You'd Better Think Carefully About Whom the Malfoy Family Serves! (Two-in-One, 4,000 Words!)

If you were to ask Malfoy about the most fearful moments of his life, there would probably be three.

The first time was six years ago, in that summer, before he entered Hogwarts; he was still an innocent child.

In Diagon Alley, I encountered a harmless-looking boy with a smile.

The boy summoned a wild bull using magic.

The bull, riding on Malfoy's back, not only ate his ice cream but also stuck out its tongue to wash his face, giving him a French-style ox tongue kiss.

Before this, who wasn't a little princess? After this, Malfoy felt the full force of the world's malice for the first time.

He's got it all!

The second time was that night, when he saw the Dark Lord for the first time.

The mother, who always spoke highly of Pure-blood and was always proud, knelt humbly beside the Dark Lord and kissed his feet.

She begged him to forgive her father, who was already in prison.

Their relationship was like that of House-elf seeing its master... no, even more humble.

At that moment, all of Malfoy's pride vanished, as if crushed by that barefoot, noseless demon king.

He longed to rush over, raise his wand, shout "Avada Kedavra," and kill the man who had insulted his mother and trampled on Malfoy's glory.

But no matter what they thought in their hearts, their bodies obediently dared not move, remaining frozen in place in fear.

Then, the Dark Lord walked up to him and planted the Dark Mark on him.

He also became the youngest Death Eaters, and a mission sent to his death.

That same night, Malfoy finally realized that he was no longer the spoiled Xiaolong, but just... a coward.

The third fear is right now, and that fear is even more intense than the previous two.

Malfoy didn't need to turn around; he knew who it was just by hearing the voice.

William Stark.

But why didn't he watch the game, and instead showed up here?

Has the plan been exposed?

Malfoy instantly imagined himself being arrested and imprisoned, sharing a cell with his father.

They even suffered torture and died a tragic death.

His face turned deathly pale, his body trembled violently, and cold sweat soaked his back.

Malfoy feigned illness to avoid participating in the Quidditch Match, intending to enter the Room of Requirement and check for any dangerous Dark Magic items.

The school's security checks are too strict now; he can't bring anything in at all.

The only recourse was to rely on the contraband hidden by students over the years in the Room of Requirement... to commit murder.

Before I even went inside, Stark appeared beside me.

He instructed Goyle and Crabbe to keep him informed at all times.

What about the two of them?

The next second, Malfoy saw his two little henchmen.

Goyle hung upside down like a sheet of paper, his body pressed tightly against the wall, his mouth opening and closing as if trying to remind Malfoy.

But he was more like a fish out of water, only able to make "abba aba" sounds.

Crabbe had already fainted and lay limp on the ground like a rag doll.

Malfoy cried out and tried to rush over, but felt the pressure on his shoulder increase.

He immediately fell silent, refusing to speak for fear that even a single breath might anger William.

Malfoy noticed that his opponent seemed somewhat distracted and absent-minded, as if he were watching the game.

William was indeed watching the game.

He kept his eyes glued to the field, Anne, like a butterfly flitting among flowers, spun and scored.

From this angle, the movement was truly beautiful.

Don't ask, just know that I, Anne, am as beautiful as a painting.

However, Gryffindor's play was not smooth, especially McLaggen's, who seemed to have taken on the role of captain.

He kept directing the game, while Harry, the captain, kept angrily telling him to shut up.

William was actually distracted by the game... Malfoy wasn't angry at being looked down upon like this; instead, he was secretly pleased.

He glanced at the wand in his right hand; with just a Memory Charm, William could erase his memory and forget what happened today.

If he were bolder, he might have used the Imperius Curse, or something even more powerful...

Malfoy tried to lift his wand, but his arm wouldn't obey him; it was as if he were facing the Dark Lord.

That coward from that day is back.

Malfoy desperately wanted to stand tall in this critical moment, even if he didn't dare to take action, he could at least say a few tough words.

But when he opened his mouth, his teeth were chattering.

William suddenly spoke, seemingly casually asking:

"Draco, were you just trying to use Memory Charm on me?"

Or is it Imperius Curse controlling me?

Malfoy's heart skipped a beat as he met those dark green eyes. He felt as if he were being seen through, his body naked, with no secrets whatsoever.

He remembered the Occlumency his mother had taught him, and hurriedly lowered his head to avoid the other person's gaze.

