Chapter 362: Lucius' hesitation

Perhaps he was aware of the unusual atmosphere, and Lucius suddenly swept his light gray eyes towards the dining table.
There is more than one person on the table, not just his wife!
Even if there is some change, the general outline will not change, and there is the standard light blonde hair.
"Draco?"
He whispered his son's name in shock.
After seeing the boy sitting opposite Narcissa, Lucius was so sure that his son was back now!
"Dad, I'm sorry, I didn't come back until now, worrying you and your mother." Malfoy stood up, then looked up and said apologetically.
The eyes of father and son met at this moment.
But the first time did not show the ecstasy of imagination, but squeezed his silver snake head cane.
As the head of the family, even if they are excited, they can't be too intense and can't be happy.
He had just returned from Dumbledore’s funeral at this time. For some reason, instead of using the flyway powder network through the fireplace in his home, he made a circle and rushed back from the nearest network outside, so it looked a bit dusty. Servant.
"Very good, good, just come back, it's fine if people are fine." Even though he has tried his best to calm himself down, but the excitement still can't calm down, and nodded twice, the words are not smooth, just because The breath that calmed down during the journey troughed again.
He sorted out his thoughts and tried to keep himself self-sustaining.
"When will you be back?" he asked as quietly as possible, sorting out his clothes, but his quick footsteps still exposed his current mentality.
Lucius then quickly walked to the dining table, hugged his son and patted his back.
"It's less than half an hour," Malfoy answered.
"Let Draco eat first. These questions will be asked later." Narcissa said angrily, blocking his question back at once.
Lucius looked stiff, but then he smiled comfortably.
He knew that his wife would love her son well.
Inquiries are not in a hurry, anyway, his son has now returned, and those questions can be asked slowly.
"Well, let's eat first. It happened that I was hungry too. When I went to Hogwarts, it was too late to stay outside." He said with a smile, the wrinkles on his face seemed to have been smoothed a lot.
He pulled a chair from under the table and sat down with Malfoy, but his eyes never moved away from his son.
It must be said that even if Dobby is absent, this meal is quite hearty.
"Draco, why don't you eat meat?" Narcissa watched Malfoy pick some lettuce frequently, with a distressed expression on her face, trying to push the plate in front of him.
"Oh, mom, I really have no appetite." Malfoy can only explain this because he is telling the truth.
When I was in a fishing village in Germany, I had no choice but to eat fish for a long time. When I ventured into the wild, I had the opportunity to hunt and eat some fresh food. There was no chance. Extend the canned meat in the package.
It made him miss the fresh fruits and vegetables inexplicably.
Compared to game, edible plants that grow naturally in the wild are not so delicious.
However, in terms of dietary conditions, in fact, Malfoy’s standards have not dropped much these days, but the urgency brought about by stress is very different from the past.
After a while, the meal was over.
Taking out the paper towel and wiping his mouth, Malfoy was only a little bit back to the civilized world at this time.
Not long ago, the series of unexpected situations made him completely unable to calm down. At this time, when he recovered, he really realized that he had gone home.
Inexplicably relieved.
It was only quickly that Lucius' questions were thrown over.
"Where have you been these days?"
"Why not go home, Dad will solve all your difficulties for you."
"Why did you pick back now, do you know Dumbledore is dead?"
"Ask more slowly! Draco will tell you! He hasn't been caught by Auror yet, but he was first considered a prisoner by you." Narcissa said angrily.
Lucius could only show a bitter smile on his face.
Later Malfoy dealt with many questions from his parents and answered some of their confusion.
Narcissa took it all and nodded again and again, but Lucius's eyes did not seem to be so credulous, and looked at his children with scrutiny and concern.
As the father of his son, the helm of the Malfoy family, the master of trickery, there is no good reason, it is difficult to be convinced, he only believes in his judgment.
His brows were always tight, but in a short time, nothing could be analyzed.
"The Dark Lord may be back today." Lucius said abruptly at this time.
Malfoy looked aside and fell into silence and thought. He could guess that Voldemort still used this as his base~EbookFREE.me~The Malfoy Manor covers a large area, and there are many similarities in the underground. Gwarts's secret passage, taking a step back, can hide some newly joined Death Eaters, and furthermore, can also be used as a strategic offensive point.
Voldemort will definitely not live in the wilderness.
How to behave in front of his eyes has become a very serious question.
What exactly needs to be done to maximize the trust of that person?
Malfoy was in a state of anxiety. Even after so long, he still panicked the road ahead, fearing that he would lose all the time.
When his thoughts were about to drift away, Lucius pulled back with a whisper.
"No... The Dark Lord may have come now, I have to take a step first." Lucius's left arm suddenly shuddered, the brow furrowed subconsciously, and the subconsciousness appeared in his gray eyes. Fear and disgust.
Murmured.
Malfoy could feel his father's reluctance to call the Dark Lord.
"I'm going first." He said to the two people at the table in a hurry, then got up, left the living room, and walked to his own bedroom.
The room is now part of Voldemort, and it is also the place he uses when talking to his confidants.
For his home, Lucius was familiar with the road, bypassing a few aisles, branching through the roads, and quickly found his own room.
It was just that he stood stiffly outside the door, his expression caught in some hesitation, the raised hand was gently raised, and he lowered it again.
His son returned, making him less eager to continue asking for help from Voldemort.
But this was not shifted by his will. A mistake that angered the man might bring disaster.