novel-bin Chapter 108 Breakfast
Chapter 108 Breakfast
St. Mungo's on this day made many doctors who experienced Voldemort's rule, and even Grindelwald's rule, think that they had returned to the wartime state.
In a short period of time, one after another, the wounded were pushed in, bleeding profusely, with grim wounds. Apart from wizards, there were even werewolves among them.One by one, some were extremely quiet and might be dying, while others were still roaring and screaming, splashing their own blood.
When the reporters arrived, although they could not see the "grand event" at that time, the large bloodstains on the ground that were not cleaned in time were enough for them to write several editions.
Drake made his way to St. Mungo's directly by the fireplace, which freed him from those reporters.And as soon as he stepped out of the fireplace, there was an Auror waiting outside: "Mr. Malfoy? Your father is over here."
The Malfoy family has never had any friendship with the Aurors, whether it is the Aurors who obey the orders of Minister Fudge, the Aurors under Scrimgeour, or the Aurors who are close to Dumbledore like Mad-Eye Moody Aurors.
But Draco followed him anyway, and when he walked outside his father's ward, he knew immediately why the Auror had come over.It was really a big ward, but it wasn't alone, except for his father, two snarling werewolves, a werewolf in a coma—probably Lupine, two severely wounded escapees from Azkaban— Apparently one of them was Sirius Black.
These guys probably thought his father was an abandoned Death Eater because of his injuries.
"I'm going to change the ward. Also, what's with the handcuffs?"
"I think you'd better calm down, little Mr. Malfoy." Scrimge appeared in the room with his usual cold attitude, "We suspect that your father was involved in a criminal activity related to some immoral people .”
"You don't need to be so talkative, I think, what you want to say is that my father is also one of those immoral people."
"No, we just suspect, and, I think you want to clear your father as much as we do. And you can help us, before today, was your father doing anything unusual? Is there something special in your family? visitors? Is there something wrong?"
"Excuse my father?" Draco laughed, full of sarcasm, "That means my father has been convicted now? Because of what? He raised his wand and attacked the Auror? Or someone else?"
"Hey! Malfoy boy! Your arrogant father is already in bed, but he won't be lying there for long, because Azkaban's double cell is waiting for him! And if you continue to learn his arrogance , it won’t be long before you can meet him in that place!”
A brown-headed Auror rushed out, Draco didn't recognize him, but it was clear he was a Gryffindor.
"Are you threatening me, Mister Auror?"
"I..." Auror wanted to continue to express his opinion, when the door opened, and another person came in, he hurried to Scrimgeour, and whispered something to him.Scrimgeour, who had always had a cold and hard expression, and even felt like he was winning, frowned.
He waved his wand, and the magic handcuffs that locked Lucius' wrist and the hospital bed fell off, and flew back to Scrimgeour's hand with the wand.
"You can change the ward for your father."
"Oh?" Draco, who seemed a little anxious and tense, relaxed instantly, and he smiled with a malicious smile, "It seems that there is no need for me to 'excuse my father'. Have you got any new evidence, new witnesses? Or, you didn’t know anything in the first place, you may have seen my father wounded and bleeding on the side of the road, and it happened that there were several people lying beside him. An 'immoral person' and thinking 'Ah! Lucius Malfoy must be with those guys!'"
"Malfoy!" The brown-haired Auror seemed to have a fiery temper. He jumped out and grabbed Draco by the collar. Scrimgeour and the other Auror who came to report hurriedly stopped him, and the Auror who reported Pulling his arm, covering his mouth, dragged him to a corner.
Draco straightened his collar, with a mocking smile on his lips and contempt in his eyes.
"I apologize to you and your father for my recklessness, Mr Malfoy."
"Of course I accept your apology, even though my seriously injured old father was almost thrown into Azkaban, and I almost tasted the fist myself. But what if I don't accept it? After all, I'm only a 13-year-old And you are a great bunch of Aurors, boy. Go about your business, Mr. Auror Office Chief, and may you catch more of the true 'immorals'."
