Lucius Explodes

Not only Lucius, but Narcissa also sat unsteadily on the bed.

She never imagined that one day her son would have Dark Mark planted on his arm.

"Lucius Malfoy!"

Narcissa gritted her teeth and looked up at Lucius.

Lucius's heart skipped a beat when he heard his wife call him by his full name so affectionately.

broken...

Everyone knows the feeling of being called by your full name...

He quickly changed the subject, shifting the pressure onto Draco.

"Draco, tell me in detail, how did you get this Dark Mark on your body?"

Startled by his parents' reaction, Draco felt a lump in his throat and burst into tears.

"Lucius!" Narcissa growled, "You scared the Little Dragon!"

For a fleeting moment, Lucius's face wore a mask of pain. No... even in this situation, Cissy, are you still going to protect him?!

But there was nothing Lucius could do but soften his tone slightly.

"Tell me, Draco, how did you get the Dark Mark on your arm?"

Draco sobbed and asked timidly, "The Dark Mark?"

"Yes, it's called the Dark Mark, Little Dragon." Narcissa said gently and softly, "Little Dragon, you must tell your mom and dad the truth so we can help you."

Lucius stared blankly at his eldest son. Only after his wife tugged at his sleeve twice did he reluctantly hum in agreement.

The look in his eyes when he looked at Draco again carried a hint of disdain.

Draco sobbed and began to recount what had happened.

"I... around Christmas, I found a notebook at home with the name C. C. Malfoy on it. I thought it was the notebook of my ancestor Cassandra Malfoy, so I looked at it closely and found that the diary would respond to me... respond to my words. I wrote questions in it, and it would answer me, as if it had thoughts."

"It told me that it was actually Cassandra Malfoy, but to avoid suspicion, it gave itself an alias called Merope..."

"After that, I kept communicating with her. Then one day she appeared in front of me. She was a transparent, ghostly figure. She was very beautiful, with black hair and red eyes..."

"You just believed that?!" Lucius slammed his fist on the bed, making a dull thud.

"She... she said it was because of Dark Arts that her hair turned black..." Draco said guiltily.

"You believe her just because she says so?!" Lucius felt his foolish son was beyond saving.

"I... I..." Draco stammered, unsure of what to say.

"Go on," Narcissa set the tone.

Draco nodded and continued recounting the glorious deeds of "Merope".

"She's been using me to get close to my Slytherin classmates, absorbing their Life Force to replenish herself, and even sharing some of Life Force with me, which has greatly improved my Charms skills... I heard from Potter that it's a Charms that overdraws on Life Force..."

"This is evil Dark Arts, utterly evil!" Narcissa exclaimed. "Now I'm certain, it must be him... it's him..."

"Who is it?" Draco swallowed hard.

Lucius raised his head, remained silent for a moment, and then said in a hoarse voice, "It's the Dark Lord."

In truth, he was also reluctant to believe that the Dark Lord, to whom he had always been loyal, would be so ruthless...

In order to prolong their existence, they actually lied to children...

It's one thing to fool children, but what's most unacceptable is that the Dark Lord actually... actually dressed up as a woman!

This is absolutely shameless!

Lucius began to doubt himself—what the hell was I following before?!

"Black..."

Draco dropped the teacup in his hand.

"The Dark Lord?!" he asked incredulously.

"Yes, no one but the Dark Lord would use such evil magic, and no one could plant the Dark Mark under your arm..." Lucius sighed.

This sigh wasn't just because her son had been marked, but also because of her own blindness back then...

"Then... could it be Potter?" Draco asked suspiciously.

"Potter?" Lucius looked up. "Which Potter?"

"Harry Potter," Draco said, gathering his thoughts before continuing, "I thought this power was very strong, so I wanted to challenge him to a duel to regain my honor, but... I was still defeated by him... It was around that time that he made me roll up my sleeves and pointed out the Dark Mark to me... Could it be that he was the one who put it there?"

