HP's return to innocence

"Turn on the light! Turn on the light!" Draco's voice was hoarse and trembling, but this did not prevent the crystal chandelier in the room from hearing the command to light up.

When Drake talked with the ball of light whose specific shape could not be confirmed, he really thought rationally in the direction of how to save the family.But at that time, he had indeed fallen into despair, so that subconsciously, he didn't even believe in the reality of the existence of that ball of light. What's more, he just regarded him or her as a beautiful dream he had when he was dying.

When he woke up from the dream, it was the end of his life and the moment when everything was going to shatter.

But the reality he was in now told him that it was indeed true, the last hole card left by the Malfoy family did bring him back!

Draco Malfoy looked at his bedroom—not the master bedroom of Malfoy Manor, but the room where Draco Malfoy lived as the heir and only son. He looked at his hands that had become thin and tender again, and looked at He was wearing the ridiculous pajamas with a silver flying dragon pattern on a dark blue background.

Drake originally thought that after the death of his wife and children, or even further, when his father disappeared into the violent sea, he had already turned into a cold and stiff walking corpse, but at this moment he discovered that he still had the right to cry... …

"Xiaolong, what happened?" There was a knock on the door suddenly, and mother's gentle and anxious question came from the door.

Drake, with tears on his face, was stunned for a moment, realizing that before he entered Hogwarts at the age of 11, his room had been protected by his parents' protective spell, and if he changed too much, his father and mother would wake up , even though it was likely he was just having a nightmare.

Later, he also took care of the little scorpion in the same way, but no matter how hard he learned, he still failed to protect his son in the end, and he would never be as strong as his father...

"I'm fine, Mother. It was just a nightmare!" And the father... Draco knew that his father must be standing outside his door at this moment, holding his wand, but he rarely spoke.

"That's good, but...do you need me to go in and accompany you?"

"I'm 11, Mom!" Draco yelled towards the door like a real 11-year-old, but his eyes were already blurred with tears.

Narcissa outside the door worriedly said something like "Ask the elf for a glass of milk so you can sleep more deeply", or "Be careful to cover the quilt well", and finally went back to the room to rest.

When the voices of his parents disappeared outside the door, Draco turned off the light and lay down on the bed.He was not so Malfoy, and rudely wiped his tears with the quilt, he didn't dare to go to the bathroom, because the mirror there was also a "spy" for the Malfoy couple - this was a secret he discovered after inheriting the family, at that time Only then did he know why his miraculous mother always knew so many embarrassing things about him and threatened him with it. When he was 12 years old and went home during summer vacation, she once dressed him as "the most charming little lady"...

Draco couldn't help laughing. He kept these precious memories in his heart, but he never dared to recall them easily.Because that would only make his pain worse, only now, when he's back, lying here, looking at that golden dragon scurrying around on top of the four-poster bed, definitely sure that his parents are now sleeping with him Only in this manor that the family has passed down to this day can he smile with joy.

That night, Draco originally thought he couldn't fall asleep—either because of excitement, or because of sadness, but in fact, he fell asleep very quickly, and it was a long-lost dreamless night.

In the early morning of the next day, he was even woken up by the Welsh Green Dragon's alarm clock, which spewed silvery flames towards him that were not scorching, but rather minty and refreshing.

Draco, whose sleep was disturbed, grabbed its tail, and subconsciously touched the wand with the other hand. If he touched it, he would probably rip it apart, but he didn't have a wand yet.Fortunately, it was because it was a birthday present from his father when he was four years old. It was specially made and unique in the whole world.In the original history, when the Dark Lord returned and made Malfoy Manor his base, it was destroyed by Bellatrix and her husband.

In fact, it's not just this alarm clock dragon. Looking at his room, many treasures that should be treasured—not out of monetary value—have disappeared forever.

When the dragon alarm clock started biting his fingers, Draco realized that he had sat on the bed for a full 15 minutes, staring at his room in a daze.

This is obviously a serious mistake.Draco thought to himself.

Feeling and reminiscing are the privileges of leisurely old people in peaceful times, and the Malfoy family has never had this privilege, whether in the past or now.He has indeed gone back to the past, knowing the path of history that no one knows, but because of the experience, he understands better than anyone else the difficulties that the Malfoy family will face in the future.

If he just sits here feeling, dazed and reminiscing, then what awaits him will be the only opportunity for the Malfoy family and will be wasted.

Quickly getting up and tidying himself up in the bathroom, Draco just wasted a little time in front of the mirror arranging his hair.And he and he quickly decided to change history starting with his own hair shape, even though his current hairstyle is not very suitable for letting it down-although Astoria always said that he would lose his hair because of overwork and sadness, but Drake still insists that this has a lot to do with the inferior pomade he used when he was a child!

