Perhaps sensing the unusual atmosphere, Lucius suddenly swept his light gray eyes back to the table.

There was more than one person at the table, not just his wife!

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

"Draco?"

He whispered his son's name in shock.

When Lucius saw the boy sitting across from Narcissa, he was incredibly sure that his son was back now!

"Dad, I'm sorry, I didn't come back until now, leaving you and Mommy worried. Malfoy stood up, then looked up and said apologetically.

The eyes of father and son met for a moment.

But he didn't show the ecstasy he imagined for the first time, but clenched his silver snake-headed cane.

As the head of the family, no matter how excited you are, you can't be too intense and can't be happy.

He had just returned from Dumbledore's funeral, and for some reason, instead of using the direct access to the fireplace at home, he had come full circle and rushed back from the nearest internet outside, so he seemed a little dusty.

"It's good, it's good, it's good to come back, it's good if people are okay. Even though he had tried his best to calm himself down, his excitement still could not be calmed down, he nodded his head twice in a row, and his words were a little unsmooth, and his breathing, which had just calmed down from the journey, gasped again.

He gathered his thoughts and tried to keep himself in check.

"When did you come back?" he asked, as calmly as he could, straightening the corners of his clothes, but his swift footsteps betrayed his current state of mind.

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

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

"Let Draco eat first, and I'll ask those questions later. Narcissa said angrily, and at once blocked his question.

Lucius froze, but then smiled reassuringly.

He knew that his wife would love her son well.

There is no rush to ask, anyway, his son is back now, and those questions can be asked slowly.

"Well, let's eat first, it just so happens that I'm hungry too, and I'm late when I go to Hogwarts, so I'll have to stay outside. He laughs, and the wrinkles on his face seem to have smoothed out a lot.

He pulled a chair from under the table and sat down with Malfoy, but never took his eyes off his son.

I have to say that even in Dobby's absence, the meal was quite hearty.

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

"Oh, Mom, I really don't have much of an appetite. That's all Malfoy can explain, because he's telling the truth.

When I was in a fishing village in Germany, there was a time when I had no choice but to eat fish for a long time, and when I was adventuring in the wild, I would hunt and eat some fresh food, but I didn't have a chance, without exception, I would eat canned meat in an unmarked stretch package.

It made him miss fresh fruits and vegetables inexplicably.

Compared to game, edible plants that grow naturally in the wild are not as tasty.

It's just that, in terms of eating conditions, Malfoy's level hasn't dropped much these days, but the sense of urgency brought by pressure is completely different from the past.

After a while, the meal was over.

He took out a tissue and wiped his mouth, and Malfoy only then felt a little like he had returned to the civilized world, as if he were in a different world.

The series of emergencies not long ago made him completely unable to calm down, and when he came back to his senses, he really realized that he had gone home.

Inexplicably relieved.

It was only very soon that Lucius's questions came one after another.

"Where have you been all these days?"

"Why don't you come home, Dad will solve all the difficulties for you. ”

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

"Ask slowly! Draco will tell you! I haven't been caught by the Aurors yet, but you're going to be a prisoner first. Narcissa said angrily.

Lucius could only show a bitter smile on his face.

Malfoy then coped with many of his parents' questions and answered some of their confusion.

Narcissa took it all and nodded, but Lucius's gaze was not so gullible, and he looked at his child with concern and concern.

As the father of his son, the helmsman of the Malfoy family, a master of power tricks, it is difficult to be persuaded without good reason, he only trusts his own judgment.

The brow has been locked, but in a short time, I can't analyze anything.

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

Malfoy's gaze was to the side, silent and thoughtful, he could guess that Voldemort still had this place as his base.

Malfoy's Manor covers a large area, and there are many secret passages similar to Hogwarts underground, which can be used to hide some new Death Eaters and further can be used as a strategic point of attack.

And Voldemort will definitely not live in the wilderness again.

How to behave in front of his eyes has become a very serious question.

What does it take to maximize that person's trust?

Malfoy fell into a state of anxiety, even after so much training, he was still a little panicked about the road ahead, for fear that one day he would accidentally lose everything.

His thoughts were about to drift away when they were pulled back by a low cry from Lucius.

"No...... The Dark Lord may be here now, and I'll have to go first. Lucius's left arm suddenly trembled, his brow furrowed subconsciously, and his gray eyes revealed subconscious fear and disgust.

Muttered.

Malfoy could sense his father's reluctance to summon the Dark Lord.

"I'll go first. He said to the two people at the table with a hurried expression, then got up, left the living room, and walked to the bedroom that had belonged to him.

That room now belonged to Voldemort and was the place he used to talk to his henchmen.

Lucius was familiar with his home, bypassing several aisles and branching out one after another, and soon found his room.

It's just that he stood stiffly outside the door, his expression fell into some hesitation, and his raised hand was raised slightly, and then put down heavily.

His son had returned, making him less inclined to turn to Voldemort for help.

But this is not a diversion of his will, a mistake that angers that man, may bring about a catastrophe.