Chapter 744: "The Most Revered Father of Waste"

Maca isn't a sensational person ... uh, at least on the surface, generally not. If you have to say something, he is actually more pragmatic, and he will be more efficient when dealing with others.
Then why did he take the initiative to affiliate his family when facing Lucius this time at Malfoy Manor? Is it really just to give Lucius enough mental preparation time?
Facts tell us that Maca is still that Maca, and he still does not have much sympathy for the suffering Malfoy and his son. The reason he cares so much about Lucius' mood is simply because he has made a decision.
"Mr. Malfoy, remind your house's elves-for the rest of the time, never enter this room without order."
In an empty room on the top floor of the mansion, Maca was painting on the floor, apparently sketching a rather complicated rune map.
Even Snape has seen Maca's peculiar use of ancient magic literature only a few times.
Right now he was standing on the side quietly, his eyes staring at the gradually forming pattern on the floor, seeming to want to see what the doorway was.
Snape also read the textbook used by Maca for class. Now if we look at the rune map that Maca himself constructed, he can only regret to see that these are two completely different levels.
"... Are there basically no ancient Runi combinations in this formation?"
After looking at it for a moment, Snape couldn't help but ask. Maca nodded as soon as she heard it, but the degree of depicting the magic text on her hand did not decrease at all.
"Well, how do you say ..." he explained casually. "In short, the meaning of ancient Runi is too vague. Simple combination may not be a problem, but if the combination is too complicated, it will be difficult. "
He said, but added a special sentence: "Of course, as the" last ancient rune ", it can play a very important role in guiding students to get started. It can even be said that it is irreplaceable . "
At that time, Maca himself started from Runiwen. Without it, Maca would not be able to understand how to understand the deeper magic text.
After he squatted on the ground for a while, a branched rune array was finally completed.
At the moment, although it is only using pen and ink to paint the patterns and lines on the floor, when it is injected with magic, it can bloom a beautiful faint blue light.
"Mr. Malfoy," Marka stood up, commanding at the restless Lucius, who was also standing outside, "Although I had already told you about Draco's condition just before coming here. But I I think you better listen again, including what you need to do later ... "
"Remember, Draco is still the original Draco, your son," he paused. "He may show a completely different character than before, or he may say a lot of mess ... Maybe it will disturb your heart with pleading or scolding ... "
"But as long as you find a way to wake up the other half of Draco's mind, even if only for a moment! I will firmly seize the opportunity to let him recover."
At this point, Maca took out her staff and waved it arbitrarily, and a small statue immediately flew out of his waist pocket. I saw that the statue grew bigger and bigger in mid-air. When it landed in the center of the array, it had completely changed back to what it was after being petrified.
"Remember what I said to you before," Maca reminded again.
Draco's petrified appearance did not change in the slightest. The resentment and terror at that time still came to life on his face. And his expression, of course, had a great impact on Lucius.
"Draco ..."
Seeing the petrification of his son, especially the panic and fear on his son's face, Lucius seemed to feel his heart tightened.
Although his father usually does not indulge his children as much as his mother Narcissa, and sometimes even sternly teaches them, it does not mean that he does not love his children.
And since Maca also needs to reveal his true feelings, he doesn't say anything to suppress the other's emotions. Because it can be seen that after a series of psychological preparations just now, Lucius could barely restrain his inner turmoil.
"Are you ready?"
As Maka took another potion bottle from her waist, she finally asked.
On the other side, Lucius readjusted his face, and after standing directly opposite his son, he nodded and nodded. At this moment, Draco was within the rune map, and Lucius was outside of it. The distance between the two was like a gap that could not be crossed.
No way, Maca said earlier-even a failure is not absolutely unacceptable, but if you walk into that formation, everything is over.
After Lucius nodded and confirmed, Maca waved his staff again, allowing the potion bottle from which the oak stopper had been pulled off to float smoothly to the top of the statue.
The medicine bottle was tilting, and the potion inside was pouring out a little.
As the medicinal solution slipped from the head of the stone statue, the effect of petrification was weakened until it disappeared.
This process is actually not long, and the effective time of the resurrection potion of Mandela grass is quite short. But in Lucius's sense, these tens of seconds were as long as months.
Of course, Maca did not completely lift Draco's petrified state, all he wanted was to be able to talk normally. Soon, when Draco's eyes began to tremble slightly, he immediately collected the potion bottle back.
"... Ah! You're lying to me! No ..."
Draco's thoughts apparently stopped at the moment when Maca petrified him, at that time, he mistakenly thought that Maca was going to kill him directly on the spot. But at the last moment, when he felt that his entire face was numb, he knew that he had been cheated.
Immediately after, he completely lost consciousness.
Now that he has been relieved of some petrochemical effects, he can't help but shout out, but it doesn't take long for him to find himself in a new environment.
"……father."
"Draco," Lucius looked at his son's face with a complex expression. "Draco ... you ... are you okay?"
As Maca said before, Draco was still Draco. Facing his father at this moment, his face also showed a hint of hesitation, as if he was remembering something.
It is not surprising that these sons worshipped their father since ancient times. Draco is one of them.
From a very young age, he felt that his father was cool, and he was proud and confident in seeing and doing anything. For a long time, he thought his father was the most powerful wizard in the world, and he wanted to imitate his every move.
But after that, he enrolled in Hogwarts, Voldemort was resurrected, and the Malfoy family was in turmoil, and the father he admired became more and more blurred in his mind.
Then one day, he suddenly realized that he seemed to be growing up.
Before Draco's mental condition was a problem, Maca's judgment on him was roughly correct-Draco did endure a lot of pressure from his parents' family, which made him almost out of breath.
But there was a sentence, but Maca was wrong.
Draco was not overwhelmed by the heavy reality. He was indeed timid about himself and the future of the family, but he was still trying to straighten his waist.
Even when he was disturbed by a nightmare and his state of affairs gradually appeared, he did not give up, but made his last struggle.
If not, I'm afraid Maca won't have the chance to "save" Draco now.
When Lucius asked a question tentatively, Draco's face changed slightly, but after a while, his eyes again showed a strange sharp edge.
Immediately afterwards, he simply stopped looking at his father's face, but reluctantly turned his head to look at Maca, who was standing with Snape on the side.
"McLean, we seem to ... meet again."
While throwing this sentence at Maca, Draco's face appeared with an ironic smile.
He is still alive, which proves that his observations and inferences about Maca seem to be correct. In other words, as long as he is still Draco Malfoy, Maca cannot really kill him.
Now, even his father Lucius appears in front of him. Doesn't this prove that he is right?
"Yeah! We meet again."
Maca nodded expressionlessly and said nothing. His eyes were also looking in the direction of Draco, but instead of looking at Draco, it was better to say that he was looking at something else through Draco's body.
Seeing Maca's somewhat indifferent expression, Draco narrowed his eyes slowly, and his eyes grew stronger.
"It was so easy to cheat me ~ EbookFREE.me ~ I petrified me when I didn't have time to react, didn't I just guess that I could assimilate 'that guy' ..." He said quietly, "Why, do you think , When my father is here, I cry and cry, kneeling and asking for forgiveness? "
At this point, Draco pouted his lips, and his disdain grew stronger.
"Huh ... OK," he smirked, "untie the petrochemicals! I'll do what you want ... after all, this is my most revered father of waste!"
"Draco, you—"
"Shut up! Dear father," Draco turned his head sharply, and froze, "Did you hurt me enough? Did you hurt this family not bad enough? If I were you, I must be I will give myself a life-saving curse, so I do n’t have to nest in this home every day to bear the curse of the portraits of the ancestors! "

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