Chapter 304 Angry Couple

For the poor Malfoy couple, they have been very busy and exhausted in recent times.

Faced with the huge changes in the wizarding world, they had to act cautiously and tread on thin ice with every step.

Under the Dark Lord's sinister leadership and arrangement, the family's money flowed away from them like water and filled into a bottomless pit.

"The situation is very unfavorable to us." Facing the latest situation, Lucius' hair lost its luster. "Since the day that lord came back, the income and expenditure have never been balanced... Whether it is the expenses of re-recruiting the Death Eaters, housing, potion costs, magic props costs, or the things he needs... The cost we pay is getting higher and higher, and the price is getting higher and higher."

He flipped through the reports one by one, and the bright red numbers on them seemed to sting his eyes like blood:

"Everyone knows the relationship between Dumbledore and Yuhe game consoles now. From the purchase of goods to the final sales, I had to set up several transit points in France, claiming that the game consoles are all sourced from France, for fear that someone would follow the clues to find out our relationship and reveal it to the Dark Lord - this has reduced profits a lot. But if the situation continues to deteriorate, I am afraid that for safety reasons, I will have to close many stores."

"At least we hid it well. No one can see these twists and turns." Narcissa concealed her inner uneasiness and comforted her husband softly, "That lord...he has to trust us, otherwise he will have no one to use; not to mention Dumbledore, he is a tolerant person. At least we provided him with some useful information while avoiding the eyes and ears. We still have room for choice, no matter who wins."

But Lucius's expression became even more serious. His already pale face became even paler than paper, and his brows were furrowed tightly.

"I'm more worried that we won't be able to gain the trust of any one person."

He slowly flipped through the letters sent by old Goyle and old Crabbe, his two Death Eater colleagues and old friends.

"We lied that we were forced to join the Death Eaters and escaped from Azkaban... That lord had long doubted our trust in us." He thought slowly, feeling a chill running up his neck from his tailbone. "Old Goyle and Old Crabbe are trying to regain his trust. They monitor our every move like rats in a gutter and report our disloyalty to him - this is the best way to stand back by his side."

Narcissa took a brief breath and fell silent.

The couple had never been so aware that they were standing on a dangerous wall, and perhaps a slight breeze could knock down the wall and the people along with it.

"Let's take a step back. Even if we can't hold on to the end...Draco is safe." Narcissa's voice was so low that she seemed to be talking to herself. "He is in school... so many teachers are looking after him... and Jade. Dumbledore will never let her die. With her care for Draco, he should be fine..."

But when he mentioned his son and thought of the numerous letters demanding money, Lucius's expression became even worse.

If it weren't for safety reasons, he would have wanted to drag Draco home on the spot and give him a loving education.

"I hope he can study hard in school instead of focusing on how to 'serve the students'."

There was anger hidden in his voice, a mixture of dissatisfaction with his son's harshness and love:

"Since the first grade, he couldn't even pass the Muggle kids in the exams. Now is the most critical time for the OWL exams, and he keeps talking about 'entrepreneurship practice'. I really hope he can put his mind back on the right track and produce a satisfactory transcript..."

Even Narcissa, who loved her son dearly, couldn't put on a good face in response to the urgent letters asking for money:

"This child - ah - think positively, maybe he just wants to work hard to share our worries. After all, he will still be needed to inherit the family business in the future."

Lucius snorted coldly, and his already bad mood became even darker:

"We used to have a caring, well-behaved and sensible son. But what about now? He treats the family's money as dirt and throws away gold galleons for free like a celebration bouquet. I'm really worried that he will give our family property to others for nothing in the future."

Although she was dissatisfied with her son's behavior, Narcissa's maternal love made her selectively ignore her son's "filial piety" behavior.

Unable to bear it, she sent her son half a bag of gold Galleons after she yelled at him to help him out of his urgent need.

"I have already warned him." Her beautiful face was full of melancholy. "I didn't want to do this, but I had to... How embarrassing would this be for Draco? I hope he can correct himself. I want to give him another chance..."

Seeing his wife's sad look, Lucius gradually softened his attitude and chose to vent his anger towards his son:

"Draco has changed since Umbridge taught him a lesson. The punishment she received was too light. She should have been sent to Azkaban to have a taste of what Dementors can do to her."

At this point, the couple, whose anger was gradually extinguished by their love for their son, should have revealed the matter.

But unfortunately——

An eagle owl swooped in through the window, chirping, and dropped a letter from Draco on the table.

As if it was some terrible virus, Narcissa, who was afraid to touch it for a long time, finally picked up the letter with trembling hands.

Although the whole letter was filled with his son's spoiled and naughty behavior, the core idea was only one, and it continued the purpose of his previous dozen letters:

Want money.

Ask for more money.

To take money that doesn't care about the life and death of the couple.

This behavior of testing the edge of death and dancing around the bottom line made the couple feel dizzy.

Perhaps in normal times, they would dote on their son infinitely and would just reprimand him a few words and then let him go easily.

But at a critical time when the family was gradually sliding into the abyss of not making ends meet, the son's heartless letter became the last straw that broke the camel's back for the couple.

"It's unfortunate. It seems that the last yelling letter didn't teach him a lesson. Instead, it made him feel that our tolerance has no limit."

If his son was in front of him, Lucius would probably practice the stick parenting method he learned without any instruction:

"I think the rope I saw at Borgin and Burke's last time is worth buying... and the gate of our manor is still missing some human figures, what do you think?"

Faced with the ridiculous behavior of her own filial son, Narcissa rolled her eyes in anger. She felt that she was trapped inside and outside, and was attacked from all sides.

This caused the anger in her mind to gradually surge, and her heart gradually hardened:

"I agree."

But her innate maternal love still made her relax:

"For safety reasons, we shouldn't take him home, but I think the Hogwarts tower tops are missing some...human decorations."