Shawn had never expected Draco to suddenly make such a request.
But he had plenty of private plans to carry out over Christmas, things he could not yet disclose even to members of the Throne, especially Draco.
Still, seeing the conflict and pleading on Draco's face, he figured Lucius had probably put him up to it again.
He could understand Draco's predicament, but as a leader, he could not let sympathy sway him.
Leaving aside Theodore, that fanatical devotee and dutiful son, Alice alone was a good example.
Recently, Alice had also received a strange instruction from her grandfather: investigate Shawn's origins.
Although puzzled, Alice had told Shawn without hesitation.
She had even used the reasoning her grandfather had taught her to write back and persuade Old Fawley: loyalty had to be absolute; playing both sides was a desecration of faith.
Shawn's expression had turned strange when he heard that, and he had formed a rough guess.
Never mind everyone else's curiosity-he was curious about his own mother, too.
But the damned system had provided only a name: Fei Ao Qin.
Then it had said he lacked sufficient access, and that was that. The damned system was utterly useless.
Shawn was in no hurry about that, though. He could find people to ask and investigate it gradually.
And now...
Shawn had intended to refuse Draco outright, but the little brat's cowlick, which acted like a weather forecast, was practically twisting itself into a pretzel.
He could not help sighing.
"Then come stay at my place for one night. Go home tomorrow. That should at least give you something to report."
Feeling that Shawn had seen straight through him, Draco's face alternated between red and white.
Beside him, Hermione was eager to take a look at her idol's home too, but