Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 362: Lucius’s hesitation

Perhaps noticing the unusual atmosphere, Lucius suddenly swept his light gray eyes towards the dining table.

There is more than one person on the table, not just his wife!

Even if there are some changes, the general outline will not change, and there is still the standard light blonde hair.

"Draco?"

He whispered his son's name in shock.

After Lucius saw the boy sitting across from Narcissa, he was extremely convinced that his son was back now!

"Dad, I'm sorry, I didn't come back until now to worry you and Mom." Malfoy stood up, then raised his head and said apologetically.

Father and son's eyes met at this moment.

But for the first time, he didn't show the ecstasy he imagined, instead he squeezed his silver snakehead cane.

As the head of the family, no matter how excited he is, he can't act too fiercely or be overjoyed.

He just returned from Dumbledore’s funeral at this time. For some reason, instead of using the direct-to-home fireplace Floo fan network, he went in a circle and rushed back from the nearest Internet outside. It looks a little bit dusty.

"Very good, very good, just come back, and people are fine." Even though he has tried his best to calm himself down, the excitement still can't calm down. After nodding his head twice, the speech is not smooth. , The breath that had just calmed down because of the journey was breathing again.

He sorted his thoughts and tried to keep himself in a self-sufficient mood.

"When did you come back?" He asked as calmly as possible, tidying up his clothes, but his quick pace still exposed his current state of mind.

Lucius then quickly walked to the dining table, hugged his son, and patted him on the back.

"It's been less than half an hour." Malfoy replied.

"Let Draco eat first. These questions will be asked later." Narcissa said irritably, and blocked his question all at once.

Lucius' expression froze, but then he smiled with relief.

He knew that his wife would love her son well.

The inquiry is not in a rush, anyway, his son is back now, those questions can be asked slowly.

"Well, let’s eat first. I happen to be hungry too. I was too late when I went to Hogwarts, so I could only stay outside." He smiled and said, the wrinkles on his face seemed to be smoothed. A lot.

He pulled out a chair from under the table and sat down with Malfoy, but he never looked away from his son.

I have to say that even if Dobby is not there, the meal is quite hearty.

"Draco, why don't you eat meat?" Narcissa watched Malfoy frequently picking some lettuce, with a distressed expression on her face, trying to push the plate in front of her.

"Oh, Mom, I really don't have any appetite." Malfoy can only explain that, because he is also telling the truth.

When I was in a German fishing village, there was a period of time when I had no choice but to eat fish for a long time. When I had an adventure in the wild, I would hunt and eat some fresh food when I had the opportunity. Canned meat in a non-marking stretch package.

It made him miss fresh fruits and vegetables inexplicably.

Compared with game, edible plants that grow naturally in the wild are not so delicious.

It's just that, in terms of dietary conditions, Malfoy's level has not dropped too much these days, but the sense of urgency caused by pressure is completely different from the past.

After a while, the meal is over.

Take out a tissue and wipe his mouth. Only then did Malfoy feel a bit of returning to the civilized world, as if he had passed away.

The series of emergencies not long ago made him totally uneasy. At this time, he recovered and realized that he had gone home.

Inexplicably relieved.

Only soon, Lucius’s questions were thrown over one after another.

"Where have you been these days?"

"Why don't you go home, dad will solve all difficulties for you."

"Why come back now, you know Dumbledore is dead?"

"Slowly ask! Draco will tell you! I haven't been caught by the Auror yet, but you were treated as a criminal first." Narcissa said angrily.

Only a bitter smile appeared on Lucius's face.

Afterwards, Malfoy dealt with many questions from his parents and answered some of their puzzles.

Narcissa took the order and nodded repeatedly, but Lucius looked less credulous, scrutinizing and concerned about his child.

As the father of his son, the helm of the Malfoy family, and a master of power manipulation, it is difficult to be persuaded without sufficient reason. He only trusts his own judgment.

My brows kept frowning, but for a short period of time, I couldn't analyze anything.

"The Dark Lord may be back today." Lucius said abruptly at this time.

Malfoy looked to the side and fell into silence and thinking. He could guess that Voldemort still uses this as his base~IndoMTL.com~The area of ​​Malfoy Manor is vast, and there are many similarities underground. Hogwarts' secret path, taking a step back, can hide some newly added Death Eaters, and further, it can also be used as a strategic offensive point.

And Voldemort, certainly will never live in the wilderness again.

How should I behave in front of his eyes? This has become a very serious question.

How can we maximize the trust of that person?

Malfoy was in a state of anxiety. Even after so long of tempering, he was still a little panicked about the road ahead, for fear that he would lose if he accidentally fills the game any day.

When his thoughts were about to drift away, Lucius murmured and pulled them back.

"No...The Dark Lord may be here now, I have to take a step first." Lucius's left arm trembled suddenly, and his brows were subconsciously frowned, among the gray eyes. Exuding subconscious fear and disgust.

Muttered.

Malfoy could feel his father's reluctance to call the Dark Lord.

"I'm leaving first." He said hurriedly to the two people at the table, then got up, left the living room, and walked to his bedroom.

That room is now owned by Voldemort, and it is also the place he used to talk to his henchmen.

For his own home, Lucius was familiar with the road, bypassing several walkways, passing through branches, and quickly found the room that belonged to him.

It's just that he stood stiffly outside the door, his expression lost in some hesitation, his raised hand was gently raised, and then he put it down heavily.

His son's return made him not want to continue asking Voldemort for help.

But this is not based on his will. A mistake that angers the man may bring disaster to the top.