Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

Malfoy Manor.

study.

Draco looked at the desk solemnly, his slightly narrowed eyes full of suspicion.

At this time, the desk in front of him, just like Dumbledore's desk back then, was filled with photos and small notes.

This was the person he had sorted out who was most likely to set up those formations. At this time, his eyes were falling on a newly added photo.

"Creak~"

The door was suddenly pushed open, and Draco, who was deep in thought, was awakened. Before he could see the person clearly, he put away the newly added photo and put it in his arms.

And when he finished all this and looked up at the door, he saw Lucius standing there with a puzzled look on his face.

"Ahem."

Draco coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment, "It's a top-secret document. Father, do you have any business with me?"

The confusion on Lucius's face gradually disappeared, but he did not step in. Instead, he still stopped at the door and looked at his son from a distance.

Draco looked at him firmly until Lucius sighed and shook his head.

"It's nothing, Draco, tomorrow is your sister's birthday, and I want to tell you, don't forget to prepare a gift for her."

Lucius shook his head and finished speaking, before turning around and leaving.

However, before he could close the study door again, Draco stopped him.

"Father, wait a moment."

There was some nervousness in Draco's voice and confusion on his father's face.

What was it that made Draco so hesitant?

"You know what I've been up to lately, don't you, Father?" Draco asked again.

"Yes, looking for the person who tried to destroy the door is not a big secret among the top Death Eaters." Lucius walked into the study and came to Draco and said.

"It's not a big secret, yes, Father, you all know it." Draco said incoherently, as if he hadn't figured out what he wanted to say yet.

"The photo in your arms, Draco, do you want to ask me something related to that photo?" Lucius pointed at Draco's chest and asked.

"Well……"

Draco became hesitant again, and seeing the change in his expression, Lucius retracted his finger.

"I can't guess what makes you so hesitant, Draco, but since you are the one asking for help, you have to express your request if conditions permit." Lucius glanced at the photos on the desktop said.

"That's right, my father."

Draco seemed to have finally collected his thoughts, but it seemed that he had no idea of ​​taking out the photo, "I made a bold enough guess, that it was a person who had almost no reason to doubt, and when I doubted him, I Discover……"

"Is that person His Majesty?" Lucius asked, interrupting his son.

Draco was stunned for a moment, then shook his head vigorously.

"Since it's not His Majesty, Draco, then even if it's me, you can doubt it." Lucius gave his thoughts without hesitation.

"But……"

Draco opened his mouth, but only these two words came out.

Lucius frowned slightly, his eyes carefully scanning every expression change on his son's face.

Then, he suddenly thought of something and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Is it Hermione?"

This question seemed to frighten Draco, causing him to twitch uneasily.

"Is it really her?"

This time, there was unconcealed surprise in Lucius's voice.

The first time I asked, I was just suspicious, but the second time, although I was surprised, I was already quite certain.

Draco nodded painfully and slowly took out the photo Hermione gave him from his arms.

It was a photo under the pyramid. Hermione, dressed in a wizard's robe, looked dignified and generous, smiling slightly at the camera.

"You received this photo a year ago, right?" Lucius took the photo and placed it on the empty spot on the desk.

"Yes, but I never doubted her, so..."

"There is an Eastern proverb, "It's dark under the lamp," which describes this situation.

There was no blame in Lucius's words, but rather a hint of understanding.

After he put the photo back in its place, he came to the opposite side of the desk and looked at the small note next to the photo from Draco's perspective.

That was Hermione's walking track, which was almost consistent with the formation layout.

"Yes, I received her photo before the first abnormal noise." Draco's words contained deep self-blame, "I didn't expect it to be her at all."

"It's not confirmed yet, is it?" Lucius said with relief, but the expression on his face was extremely serious.

He was still paying close attention to the time points on the notes, and the expression on his face became more and more serious as his eyes moved.

"I think you need to see His Majesty, the sooner the better."

Before Draco could speak, Lucius spoke again, and this time there was no comfort in his words.

Draco hesitated briefly, but then his eyes became firm.

"Okay, Father, I'll go right away."

He stood up, picked up the wand and rolled it on the table. All the photos and notes were put into the notebook opened next to him.

Then he stood up, silently picked up the wizard's robe from the hanger and put it on himself.

Lucius looked at his son who was silent and patted his shoulder, but did not say any words of comfort.

"It doesn't have to be her, right, father?"

Draco, who walked to the door with the closed notebook in hand, couldn't help but stop and asked without looking back.

Lucius was stunned for a moment, obviously he didn't expect his son to ask him this question.

There was a brief silence, and before he could give an answer, Draco's figure had disappeared in front of the study door.

Perhaps what Draco wanted was not an answer, but just comfort.

…

Fort Gunter.

"You can't see the Dark Lord yet, Draco, it will take a while."

Bella stopped Draco who wanted to enter the study directly, looked at him with concern for a while and said, "What problem did you encounter?"

"It's nothing, Aunt Bella, it's a very important news to tell His Majesty." Draco said with evasive eyes.

Bella still had a little doubt in her eyes, but she didn't ask any more questions.

Compared to the slightly crazy girl in Azkaban, she is now happily married and obviously much gentler, especially after the birth of her and Voldemort's daughter.

Yes, the baby girl named Delphi Riddle by Voldemort has been born for some time and is currently being held in Bella's arms.

"What are you busy with, Your Majesty?" Draco asked, as if to change the subject, glancing at the baby girl held in Bella's arms.

"Some of the things in the magic text are very complicated. Apart from caring about Delphi, he can't care about anything now."

Bella said with some dissatisfaction, resentment flashed across her eyebrows, "Wait a moment, Draco, wait until the red light in the study dissipates, then you can go in, otherwise it may be dangerous."

Draco nodded after hearing this, but instead of teasing Delphi as usual, he sat down on a chair nearby and waited quietly.

Bella obviously saw that he had something on his mind, so she left with Delphi, leaving Draco some space to think on his own.