A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts: Fanwai Malfoy

In the dark blue sky, three owl postmen with the "Daily Prophet" in their mouths stepped over the cast iron gate and flew to the majestic Malfoy Manor. The Malfoys were having breakfast.

"Dad, I want to see it too."

A five or six-year-old blond boy said expectantly. He was too short, and the armchair beneath him was too tall, and he had to lift his head to talk even when he was sitting on a stack of thick cushions.

Other things in the restaurant are not enough. For example, silver knives and forks and dinner plates are too heavy, which makes it difficult for him to eat. The others were almost finished, and he had about a third of the food on his plate.

Draco spread the newspaper on the table and showed the little boy the moving photos 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 raised his head, sniffed and said, "Mom took me to watch "The Adventures of Mick the Little Wizard". Make friends at daycare.”

The temperature in the dining room seemed to drop ten degrees, maybe Lucius' gray eyes darkened the tone of the room.

"Just had this idea," Draco said cautiously, "Go in the morning and pick it up in the afternoon. Little Scorpius can play games with other children, listen to stories, learn counting and spelling, and continue when he gets home Accept magic education."

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

"Father, don't you also have a lot of friends?" Draco said unconvinced, "It's here! This table! It has received more than a group of high-ranking government officials. Every year, you spend at least half a month preparing to be decent. A gift from him, come to visit..."

"That's different." Lucius said impatiently. Narcissa gave her husband and son a stern look, then turned to the boy and said, "Scorpius, have you finished eating?" "It's finished." "Come to grandma, little one. Haven't you been trying to sneak into the study and wreak havoc? There are portraits of quite a few family members hanging there, and some of them can talk."

"Really?" Scorpius' eyes lit up, he quickly wiped his mouth with a napkin, and wiped off the cushion, "Is there Uncle Regulus? I have heard his story, facing the darkness alone Warrior!"

Narcissa pursed her lips tightly, "Yes, it's in another room, I'll show you."

She led the little boy away, and then the restaurant fell silent. Draco and Lucius, the father and son, sat at both ends of the long table with elegant decoration and exquisite patterns, observing each other silently, as if they were engaged in some A silent contest and confrontation.

"There are guests at home in the afternoon, you stay here." Lucius said, with a few wrinkles on his pale and thin face.

"Is it a meeting to connect emotions again?"

"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. "Yes," Lucius suppressed his anger, "You are now the dean of the wizard-Muggle joint hospital, and you have a heavy responsibility. Regarding the education of little Scorpius-"

"Don't worry about it, you seem to have more important things to worry about." Draco said bluntly, "I would never let my children live in a room twelve corridors away. And I have lived from childhood to adulthood I miss that small safe house more than my manor.”

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

Lucius looked a little dazed. At that time, Selwyn was arrested by the Ministry of Magic. In order to get a pardon, he personally confessed to a list of members of the Death Eaters, including him, but then Hep publicly admitted that Lucius was He placed undercover Death Eaters in order to allow Snape, who was also a spy, to hide deeper.

His attitude softened.

"Astoria...how is her condition?"

"It's the same," Draco said immediately, "I cast healing spells on her every week or two, but it doesn't take long for it to come back, more so since Scorpius was born."

"The snakewood wand in your hand—" Lucius said with a serious face, "is the wand that every healer dreams of. It is taken from the branch of Salazar Slytherin's wand. Can't cure the blood curse?"

"The spell was so powerful that an ancestor was cursed and passed through the bloodlines of descendant family members for centuries... Manifesting to her, I have mobilized the best talents of Muggles and wizards in recent years , exhausted all kinds of methods, but it has not been completely conquered."

"I told you a long time ago to keep you away from the woman of that family!" Lucius said loudly.

"That's not what you said in the first place," Draco snapped. "You and your mother once had high hopes for her: both belong to a 28-year-old pure-blood family, and the family is also rich, but later found that she was not interested in bloodline theory at all. The incurable terminal illness did not break her, but gave her cheerfulness. , optimism, and compassion, and this is what the Malfoy family lacks... I think it is dangerous for you to still engage in small groups.”

"Enough," Lucius yelled. He stared at his son, panting, "That's a necessary rhetoric, in order to win people's hearts, not to mention that Selwyn is pressing every step of the way and has been coveting my position, I have to fight back."

"Even at the opposite side of that person?"

Draco asked sharply, "You know his attitude. As far as I know, he never took 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 was in a cold sweat, and the image of a polite young man appeared in his mind.

No, it's middle-aged. No, age doesn't seem to mean anything to him. Lucius recalled the wedding two years ago. Only a few people who were close to him received handwritten invitations. Judging from the scale of the scene, no more than one hundred invitations were distributed.

That invitation is now in the Malfoy family vault.

Unlike other people who complained - such as the small group that did not receive the invitation, made up of some pure-blood families who narrowly escaped liquidation - Lucius witnessed the smiles on the faces of the newcomers (and even a hint of shyness. Shy), he is willing to raise his hands and feet to support this wedding.

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

This attitude comes from Lucius' reflection on the fate of the family.