Lucius looked at his eldest son with disdain and shook his head in denial. "Impossible. The Dark Mark is magic exclusive to that lord. No one but him can imprint such a mark... I think you were under Confundus Charm. You wouldn't have noticed the existence of this mark until someone pointed it out to you."

"I see..." Draco suddenly realized.

"Besides, Mr. Potter is the Savior of the Magical World, how could he possibly..." Lucius chuckled and shook his head.

He'd rather believe that Britain wouldn't eat fish and chips for ten years than believe that Voldemort could get involved with Harry Potter.

"But Potter?" Narcissa looked up. "Since it was this Potter who pointed out the Dark Mark on your arm, why didn't you invite him to the manor? Have you forgotten your manners, Little Dragon?"

"He, he's awful." Draco thought for a moment, then decided to tell his mother the truth about what had happened at school.

She recounted in great detail how she bullied her classmates and how she insulted Hermione.

"Mr. Potter is right, you really do need to be disciplined!" Lucius said coldly. "In any case, we cannot lose face, and you... you've completely destroyed it!"

Draco opened his mouth; he thought his father was right.

"But are first-year students really this powerful?" Narcissa thought of Harry's magical abilities, "You know, even the Dark Lord Through Time didn't have such abilities in his first year..."

"He is, after all, the Savior. It's normal for him to be a little more powerful than a normal person," Lucius replied.

Draco thought about it and realized that if this "point" included the distance from the Malfoy Manor to Hogwarts, then there was indeed no problem.

"But, Dad..." Draco said in a low voice, "That Potter... well, he told me he's Harry Potter from a hundred years ago, which is why he's so powerful..."

Upon hearing Draco's words, Narcissa and Lucius exchanged a glance and both shook their heads.

The way they looked at Draco was clearly as if they were looking at a fool.

"Silly Little Dragon, how is this possible?" Narcissa said softly, "Even the Dark Lord couldn't escape the clutches of time..."

"But he..." Draco still wanted to believe that it was Harry Potter from a hundred years ago.

Simply put, losing to an ordinary first-year student three times is a completely different concept from losing to a legendary wizard three times!

Even if you lose to the latter, you can still boast—I lost to Harry Potter from a hundred years ago! It's not shameful! If you don't believe me, go and try it yourself!

"That's not the point, Draco." Lucius snorted, draping the Snake-Head Staff side of his staff over Draco's sleeve and pulling it back to his wrist. "The important thing is, how are you going to remove this Dark Mark from your arm now!"

Narcissa was silent for a moment before speaking, "Luke, I think we should ask Severus for help. After all, he received a lot of help from you back in school..."

Upon hearing this, Lucius glanced at Narcissa.

Um...

It's not impossible.

"Alright, I'll have Dobby go and invite him," Lucius said in a deep voice.

He went to the Living Room, found Dobby and asked him to serve him paper and pen, and wrote a heartfelt letter.

From the Slytherin school friendships to the relationship between the Board of Governors and professors, the writing is vivid, passionate, and leaves no room for criticism.

After quickly checking it again, Lucius carefully packed the letter, put it in an envelope, and had Dobby use Apparition to deliver it.

After Dobby left, Lucius strictly forbade Draco from revealing to Professor Snape that Harry was the Harry from a hundred years ago.

Even as he was issuing the warning, Lucius was still lamenting, "What a misfortune for my family..."

It's one thing to be fooled by Dark Lord disguised as a woman, but if people find out that this child was completely fooled by Potter, the Malfoy family will lose all face!

In the cottage at Spinner's End, Professor Snape, who had been busy all day, was about to go to bed when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

He squinted, walked to the door, and opened it.

It was Dobby, he knew him, the House Elf of Lucius Malfoy.

"Professor Snape, my master asked me to give you this letter." Dobby handed the letter to Snape with both hands.

Professor Snape made a snorting sound, then opened the letter...

