Perhaps sensing the unusual atmosphere, Lucius suddenly swept his light gray eyes towards the dining table again.
There was more than one person at the dinner table, not just his wife!
Even if there are some changes, the general outline will not change, as well as the standard light golden hair.
"Draco?"
He whispered his son's name in a shocked whisper.
After Lucius saw the boy sitting across from Narcissa, he was absolutely sure that his son was back now!
"Dad, I'm sorry, I didn't come back until now, and I made you and Mom worry." Malfoy stood up, then raised his head, and said apologetically.
The eyes of father and son met at this moment.
But at the first moment, he didn't show the ecstasy he imagined, but squeezed his silver snake-headed cane tightly.
As the patriarch of the family, no matter how excited he is, he can't act too fiercely, and he can't be overjoyed.
He just came back from Dumbledore's funeral at this time. For some reason, he didn't use the Floo powder network directly connected to the fireplace at home. Instead, he went around and rushed back from the nearest network outside, so he seemed a bit dusty. Servant.
"Very good, very good, it's good to be back, and it's good that people are fine." Even though he tried his best to calm himself down, he still couldn't calm down his excitement. He nodded his head twice, and his words were not smooth. The breathing that had calmed down from the journey began to pant again.
He sorted out his thoughts and tried to keep himself calm.
"When did you come back?" He asked as calmly as possible, tidying up the corners of his clothes, but his swift footsteps still revealed his current state of mind.
Lucius then walked quickly to the dining table, hugged his son, and patted him on the back.
"Not half an hour," Malfoy replied.
"Let Draco eat first, and ask these questions later." Narcissa said angrily, blocking his question back at once.
Lucius froze, but then he showed a relieved smile.
He knew that his wife should love her son well.
There is no rush to ask, anyway, his son has come back now, and those questions can be asked slowly.
"Okay, let's eat first. I just happened to be hungry too. It was already late when I went to Hogwarts, so I could only stay outside." He said with a smile, the wrinkles on his face seemed to have smoothed out a lot.
He pulled a chair from under the table and sat down with Malfoy, but never took his eyes off his son.
It has to be said that even if Dobby wasn't there, the meal was quite hearty.
"Draco, why don't you eat meat?" Narcissa watched Malfoy pick some lettuce frequently, with a distressed expression on her face, and wanted to push the plate in front of her.
"Oh, Mom, I really don't have much appetite." That's all Malfoy could explain, because he was telling the truth.
When I was in a fishing village in Germany, I had no choice but to eat fish for a long time. When I was adventuring in the wild, I would hunt and eat some fresh food if I had the opportunity. Canned meat in stretch wrap.
It made him miss fresh fruits and vegetables inexplicably.
Compared with wild game, edible plants that grow naturally in the wild are not so delicious.
However, in terms of dietary conditions, Malfoy's standard has not dropped too much these days, but the sense of urgency brought about by the pressure is completely different from the past.
After a while, the meal was over.
Taking out a paper towel and wiping his mouth, Malfoy finally felt like he had returned to the civilized world, as if it had been a lifetime away.
The series of unexpected situations not long ago made him completely unable to calm down. Only when he came back to his senses did he really realize that he had gone home.
Inexplicably relieved.
But soon, Lucius asked questions one after another.
"Where have you been these days?"
"Why don't you go home, Dad will solve all the difficulties for you."
"Why come back now, you know Dumbledore is dead?"
"Ask slowly! Draco will tell you! You haven't been caught by the Aurors yet, but you have treated him as a prisoner first." Narcissa said angrily.
Lucius could only show a bitter smile on his face.
After that, Malfoy dealt with many questions from his parents and answered some of their confusions.
Narcissa accepted the order and nodded again and again, but Lucius' eyes were not so credulous, looking at his child with scrutiny and concern.
As his son's father, the helm of the Malfoy family, and a master of power, it is difficult to be persuaded without sufficient reasons. He only believes in his own judgment.
His brows were furrowed all the time, but in a short time, he couldn't analyze anything.
"The Dark Lord may come back today." Lucius said abruptly at this moment.
Malfoy looked aside and fell into silence and thinking. He could guess that Voldemort still used this place as his base.
Malfoy Manor covers a vast area, and there are many secret passages similar to Hogwarts underground. Taking a step back, it can hide some new Death Eaters, and further, it can also be used as a strategic offensive point.
And Voldemort will definitely not live in the wilderness again.
How to behave in front of him has become a very serious issue.
How to gain the trust of that person to the maximum extent
Malfoy fell into a state of anxiety. Even after such a long period of tempering, he was still a little panicked about the road ahead, for fear that one day he would lose everything if he was not careful.
When his thoughts were about to drift away, he was pulled back by Lucius' low cry.
"No... Maybe the Dark Lord is here now, I have to take a step first." Lucius' left arm trembled suddenly, his brows subconsciously frowned, and his gray eyes showed subconscious of fear and loathing.
murmured.
Malfoy could sense his father's reluctance at the Dark Lord's call.
"I'm leaving first." He said hurriedly to the two people at the table, then got up, left the living room, and walked towards the bedroom that belonged to him.
That room now belonged to Voldemort, and it was also the place he used to talk to his confidants.
As for his own home, Lucius was familiar with the road, bypassing a few corridors, passing through branches, and quickly found the room that belonged to him.
It's just that he stood stiffly outside the door, his expression fell into some hesitation, he raised his raised hand slightly, and then lowered it heavily.
The return of his son made him less inclined to continue to seek help from Voldemort.
But this is not based on his will. A mistake that offends that man may bring about a catastrophe.