"Because he was Muggle-born and had introduced policies to suppress Pure-bloods."
Draco's gaze was deep and thoughtful. Everything he had experienced since last night was rapidly helping him mature.
"As a member of the Twenty-Eight Sacred Clans, the Malfoy family has a duty to overthrow his rule, even if it means threatening him with death. I'm proud of everything my grandfather did!"
Lucius nodded, finally showing a satisfied smile. But then his expression turned serious again.
"Look at what our ancestors did, then look at yourself, Draco. You must be ready to take on the responsibility expected of a Malfoy." Lucius spoke earnestly.
"I will, Father, but... I don't know what to do, and I don't understand why we have to do it now," Draco said with a frown.
"Because of certain reasons I can't discuss, but we must be prepared."
Lucius had no intention of revealing Voldemort's existence. That would be bad for both Voldemort and Draco. "But I will tell you what to do."
"Please, Father," Draco said, a little excitedly.
"Learn the magic every Malfoy must master..." Lucius didn't give him the answer directly, keeping him in suspense.
Sure enough, Draco leaned forward excitedly, perched on the edge of his seat, his eyes full of anticipation.
"Occlumency."
"Ah..."
Draco sat back in surprise. He had expected some mysterious and powerful magic, but never this—he had been learning about it since childhood. His mother had explained it to him many times.
"Surprised?"
Lucius waved his wand, and the books between them returned to the desk. "Did you think Narcissa talked to you about Occlumency just because this obscure, unusual magic was fun?"
Draco blinked, recalling his mother's explanations. Looking back, her behavior at the time had indeed seemed deliberate.
"How do you think I got out of trouble