"What a disappointment." Malfoy closed the book and sighed. The disappointment on his face was obvious.
Just now, in the secret chamber, Malfoy had fumbled around and secretly put a book into his pocket. Since it was Lucius' usual laboratory, the books inside naturally wouldn't be ordinary books. What was written in the book was self-evident — it was related to black magic.
After sending Pansy off, Malfoy naturally found an excuse to quickly return to his bedroom and start reading.
Malfoy firmly believed that there was no such thing as black magic, which was the so-called evil magic. The key was the person who used it. If the price of using it was evil, then it was another matter. In order to maintain the stability of the wizard society, some powerful magic was regarded as black magic and research was forbidden. It was a regression. In addition, Malfoy's soul had already received various cultural shocks in his previous life, so he did not feel any psychological burden when reading this so-called forbidden book. Coupled with his superb memory and comprehension, it could be said that he could read ten lines at a glance. He finished reading very quickly.
However, Malfoy did not find what he wanted. In his previous life, he had only a smattering of miscellaneous knowledge. If magic was a means, then it corresponded to the traditional techniques in China, used to achieve a certain goal. But for Malfoy, who longed to pursue the essence, he hoped to understand the essence of magic, or rather, the Dao.
For example, what kind of existence was magic power? Would it slowly increase with the passage of time? What kind of consumption would there be when casting a spell? Did he consume mental power or his own magic power? In the original work, when the fake Moody was teaching students, he said that they could use Death Curse on them and asserted that they would at most get a nosebleed. This was because the students did not have a strong foundation in magic. Then what was the so-called foundation in magic? Knowledge reserves? Magic power? Or willpower? Or a combination of both?
Malfoy thought that he could find the answer through the book, but unfortunately, this book was only a magic book, containing some small evil curses and ancient black magic legends. That was why Malfoy was disappointed.
"Ah …" Malfoy stretched and could not help but feel sleepy. A young man's body needed sleep. It had been a tiring day, and Malfoy did not want his height to be affected by his sleep. Thus, after washing up, he went to bed.
People tended to recall the day's events before going to bed, and Malfoy was no exception. He couldn't help but think of Pansy's kiss. Pan Xi's arrogant and shy demeanor from before kept circling in his mind.
Malfoy reached out to touch his forehead, thinking, 'Why does it feel like something's not right?' But then he thought, 'It's not like I'm the one who's at a disadvantage.' No matter what, being kissed by a little girl was something that gave him a sense of accomplishment. Thus, Malfoy did not think too much about it.
While Malfoy was sleeping peacefully, Pansy's room in Hector's manor was not peaceful.
"Little liar, you're clearly not a dud, but you didn't explain yourself and deliberately made me look bad." On the small bed, Pan Xi was savagely ravaging his plush bear. Clearly, he treated his toy as an enemy.
"You even brought me to such a dark place to scare me. If you know magic, why didn't you light up the room earlier? He was more polite than anyone else in front of the lord. Wicked, "Pansy said to herself as she tore at the toy's ear.
"I'm not that easy to get rid of." If Pansy had complained back then, Malfoy would naturally have been taught a lesson. But since their relationship had become strained, it would not be easy for them to meet again. Out of her pride as a young lady, Pansy naturally could not accept the revenge of a fake father. She had to rely on herself.
Thus, Pansy chose to direct and act out a scene of a hero saving a damsel in distress to pave the way for their next meeting. It had to be said that women were born actors. Although Pansy was still a little girl, her acting skills were not bad at all.
"Anyway, I have something on you. I don't believe you won't give in. The next time we meet, I'll definitely torture you properly. " Thinking of the scenes after her successful revenge on Malfoy, Pansy could not help but chuckle.
"My first kiss isn't that easy to get." Thinking of her kiss back then, Pansy's cheeks suddenly flushed red.
"But that little liar is still quite handsome." Pansy could not help but think.
"No, no, no, I can't be soft-hearted. If he dares to bully me, I'll definitely bully him back." In the end, after a struggle in her heart, her desire for revenge still won out.
In a short period of time, Pansy's thoughts had already turned many times. Just as she was still letting her imagination run wild. Suddenly, a voice came from outside the door.
"Pansy, it's getting late. Go to sleep. You should be exhausted today." The owner of the voice was Pansy's mother.
"Yes, Mother."
"The next time we meet, I'll definitely torture you properly." Before going to bed, Pansy did not forget to pull the ears of the stuffed bear. She really has a lot of resentment.
The night quickly passed.
"Ring, ring, ring." The sound of the alarm clock came from Malfoy's room.