Arrogant, glib, self-righteous, definitely Malfoy - Draco was pleased with himself.
Lucius was quickly transferred to a high-end single room, but Drake didn't see where the high-level place was, and the therapists here were also clumsy.Of course, he also knew that St. Mungo cannot be judged by the standard of Malfoy Manor, let alone the doctor by the standard of the Dark Lords...
Ten minutes later, Narcissa also came to St. Mungo's. The reason why she was a step behind Draco was that she was not in the manor, but participated in a Mother's Love Home rally, but the timing of her arrival was just right——Lu Hughes regained consciousness 30 seconds before she entered the door.
Draco left the ward to his parents and left the ward alone.He first went to Scrimgeour to get back the staff, and the expressions of those Aurors gnashing their teeth were very entertaining.Then he originally wanted to visit Fudge, but was blocked by the army of reporters at the door of Fudge's ward.
It seems that it was Fudge who changed Scrimgeour's mind, and the Minister of Magic is not a qualified politician. Exactly what he and his father wanted.
Drake returned to Lucius' ward without attracting anyone's attention, handed the staff back to his father, and told him about the situation outside - of course, Drake used a lot of lingo, St. The place——, the relieved Lucius fell asleep.
"Here is my father, Xiaolong, who is taking care of you." Narcissa helped her son straighten his uncluttered collar, "You can go home and have a rest, Tom is also very worried about you."
"I'll take your place tomorrow morning, Mother." Draco kissed Narcissa's cheek, but didn't insist on staying.Because he didn't know he was going to rest when he went back, and he had other arrangements.
Narcissa kissed her son back and patted him on the shoulder.
Drake will come to the manor, and besides the crown, Alston will greet him.
He properly expressed his concern for Lucius. After knowing that the platinum nobleman was fine, he gave another blessing, and finally said goodbye to Drake. Alston originally thought that the Malfoy family should be relatively "peaceful".
Drake had no brothers, no sibling wars for succession.The Malfoy family is the largest business family in the UK, and there is no one and only. Such a family should be of great importance, and should even use privileged and protected by the government—otherwise, if something happened to their family, the economic storm caused by it would not be any other individual. Even the government can afford it.
Although he had also heard of the embarrassing situation of the Malfoy family before, it was obvious that he still did not correctly understand the seriousness of the matter, whether it was for the Malfoy family or for the British wizarding world itself.However, the leaders who control this veteran power in the magic world are all too old, and it may not be enough to describe them as ignorant. If they can pry their heads, Alston has no doubt that he will see a piece of mud stained. Gray hard ancient fossils!
And the Malfoy family is now trying to change this reality. Although the means are definitely not bright, who said that reformers must be martyrs?The Malfoys seemed more willing to hold the string in their hands and use other people's flesh and blood to pave the way they needed.
They won't even be the first to walk that road, and there will be other people who will step down the thorns and traps for them. In the end, all the Malfoys need to do is sit in a comfortable room with a glass of wine and smile—— Of course, this scene is entirely Alston's subjective conjecture, and even he himself doubts whether his judgment is affected by the beauty of the Malfoys, why he has such a high evaluation of these people...
But of course, this is the business of other people, other countries.Although the following "drama" must be attractive, and there is a beauty who really makes him tempted, but the matter has evolved to the point of bloody conflict, Alston does not want to risk his life just to watch the excitement, even if it is just It hurts too.
He chose to leave very wisely, anyway, as long as the Malfoys are successful, he can come back again.
"This is a happy holiday, I only have some regrets..." Alston looked at the door of the potion making room. He had never been there. Although the wizarding families in the United States have lost many traditions, there are still some places that cannot Enter casually.So the ring, who originally liked to stay in the potion making room, now eats, clothes and lives in it 24 hours a day unless there is an order.
"Give up?" Draco smiled.
"No, how is that possible? I'll be back. And, Draco, if you need to..."
Although he didn't finish speaking, Draco understood: "Thanks, Al. I will speak up if necessary."
Alston raised his eyebrows, but he understood that when it really came to Draco to ask for help, it was probably the moment of life and death for the Malfoy family.
