The couple stood there, a little out of place with the rest of the platform.

They just looked young, but the mature feeling of the years made Lin An react instantly-

Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Malfoy.

Draco's parents.

Among them, Lucius is about 1.8 to 1.9 meters tall, and his long light blonde hair is vertical and smooth on his shoulders, shining like satin under the illumination of the light.

His skin is very white, one can even say pale, the bridge of his nose is high, and the edges and corners have the sharpness of a mature man.

Holding a snake-headed cane in his hand, the hideous fangs flashing with a cold light.

And the emeralds inlaid in the eyes make the heavy snow diffuse with a different color.

He stood there in a black cloak, his gold clasp tightly clasped to his throat, and he inexplicably had a strong religious aura.

Beside him, Narcissa, with her delicate golden curly hair, stood similarly, wearing a decorative top hat diagonally, on which the delicate and intricate lace beads shimmered with a warm brilliance.

The sky blue eyes looked at the train carriage, and then there was a touching brilliance.

Subconsciously, Lin An turned his head and found that Draco was also looking there in surprise:

"Mommy, Mommy!"

He rushed out of the carriage, paused when he walked to Lin An's side, and then said to her solemnly:

"Happy holidays. We look forward to hearing from you."

Lin An suddenly realized—Draco seemed to have grown a little taller.

She smiled back, "You too."

In the distance, Lucius Malfoy's eyes quietly moved away from Lin An's body, and then looked intently at his son.

Draco's more poised gesture exuded approval, "Draco, you've grown up."

Subconsciously, Draco turned around, only to see the back of the girl in the distance leaving the station as firm and fast as usual, and then entered through the wall and disappeared without a trace.

"Is that what you wrote about, best friend? A Muggle?"

Lucius's voice had an icy tone in it, and Malfoy only accepted purebloods.

But......

Draco turned his head, gray-blue eyes staring at him, and said earnestly, "It's the best. It doesn't matter what her origins are."

Lucius didn't speak again.

Draco grew up playing alone in the manor, and the shadow of the Dark Lord made them overly cautious and careful. Enter Hogwarts and make a few friends, which is exactly what the couple would love to see.

- Even if the other party's blood is ......

He smiled slightly, and there was a rare warmth in his eyes:

"You have a good eye."

After all, the way the other party had just bowed to him was more aristocratic than the pure-bloods in Weslai's house.

It's just that......

He couldn't help but think of someone......

The cold wind howled, and the blizzard carried the smoke of the train upward, and Narcissa quickly waved her wand and erected a magical barrier next to her.

Then he took off his gloves in distress and rubbed his cold cheeks against Draco, "Poor Draco, he must have suffered at school. Let's go home."

……

The 9 and 3/4 platforms are full of snowstorms, and there is no panic outside the platform.

Lin An was wearing thin clothes (she really didn't have any extra money), and she superimposed several warm spells on herself, and then walked out with confidence.

The snowstorm at the entrance of the station has covered people's eyes so much that they can't open their eyes, and the low visibility is scary, so naturally you don't have to think about any cars.

She sighed and shook her fingertips silently in the bad weather:

"Show me the way."

A dark green glow burst from her fingertips, flashing through the air with an arrow that only she could see.

Lin An followed the arrow forward.

Destination – the nearest hotel.