, she is also extremely pampered, almost responding to every request, and Malfoy naturally does not want to go against her good intentions.
"Just let me go and see my two future followers," Malfoy thought. Soon came to the living room with Lucius.
I saw Narcissa sitting on the luxurious sofa in the living room, and Crabbe and Goyle stood beside them with restrained faces.
The fathers of the three used to be Death Eaters, but in terms of status, Lucius was naturally the tallest. After all, wealth and power are the most common ways to evaluate a person in the world. At that time, Voldemort needed the help of Lucius to develop his power. Even after Voldemort's downfall, Lucius' position in the wizarding world remained firm. These also naturally determined that Malfoy must be the main one in future activities. The same is true in the original description.
Crabbe is a stocky, short pot. And Gore is obviously taller. It has a short, stiff head. Both of their arms have one thing in common, that is, they are longer than ordinary people, and matched with their body shapes, they are like two gorillas.
"How can you make friends with different painting styles?" Malfoy sighed in his heart. However, he walked to Narcissa's side step by step and said hello to her. He couldn't help but look in the direction of the two of them.
"My baby, I think you must be bored reading in the study all day long, and your father is really, he worked so hard even before he went to school. It's so pitiful." Narcissa exaggerated I am dissatisfied with Lucius. "But today I found two playmates for you. They are the sons of your father's friends. I believe you will get along very happily in the future." Narcissa then introduced today's two protagonists to Malfoy.
"This is Vincent Crabbe." Narcissa said, pointing to the little fat man.
"Hi, hello." Crabbe didn't know whether it was because of nervousness or nature, and he stuttered a little.
"This is Gregory Goyle." Narcissa pointed to the slightly taller child and said.
Compared with Crabbe, Goyle performed better and also greeted, but still felt a little restrained.
Whether in human society or wizard society, people have to admit the existence of classes. Power and money determine a person's class. And the wizarding world may have to add some twisted lineage theory. Crabbe and Goyle's father had been Lucius' "comrade-in-arms," or attendant. This relationship is inevitably passed on to the next generation. In the home of the two, the parents must have instilled a lot of such concepts. This led to the fact that the attitude of the two of them towards Malfoy was no longer the normal attitude towards their peers.
As for Malfoy himself, he doesn't want to play any games of companionship and friendship, and it's not bad for purely running errands.
Of course, Malfoy on the face still made an impeccable salute: "I am Draco Malfoy, welcome to my house as a guest, I think we should get along well in the future."
Watching my son finally make two "friends" of the same age. Narcissa looked very happy, with a smile on the corner of her mouth.
Later, in order to fool Narcissa, Malfoy had to pretend to be an active teenager and get along with the two of them. He also found a game or two from his memory, and Malfoy also enjoyed it for a while. This did make Malfoy briefly out of the sea of books. But at the same time Malfoy discovered a very serious problem.
"Brilliant limbs, simple mind. This sentence is indeed true." Malfoy panted slightly. Compared with the anxious IQ of the two of them, it has to be said that their talent points may all be in physical fitness. With the same amount of exercise, Malfoy was already feeling fatigued, but Crabbe and Goyle were fine.
"Physical training is also necessary." Although Narcissa's arrangement today disrupted Malfoy's study plan, it also allowed Malfoy to find the shortcoming he needed to overcome.
The battle between wizards cannot be limited to spells and wands, and physical fitness is also the top priority! A flexible body and a strong physique are also very important factors. What's the use of a powerful spell if it can't hit a person? This is not a domestic online game, and the casting of spells also has a certain effect of locking the target. For wizards, being able to dodge one more time may be a matter of success or failure or life and death.
Knowledge is power, but the body that carries knowledge cannot be given up casually.
"It seems that I really can't read myself stupid." In his previous life, Malfoy was actually the type of person who loved sports very much, otherwise it would be impossible to save a child from under the car. But it may be the influence of time travel. The attraction of magic is too great for a person who has never been in contact with it, so that he forgets his exercise habits.
"I hate those little faces the most." Malfoy shook his head and smiled wryly. I also identified my determination to exercise. "It seems that one more daily activity is needed."
Looking at the three people having fun in the open space, Narcissa couldn't help showing a smile. "This is childhood. Staying in the room all day will be stupid sooner or later." Narcissa turned her head and said to Lucius. "See, how happy he is smiling."
It's a done deal, and besides, he didn't particularly object, so Lucius naturally put away his forced stiff expression. He said lightly, "As long as he is happy."
Time passed quickly, and it was noon in a blink of an eye.
After exercising, you will naturally consume a lot of energy. The best way to replenish energy is naturally to eat.
The servants in the manor have already prepared lunch.
However, looking at Crabbe and Goyle who were feasting and the "rich" meals on the table, Malfoy really didn't have any appetite.
"I haven't gotten used to it after eight years." As an aristocrat in the wizarding society, Malfoy naturally experienced the life of the top class. The cost of food and clothing should be considered to have reached the limit of enjoyment, but the first word "eat" is an exception.
As a TC person at heart, I may not be able to fully accept British cuisine for the rest of my life.
Maybe there is no such thing as looking up at the starry sky, but Malfoy can't help but suspect that he is about to lose his sense of taste after facing potatoes and fish day after day. In addition, such as roasted tomatoes, blood pudding, sausage, beans, roasted mushrooms. Eat it once and it's still fresh. But more is still unacceptable.
Malfoy stared blankly at the dish in front of him, and thought maliciously: "I don't know if there are old godmothers in this world. But even if there are, it would be too contrary to take them out in this scene."
"What's the matter baby, are you feeling well?" Narcissa saw that Malfoy didn't move at all. Thinking that he was not feeling well, he asked with concern.
"Oh, my lord, I'm just too excited. I haven't recovered from the fact that I've made two new friends." Malfoy naturally wouldn't tell the truth. After finishing speaking, I immediately took a dessert nearby. Said he was fine.
"That would be wonderful." Narcissa laughed, and put two more puddings on Malfoy's plate.
"Sometimes ignorance is a blessing." Malfoy looked at the pudding on his plate and shook his head again. I couldn't help but express my envy to the two foodies who were eating happily, and then I started to destroy my own food.
It doesn't take long to eat a meal. What's more, this time there are two more guys with amazing appetites. So the dinner was over quickly.
Crabbe and Goyle didn't stay here all the time, either, as their respective parents picked them up shortly after lunch. Naturally, some courtesy between adults is also indispensable.
The two followers left, and Malfoy would not be idle, so he returned to his study and started the study plan that should have been completed.
The days seemed to pass steadily day after day. Malfoy kept accumulating his own knowledge, and also carried out the necessary physical exercise with Crabbe and Goyle. Not surprisingly, perhaps such ordinary days would last until Malfoy When Fu was eleven years old, until Hogwarts sent his admission letter.
However, the calm was soon broken.