After purchasing the necessary supplies for going to school, there is still some time before leaving school, Malfoy's daily life still hasn't changed much, if there is any, it is to practice spells.
Crabbe and Goyle are very competent as human sandbags. Due to the lack of wands, Malfoy only stayed at theoretical knowledge, and occasionally practiced with some old wands at home, but it was not a long-term solution after all. Now that the wand is in hand, Malfoy is naturally itchy and has had a good time.
As for the object, who else could there be besides the two followers
"I don't know if I can get Snape's "Advanced Potion Making" now." Looking at the two chubby puddles lying on the floor under the sleeping curse, Malfoy lacked interest and couldn't help but ignore Shen Feng. I am more interested in spells such as Fuchsia. After all, with the passage of time, Malfoy has mastered almost all the standard spells, and the only ones that are left out are the spells created by others and the three spells. The Unforgivable Curse and other forbidden curses, the only thing I can do now is to make myself more proficient in the spells I have learned.
"I'm really looking forward to it." Malfoy's desire to learn from Hogwarts became more and more intense. Maybe I can't learn any new knowledge in the classroom, but the school is not just as simple as the classroom. As one of the oldest wizarding schools, Hogwarts has a vast collection of books. This is what Malfoy yearns for the most. You know, there are many things in the world that cannot be simply bought with money. The price of precious magical materials and out-of-print witchcraft books has long been beyond measure.
What's the use of being rich? It is difficult to be effective without a matching status, and Lucius also deeply understands this point. Since Voldemort's defeat, he returned to the upper wizarding world and was very keen on improving his reputation and expanding his network. It has begun to bear fruit, but it is still a long way behind Dumbledore, who is already highly respected and the number one in the wizarding world. Easily resolved.
"Stop pretending, I know you're awake." Malfoy said suddenly.
The two chubby guys got up from the ground reluctantly, with distressed expressions on their faces. No one likes being hit by magic, and Crabbe and Goyle were a little stupid, but not unconscious.
"Go back." Unexpectedly, Malfoy did not continue his practice.
"I think you should also go home and pack up and get ready. There are not many days left for school. Let's stop here today." Malfoy explained.
Crabbe and Goyle left as quickly as they could, and Crabbe almost tripped over running too fast.
"Am I that scary?" Malfoy looked amused at their behavior. .
In the eyes of Crabbe and Gore, maybe there is.
Maybe Malfoy was the center of the father's generation, but after several years of getting along, both Malfoy's usual behavior and talent in magic are enough to convince the two of them, maybe the IQ is arrears , but the instinct of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages engraved in human nature is still enough for the two to make correct reactions.
Even if Malfoy asked to continue just now, perhaps reluctantly, the two will continue to be sandbags.
"The challenge is too low." Malfoy shook his head. "Practical combat is not such a good sandbag." The battle between wizards is enough to be called fast-changing, and this kind of practice can't have much effect. Proficiency and combat experience are obviously two different things.
"Coo, coo," hooted an owl behind Malfoy.
The owl kept by the Malfoy family is the horned owl, the largest, heaviest and most robust owl in all of Europe. The wings are quite wide, and a pair of big orange eyes are very beautiful, and it looks like a king. It is also somewhat consistent with the characteristics that the Malfoy family considers to be of noble blood.
"Let me see, it turned out to be "The Quibbler". Malfoy reached for the magazine that the owl had brought and started flipping through it. I have to admit that these articles are actually quite interesting, provided you don't go into them. This is also one of Malfoy's rare pastimes. After all, computers and mobile phones in this world are still in their original state, and even if they develop later, there will still be censorship by the Department for Prohibiting the Misuse of Muggle Supplies.
Check out the latest issue of The Quibbler. Ma Erfu yawned, feeling a little sleepy.
"Baby, come here." Narcissa's voice suddenly came from outside the door.
Upon hearing this, Malfoy put the book on the shelf and left the room.
"I think that's an exaggeration." Coming to the living room, looking at the pile of luggage, Malfoy's jaw almost hit the ground. These are all the luggage that Narcissa prepared for Malfoy. Apart from the necessary books and clothes, there are many other items.
"Mother, I don't think I need these things." Malfoy casually opened a box, which was full of his favorite snacks.
"I don't think you might be used to school food," Narcissa said.
"Mother, I think that as the heir of the Malfoy family, I can still overcome this difficulty." Not to mention whether I am used to the Hogwarts food, even if I am not used to it. So many things are too exaggerated. But in the face of Narcissa who is for himself, Malfoy can't refuse too bluntly.
"Okay." Narcissa felt a little depressed.
"Well, I think it would be nice if the owls would send some now and then." Malfoy changed the subject.
"I know you won't let mother's hard work go to waste." Narcissa obviously felt better again, and immediately kissed Malfoy's forehead again.
"It's really spoiling." Malfoy sighed inwardly. "But doting is better than abuse."
"By the way, why didn't your little girlfriend come to play at home?" Narcissa asked suddenly.
"Uh, I think..." Malfoy was speechless for a moment.
"Are you bullying others again?" Narcissa asked.
Before Malfoy opened his mouth, Narcissa continued: "When your father pursued me, it was..." After that, Narcissa explained to Malfoy how Lucius pursued him back then, but he didn't know it was a fiction. How many.
After listening to it, Malfoy suppressed a smile, it was hard to imagine that his father had such a romantic story back then. Obviously it doesn't match his usual image.
"Ahem, I think it's not just your son who needs to get ready for school, my lord." Malfoy explained afterwards.
"Oh, you are the same age, I almost forgot, after that, it must be a college, right?" Narcissa asked again.
"I think so," Malfoy replied.
"I think so, apart from the Weasley family, there should not be many purebloods willing to go to other colleges." Narcissa laughed.
"Oh, it's so late." Narcissa said, looking up at the clock.
"Baby, I think you should go to rest. Let's tidy up tomorrow." Narcissa suggested,
"Okay, mother." Malfoy nodded, turned and walked into the room.