In the dark blue skylight, three owl postmans walked across the cast iron gate with the "Prophet Daily" of the day and flew into the grand Manor. The family was enjoying breakfast.

"Dad, I want to see it, too."

A blond boy of five or six years old said with a look of hope. He was too short and the armchair under him was too tall. Even if he sat on a thick stack of cushions, he had to raise his head and talk.

The rest of the restaurant was not good enough. For example, the silver knife and fork and dining plate seemed too heavy, which made him very troublesome to eat. The others had almost finished eating, and there was only one-third of the food left on his plate.

Draco spread the newspaper on the table and asked the little boy to see the moving photos on it. Lucius and Narcissa raised their heads from the Daily Prophet and watched quietly.

"Little Scopi doesn't know how to read?" Narcisa asked.

Draco opened his mouth. "I know how to read, grandmother, I can spell out a hundred words." The little boy raised his head, sniffed and said, "Mom took me to read "The Adventures of the Little Wizard Mikechi". Before she got sick, she wanted me to make friends in the nursery."

The temperature in the restaurant seemed to have dropped ten degrees, and it might be Lucius' gray eyes that darkened the tones in the room.

"Just have this idea," Draco said cautiously: "Go in the morning and pick it up in the afternoon. Scopie can play games with other children, listen to stories, learn arithmetic and spelling, and will continue to receive magic education when she gets home."

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

"Father, aren't you having a wide range of friends?" Draco said dissatisfiedly, "It's here! This table! It has received more than a group of senior government officials. Every year, you will take at least half a month to prepare appropriate gifts and visit..."

"That's different." Lucius said impatiently, Narcissa glanced at her husband and son sternly, turned to the boy, "Scorpi, have you finished eating?" "It's finished eating." "Come to grandma, little guy. Haven't you always wanted to sneak into the study to cause damage? There are many portraits of family members hanging there, some of whom can talk."

"Really?" Scolpi's eyes lit up, and he quickly wiped his mouth with a napkin and rubbed it off the cushion, "Is there any Uncle Regules' grandfather? I've heard his story, facing the warriors alone!"

Narcisa pursed her lips tightly, "Yes, in another room, I'll take you to see."

She led the little boy away, and then the restaurant became quiet. Draco and Lucius, the father and son, sat at the ends of the exquisitely decorated and exquisitely patterned long table, observing each other silently, as if they were having some silent contest and confrontation.

"You can stay at home in the afternoon," Lucius said, with a few more wrinkles on his pale, sharp face.

"Another party to contact each other?"

"Don't forget, you are a !"

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

After a long silence, the fire crackled. "Yes," Lucius suppressed his anger, "You are now the director of the Wizard-Muggle United Hospital, and the responsibility is great. Regarding the education of Scopi Little—"

"No need to worry, you seem to have more important things to worry about." Draco said tactfully, "I will never let my children live in a room outside the twelve corridors. Compared to the manor I have lived from childhood to large, I miss the small safe house more."

The safe house he mentioned was originally Nick Lemay. After being inherited by Felix, he lent the and his wife to avoid Voldemort's pursuit. Draco also lived in a short time. After the war, their family naturally moved back to the luxurious Manor, but Felix did not take back the house.

Lucius looked a little dazed. At that time, Selwin was arrested by the Ministry of Magic. In order to get pardon, he confessed to a list of Death Eaters members, including him. However, Hepp then publicly admitted that Lucius was the undercover agent who inserted Death Eaters into the Death Eaters in order to allow Snape, who is also a spy, to hide deeper.

His attitude softened.

"Astoria...how is her situation?"

"Old," Draco said immediately, "I recite the curse for her every week or two, but it won't take long to make a comeback, and it's even more obvious since Scolpi was born."

"The snake wooden stick in your hand-" Lucius said with a serious face, "is the wand that all therapists dream of, taken from the branches separated by Salazar Slytherin's wand. Can't even cure the blood curse?"

"That kind of spell is very powerful. An ancestor was cursed and spread among the bloodlines of descendants of family members for centuries... has appeared on her. In recent years, I have mobilized the most outstanding talents of Muggles and Wizards, and have tried all kinds of ways, but have not yet completely conquered."

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

"You didn't say that at first," Draco said. "You and your mother had high hopes for her: they are both 28 pure blood families, and they are also rich, but later they found that she was not interested in the theory of bloodline. The incurable terminal illness did not defeat her, but instead gave her cheerful, optimistic, and compassionate qualities, which was exactly what the family lacked... I think it's very dangerous for you to still have a small group."

"Enough," shouted Lucius. He glared at his son, panting, "That's a necessary remark. In order to win people's hearts, not to mention that Selwin presses step by step and has been coveting my position, and I must fight back."

"Even without hesitation to stand opposite to that person?"

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

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

No, it was a middle-aged man. It wasn't right, age seemed to make no sense to him. Lucius remembered the wedding two years ago, and only a few close people received handwritten invitations. Judging from the scale of the scene, no more than one hundred invitations were distributed.

Now that invitation letter is placed in the family's vault.

Unlike others who complained about it - for example, the small group that did not receive the invitation, composed of some pure-blooded families who escaped the liquidation by chance - Lucius witnessed the smile on the newlyweds' faces (even a hint of shyness), and he was willing to raise his hands and feet to support the wedding.

In his mind, this situation was only slightly worse than Felix Hepp's choice of partner from the pure blood family.

