Malfoy shook the map in his hand and unfolded it again.

On the yellowed parchment was a map of Hogwarts, and there was still no one near the bathroom on the second floor of the castle.

"If you want to go, now is a good time. Malfoy said, looking at the map of the living spots.

An indescribable bitterness immediately appeared on Pansy's face, and a dull pain began to creep in her heart.

She immediately regretted why she had done this.

Why become sensible.

"Then if you don't come back, I should still be able to see you, right? Pansy asked nervously, still thinking that she might have been missing too much and hallucinating.

Dreams can wake up at any time.

"There's going to be a chance, don't worry. Malfoy relieved.

But in fact, he doesn't know when the next meeting will be.

This return, perhaps, for a long time, will have to try hard to gain more of Voldemort's trust.

He needs to find an opportunity to finish Nagini out.

"Alright then, goodbye! Pansy took a deep breath and said decisively, deciding to leave without looking back, so that she wouldn't really hesitate.

"Wait. Malfoy stopped her, making Pansy a little excited.

But it didn't really stop her.

Only then he called out again: "Dobby!"

A house-elf, dressed in a pitch-black tuxedo, appeared in front of him.

"Master Draco, you're back, the master and the lady will be delighted. ”

Malfoy didn't answer, he leaned down and whispered something in Dobby's massive right ear.

Dobby trembled and said excitedly, "Dobby promises to complete the task!"

Keeping up with Pansy, the girl reluctantly glanced back at him, and then stepped into the cabinet door again.

I don't know when the two will meet again.

Malfoy also removed the lock from the iron door and stepped up the stairs to return to the surface for the next move.

In an inconspicuous room in Malfoy's Manor, a beautiful blonde woman sat at the dresser, looking haggard, looking at the bronze mirror in front of her, but she didn't make the slightest gesture to make up.

This woman was just in a daze, killing this unbearable time.

Suddenly, she heard the creak of a wooden door being pushed.

But it didn't follow

"Why did you come back so early today?Did the Dark Lord get you done?Is there any news of Draco?" she said without looking up.

She thought it was her husband who had returned, and asked casually.

The long wait gave her enough patience.

"Mommy?" called Malfoy in the doorway, his voice changing slightly, but Narcissa could hear it all at once.

"Draco?"

She raised her head in a panic, her eyes instantly filled with a look of surprise that symbolized surprise, and then she hurriedly got up and rushed towards the door, not minding that her leg accidentally kicked the coffee table next to her foot and almost tripped over.

Then rushed to her child's side.

There was a glint of tears in her eyes, and then tears quickly flowed down her face.

Hold your child in your arms.

The haggard and godless appearance was finally relieved, and the brows were furrowed.

"Draco, you're finally back. Her wrists tightened her grip around her child.

"Isn't that nice with me, Mom?" said Malfoy, who was a little overwhelmed by his mother's reaction.

But he also knew that he couldn't push away with certainty.

He also felt quite guilty at this time.

In any case, it has worried them for too long.

But he can't have any contact with this side, even the frequency of communication with Dumbledore through the two-way mirror is very restrained to avoid leaking secrets.

"I'm not dreaming, am I?Draco?" Narcissa cupped Malfoy's cheek.

"No, Mom, I'm really back. He reiterated it once.

"It's good to be back, it's good to be back. Narcissa said, clutching her chest.

"Draco, you must be hungry, aren't you? Dobby!" she called to the house-elf at home.

"He shouldn't be here, I sent him out to do something. ”

"Then whatever you want to eat, Mom will make it for you. ”

Narcissa was a little speechless, her baby had returned, and it was too much surprise news for her to forget the fact that she didn't know how to cook.

After all, pampering is used to it.

"No, Mom, I've eaten. Malfoy explained.

Her emotions gradually eased, and her helplessness eased a little.

Soon, the mother and son moved into the living room, and even though Malfoy refused, a hearty meal was brought up and placed on the long table.

Most of them are ready-made.

"You didn't encounter any danger along the way, did you?"

"Nope. Malfoy told the truth that all the dangers he encountered on this outing were within his ability to solve.

"You see you've lost a lot of weight, you must have suffered a lot, it's your mother who didn't protect you. ”

"Don't worry, your dad will take care of all of this and won't let you go to jail. She turned to comfort her children.

Azkaban collapsed and was destroyed, but new prisons were also built.

Malfoy wasn't worried.

By Voldemort's side, there shouldn't be any daring Aurors.

Although he has not met the Dark Lord now, he must have gained enough trust.

Although the bitter plan to enter Azkaban was not realized, it was considered a surrender to wander and openly take hostages.

The incident of the shattering of the prophetic ball did not happen, and his father was not imprisoned, and even held a certain stake in the "Prophet Daily", which has a high right to speak.

In Voldemort's camp, the status is high.

It played a huge role.

Especially now that the Dark Lord has few effective men under his command.

The Malfoy family is valued and used.

That's what he needs.

Having a chance to get close to Voldemort means that Nagini can be exposed to his sight and find more gaps.

There was certainly no need to go back to Hogwarts.

It's just that he still needs to come forward for some necessary arrangements.

Narcissa then looked at her child in distress, and she pulled up Malfoy's cuffs, leaving a lot of scrapes on his arms.

The originally pale face now has a healthy dark color, and the corners of the mouth have a little pale cyan stubble.

"Don't worry, the Dark Lord is our backer now, and you have contributed so much to him, he will definitely help you. ”

Malfoy nodded.

"I'll have to tell your dad the news, and he'll be happy. Narcissa wiped her tears and pointed out the window

"Narcissa, Dumbledore is dead, and his funeral is ..... Draco might be able to ......." Just as Lucius's voice came from outside the door, and he pushed the door in.

The tail of the silver silk robe was placed first into the room, and then a tall, somewhat slender man stepped in and hung his hood on the pole.

"It's rare that you actually took the initiative to eat, Sissy. He said without raising his head.

After Malfoy fled from Hogwarts, his wife had not eaten on time for a long time, and was much haggard and emaciated.