A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

In the dark blue sky, three owl postmen with the Daily Prophet of the day in their mouths crossed the cast iron gate and flew into the stylish Malfoy Manor. The Malfoys are having breakfast.

"Dad, I want to see it too."

A five- or six-year-old blond boy said hopefully. He was so short, and the armchair below was so tall, that he had to lift his head to speak, even while sitting on a stack of thick cushions.

The rest of the restaurant is also not good enough. For example, the silver knife and fork and the dinner plate are too heavy, which makes it very difficult for him to eat. The others were almost done, and there was still a third of the food on his plate.

Draco spread the newspaper on the table and showed the little boy the moving pictures on it. Lucius and Narcissa raised their heads from the Daily Prophet and watched the scene quietly.

"Little Scorpius still doesn't know how to read?" Narcissa asked.

Draco opened his mouth. "I can read, grandmother, I can spell a hundred words." The little boy raised his head, sniffed and said, "Mom took me to watch 'Mickey the Wizard', and she wanted me to before she got sick. Go to the nursery to make friends."

The temperature in the dining room seemed to have dropped ten degrees, or maybe it was Lucius' grey eyes that darkened the tone in the room.

"Just the idea," Draco said cautiously. "Go in the morning and come back in the afternoon. Little Scorpius can play games with other children, listen to stories, learn arithmetic and spelling, and continue his magical education when he gets home. ."

Narcissa and Lucius exchanged glances with each other, and Lucius said coldly, "The Greengrass family has taught a good daughter."

"Father, don't you also have a lot of friends?" Draco said in disbelief. "It's here! This table! You have received more than a group of high-ranking government officials. Every year, you spend at least half a month preparing decent gifts. pay a visit to……"

"That's different," said Lucius impatiently, and Narcissa gave her husband and son a stern look, then turned to the boy and said, "Scorpius, are you done?" "It's done." "To grandma Here, little one. Haven't you been trying to sneak into the study and wreak havoc? There are portraits of family members hanging there, some of whom can talk."

"Really?" Scorpius' eyes lit up, and he quickly wiped his mouth with a napkin, rubbing it off the cushion, "Is there Uncle Regulus? I've heard his story, a warrior who faced the dark alone!"

Narcissa pursed her lips tightly, "Yes, in another room, I'll show you."

She led the little boy away, and then the restaurant was quiet. Draco and Lucius, father and son, sat at both ends of the long table with elegant decoration and exquisite patterns, silently observing each other, as if they were carrying out some kind of silent conversation. Contest and confrontation.

"There are guests at home in the afternoon, you stay here." Lucius said, with a few wrinkles on his pale, slender face.

"It's another party to connect with feelings?"

"Don't forget, you're a Malfoy!"

"That doesn't mean anything, I shouldn't come back, I'm going to the hospital to see Astoria."

There was a long silence, and the fire crackled. "Okay," Lucius suppressed his anger, "you're now the head of the Wizard-Muggle Hospital, with a lot of responsibilities. Regarding the education of little Scorpius—"

"Don't bother, you seem to have more important things to worry about," Draco said bluntly. "I would never let my children live in a room a dozen corridors away. It's like living in a manor. Than, I miss that tiny safe house even more."

The safe house in his mouth originally belonged to Nick Lemay. After being inherited by Felix, it was lent to the Malfoys to escape Voldemort's pursuit. Draco also lived there for a short time, and the family moved back to the luxurious Malfoy Manor after the war, but Felix did not take back the house.

Lucius looked a little dazed. At that time, Selwyn was arrested by the Ministry of Magic and brought to justice. In order to be pardoned, he personally confessed to a list of members of the Death Eaters, including him, but then Hepp publicly admitted that Lucius was the one who planted food. The undercover agent of the Dead Apostles, in order to allow Snape, who is also a spy, to hide deeper.

His attitude softened.

"Astoria...how is she?"

"It's the same," Draco said immediately. "I'll give her a healing spell every week or two, but it won't take long for it to come back again, more so since Scorpius was born."

