That day, Draco had no idea how much he had drunk. Dobby brought him, thoroughly drunk, to a cabin in the woods on the same level as Cabin.
Draco simply moved in.
The three-story old house beside King's Cross Station was just as empty, anyway. It hadn't felt like home to him at all.
He seemed to have returned to the way he had been before the school holidays: every day, he either studied with his textbooks and notes or went to a hillside beside Cabin to practice Magic.
As he put it, the giant, cold boa constrictor summoned by Serpensortia somehow gave him a comforting sense of companionship.
Overnight, he had lost his parents, the assets his family had provided, his House-elf servants, his best friends, and his lover.
Yes. Just as Lucius had chosen to follow Voldemort without reservation, the Goyle family, the Crabbe family, and the Parkinson family had made the same choice.
As a result, the three children, Goyle, Crabbe, and Pansy, would all transfer to Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Not everyone could be like Lockhart, riding countless walls without ever flipping over and falling off them.
Everyone had to make their position clear.
Voldemort wanted a clear stance, and so did Dumbledore.
The only thing Lucius could rely on was that, during the Top 100 Tournament, Voldemort had personally demanded that Draco transfer to Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, only for Anton to reject him outright.
It was clearly a good opportunity. Lucius had seized it completely, finally allowing Draco to escape the maelstrom of a war that was certain to erupt in the future.
Life was unpredictable, full of twists and turns.
Perhaps Anton was right. Magic was the only thing that truly belonged to you, and only Magic could let