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

After experiencing two chaos caused by Dumbledore's era and Voldemort, the family naturally had their own tendencies. They like order and would be better to establish a solid connection with those in power. When people cheered for the arrival of the new era, Lucius was deeply uneasy. He realized that the era of Heppo was not stable and people would change, just like the former Dark King. After the war, Heppo was like a kite without worries, flying higher and higher, and was about to hide in the clouds. God knew when he was tired of his current life and suddenly disappeared.

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

No news was more exciting to the family. As Ms. Bones stepped down and Kingsley came to power, Lucius' heart revived, carefully stretching out his exploration tentacles, but he found that he had an additional opponent - the Selwin who betrayed him without hesitation in the interrogation room, both of whom were fighting for the support of the remaining pure blood elements.

"I got a message," said Lucius, calming down slowly. "Mr. Happ intends to hand over the floating island to Harry Potter for management."

Draco frowned.

"I remember that Porter spent nearly half of his time on the Floating Island for several years, and I thought it was because his relatives and friends were basically there."

Lucius didn't say anything, but almost talked to himself, "If you want to take over the Floating Island, one is that the concept is consistent, and the other is that the ability meets certain requirements. He is now the director of the Magic and Law Enforcement Department. He has no basic management ability, and his personal strength..."

"Then don't have to worry about it." Draco said with complicated eyes.

"You've seen-" Lucius stared at Draco and nodded, "It seems that the news is true." He pointed to the newspaper on the table, "It will probably be announced during the Quidditch World Cup. It's his birthday in the end of July, right? He's so young, less than thirty years old..."

Later that day, Draco and Narcisa and Scopi appeared on the Floating Island.

Narcisa has been in China for the past two years, and now she looks at the scene in surprise: they are standing on the high ground of the floating island, with hundreds of fireplaces standing around, but they are completely different from ordinary fireplaces. Except for the four corners of which are made of white stone, the other places are empty, like stone pavilions of large and small, with a ball of flame burning in the air in the middle of the stone pavilion. She glanced back, and the same was true for the fireplace behind her, except that the color of the flames is changing from green to red.

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

"That's the registration office," Draco said: "The first time people come to explain their purpose and leave a magical power. There was no such rule, but in recent years, more and more people have settled in order to facilitate management, and new processes have to be added."

Narcisa didn't say anything, she was attracted by the row of flying brooms passing through the sky, all painted blue.

"That's a public broom, which is slower than an ordinary flying broom and has a limit on the height, but fortunately, both wizards and muggles can be used. There is a special spell on it that can stick a person's butt on it to prevent the first time sitting from falling down." Draco said with a strange expression.

"I know! That was the invention of Weasley's magic trick shop," Scopi Jr. exclaimed excitedly, "I like there!"

Narcisa glanced at Draco, who looked away with expressionless face.

They left the fireplace area, and then the Phantom moved to a street where Draco dutifully acted as a tour guide.

"The hospital is nearby. You and Dad have come here often before, but in recent years, it has changed a lot. In the physical sense, the floating island is bigger than two years ago. According to the standards of Muggles for big cities, the island can accommodate 10 million people, but currently only about one million residents are there, which is already very lively for wizards. Oh, nearly one-third of these people are wizards, and the others are scientists and families who are in charge of various large projects; government staff, company staff... also include a certain number of tourists."

At this time, a deafening sound came from the air, and a three-storey bus appeared across the road. "Knight Bus?" Draco refused to comment and led his head through a strange house. They all had the characteristics of a wizard - details were not limited, and they usually violated certain laws of physics and had a variety of environments.

They passed through a low rain cloud. Recently, their hair was almost rubbing against black clouds, but when they turned around, the sun shone brightly. A magnificent white building appeared in front of them. This is the Wizard-Muggle United Hospital, the name is "Witch-Muggle United Hospital", without a prefix. The hospital logo is a snake stick - whether it is a Muggle society or a magic society, this logo can be related to the doctor.

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

Opposite the hospital, special magic shops from all over the world gathered. As the Quidditch World Cup approached, tourists took giant ships to the island one after another. Draco saw familiar faces among a group of women. Luna Lovegood was wearing very eye-catching clothes, embroidered with various magical animal patterns, and a strange-shaped blue brooch on the collar, which was a bit like a broken egg shell. The women and children around her shouted excitedly around her.

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

Scarmand?

This thought circled in Draco's mind and was then thrown behind him. They walked into the hospital, and the Muggle doctors and wizard therapists along the way greeted him one after another, and Draco responded noddedly. Narcisa looked at all this silently, with pride on her face.

He and Lucius did invest in the construction of the prototype of the hospital, but within a few years her husband became obsessed with Game of Thrones again, so he moved back to the UK. On weekdays, he could only listen to them from newspapers and family gatherings about what chronic diseases they have recently overcome and what best treatment methods to screen out. She obviously felt that she could not keep up with the times.

They came to the entrance of the high-end ward on the fifth floor.

A woman dressed in a nurse strode over and said respectfully: "Mr. , the person from Future World Company sent a letter saying: There are fourteen more precision instruments that have passed the magic test and the accuracy is guaranteed. We need your autograph to receive it."

Draco quickly signed the document.

He was about to push open the door of the ward, but the assistant took out the memo as if he was a trick and tear off a page, "There is another thing-Mr. Porter came in the morning and said there was something important to discuss, but you were not in the hospital at that time."
Chapter completed!