As a psychological adult, Malfoy still treated himself with considerable self-discipline. Time was limited, and Malfoy needed to strengthen himself as much as possible before going to Hogwarts. Naturally, he had to plan and use his time well, so he did not slack off at all.
Opening his sleepy eyes, Malfoy sat up in bed and prepared to get out of bed to complete his plan for the day.
A creaking sound came from the door. Lucius pushed the door open and entered Malfoy's room, but his expression was somewhat unfriendly.
"Let's put aside today's plan. Your mother wants you to meet two new friends." Lucius's tone was a little stiff.
Last night, Lucius and his wife had a big fight. Narcissa had always been dissatisfied with Malfoy's parenting style. Her son had been in the study all day without any vigor that a teenager should have. This was unacceptable to Narcissa, who doted on her son. In the eyes of a mother, the more lively and cute her child was, the better. But this was only Narcissa's opinion. In Lucius's eyes, Malfoy was extremely talented and might even surpass Dark Lord Dumbledore in the future. How could a genius like Dumbledore waste his time on playing? Most importantly, Malfoy himself was also enjoying it.
However, women were naturally unreasonable creatures. Narcissa had a strong position in the family, and after arguing so many times, Lucius had no choice but to compromise. He found two playmates for Malfoy.
Of course, he also had his own plans. Malfoy would have to go to Hogwarts sooner or later, and it would definitely be inconvenient for him to be alone. Finding two followers now was not a bad choice, and it just so happened that he had a good candidate.
However, as the head of the family, Lucius still had to show his dissatisfaction appropriately, so his tone was naturally unpleasant.
"Come with me when you're done. Maybe you'll spend a lot of time together in the future." Lucius's tone was still cold.
"Yes, Father," Malfoy replied.
He could not help but think, These are probably Crabbe and Gore. Only the original Malfoy would be willing to order them around. Malfoy sighed in his heart. How can we be friends when our IQs are not in the same dimension?
Malfoy was naturally not keen on playing the game of followers. Magic was his ultimate goal, so he did not seem very interested in it.
But it's Mother's kindness. I'll accept it. Malfoy still had a good impression of his mother. Regardless of whether she doted on him or not, Narcissa's love for her son was definitely unquestionable. In the original work, she did not hesitate to conceal the truth in order to find out whether he was dead or alive. Now, she was extremely doting on him in his daily life and almost gave him what he wanted. Malfoy naturally did not want to go against her good intentions.
"Let me see my two future followers," thought Malfoy. Soon, he and Lucius arrived at the living room.
In the living room, Narcissa was sitting on a luxurious sofa. Crabbe and Gore were standing next to her with a reserved expression.
The fathers of the three were all Death Eaters, but in terms of status, Lucius was naturally the highest. After all, wealth and power were the most common ways to evaluate a person in the secular world. At that time, when Voldemort needed to develop his forces, he certainly needed Lucius's help. Even after Voldemort's fall, Lucius's position in the magic world was still firm. This naturally determined that Malfoy would be in charge of future activities. It was the same in the original work.
Crabbe was a short and stout guy with a short pot hairstyle. Gore, on the other hand, was clearly taller. He had short and stiff hair. Both of their arms had one thing in common, which was that they were unusually long. Coupled with their bodies, they looked like two gorillas.
How can we be friends with different styles? Malfoy lamented in his heart. However, he still walked step by step to Narcissa's side and greeted her. He couldn't help but look in the direction of the two.
"My baby, I think you must be bored reading in the study all day long. Your father is really too much. He hasn't even gone to school yet and he's already working so hard. How pitiful. "Narcissa exaggeratedly expressed her dissatisfaction with Lucius. "But today, I found two playmates for you. They are the sons of your father's friends. I believe you will get along very well in the future." Narcissa then introduced the two protagonists of the day to Malfoy.
"This is Vincent Crabbe." Narcissa pointed at the little stout guy and said.
"H-hello." Crabbe didn't know if it was because he was nervous or just naturally so, but he stuttered a little.
"This is Gregory Gower," Narcissa said, pointing to the slightly taller child.
Gore's performance was better compared to Crabbe. He also greeted him, but he was still a little reserved.
Whether in human society or wizard society, people had to admit the existence of class. Power and money determined a person's class. In the wizard world, perhaps some twisted blood theory was added. Crabbe and Gore's fathers were once Lucius's "comrades," or rather, followers. This kind of relationship was inevitably passed down to the next generation. In their families, their parents must have instilled a lot of such ideas. As a result, the two's attitude towards Malfoy was no longer the normal attitude towards people of the same age.