The contents of the letter immediately made him realize that something was wrong.

The Dark Mark... has appeared on a Slytherin House student?!

"Take me to the Malfoy Manor!"

With time of the essence, Snape didn't use Floo Powder, but instead chose to have Dobby Apparition with him.

Adult House Elf possess immense magical power; they could easily Apparition an adult along with them.

A short while later, Snape appeared at the Malfoy Manor.

His black robe billowed as he walked, creating a gust of wind, like a large bat.

Upon arriving at the Malfoy Manor, Lucius and Narcissa, as the hosts, were already waiting at the entrance.

Upon seeing Severus arrive, Lucius stepped forward and greeted him with a genuine smile.

"Severus, it's been a long time."

As the saying goes, one cannot hit a smiling face, especially one that had taken care of him before, so Snape returned the smile.

"Good evening, Lucius. I've read the gist of what happened in the letter—you said the Dark Mark appeared in Slytherin's house?"

When he spoke, Snape surprisingly didn't use a drawn-out tone.

After all, it concerned his own college, so he couldn't afford to be careless.

Even though most of the Slytherin students were as intelligent as Troll, it didn't stop the old professor from showing them even a tiny bit of concern.

"It's a long story, let's go inside and talk," Lucius said.

Upon entering, Lucius summoned Draco, who was waiting in the Living Room, and gave him a warning look.

The warning was clear: if you dare to make up stories about Potter, your dad will slap you on the spot.

Draco understood his father's meaning perfectly, and he obediently went to Professor Snape.

"Roll up your sleeves," Lucius said.

Draco did as he was told, revealing the Dark Mark on his arm.

Upon seeing the mark, Professor Snape's gaze sharpened. He leaned closer for a closer look and slowly said, "It really is the Dark Lord's mark... What on earth is going on?"

Draco dared not hide anything, so he omitted Harry's part and told Snape everything else clearly.

Upon hearing Draco's words, Snape immediately understood why so many people in the house were suddenly becoming drowsy and mentally confused—while their Charms levels were also rapidly increasing.

Damn it, how could I not make progress with one-on-one tutoring from the most powerful Dark Wizard of this century?

"I think Mr. Malfoy must have taught you, Draco," Professor Snape said ominously, "stay far away from Dark Arts Dark Arts artifacts, especially those with their own thoughts—"

"What's more, you've caused such a huge mess... I believe that anyone who came into contact with that Notebook has been more or less branded with the Dark Mark..."

"No, Professor," Draco immediately denied. "I checked after returning to the academy, and apart from myself and Nearly Headless Nick from the second year, no one else has been marked with this mark."

"So you think being marked with the Dark Mark is something to be proud of?" Professor Snape said coldly. "Ignorance is bliss... And indeed, how can someone who hasn't experienced it know how terrible this mark is?"

"Severus," Narcissa suddenly said, "Do you have any good ideas to help Draco get rid of this mark?"

Snape disdainfully picked up Draco's wrist with his delicate fingers, as if the other man hadn't showered in months and was filthy.

He looked at it for a while, then said in a drawn-out tone, "I don't have any good solutions either. I can only prepare some Potions to temporarily suppress the Dark Mark and allow it to form a deeper connection with him."

Lucius and Narcissa exchanged a glance and both sighed.

After Snape left, Narcissa remained silent for a long time before raising her head and asking in a hoarse voice, "Luke, perhaps... we should ask Headmaster Dumbledore to come and take a look?"

"Dumbledore... Dumbledore..." Lucius murmured the name, then quickly shook his head. "No, no, he absolutely can't know, otherwise, even if I'm school board member, I might not be able to let Draco continue studying at Hogwarts..."

"Then who should we contact?"

Narcissa glanced sadly at Draco, tears welling up in her eyes.

"My poor Little Dragon..."

After a while, she suddenly remembered someone.

The person Little Dragon just mentioned.

"How about... we invite Mr. Potter to the manor as a guest?"

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