When Draco woke up the next morning, Alston was no longer at the manor.He had already left alone earlier.Although when he was here, Draco always restrained himself in the manor to avoid some things being discovered, but when he really left, Draco couldn't help but feel a little gloomy.
"I'm watching, Mr. Malfoy." At the breakfast table, Crown spoke to Draco for the first time in these days.
"I'm honored by your attention, Tom." Draco sipped his porridge without even glancing at the diadem.
Crown hesitated to throw the knife and fork away, but felt it would be petty of him to do so.At this time, Drake's hand suddenly fell on his face, even though his movements were gentle, he was still startled by Coronet, and he dodged backwards, but Drake did not let him go.He touched his forehead, cheek, pinched his ear, rubbed his earlobe...
Damn it!Crown cursed inwardly, only he and Draco knew that the earlobe was his sensitive point.When they were in bed, every time Draco kissed his earlobe, his emotions would rise to another level, even explode immediately.
And now, although "just" rubbing his earlobe, but Draco knows what kind of strength and what angle is his favorite.
"We haven't reconciled yet." Guan Guan tried to make his voice sound normal, but Draco's feet also moved closer. Under the table, he first kicked him tentatively with his toes, and then his whole calf moved closer. Rubbed against his calf, and their knees touched.And Draco's other hand also disappeared under the tablecloth, stroking his leg, first outside, then slowly, sliding inward...
"No!" Guan Guan stood up suddenly, his legs knocked on the dining table, and the chair fell to the ground with a "bang".The thing about men and beasts is that whether you want it or not, as long as your "opponent" is skilled enough, he can make you want it.He could feel that he was already half-hard, and even the thing was touched when he got up, but fortunately it was not heavy, otherwise even the crown would have shrunk to the ground at this moment.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to shut you up with this." Draco sighed, covering his face with his hands, and then put them down again, looking tired. "I'm tired." Draco said so himself, " And I'm... confused, even scared."
Crown conjectures that he probably refers to what he has done and what he will do. Normally, these things will indeed cause a huge pressure on a 13-year-old boy, but can Draco Malfoy be described as normal?
He didn't know if he was acting now, or if it was real.Still, if he was always looking at Draco with suspicion, was there any need for them to bond?
The family should trust.Coronet remembered the Malfoy mistress's reply recently when he asked Narcissa what she would do when Lucius kept something from him.Crown walked over and held out his hand to Draco, and at the same time his heart was beating hard, even faster than when he had confessed to Draco.And at that time it was because of excitement, but now it is because of fear.
He put his hands on Draco's cheeks, and he didn't want to admit that he was shaking, which was probably why being in love and being married were two different things, especially when the guy he liked was a known liar.
Draco didn't look up at him, but hugged his waist and rested his head on his belly.Crown felt much calmer, and he blushed a little at the same time, because Draco should be able to hear the little thing moving in his stomach.But Draco didn't move much, he just stood there until his legs started to hurt.Draco stood up and gave him a kiss.
"Thank you, I love you." Draco's smiling face was so beautiful that the crown was instantly dizzy.
"Well, I don't want Dumbledore's beard anymore, just give Arthur Weasley a good beating if you have a chance." It never occurred to him that the word soft-hearted would be used on himself one day .
So Draco leaned in again and gave him a second kiss, just lips touching, so soft and fragrant that Diorama almost thought he was kissing flower petals.But this extremely gentle touch ignited an unexpected fire, Guan Guan felt a burst of white light before his eyes, and then his legs went limp.
When the white light faded and he regained consciousness gasping for breath, he found himself sitting on the big dining table in Malfoy's house, leaning against Draco who was still on the ground, and the feel of his pants...
Crown really wanted to dig a hole and bury herself!Who would have thought that it was just a light touch of lips that was not even the slightest bit of passion, but he would...
"I love you." Draco still whispered in his ear, soft voice, full of love.At the same time slowly put him down on the table.Guan Guan groaned and stretched out his body, it seemed that he was having breakfast today.