As for Malfoy himself, he didn't want to play any friendship games. It wasn't bad to just use him as an errand boy.
Of course, on the surface, Malfoy still bowed impeccably. "I am Draco Malfoy. Welcome to my home. I think we should get along well in the future."
Narcissa watched as her son finally made two "friends" of the same age. Narcissa was very happy, and a smile appeared on her face.
Later, in order to fool Narcissa, Malfoy had no choice but to pretend to be an active young man and get along with the two of them. He even found a few games from his memory, and for a while, Malfoy was also having fun. This indeed allowed Malfoy to temporarily break away from the sea of books. But at the same time, Malfoy discovered a very serious problem.
"All brawn and no brains. This saying is true. "Malfoy panted slightly. Compared to the two's anxious intelligence, it had to be said that their talent points had been put into physical fitness. Malfoy already felt tired after the same amount of exercise, but Crabbe and Gore were still fine.
"Physical fitness training can't be lacking either." Narcissa's arrangement today had disrupted Malfoy's study schedule, but at the same time, it also allowed Malfoy to find the weakness he needed to overcome.
A battle between wizards was not limited to spells and wands. Physical fitness was also the most important! A flexible body and a strong physique were also very important factors. What was the use of a powerful spell if it couldn't hit the target? This was not a domestic online game, where spells had a lock on the target effect. For a wizard, being able to dodge one more spell could be a matter of life and death.
Knowledge was power, but the body that carried the knowledge could not be given up so easily.
"Looks like I can't become stupid from studying." In his previous life, Malfoy was the type who loved sports. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to save a child from under a car. But perhaps it was because of his transmigration. The attraction of magic was too great for someone who had never come into contact with it, making him forget his training habits.
"I hate those pretty boys the most." Malfoy shook his head and smiled bitterly. It also confirmed his determination to train. "Looks like I'll have to add another daily activity."
Narcissa couldn't help but smile as she looked at the three people having fun in the open space. Narcissa turned to Lucius and said, "That's what childhood is like. Staying in your room all day will make you stupid." "Did you see that? He's smiling so happily."
What was done could not be undone. Besides, he wasn't particularly against it, so Lucius naturally put away his stiff expression. He said calmly, "As long as he's happy."
Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was noon.
Exercise would naturally consume a lot of energy, and the best way to replenish energy was naturally to eat.
The servants in the manor had already prepared lunch.
But looking at Crabbe and Gore eating and the "sumptuous" food on the table, Malfoy really didn't have any appetite.
"I've been here for eight years, but I still haven't gotten used to it." As a noble in the wizard society, Malfoy naturally experienced the life of the upper-class. His food and clothing should have reached the limit of enjoyment, but the first word, "eat", was an exception.
As a person of the Celestial Empire, perhaps he would never be able to completely accept British cuisine in his lifetime.
Perhaps there was no such thing as "Stargazy Pie", but facing potatoes and fish day after day, Malfoy couldn't help but suspect that he was about to lose his sense of taste. Other than that, there were roasted tomatoes, blood pudding, sausages, beans, and roasted mushrooms. It was still fresh after eating it once. But it was still difficult to accept more.
Malfoy stared blankly at the food in front of him and thought mischievously, "I wonder if there's a Lao Gan Ma in this world. But even if there is, it's too strange to take it out in this place. "
"What's wrong, baby? Are you not feeling well?" Narcissa saw that Malfoy didn't move at all. She thought that he was feeling unwell and asked with concern.
"Oh, Mother, I'm just too excited. I made two new friends and haven't recovered yet." Malfoy naturally wouldn't tell the truth. After saying that, she immediately took a dessert nearby. He expressed that he was fine.
"That's great." Narcissa smiled and put two more puddings on Malfoy's plate.
"Sometimes ignorance is bliss." Malfoy looked at the puddings on his plate and shook his head. He couldn't help but feel envious of the two gluttons who were happily eating. Then, he began to devour his food.
The meal didn't last long. Not to mention that there were two more people with amazing appetites this time. Thus, the banquet ended very quickly.
Crabbe and Gower wouldn't stay there for long. After lunch, their parents took them home. Naturally, there was a lot of politeness between the adults.
After the two followers left, Malfoy didn't stay idle either. He returned to his study and began the study that he was supposed to complete.
The days seemed to pass peacefully like this. Malfoy continued to accumulate his knowledge and did the necessary physical exercises with Crabbe and Gower. If nothing unexpected happened, perhaps these ordinary days would continue until Malfoy was eleven years old, until Hogwarts sent his acceptance letter.
However, the peace was quickly broken.