"The snake-wood wand in your hand—" said Lucius with a serious face, "is the wand that every healer dreams of, it's taken from the branches of Salazar Slytherin's wand, and it can't even cure it. Blood curse?"

"That spell is so powerful, that an ancestor was cursed and passed down the bloodline of descendant family members for centuries... it manifested in her, and in recent years I have mobilized the best talents in Muggles and wizards, exhausted We have tried all kinds of methods, but we haven't completely conquered it yet."

"I told you a long time ago to keep you away from the women of that family!" Lucius exclaimed.

"That's not what you said at first," Draco snapped. "You and your mother had high hopes for her: the same 28th pure-blood family, the same wealthy family, but later found that she was not interested in blood theory at all. The incurable terminal illness did not break her, but gave her a cheerful , optimism, compassion, and that's what the Malfoys lack...I think it's dangerous that you're still in small groups."

"Enough," Lucius shouted. He stared at his son, panting, "That's a necessary rhetoric. In order to win people's hearts, not to mention Selwyn is pressing step by step and has been coveting my position, I must fight back."

"Even at the opposite of that person?"

Draco asked sharply, "You know his attitude, as far as I know, he has never taken the initiative to explore his own background, no one knows his biological parents - whether they are Muggles or wizards, in his eyes there is no respectively."

His son's words woke him up, Lucius was in a cold sweat, and the image of a polite young man appeared in his mind.

No, it's middle-aged. No, age doesn't seem to mean anything to him. Lucius recalled the wedding two years ago. Only a few close people got handwritten invitations. Judging from the scale of the scene, no more than 100 invitations were distributed.

Now that invitation is in the Malfoy family vault.

Unlike others who have criticized quite a bit - such as a small group that did not receive an invitation, made up of some pure-blood families who narrowly escaped liquidation - Lucius witnessed the smiles on the faces of the newcomers (and even a hint of shyness), He is willing to hold high his hands and feet to support the wedding.

In his mind, the situation was only slightly worse than Felix Hepp picking a mate from a pure-blood family.

This attitude stems from Lucius' reflection on the family's fate.

After experiencing the two chaos brought about by Dumbledore's era and Voldemort, the Malfoys naturally have their own inclinations, they like order, and it is best to have a solid connection with those in power. While people cheered the arrival of a new era, Lucius was deeply disturbed. He realized that the Hype era was not stable and that people would change, just like the Dark Lord once. After the war, Haipu was like a carefree kite, flying higher and higher, and was about to hide in the clouds. God knows when he got bored with his current life and suddenly disappeared.

At this time, a pair of hands grabbed him, and in the foreseeable future, there will be more and more hands holding the kite.

There is no news more heartening to the Malfoy family than this. With Ms. Burns stepping down and Kingsley taking power, Lucius's heart revived and he cautiously stretched out his detective tentacles, but he found that he had an additional opponent - the one who betrayed him in the interrogation room without hesitation. Selwyn, both vying for the support of the remaining purebloods.

"I've got a piece of news," Lucius said slowly, after calming down, "Mr. Hepp intends to hand over the floating island to Harry Potter for management."

Draco frowned.

"In my impression, Potter has been stationed on the floating island for nearly half of the years. I thought it was because his relatives and friends were basically there."

Lucius didn't speak, but almost muttered to himself, "If you want to take over the floating island, firstly, you need to fit in the concept, and secondly, you need to meet certain requirements. He is now the director of the Magic Law Enforcement Department, and he has no basic management skills. Speaking of personal strength..."

"Then don't worry." Draco said with a complicated look.

"Have you seen—" Lucius stared at Draco, then nodded, "It seems the news is true." He pointed to the newspaper on the table, "It will probably be announced during the Quidditch World Cup, he It's your birthday at the end of July, right? You're so young, not even thirty years old..."

Later that day, Draco appeared on the floating island with Narcissa and Scorpius.

