In the deep blue sky, three owl postmen carrying the daily "Daily Prophet" crossed the cast iron gate and flew into the magnificent Malfoy Manor. The Malfoy family was enjoying breakfast.

"Dad, I want to read it too."

A blond boy about five or six years old said hopefully. He was too short, and the armchair below was too tall. Even if he sat on a pile of thick cushions, he had to look up to talk.

Other things in the restaurant were not handy. For example, the silver knife and fork and dinner plate seemed too heavy, which made it difficult for him to eat. Others had almost finished eating, but he still had one-third of the food left on his plate.

Draco spread the newspaper on the table and let the little boy look at the moving pictures on it. Lucius and Narcissa looked up from the "Daily Prophet" and watched the scene quietly.

"Little Scorpius can't read yet?" Narcissa asked.

Draco opened his mouth. "I can read, grandma. I can spell a hundred words." The little boy looked up, sniffed, and said, "My mother took me to watch The Adventures of Mick, the Young Wizard, and before she got sick, she wanted me to make friends in the nursery."

The temperature in the restaurant seemed to have dropped by ten degrees, or maybe it was because Lucius's gray eyes darkened the tone of the room.

"It's just an idea," Draco said cautiously, "Go in the morning and pick him up in the afternoon. Little Scorpius can play games with other children, listen to stories, learn arithmetic and spelling, and continue to receive magical education when he returns home."

Narcissa and Lucius exchanged glances, and Lucius said coldly, "The Greengrass family has raised a good daughter."

"Father, don't you also have a wide range of friends?" Draco said unconvinced, "Right here! This table! You have received more than one group of senior government officials. Every year you will take at least half a month to prepare appropriate gifts and visit them..."

"That's different." Lucius said impatiently. Narcissa glanced at her husband and son sternly, turned to the boy and said, "Scorpius, are you done eating?" "I'm done." "Come to grandma, little guy. Haven't you always wanted to sneak into the study and cause trouble? There are many portraits of family members hanging there, and some of them can talk."

"Really?" Scorpius' eyes lit up, and he wiped his mouth with a napkin and got off the cushion. "Is there a great-uncle Regulus? I've heard his story, a warrior who faced the darkness alone!"

Narcissa pursed her lips tightly, "Yes, in another room, I'll take you to see it."

She led the little boy away, and then the restaurant became quiet. Draco and Lucius, the father and son, sat at the two ends of the long table with exquisite decorations and delicate patterns, observing each other silently, as if they were engaged in some kind of silent competition and confrontation.

"There are guests at home this afternoon, you stay." Lucius said, and his pale and pointed face had a few more wrinkles.

"Another gathering to keep in touch?"

"Don't forget, you are a Malfoy!"

"That doesn't mean anything, I shouldn't come back, I'm going to the hospital to visit Astoria."

There was a long silence, and the fire crackled. "Okay," Lucius suppressed his anger, "You are now the director of the wizard-Muggle joint hospital, and you have a heavy responsibility. Regarding the education of little Scorpius-"

"Don't bother, you seem to have more important things to worry about." Draco said stiffly, "I will never let my child live in a room outside the twelve corridors. Compared with the manor where I grew up, I miss that small safe house more."

The safe house he mentioned originally belonged to Nick Flamel. After being inherited by Felix, it was lent to the Malfoys to avoid Voldemort's pursuit. Draco also lived there for a short time. After the war, his family naturally moved back to the luxurious Malfoy Manor, but Felix did not take back the house.

Lucius looked a little dazed. At that time, Selwyn was arrested by the Ministry of Magic and confessed a list of Death Eater members in person in order to get a pardon, including him, but then Hap publicly admitted that Lucius was his undercover planted in the Death Eaters so that Snape, who was also a spy, could hide deeper.

His attitude softened.

"Astoria...how's her condition?"

"Same old," Draco said immediately, "I cast healing spells on her every week or two, but it comes back again soon, and it's become more obvious since Scorpius was born." "

The snakewood wand in your hand--" Lucius said seriously, "is the wand that all healers dream of, taken from the branch of Salazar Slytherin's wand. Even it can't cure the blood curse?"