William smiled and continued:

"Is this how you secretly controlled Madam Rosmerta, the landlady of the Three Broomsticks, using the Imperius Curse?"

"You let her put that bracelet in Katie's own bathroom?"

"What are you saying... I don't understand!"

The more calmly William reminisced, the more Malfoy felt his heart pounding with rage.

"That incident... I didn't do it. That girl named Katie must have an enemy that no one knows about..."

Malfoy's voice began to tremble with sobs; he said desperately:

"It really wasn't me. I was in solitary confinement that day. You can ask... Professor McGonagall... William... Stark..."

William reached into Malfoy's pocket. He wanted to stop him, but looking at the other man's face, he dared not move.

A moment later, William took out a coin, flicked it with his index finger, and it fell back into his palm.

"Guess whether this Galleon is face up or face down. If you guess right, I'll let you go."

Malfoy didn't try to guess; instead, he closed his eyes in despair.

After he controlled Rosmerta with the Imperius Curse, he used these magical coins to communicate remotely.

I learned this from Akali tutoring class.

Last year, to avoid Umbridge, Hermione made a lot of these coins and gave them to the students at her tutoring center.

This clearly gave Malfoy a lot of inspiration.

"Draco, do you really think you can kill me and Dumbledore this way?" William asked, looking at Malfoy.

"Forgive me for saying this, but your approach was clumsy... Honestly, it was so clumsy that I seriously doubt whether you even put your heart into it..."

"Of course I tried my best!" Malfoy rose to his feet, his voice choked with emotion, "Just kill me..."

William did not answer, but instead smiled and said:

"Would you like to meet your father?"

Malfoy stared at him blankly, as if he had misheard. "What?"

Lucius misses you, misses your mother, and misses that warm home.

He's mentioned to me several times that he wants to meet you.

Malfoy remained silent for a long time, then finally, with reddened eyes and a trembling voice, he said:

"My dad... how is he?"

"That's good. He's currently undergoing labor reform and is very proactive in trying to get a reduced sentence." William grinned.

"My main job is to help me raise those Fantastic Beasts, such as Basilisk, Runespoor, which are not particularly dangerous."

He also had to breed the Pegasus and clean up their droppings... To be honest, I was quite surprised; I didn't expect Lucius to be so good at this."

Malfoy was in tears. His father was even more of a playboy than him; how could he possibly do this?

He slightly raised his head to look at William, and said in a hoarse voice:

"I want to see my father, please."

"And what will you give me in return, Draco?" William's smile faded, his tone growing increasingly indifferent.

"In return?" Draco stared blankly at William, his lips moving for a long time.

William patted him on the shoulder and said softly:

Don't rush to answer, Draco.

Your father is with me now; his safety depends on what you say next.

You are also the only man in Malfoy family, so it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call you the head of the family.

Voldemort is doomed, just like he was sixteen years ago.

You need to think this through now... to whom should the Malfoy family pledge allegiance?

Malfoy left in a daze.

After walking a few steps, he remembered the unconscious Goyle and Crabbe, and turned around to drag them away with great effort.

His mind was in complete turmoil; all he wanted was to get away from Stark, go back to his room, hide under the covers, and get a good night's sleep.

But just as he was about to walk out of the corridor, he inexplicably turned his head and looked at the man.

He clearly knew he was Death Eaters and was tasked with killing him, so why did he let him go?

He doesn't understand at all!

But that doesn't matter. His father is in his hands, and that's enough.

The footsteps faded into the distance. William didn't move; instead, he rested his chin on his hands, leaned against the window, and watched the game.

A figure appeared beside him— Hermione, who had been hiding nearby using the Disillusionment Charm.

While the two were talking, Hermione was using Memory Charm to alter Goyle and Crabbe's memories.

"William, is it really okay to approach Malfoy like this now?" Hermione asked with some concern.

Could Voldemort use Legilimency on him?

The girl's concerns were not unfounded.

Voldemort can be considered the most powerful Dark Lord in history, and he Legilimency the pinnacle of Legilimency.

Almost no one can be kept in the dark from him... but since it's "almost," there are bound to be exceptions.

For example, the old undercover Snape.

"Don't worry," William calmly explained, "I now believe Professor Snape's judgment; Malfoy has an astonishing talent for Occlumency."

This was the information Professor Snape gave William, and it's also the reason he's willing to make contact today.

Before summer vacation, Malfoy had no Occlumency.

