The gold-painted openwork trays, the delicate porcelain are magnificent, and the extravagant fragrance wafting in the air is coveted.

The light-blond-haired boy stood beside his father, silent and silent with his noble and elegant father, the head of the ancient pure-blood family of Lucius Malfoy.

The spacious, sunny hall of the afternoon was silent at this time, and the reluctant house-elves did not even dare to breathe, for fear that one carelessness would arouse the disgust of their masters, and then drive them away.

Master Malfoy had hoped that this strange atmosphere would end immediately, but he couldn't speak.

At least now, I can't speak.

In the empty room, there was a sudden sound of "pop".

The noble and elegant Malfoy family head and his son, the next generation of Malfoy family masters, looked at the boy who was sitting casually opposite.

Draco Malfoy, the head of the next generation of the Malfoy family, opened his mouth at this time, and was about to say something, but in the next moment, the cold gaze of the father beside him had already swept over, and forcefully interrupted the speech of the next generation of Malfoy family heads who were still immature.

Even the blazing summer heat doesn't soothe the icy atmosphere in the hall.

The boy sitting in front of the two Malfoy family heads was only eight or nine years old, but his pale blonde hair and cold and arrogant temperament all revealed his identity.

Ranko Malfoy, a member of the oldest Malfoy family.

He was the twin brother of Abraxas Malfoy, a terrible wizard who was active in the thirties and forties, and had a great battle with the terrible Dark Lord.

Everyone thought he had died under the wand of the Dark Lord, but only the head of the Malfoy family knew that the seemingly dead wizard had predicted the future and the time he would wake up.

He is undoubtedly a terrible wizard, a terrible wizard who can survive the spell of mortality, who can rejuvenate and gain almost eternal life.

Lucius Malfoy lowered his eyes slightly, hiding the emotion in his eyes, which was still shocking even to this day.

This elder of the Malfoy family, whom he has never met, has both advantages and shackles for him as the head of the family, and how to plan to bring more benefits to the family is the dilemma and challenge he is currently facing as the head of the family.

"I've only seen his name in the family genealogy."

After learning that this "grandfather" was still alive in the world, he was still standing in front of them, even so young and ...... When he was not yet older, Draco Malfoy, like his father, despite the outward appearance of "I know everything, I know everything", was still a myriad of strange villains screaming "it" in frenzy.

But it's a living myth, one of the terrible secrets hidden by the Malfoy family.

Although Master Malfoy has a lot of curiosity in his heart, he is more afraid and awe of Ranko Malfoy.

"He must be a powerful dark wizard, a more powerful dark wizard than Dumbledore and Albus Dumbledore!"

Due to the description of some strange books, Young Master Malfoy stared at Ranko Malfoy in front of him, obviously a little distracted.

"Ahem."

Lucius couldn't help coughing twice when he noticed that his son was distracted.

Young Master Malfoy only came back to his senses at this time, and he had been staring at this "grandfather" for so long?!

"Looks like I've been asleep long enough."

But fortunately, the other party obviously didn't care about Young Master Malfoy's undignified behavior.

The low voice came from the childlike mouth, and the sense of dislocation made people feel that it was quite a disconnect from reality.

"Yes...... Uncle. ”

In order to overcome the strange sense of separation, the Malfoy family master endured the strangeness and spoke slowly.

Ranko turned his gaze back from Master Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, and for a moment he didn't know what to do with these people who were obviously his juniors, but he didn't want to admit it at all.

God knows how many goosebumps he had grown on his body when he finished reading these absurd handwritten histories of magic in England.

He, Ranko Malfoy, a food-drinker-savvy time-traveler, when did he fight Grindelwald? And "although he died at the hands of the Dark Lord in the end, for his magical skills and contribution to the peace and prosperity of the wizarding world, we will award him the Order of the First Class of the Order of Merlin"??

Little brother, you're afraid you're not going to laugh at me.

"How many years have it been?" He closed the book in his hand, picked up the teacup on the superb coffee table next to him, and took a sip of the tea in it, calming the slightly dry feeling in his throat a little.

"In 1991, uncle, this coincides with the prophecy you left behind, so I will go to the dark room where the portraits of the past generations of families are placed to wake you up."

Lucius elaborated without humility or arrogance.

"It's already 1991, ah......"

Ranko whispered, and finally looked at the pale blonde haired boy beside Lucius, and said with a smile:

"Aren't you going to introduce me to me, this should be the next head of our Malfoy family,"

Lucius pursed his lips slightly, and Draco was about to introduce himself when his father interrupted him.

"No, uncle."

Just as Draco's face was full of question marks and Ranko's slightly playful gaze, Lucius lowered his head and said:

"My father, Abraxas Malfoy, made a will, and it stated a little bit in the will." He paused, not knowing whether he was thinking or thinking about something, and after a few seconds he continued:

"If Ranko Malfoy, my brother, can awaken from his slumber, then pass on the title of head of the family to him immediately, and he will lead us and lead the Malfoy family to a new, glorious future."

For the pure-blooded family, the ancient Divine Twenty-Eight Pure-Blood Family, family honor and family interests are supreme existence.

Mastering a family, mastering a family that doesn't know how much heritage and history has been accumulated, is an irresistible temptation for anyone.

Draco looked at his father in shock, although the personable head of the family was still calm at this time, the scepter in his hand that he subconsciously clenched could still reflect the tension in his heart.

The Malfoy family owner was taking a gamble, or rather, he had figured out something from the family's history, something that would work for him.

"My brother always can't wait to have sweet dreams that can't be achieved at night."

Ranko's chuckle reached the ears of the two Malfoys, and this chuckle proved that Lucius was right, and the "uncle" didn't care much about the status of the head of the family.

But then, Ranko Malfoy added: "He thought that he could use the position of the patriarch of the family to write off the two million gold galleons he borrowed from me?" ”

Dreaming about him?

And our Malfoy family master, one second immersed in the joy of his right bet, the next second suddenly felt dizzy, for the first time he had the idea of throwing away the position of the head of the family.