Chapter 817
Chapter 817 Fanwai – Malfoy Fanwai!!
Draco knew from a young age that he was different.
Yes, he is the little prince of this family, and he is different from those other creatures.
He can play indulgently and can make any of his demands.
Everything he wanted, someone would be in his room the next day.
Draco loved it.
Of course, he prefers small animals.
Inside Malfoy’s estate, there were many white peacocks, which were beautiful and cute, but Draco wanted more.
He wants bunnies, puppies, kittens… He has all these little animals.
Every day he can hold his little white rabbit and his little flower cat in the manor, walking around like a mountain king.
He thought he could live happily like this forever.
But on my fifth birthday, everything changed.
Dad asked him to take his favorite little animal into the study.
He went with his little white rabbit.
Little Draco, cute little white rabbit, every time Draco walked out, he could hear the praise of others.
He was proud of it, proud of it.
Even he likes his mother to hold him in her arms, a little baby, a little obedient.
All this is what he is happy about.
Every time Dad heard that kind of compliment, he would smile and not agree or object.
He sometimes thinks his father is weird, but he loves him.
Dad asked him to take the little rabbit with him, and he went obediently.
It’s just that he didn’t expect this result.
Dad asked him to put Xiao Bai on the table and said to him with a smile: “Draco, you are already five years old, you should know that a family like ours can’t just eat, drink and have fun, you should also know something.” ”
Little Draco didn’t quite understand.
But Dad forced him to understand.
He looked at the little white rabbit on the table with a smile, picked it up and looked at Draco and said, “Our first lesson today is the three unforgivable curses of the wizarding world, as my son, you don’t really have to understand, but you have to know something.”
What’s more, what I want you to learn in this lesson is cold-blooded, yes, Draco, Malfoy’s heir, how can he be a child who is delayed by these fluffy little animals? ”
Little Draco looked at his father blankly.
He still didn’t quite understand.
Why can’t he like Xiaobai? How cute they are!
“yes, it’s cute!”
Lucius looked at him, then placed Shiro on the table, and he pulled out his wand.
Draco subconsciously felt that something was wrong, and he held his father’s hand.
“No, don’t!”
He didn’t know what not to want, but he knew very well that Daddy’s wand was not a good thing, and it would make the house-elves in the manor feel particularly scared.
But Lucius pulled him away.
Then Lucius pointed his wand at the little white rabbit and shouted, “Drill the heart and cut the bone!” ”
Xiao Bai shrieked.
Screamed miserably.
Draco cried hoarsely.
He wanted his father to release Xiaobai, but he didn’t.
He almost fainted in tears, and Dad didn’t let go of his wand.
Xiao Bai finally died.
It was tortured for hours by the Drill Heart Curse.
It died.
It itself bit itself with blood everywhere.
Blood and tears were clouded together, and Draco understood that those who were tortured by the Drill Heart Curse would never come back.
And he can no longer have Xiaobai.
When he returned, he had a fever for several days.
When confused, he heard his parents arguing.
Mom was angry that Dad was too aggressive.
Dad told Mom that Malfoy family tradition was like that.
The glory of the Malfoy family made it necessary for them to be cold-blooded from an early age.
They can love, but they must not love deeply.
Draco still didn’t understand a little at this time, but the lessons again and again finally made him understand that before there is no strength, it should not be good for anything.
Because he can’t protect it.
Those who can’t protect will leave, so it’s better not to love from the beginning.
At the age of seven, he and Goyle were playing in the garden, and he talked to them about the glory of pureblood.
He knew that his mother was not far from him, and he knew that she just wanted him to be more simple.
But……
He was fed up hearing his mother call him Baby Draco.
This title is really weak.
He’s not the baby who keeps his mother in his heart, isn’t he? Mom was indeed a little cold to him as he wished.
She didn’t call him baby Draco again, just Draco.
But why is the heart so indisputable?
He cried all night in his bedroom, for his once foolish past.
At the age of ten, he received an acceptance letter from Hogwarts.
Dad actually wanted him to go to Durmstrang, after all, Dad and Dumbledore didn’t deal with it.
But Mom did her best, and she wouldn’t let me go.
Actually, I don’t really want to go.
I heard that all the black magic used there! But black magic…
I think of the Drill Heart Curse every time.
Think of Xiaobai who died between tears and blood.
Dad didn’t push me too hard.
He just told me that if I insisted on going to Hogwarts, then try to befriend Harry Potter.
Harry Potter! The guy who defeated the mysterious man in the books?
I didn’t really want to befriend him.
As the eldest young master of the Malfoy family, why should I befriend a boy whose mother is said to be a Mudblood?
Dad told me: don’t fawn, just be able to say a few words.
I compromised.
After all, I am the heir to the Malfoy family.
O heir!
Before school started, I got permission to go shopping in Diagon Alley.
At Mrs. Morkin’s robe shop, I stood on top of a stool and was measured by that ruler.
I complained about Mrs. Morkin’s clumsiness.
In fact, I remember that a few years ago, Mrs. Morkin also praised me for being cute.
Say I won’t be like my dad!
Now they should say behind my back that I am worthy of being the son of a little Death Eater, right? I thought messily.
Then I saw a boy with black hair and green eyes come in.
“Hey, you went to Frost Gwarts too?”
I looked at him with disgust.
The clothes on his body were tattered, a bit like Hanako.
He must have been a Mudblood from the Muggle world.
I don’t usually say hello to this kind of person.
But I am in a bad mood today and despise him.
“My dad was next door helping me buy books, my mom… And then I’m going to drag them to see the flying broom…”
I continued, looking at the boy. The face was full of dazedness.
I sneered in my heart.
He probably doesn’t even know what a flying broom is, right?
Sure enough, after my inquiry, he really didn’t know.
After seeing his somewhat uncomfortable expression, I finally changed the subject with compassion.
“Look at that man outside!”
I knew he was the Ranger at Hogwarts, and my dad told me he could be a half-blood giant.
I wanted to share this with him.
But he was a little angry.
The words after that are all cold.
Cut.
If you don’t say it, don’t say it, when I like to talk to him the same!