After Voldemort assigned him the task, Malfoy began to study. In just two or three months, although his grasp of the material was still rudimentary, his progress was incredibly fast.

In contrast, Harry had the Occlumency training from Snape.

No progress whatsoever in a year... The gap isn't just a few floors, it's an entire building!!

So, if Malfoy is smart enough, he definitely won't go back this Christmas.

Instead, he continued to find an excuse to stay in school and learn Occlumency until he had completely mastered it.

William wasn't worried at all that Voldemort would find out about his conversation with Malfoy.

If Voldemort knew that Malfoy would die regardless of whether he was tempted or not, for his own safety, he would have been killed.

Malfoy isn't that stupid.

So, the whole thing turned out surprisingly simple.

It's a test of how much Old Malfoy holds in Young Malfoy's heart.

"Ah, great shot!" William looked at the field and suddenly clapped.

Anne delivered an imaginative no-look pass, which, combined with Ginny's, resulted in another assist.

Since William said so, Hermione, who had always trusted him, felt relieved and focused her attention on the game.

As the sunlight streamed in, she stretched comfortably, then nestled into his arms.

William reached out and gently ruffled Hermione's hair; the girl began to doze off.

Looking at the sleepy-eyed Hermione, he said softly, "Come on, let's go back to my office and sleep!"

The first Quidditch Match between Gryffindor and Slytherin has finally come to an end.

However, it ended in a farce.

Something felt off about this match, both from the commentators and the players.

Slytherin goes without saying.

They didn't even understand what Quidditch was, turning the match into something like a boxing match.

Madam Hooch had no choice but to keep calling fouls, disrupting the game.

Gryffindor more outrageous.

It was like a competition to catch the mole.

Captain Harry seemed distracted, his gaze constantly wandering among the Slytherin group.

It seemed to be searching for something.

Who could he turn to? Of course, it was Malfoy, whom he cared about most.

His attention was not on the Golden Snitch at all.

This ultimately led to the Slytherin Seeker stealing the Golden Snitch right under his nose.

Harry is arguably the biggest mole.

The second mole was Gryffindor's goalkeeper, McLaggen.

It's not that his goalkeeping skills are bad; it's that his skills are too good.

I always felt that just guarding the goal wouldn't allow him to fully utilize his overflowing talent.

McLaggen put himself in the role of captain, constantly directing all team members in their positioning.

The basic screen looks like this:

Harry, you son of a bitch, move 0.5 meters from the center of the field towards the seven o'clock position!

Dean, what's your position like? Move six meters to a 65-degree angle.

Report to McLaggen, that's the flagpole. Are you suggesting I plant it there?!

I never expected McLaggen to be such a damn micro-management master.

With two people giving instructions at the same time, and Harry constantly getting distracted, Gryffindor chaos.

It was thanks to the sister duo of Anne and Ginny that they reached their peak right from their debut.

Their attacks were incredibly fierce and fluid; the Quaffle went in with only a series of swishing sounds.

Therefore, they are also known as the "Splash Sisters".

The two fought like they were playing against a third party, which is why Gryffindor was still able to win in the end, even though Harry lost the Golden Snitch.

The host, Smith, is also outrageous. He's not a fan of anyone, so there's nothing he can't criticize.

When the game finally ended, Ginny deliberately crashed into the commentator's platform on her broomstick.

Amidst the screams and laughter of the audience, Smith struggled weakly beneath the wooden plank.

Professor McGonagall has decided:

As long as Luna Lovegood isn't so outrageous and acts like a normal person, she's a good commentator!

(The update is late. I thought I wouldn't make it in time. Sorry, here's 4,000 words.)

PS by the way

Malfoy was very talented in Occlumency; he only studied it for six months and was able to withstand Snape's Legilimency. This is something that exists in the original books, not something I made up.

In fact, magic in Harry Potter is very subjective; those with talent learn it quickly, while those without talent can never learn it.

See Harry.

Rowling also explained this in an interview; here are her original words:

"I think Draco is extremely talented at Occlumency, unlike Harry."

Harry's problem is that his emotions are always too superficial, and to some extent, he is too hurt.

But at the same time, he could also feel very clearly the emotions he had about his own experiences.

He couldn't suppress his emotions, nor could he control them; he couldn't suppress those memories.

Draco is the kind of person who is very talented at separating life from emotions, and he has always done so.

He can suppress his compassion, thus effectively bullying others. He can also lock away his empathy—otherwise, how could he Death Eaters?