On the yellowed parchment was a map of Hogwarts, and there was still no one around the bathroom on the second floor of the castle.
"If you want to go, now is a good time." Malfoy said, looking at the Marauder's Map.
An indescribable bitterness immediately appeared on Pansy's face, and a dull pain began to spread in his heart.
She immediately regretted why she did this.
Why be sensible.
"Then if you don't come back, I should still be able to see you, right?" Pansy asked nervously, and she still felt that she might be thinking too much, which led to hallucinations.
The dream will wake up at any time.
"There will be a chance, don't worry." Malfoy said in relief.
But in fact, he didn't know when the next meeting would be.
Returning this time, perhaps for a long time, they will have to try hard to win more of Voldemort's trust.
He needs to find a chance to get rid of Nagini.
"Okay then, goodbye! Draco." Pansy took a deep breath and said decisively, deciding to leave without looking back, so that she would not really hesitate.
"Wait." Malfoy stopped her, which made Pansy a little excited.
But it didn't really stop her.
Only then he called again: "Dobby!"
A neatly dressed house elf in a jet-black tuxedo appeared in front of him.
"Master Draco! You are back? Master and Madam will be very happy."
Malfoy didn't answer, he bent down and whispered something into Dobby's huge right ear.
Dobby said tremblingly and excitedly: "Dobby promises to complete the task! Please rest assured, Master Draco!"
Then followed Pan Xi's footsteps, the girl looked back at him reluctantly, and then stepped into the cabinet door again.
I don't know when the two will meet again.
And Malfoy also removed the lock on the iron door, stepped on the stairs, returned to the surface, and carried out the next move.
In an unremarkable room in the Malfoy Manor, a beautiful blond woman sat in front of the dressing table with a haggard look, looking straight at the bronze mirror in front of her, but she didn't make any gesture of dressing up.
This woman was just in a daze, killing this unbearable time.
Suddenly, she heard the sound of a wooden door being pushed and creaked.
but did not follow
"Why did you come back so early today? Have you finished what the Dark Lord entrusted to you? Is there any news from Draco?" She said without looking up.
She thought it was her husband who came back and asked casually.
The long wait made her patient enough.
"Mom?" Malfoy called from the door, his voice changing, but Narcissa caught it right away.
"Draco?"
She raised her head in a panic, her eyes were instantly filled with a look that symbolized surprise, then she hurriedly got up and rushed towards the door, not minding that her legs accidentally kicked down the coffee table next to her feet, almost stumble.
Then rushed to her child.
Tears glistened in her eyes, and the tears quickly flowed down her face.
He took his child in his arms.
The haggard and lifeless appearance finally eased, and the brows stretched.
"Draco, you're finally back." Her arms tightened around her child.
"Isn't I fine? Mom?" Malfoy couldn't resist his mother's reaction.
But he also knew that he couldn't push it away for sure.
He also felt quite guilty at this time.
In any case, they have been worrying for too long.
But he can't have any contact with this side. Even the frequency of communication with Dumbledore through the double-sided mirror is very restrained to avoid leaking secrets.
"I'm not dreaming, am I, Draco?" Narcissa cupped Malfoy's cheek.
"No, Mom, I'm really back," he repeated.
"Just come back, just come back." Narcissa said while clutching her chest.
"Draco, you must be hungry, Dobby!" she called to the house-elf at home.
"He shouldn't be here. I sent him out to do something."
"Then what do you want to eat, mom will make it for you."
Narcissa was a little unscrupulous. Her child was back. This was such a pleasant surprise that she forgot the fact that she was not very good at cooking.
After all, I am used to being pampered.
"No mom, I've already eaten," Malfoy explained.
Her mood gradually eased, and her bewilderment eased a little.
Soon, the mother and son moved into the living room. Even though Malfoy refused, a sumptuous meal was brought up and placed on the long table.
Most are readymades.
"You didn't encounter any danger along the way, did you?"
"No." Malfoy said truthfully, all the dangers encountered in this trip were within the scope of his ability to solve.
"You see that you have lost a lot of weight. You must have suffered a lot. It's because your mother didn't protect you well."
"Don't worry, your dad will take care of this and won't send you to jail." She turned to reassure her child.
Azkaban fell and was destroyed, but a new prison was erected.
Malfoy wasn't worried about that.
There shouldn't be any courageous Aurors by Voldemort's side.
Although he has not met the Dark Lord now, he must have gained enough trust.
Although the bitter plan to enter Azkaban failed to materialize, wandering and wandering outside, openly taking hostages, can be regarded as having accepted the nomination certificate.
However, the breaking of the prophecy ball did not happen, and his father was not imprisoned, and he even held a certain amount of shares in the "Daily Prophet", with a high right to speak.
In Voldemort's camp, the status is very high.
played a great role.
Especially now that the Dark Lord has few capable generals under his command.
The Malfoy family is valued and reused.
This is also the result he needs.
Having access to Voldemort meant that Nagini could be exposed to his sight and find more openings.
Hogwarts is definitely not necessary to go back.
It's just that some necessary arrangements still require him to come forward.
Narcissa then looked at her child distressedly, she rolled up Malfoy's cuffs, leaving a lot of scratches on his arms.
His originally pale face now took on a healthy dark color, and there were some light blue stubbles at the corners of his mouth.
"Don't worry, the Dark Lord is our backer now, you have contributed so much to him, he will definitely help you."
Malfoy nodded.
"I have to tell your father the news, he will be very happy." Narcissa wiped away her tears and pointed her finger out of the window
"Narcisa, Dumbledore is dead. At his funeral... Draco may be able to..." Coincidentally, Lucius' voice came from outside the door at this time, and he pushed the door open enter.
The tail of the silver silk robe was put into the room first, and then a tall but slender man stepped in and hung his hood on the pole.
"It's so rare that you actually take the initiative to eat, Sissy." He said without raising his head.
After Malfoy escaped from Hogwarts, his wife didn't eat on time for a long time, and she was haggard and thinner.