"That kind of curse is very powerful. An ancestor was cursed, and it has been passed down through the bloodlines of descendants of the family for centuries...it manifested on her. In recent years, I have mobilized the most outstanding talents of Muggles and wizards, and tried all kinds of methods, but I haven't completely conquered it."

"I told you a long time ago to stay away from women from that family!" Lucius said loudly.

"That's not what you said at the beginning," Draco retorted. "You and mother had high hopes for her: you are both from one of the twenty-eight pure-blood families, and your family is equally wealthy, but later you discovered that she was not interested in the theory of bloodline at all. The incurable terminal illness did not defeat her, but instead gave her cheerful, optimistic, and compassionate qualities, which are exactly what the Malfoy family lacks... I think it is dangerous for you to still engage in small group activities now."

"Enough." Lucius shouted. He stared at his son, panting, "That was a necessary rhetoric, in order to win people's hearts, and Selwyn was pressing forward step by step, always coveting my position, I must fight back."

"Even at the cost of standing on the opposite side of that person?"

Draco asked sharply, "You know his attitude. As far as I know, he has never taken the initiative to explore his own life experience. No one knows his biological parents - whether they are Muggles or wizards, there is no difference in his eyes."

His son's words woke him up, and Lucius immediately broke out in a cold sweat, and the image of a polite young man emerged in his mind.

No, it's a middle-aged man. That's not right, age seems to have no meaning to him. Lucius thought of the wedding two years ago. Only a few close people received handwritten invitations. Judging from the scale of the event, no more than a hundred invitations were distributed.

Now the invitation is placed in the Malfoy family vault.

Unlike others who complained - for example, the small group that did not receive an invitation was composed of some pure-blood families who had escaped liquidation by chance - Lucius witnessed the smiles on the faces of the newlyweds (even a little shy), and he was willing to support this wedding with both hands and feet.

In his mind, this situation was only slightly worse than Felix Heppe choosing a partner from a pure-blood family.

This attitude came from Lucius's reflection on the fate of his family.

After experiencing the chaos brought by Dumbledore and Voldemort, the Malfoy family naturally has its own inclinations. They like order and would rather establish a stable connection with those in power. When people cheered the arrival of a new era, Lucius was deeply uneasy. He realized that the era of Hap was not stable. People would change, just like the Dark Lord in the past. After the war, Hap was like a kite without any ties, flying higher and higher, and was about to disappear in the clouds. God knows when he will get tired of the current life and suddenly disappear.

At this time, a pair of hands grabbed him, and in the foreseeable future, there will be more and more hands holding the kite.

There is no news that can make the Malfoy family more excited than this. With the resignation of Ms. Bones and the rise of Kingsley, Lucius's heart became active again, and he carefully extended his tentacles of exploration, but he found that he had an opponent - Selwyn, who betrayed him without hesitation in the interrogation room. Both of them were competing for the support of the remaining pure-blood elements.

"I got a message," Lucius said slowly after calming down, "Mr. Hep intends to hand over the Floating Island to Harry Potter for management."

Draco frowned.

"I remember that Potter spent nearly half of his time on the Floating Island for several years. I thought it was because his relatives and friends were basically there."

Lucius did not speak, but almost talked to himself, "If you want to take over the Floating Island, first, the concept is in line with it, and second, the ability meets certain requirements. He is now the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. The basic management ability is beyond doubt. In terms of personal strength..."

"Then there is no need to worry." Draco said with complicated eyes.

"You have seen it--" Lucius stared at Draco, then nodded, "It seems that the news is true." He pointed to the newspaper on the table, "It is estimated that it will be announced during the Quidditch World Cup. His birthday is at the end of July, right? Really young, not even thirty years old..."

Later that day, Draco, Narcissa, and Scorpius appeared on the Floating Island.