Narcissa has stayed in the country for two years, and now she is a little surprised to see the scene in front of her: they are standing on the high point of the floating island, hundreds of fireplaces are standing around them, but they are completely different from ordinary fireplaces, except for the four corners It is made of pure white stone, and the rest of the place is empty, like a large and small stone pavilion, and a flame is burning in the air in the center of the stone pavilion. She glanced back, and so did the fireplace behind her, except that the flames were changing from green to red.

In just a blink of an eye, two more wizards stepped on the flames and came out. They identified the direction in place and walked towards a small white house.

"That's the registration office," Draco said. "First-time visitors have to explain their purpose and leave behind a wisp of magic. Originally, there was no such rule, but in recent years, more and more people have settled down. Convenience management had to add new processes.”

Narcissa didn't speak, she was drawn to the row of broomsticks streaking across the sky, all painted blue.

"It's a public broom, it's slower than a normal broom, and has a height limit, but fortunately it can be used by wizards and muggles. There's a special spell on it that sticks a person's butt to it, preventing the first sitting. The man fell." Draco said strangely.

"I know! That's the invention of Weasley's Witchcraft and Wizardry," exclaimed little Scorpius, "I love it there!"

Narcissa glanced at Draco, who looked away expressionlessly.

They left the hearth, and Apparated to a street, where Draco dutifully acted as a guide.

"The hospital is nearby. You and Dad used to come here a lot, but it has changed a lot in recent years. Physically, the floating island is bigger than it was two years ago. By Muggle standards for a big city, the island can It accommodates 10 million people, but currently there are only about 1 million residents, which is already very lively for wizards. Oh, nearly one-third of these people are wizards, and the rest are scientists and their families who preside over various large-scale projects; Government workers, company employees ... also a certain number of tourists."

Then there was a deafening sound in the air, and a three-storey bus appeared across the road. "Knight's bus?" Draco was noncommittal, leading his way through a grotesque array of houses, all of them wizard-like - informal in detail, often defying some laws of physics, and changing environments.

They passed through a low rain cloud, the hair was brushing the black cloud recently, but the sun was shining brightly around the corner. A grand white building appeared in front of them. This was the Combined Wizard-Muggle Hospital, and the name was 'Wizard-Muggle Combined Hospital', without a prefix. The hospital emblem is a serpent staff - a symbol that can be associated with doctors in both Muggle and wizarding societies.

Of course, if you look closely, you will find that the snake rod is a magic wand, and the snake above is similar to the huge ouroboros wrapped around the outside of the floating island.

Opposite the hospital is a collection of special magic shops from all over the world. As the Quidditch World Cup approaches, tourists take the giant ship to land on the island one after another. Draco saw familiar faces among a group of female relatives. Luna Lovegood was wearing a very eye-catching dress, embroidered with all kinds of Fantastic Beasts, and at the collar was a quirky blue brooch that looked a bit like a cracked eggshell. woman and child screaming excitedly around her.

A brown-haired man trotted over with a camera...

Scamander?

The thought circled around in Draco's mind before being thrown away. They walked into the hospital, greeted by Muggle doctors and wizard healers along the way, and Draco responded with a nod. Narcissa watched all this silently with pride on her face.

He and Lucius did pay to build the prototype of the hospital, but within a few years their husband re-engaged in Game of Thrones and moved back to England, where he could only hear them talk about their recent rebirth in the newspapers and at family gatherings. Which stubborn diseases have been overcome, and which best treatment methods have been screened out. She clearly felt that she was a little out of touch with the times.

They came to the door of the senior ward on the fifth floor.

A woman dressed as a nurse strode over and said respectfully: "Mr. Malfoy, someone from Future World Company sent a letter saying: Another fourteen precision instruments have passed the magic test, and the accuracy is guaranteed. We need your autograph to us. to receive."

Draco quickly signed the document.

He was about to open the door of the ward, but the assistant juggled out the memo and tore the page, "There is one more thing - Mr. Potter came in the morning and said he had some important business to discuss, but you were not in the hospital at the time."

"I see, I will take the initiative to contact him." Draco took the note and walked into the ward.