After experiencing the chaos brought about by Dumbledore and Voldemort twice, the Malfoy family naturally has their own tendencies. They like order, and it is best to establish a solid connection with those in power. When people cheered for the arrival of the new era, Lucius was deeply disturbed. He realized that the Hype era was not stable, and people would change, just like the former Dark Lord. After the war, Hai Pu was like a kite with nothing to worry about, flying higher and higher, and was about to disappear in the clouds. God knows when he got bored with his current life and suddenly disappeared.

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

The Malfoy family couldn't be more excited about news than this. As Ms. Burns stepped down and Kingsley came to power, Lucius' heart revived, and he carefully stretched out his tentacles, but he found that he had an extra opponent—the one who betrayed him without hesitation in the interrogation room. Selwyn, both vying for the support of the remaining pure-bloods.

"I got a piece of news," Lucius said slowly after calming down, "Mr. Haipu intends to hand over the floating island to Harry Potter."

Draco frowned.

"In my impression, Potter has been stationed on the floating island for nearly half of the time. I thought it was because his relatives and friends were basically there."

Lucius didn't speak, but almost said to himself, "If you want to take over the floating island, first, you have to agree with the concept, and second, you have to meet certain requirements. If you don't have the ability, in terms of personal strength..."

"Then don't worry." Draco said with complicated eyes.

"You have seen—" Lucius stared at Draco, then nodded, "It seems that the news is true." He pointed to the newspaper on the table, "It will probably be during the Quidditch World Cup Announcement, his birthday is at the end of July, right? He is so young, not yet thirty..."

Later that day, Draco appeared on the floating island with Narcissa and Scorpius.

Narcissa has been in the country for the past two years, and she is a little surprised to see the scene in front of her: They are standing on the high place of the floating island, surrounded by hundreds of fireplaces, but they are completely different from ordinary fireplaces, except The four corners are made of pure white stones, and the other places are empty, like stone pavilions of various sizes, with a flame burning in the air in the center of the stone pavilion. She glanced back, and the fireplace behind her was doing the same, except the flames were changing from green to red.

In the blink of an eye, two more wizards came out stepping on the flames. They made a little identification on the spot and walked towards a small white house.

"That's the registration office," Draco said. "People who come here for the first time have to explain their purpose and leave a trace of magic. There was no such rule in the past, but more and more people have settled down in recent years. Many, in order to facilitate management, new processes have to be added.”

Narcissa didn't speak, she was attracted by a row of broomsticks flying across the sky, they were all painted blue.

"It's a public broom. It's slower than ordinary broomsticks and has a height limit, but fortunately it can be used by wizards and Muggles. It has a special spell on it that can stick people's butts to it, preventing the first The person who sat down once fell." Draco said with a strange expression.

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

Narcissa glanced at Draco, who looked away expressionlessly.

They left the hearth area, then Apparated onto a street, Draco dutifully acting as a guide.

"The hospital is nearby. You and Dad used to come here often, but it has changed a lot in recent years. In a physical sense, the floating island is bigger than it was two years ago. According to Muggle standards for big cities, 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 a third of these people are wizards, and the rest are scientists who preside over various large-scale projects and family members; government staff, company employees... also includes a certain number of tourists.”

At this time, there was a deafening sound in the air, and a three-storey bus appeared across the road. "Knight bus?" Draco was noncommittal, leading the way through a grotesque collection of houses, all of which had a wizarding character to them—deliberate in their details, often violating certain laws of physics, and varied in their environments.

They passed through a low rain cloud, the hair was almost brushed with black clouds recently, but when they turned a corner, the sun was shining brightly. A majestic white building appeared in front of them. This is the Wizard-Muggle Joint Hospital, and the name is just 'Wizard-Muggle Joint Hospital' without a prefix. The symbol of the hospital is a snake staff-whether it is a Muggle society or a magical society, this symbol can be associated with 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 coiled around the outside of the floating island.

On the opposite side of the hospital there are specialty magic shops from all over the world. As the Quidditch World Cup is approaching, tourists are boarding the island one after another on giant ships. Draco sees familiar faces among a group of female relatives. Luna Lovegood is wearing very eye-catching clothes, embroidered with various patterns of magical animals, and has a strange blue brooch pinned to the collar, which looks a bit like a broken egg shell. Women and children around her screaming excitedly~IndoMTL.com~A brown-haired man trotted over with a camera...

Scamander?

The thought circled Draco's mind for a while, and then it was forgotten. They walked into the hospital, and the Muggle doctors and wizard healers along the way greeted him one after another, and Draco nodded in response. Narcissa watched all this silently with pride on her face.

He and Lucius did fund the construction of the prototype hospital, but within a few years his husband became obsessed with Game of Thrones again, so he moved back to the UK, and he could only listen to them from newspapers and family gatherings on weekdays And which stubborn diseases have been overcome recently, and which best treatment methods have been screened out. She obviously felt that she was a little behind the times.

They came to the door of the advanced ward on the fifth floor.

A woman dressed as a nurse strode over and said respectfully: "Mr. Malfoy, people from the Future World Company sent a letter saying: Another fourteen precision instruments have passed the magic test, and the accuracy is guaranteed. We need your help." We can only accept it with your own signature."

Draco quickly signed the document.

He was about to push open the door of the ward, but the assistant took out the memo as if conjuring and tore off a page, "One more thing—Mr. Potter came this morning and said he had something important to discuss, but you were not there Hospital."

"I see, I will take the initiative to contact him." Draco took the note and walked into the ward.