But of course, even Potter knew that the Malfoys would never use inferior items, and that the poor pomade was just angered by the Malfoys at the time.

After taking care of himself, Delaware opened the door and began to walk towards the first floor. It was breakfast time, of course he was going to have breakfast, and his parents should also be at the dining table...

Even though last night, Draco had heard his mother's voice through the door, but at this moment, his father fell off the cliff and his mother's pale face when he left the last words appeared in front of him uncontrollably, so that he went downstairs At that moment, Draco's legs trembled a little.

"Merlin, my baby, your complexion is very bad." Walking into the restaurant, the familiar and distant scene in front of him made Draco stunned at the door for an instant.

Lucius sat on the main seat and read the newspaper, with a cup of black tea in his hand. Narcissa was also sipping tea. When she saw him coming in, Narcissa smiled at him, while Lucius let it go slightly. He lowered the newspaper and nodded to him.

But soon the smile on Narcissa's face was replaced by panic, and Lucius put down the newspaper. He didn't show consternation and worry like his wife did, but frowned slightly.

"I'm fine, Mom." Narcissa had already walked to his side as fast as she could, touching his forehead and cheek with a worried expression.Draco felt dizzy and his throat was dry.

His mother, although the most beautiful woman in the British aristocracy, is synonymous with elegance and nobility among ladies. Even Mrs. Zabini can only bow down at certain times.Long blond hair coiled high with pearl hair accessories, blue eyes like the most precious sapphires, rosy lips, fair and healthy cheeks—it was his mother now, not more than ten years later, That white-haired, frightened, pale, hopeless woman...

"I just... didn't sleep well last night."

Drake kept telling himself that he was already 37 years old, and he couldn't really become as weak as an 11-year-old young master who always clings to his parents just because he returned to his 11-year-old body.

"Draco, taking care of your body is also the duty of a nobleman. So, sit down and ask your mother and father to examine you."

A familiar aria sounded in his ears, and Drake subconsciously turned his gaze to his father. The 35-year-old platinum nobleman was sitting on a chair with his back straight, and was pointing at the chair on his left with his snake stick.His platinum-blonde hair was scattered on his shoulders softly, his slender eyebrows and slender eyes were raised arrogantly, the gray eyes were more like a pair of cold silver glass, his straight nose, the tip of the nose was small and sharp, pale Pink lips always with a sneering smile...

This is my father.Alive, healthy, aloof, proud and determined, many people also use "bastard, devil, coward, vampire" and other nonsense words to describe him, he has always protected me and loved my father .

So, at the end, the tears still welled up...

"It's the 11-year-old body that's weak, not me," Derek could only shirk responsibility in his heart.

While his tears frightened his parents, Lucius immediately stood up from his seat, together with Narcissa, pushed Draco on the chair, and began to throw dozens of Various detection spells.

"I just had a nightmare yesterday." Draco explained, blushing a little from his unstoppable tears.

"What nightmare, my little dragon?" Narcissa held her son's face nervously, Lucius snorted impatiently, but still stood by and listened quietly, neither sarcasm nor leave .

"I dreamed...my hair..." Tears finally stopped, he raised his hand, and made a gesture of shaving his forehead.

"Merlin, this is really a nightmare." Narcissa showed obvious horror on her face, and Lucius touched his long hair subconsciously, "Someone did that to you, or they fell off by themselves ?”

"They themselves."

"So you changed your hairstyle today?"

"Yes."

"My baby, don't worry. You can take a look, your father has reached this age, but his hair is still growing well on his head." Narcissa glanced back at Lucius, and his wife said The word "age" made the platinum noble feel uncomfortable for a while, but he quickly raised his chin proudly.

And looking at the bright and smooth platinum long hair, Narcissa even showed obvious jealousy-she even thought about cutting off her husband's hair to make a wig, but for the sake of their husband and wife, after careful consideration, she I still gave up, maybe I can wait for Xiaolong...

Finding that his mother, who was comforting him, suddenly had a strange expression, Draco felt a chill down his back.

In short, the Malfoys successfully comforted their son from the influence of the nightmare, and then Lucius hurried out—because he had an important meeting at the Ministry of Magic, but judging from the time he left, his lateness was already It is inevitable.

So after that, only Narcissa accompanied Draco to have breakfast, and after the breakfast, she personally sent her son to the bedroom, and asked the "overly frightened" Xiaolong to sleep for a while, and when he woke up, there would be a hairdresser waiting Downstairs, let him have a brand new hairstyle.

When Narcissa left, Draco lay on the bed, closed his eyes and said to himself, "This is the family I have regained. I love my family so much. Who can take them away from me..."