"Good child, your father has raised you very well."
Voldemort was satisfied, and his wand traced patterns on Draco's spine.
Even through his suit, Draco couldn't ignore the hard, cold touch.
It seems you can still smell the blood after the slaughter.
Draco felt like vomiting, but he could only grit his teeth and suppress it.
"Good boy, you will be as proud of me as your father."
"Is it right?"
A face that would make anyone want to vomit at first glance was now thrust squarely in front of Draco without any attempt to conceal it.
Lucius nodded, Narcissa nodded, and Draco could even see longing in Voldemort's eyes.
A desire to kill Draco on the spot if his answer is not to his liking.
Draco nodded blankly.
He had no choice but to agree.
"Good boy, stretch out your hand."
No no no no!
Draco's dazed eyes snapped back to reality.
He knelt on one knee, displaying utmost humility.
"Lord, if I enter Hogwarts with your mark, and the teachers and classmates find out, it will probably greatly restrict my movements."
"I can't pass on any more information about Hogwarts."
Draco, who usually doesn't like to use his brain much, is now thinking at lightning speed.
It was to prevent his arm from being marked with the Black Magic Mark.
"You're right."
Voldemort chuckled and walked around Draco.
"Draco, you are very smart, just like your father."
The Malfoy family of three was extremely quiet at this moment, even their breathing was as light as could be.
Everyone understood the implied meaning in Voldemort's words.
What does it resemble so much from Lucius?
Like a reed swaying in the wind, always changing its mind.
But Draco couldn't deny it, otherwise he would feel like he was looking down on his father.
"Being smart is a good thing."
The cold wand touched Draco's face.
"I hope you stay smart forever."
Draco's slender fingers gripped the floor tightly, his eyes lowered, sweat beading on his nose.
"That's enough for today, Lucius. Spend some quality time with your child."
Voldemort patted Lucius on the shoulder, his body gradually becoming transparent until he disappeared as he moved forward.
Draco held his breath and looked back for a long time, making sure he didn't see Voldemort.
"vomit!"
He vomited profusely onto the floor, and Narcissa immediately knelt down to pat his back, her eyes filled with heartache.
Lucius looked at his suffering son, his Adam's apple bobbing, and finally walked out in silence, step by step.
Why did I join the Death Eaters back then?
Is it for the same reason as his wife: the pursuit of pure-blood supremacy?
Lucius couldn't remember anymore.
As the head of the Malfoy family, he should feel sorry for this.
I'm sorry, Draco.
His most beloved child.
But now he doesn't know what to do.
...
"Awooo!"
My bottom is burning!
Grandpa, help!
Birdie burns baby's butt!
As soon as Grindelwald arrived at Dumbledore's office, he saw the nine-tailed fox cub clutching its tail and screaming.
He found it extremely interesting.
Dumbledore saw him too, but only glanced at him briefly before picking up the baby.
They patted off the sparks from the baby's bottom and then patted off the blackened fur.
What did Fox do to you?
"Chirp chirp chirp, cheep ...!"
Fox got anxious and jumped around in the birdcage, eventually flying directly to the roof.
It turned out that Fox was burping after eating, and the sparks from his mouth set the baby's bottom on fire.
"Stupid fox, you don't even run away when your butt gets burned."
Grindelwald had lost all his teeth and looked very old.
But he still lay on the sofa in a carefree manner, just like when he was young.
He never needed to be overly polite in front of Dumbledore.
Of course, this excludes the time when their relationship was on the verge of collapse.
Dumbledore ignored him and took out the ointment that Shen Yulou had specially made for Zai Zai Mao Mao to prepare for applying the medicine.
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