Malfoy Manor.
This ancient and magnificent manor is located in Wiltshire, England, and its history is almost as long as that of the Malfoy family.
Generations of Malfoy have lived here, adorning the manor with their ambitions.
As a proud and meticulous Pure-blood wizard, Lucius planted tall hedges and kept White Peacock, symbols of beauty, after taking over the manor.
The luxurious Entrance Hall was covered with a magnificent carpet that almost entirely covered the stone steps.
As for the living room, that was Lucius's masterpiece.
He personally arranged every decoration and every piece of furniture here, meticulously.
The deep purple walls revealed their ancient and pure lineage, while the magnificent marble fireplace spoke of the family's glory. The exquisite Crystal chandelier cast a soft light, illuminating three figures.
"What's wrong, Draco?" Narcissa looked at Draco with concern. "Didn't you like dinner tonight?"
Today is the first day of summer vacation, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy have just picked up their son from the train station.
As Draco's mother, Narcissa sensed something was wrong with him as soon as she saw him.
In the past, when there were holidays, Draco would always chatter and beg me to buy him something, but today he had been silent ever since he arrived at the train station.
This puzzled Narcissa.
Lucius looked at Draco and said sternly, "This is food your mother cooked; you shouldn't look down on it."
Don't say that.
Narcissa reached out and lightly punched Lucius under the table, a hint of reproach in her voice, to tell him to shut up. She then turned to Draco and said, "It's alright, I can make it again if it's not to your liking..."
"No," Draco shook his head, "It's delicious, Mom."
While maintaining proper etiquette, Draco observed Goyle and Crabbe's behavior and began to chew heartily.
After devouring his food in a flash, Draco put down his utensils and wiped his mouth.
"Thank you, Mom. I'm going to study now."
He pushed the chair back to its original position and walked firmly toward the manor's library.
The grand plan must be implemented immediately!
Draco had a resolute gaze and walked with a brisk pace.
Study?
But today is the first day of summer vacation.
Narcissa stared blankly at Draco's departing figure, then turned to Lucius and asked, "What's wrong with him?"
In fact Lucius, who was standing next to her, was just as surprised.
In his memory, Draco had never been as enthusiastic about his studies as he was today.
After a moment's thought, Lucius gave a pleased smile, "Draco has grown up..."
A man's growth can happen in an instant.
Lucius hasn't had a good few days lately.
Just as he had expected, the diary he slipped to Lockhart caused quite a stir at Hogwarts.
Taking this opportunity, he joined forces with some School Governor to pressure Dumbledore to remove him from his position as headmaster.
Not only did they fail, but they also lost their seat on the School Governor.
What's worse is that that damned Potter isn't dead, and he even dared to scheme against me, making me lose my House-elf!
These things made him very depressed.
But Draco's performance today has greatly improved his mood, which had been gloomy for many days.
Lucius was very pleased with himself; it seemed that his years of careful education had finally paid off!
Draco now fully understands his responsibilities as the heir to the Malfoy family.
This is all thanks to me and Narcissa!
Compared to the Malfoy family's vast land and sparse population, the Weasley family's land was much smaller and more crowded.
The whole family, including Silan, made up eight people in total, and they sat around the dining table in a lively atmosphere.
Molly carried a large bottle of Butterbeer and walked around the table, pouring a glass for each of the children.
"That's wonderful, you're all back."
Molly poured Percy Weasley and Ginny a Butterbeer, then looked at George and Fred with a grin. "You two did a great job. Professor McGonagall said you've been much better behaved this school year."
"Thank goodness. Those letters from parents complaining to me have finally stopped coming one after another."
"Otherwise, they'd probably fill the room and squeeze us all out."
As she spoke, Molly went behind George and Fred and reached out to ruffle their fluffy heads.
George and Fred gave each other a high five with grins, and then playfully blew Molly a kiss.
"I love you, Mom."
This sight made Ginny grimace, and she quickly buried her head in her food.
This is too much to bear.
"And Ron," Molly said with a smile, "I'm so glad you didn't forget yourself at school."
Ron angrily took a bite of a chicken leg.
Let bygones be bygones!
Molly moved closer to Silan and pulled a moving black-and-white photograph from her pocket.
The image above shows Dumbledore awarding Silan the prize.
She patted Silan on the shoulder and said proudly, "Look how outstanding you are! Your father will be so proud of you."
Speaking of her brother, Molly felt both happy and sad. She couldn't help but hug Silan, her voice slightly choked with emotion.
Arthur Weasley patted her on the shoulder and comforted her, "Cheer up, the children are watching."
"Oh, look at me... Don't worry about the child, I'm just so happy."
Molly wiped away her tears, poured Silan a glass of Butterbeer, and returned to her seat.
Bathed in warm, inviting light, everyone smiled and raised their Butterbeer.
"Cheers!"
Those brand-new happinesses, those radiant joys, were swallowed down with a refreshing Butterbeer.
Everyone wore joyful smiles.
For the rest of the time, George and Fred made witty remarks at the dinner table, making everyone laugh.
The hearty laughter made the lights appear exceptionally soft and bright.
After a pleasant dinner, George and Fred pulled Silan into their room for a chat.
As they were explaining their alchemical ideas to Silan, they suddenly heard a short knock on the door.
George and Fred exchanged a glance and tiptoed to the door.
When I opened the door, I saw Arthur Weasley standing outside.
Good evening, children.
Arthur Weasley glanced back downstairs to make sure Molly wasn't there, then rubbed his hands together and asked, "Are you free?"
"What's wrong, Dad?" George and Fred asked at the same time.
"It's nothing." Arthur Weasley swayed slightly, his eyes still darting towards the stairs, and said quickly, "Can I go inside and talk? Your mother can't know about this."
"Certainly."
George and Fred made way for Arthur Weasley, and then quickly closed the door after he entered.
Their movements were skillful and their teamwork was excellent.
It seems this isn't the first time they've done something like this.
Arthur Weasley's face was full of a guilty look, and he only breathed a sigh of relief after entering the house.
"What exactly happened, Dad?"