Narcissa had been in the country for the past two years, and now she was somewhat surprised to see the scene in front of her: they were standing on the top of the floating island, with hundreds of fireplaces standing around them, but they were completely different from ordinary fireplaces. Except for the four corners, which were made of pure white stone, the rest of the place was empty, like large and small stone pavilions, with a ball of fire burning in the air in the center of the stone pavilion. She glanced back, and the fireplace behind her was the same, except that the color of the flame was changing from green to red.

In just a blink of an eye, two more wizards stepped on the flames and came out. They identified the direction slightly on the spot and walked towards a small white house.

"That's the registration office," Draco introduced, "People who come here for the first time have to explain their purpose and leave a trace of magic. Originally, there was no such rule, but in recent years, more and more people have settled here, and new procedures have to be added for the convenience of management."

Narcissa didn't say anything. She was attracted by a row of flying brooms passing through the sky. They were all painted blue.

"That's a public broom. It's slower than a normal flying broom and has a limited height, but fortunately it can be used by both wizards and Muggles. There's a special spell on it that can stick a person's butt to it, preventing the first-time rider from falling off." Draco said with a strange look on his face.

"I know! It's an invention of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes," little Scorpius shouted excitedly, "I like it there!"

Narcissa glanced at Draco, and Draco looked away expressionlessly.

They left the fireplace area and then Apparated to a street, with Draco acting as a tour guide dutifully.

"The hospital is nearby. You and Dad used to come here often, but it has changed a lot in recent years. Physically, the floating island is a lot bigger than it was two years ago. According to the Muggle standard for a big city, the island can accommodate 10 million people, but currently there are only about 1 million residents, which is already very lively for wizards. Oh, nearly one-third of these people are wizards, and the rest are scientists and their families in charge of various large projects; government workers, company employees... and a certain number of tourists." At this

time, there was a deafening sound in the air, and a three-story bus appeared across the street. "Knight Bus?" Draco said nothing, leading the way through a group of strange-shaped houses. They were all very wizard-like - they were not particular about details, they often violated certain laws of physics, and the environment was changeable.

They passed through a low rain cloud, and when they were closest, their hair was almost brushing against the black clouds, but when they turned a corner, the sun was shining brightly. In front of them appeared a magnificent white building. This is the Wizard-Muggle Joint Hospital. The name is 'Wizard-Muggle Joint Hospital', without a prefix. The hospital logo is a snake staff - whether it is the Muggle society or the magical society, this logo can be related to doctors.

Of course, if you look closely, you will find that the snake staff is a magic wand, and the snake on it is similar to the huge Ouroboros wrapped around the outside of the floating island.

Opposite the hospital are special magic shops from all over the world. As the Quidditch World Cup approaches, tourists have boarded the island on giant ships one after another, and Draco saw a familiar face among a group of women. Luna Lovegood was wearing a very eye-catching dress, embroidered with various magical animal patterns, and a strange blue brooch on her collar, which looked a bit like a broken eggshell. The women and children around her were shouting excitedly.

A brown-haired man came trotting over with a camera...

Scamander?

This thought circled in Draco's mind, and then was thrown behind his mind. They walked into the hospital, and Muggle doctors and wizard healers along the way greeted him one by one. Draco nodded in response. Narcissa watched all this silently, with pride on her face.

She and Lucius did fund the construction of the prototype of the hospital, but a few years later, her husband became obsessed with the game of thrones again, so he moved back to England. On weekdays, she could only hear them talk about what stubborn diseases they had recently conquered and what the best treatments were in newspapers and family gatherings. She clearly felt that she was a little behind the times.

They came to the door of the high-end ward on the fifth floor.

A woman dressed as a nurse strode over and said respectfully, "Mr. Malfoy, someone from Future World Company sent a letter saying that another fourteen precision instruments have passed the magic test and their accuracy is guaranteed. We need your signature to accept them."

Draco signed the document quickly.

He was about to push open the door of the ward, but the assistant took out the memo like a magic trick and tore off a page, "There is one more thing - Mr. Potter came this morning and said he had something important to discuss, but you were not in the hospital at the time."

"I know, I will contact him." Draco took the note and walked into the ward.