Chapter 746

This is an empty room on the top floor of Malfoy Manor.

As the furniture inside was removed from the warehouse according to Maka's requirements in advance, it seems somewhat empty at present.

Once there is a comparison, people's sense of space will be suddenly amplified. For example, at the moment, without all kinds of sofas, tables, chairs and wardrobe, this not small room is becoming more and more wasteful.

However, it is such a big room that can be called "open and stretch", but the air inside seems to be frighteningly viscous. Just standing still, Lucius felt suffocating.

No, of course, it was not because there was not enough oxygen in the room, but because the son in front of him, Draco Malfoy, opened his mouth and asked him to die.

It's impossible for Maka to fully understand what it's like to be scolded by her children.

Neither the self in memory nor the present self has had children. Therefore, he may be able to guess by virtue of human nature, but he can't assert that he will understand.

The so-called "I sympathize with your experience" is often just a kind of arrogance belonging to onlookers.

Marca's eyes remained on Draco. He could see that the other party did not stop the mean but realistic scolding.

At this time, what Draco said in front of him is not a lie. Although what he said was really ugly, it was a sharp and flesh accusation of Lucius's past actions.

Draco's character may have changed a lot, but he is still Draco, the only son of Lucius and Narcissa.

As Marca looked at him, the light from the corner of her eye flashed slightly over Lucius. He found that Lucius's hands were clenched, but in the face of his son's sarcasm and abuse, he was just tongue tied and speechless.

His hands with fists hanging on his side trembled helplessly.

"... Lucius Malfoy, my good father! Do you know where mother is now? If I can, I'd like to see her now..."

After a moment of disdain and scolding, Draco's tone suddenly changed again, and even his expression became much softer.

Unfortunately, the contempt contained in his eyes could not be erased at all.

"De, Draco..."

As soon as he heard his son suddenly mention Narcissa, Lucius's gloomy eyes returned to a little look. He would have seen something in Draco's eyes at ordinary times, but he had no time for him first.

"Yes, I was not competent before. I didn't be a good father... But, ah, Draco... In the next days, I will try to set an example for you!"

"Yes, I will... I will try my best to make our Malfoy family stand up again, so that when you take over the family affairs, you can more easily..."

Lucius had obviously put aside Marca's previous instructions.

At this moment, he just wanted to tell his son in his own words that his father would abandon everything in the past and redouble his efforts in a more correct direction.

In fact, everyone has been a child, and many people understand that children often yearn for the recognition of their parents. But the reverse is sometimes the same.

Lucius is now extremely looking forward to his son's approval. This is undoubtedly the most precious "treasure" that he has lost a lot of things.

It's just

"Dear father -" Draco was obviously unmoved by his father's heartfelt words. "Are you really old? If you don't hear my question clearly, I'll say it again --"

At this point, he took a sudden breath, and then suddenly shouted, "Lucius Malfoy! I'm asking you, where is my mother now!!!"

Lucius was probably startled by Draco's roar. He couldn't help but subconsciously stepped back and closed his mouth, which seemed to want to say something.

After a short pause, he said quietly, "your mother... Went to Macmillan's house this morning and had lunch there later... She will come back..."

"Look!" Draco chuckled again, as if he was not the one who had just shouted. "Look, my father! You can only shrink at home and dare not go anywhere now - what are you talking about 'getting the Malfoy family back up'? What are you talking about 'setting an example for me'?"

Just then, he shook his head casually, disdained his face and said, "do you want me to learn from you sitting at home drinking tea and watching the scenery? Or shrinking in bed at night? Hum... Are you kidding?"

Suddenly, Draco turned his face to Marca again, and his words seemed more excited.

"Father, I used to look down on Muggle born wizards as much as you do. I think they are not as good as turning over the dirt in the corner of the alley," he said. "But now when I look back, I find that idea ridiculous!"

"Does pure blood mean nobility? Does surname mean nobility? No, only their own strength is qualified to be called nobility!"

At last, Draco looked at Marca's direction and said directly, "McClane, you are really good. But unfortunately, you seem helpless to me... In that case, why don't you just let me go? At least I haven't been against you from beginning to end, have I?"

"I think if you are smart, you should understand - all I want is power and power. For monsters like you, I don't even want to see you."

"I promise, as long as you let me leave, I will never affect your life in the future. I do what I like to do, and you do what you like to do. Isn't that good?"

When he said so, his meaning was very clear.

In fact, it is true that the life they expect is different, but they are irrelevant to each other.

Just like the original greenward and Dumbledore, the former could not touch the English magic world where Hogwarts is located in the end, and the two sides have been at peace for decades.

If Dumbledore didn't take the initiative to find trouble, the current global magic world would be another pattern.

"Draco -"

"I said, shut up! My useless father!" when Lucius couldn't help calling again, Draco immediately cut him off mercilessly.

After that, he looked at Maka again.

However, Marca didn't seem to hear Draco's words at all. She just looked straight into his eyes without expression.

This made Draco quickly look away from Maka.

Snape, who was next to Marca, glanced back and forth between the two, and a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

"Draco, what are you afraid of?"

This sentence came from Snape, who remained silent most of the time. He spoke so suddenly that Lucius, still immersed in endless loss, unconsciously looked over, let alone Draco, the questioner.

"What are you afraid of?"

Seeing that Draco's expression was slightly stagnant and the frivolous color on his face seemed to solidify a little, Snape immediately repeated the question just now.

Just now it was a question sentence, but now it directly carries the meaning of affirmation.

"Hum... Hum..."

Draco suddenly sneered twice in a row. The first one was more or less stiff, but the second one picked up the lightness in the tone again. It was just the frivolity in his expression, but now it slowly disappeared.

"What am I afraid of?" Draco asked, closely following.

Snape did not respond to his words, but continued to be silent after looking at Maka.

For a moment, the room seemed to have been silenced, and all the voices were silent.

Obviously, Snape's words stabbed Draco's heart very accurately. It was only a moment's difference that was enough to make the three people present notice.

Especially Lucius, after being attracted by Snape's words, his mind finally pulled out of the trough.

Perhaps Draco also understood this, so he didn't try to deny it, but forced himself to return to a calm state.

Nevertheless, his face, which became more and more tense with the passage of time, undoubtedly told everyone that Draco Malfoy's heart could not put aside some rising anxiety and tension.

"My son..."

Lucius was the father after all. When he saw that his son had a vague tendency to show weakness, the things he had been scolded by the other party suddenly became less important.

"Father..." Draco was stunned. He suddenly turned his head and looked at Lucius. "Father! Let me go! Find a way to let me go - I'm your son, you must help me! Father!"

"This..."

Lucius hurried to see Marca, his eyes full of confusion.

He raised his son from childhood to such an age. Although he knew that his son had a vision for himself, this was the first time he saw the other party plead with him.

At that moment, Lucius became at a loss.

"Mr. McLean... This..."

Marca knows that Lucius is probably at a loss now. He doesn't know what he should do.

But just then, Maka seemed to notice something and turned her head slightly. Then, after waking up Draco, he basically didn't say a few words, and finally spoke again.

"Mr. Malfoy," said Marca, gently pestling the floor with her wand. "In short, go downstairs and bring your wife up first!"