Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

Chapter 243 A little plan

"Luke, stop bothering Aurora with family matters!" Narcissa interrupted our conversation.

Narcissa noticed that I was trying to do two things at once: paying attention to the situation on the field and communicating with Lucius at the same time.

"Dad didn't nag you all the time when you were competing!"

Many Quidditch-shaped pendants and photos are placed in the most prominent position in Lucius and Narcissa's bedroom.

There is also a photo of my father and his teammates when he was a teenager.

The young Lucius took the C position with high spirits, holding the Golden Snitch in his hand.

His long, flowing platinum hair fell over his shoulders, reflecting the sun's rays.

Standing side by side with him was Narcissa as a young girl.

She was held in Lucius' arms, her cheeks flushed pink.

Then, Lucius handed the Golden Snitch to Narcissa.

The teammates around him smiled kindly and started to make a noise.

They started their sweet time together when they were students.

"Draco inherited your talent for flying..." Narcissa exclaimed.

"It seems that the girls of the Malfoy family have poor motor skills." Lucius obviously did not forget to tease his wife beside him.

"Damn you Luke! I praised you, but you put me down..."

Draco nimbly dodged the Quaffle's attacks time and time again, fully utilizing the acuity of his five senses to the maximum.

The complete markings made me feel everything he had been through.

All the sounds and sights within a ten-kilometer radius were within sight.

The same was true of the subtle hum of the Snitch's wings.

I discovered that cunning little thing with him.

Lucius and Narcissa smiled at each other.

They are elves, so they naturally discovered the thief's trace long ago.

"Our son is not that stupid." Lucius crossed his arms across his chest, leaned back in his chair, and relaxed.

Malfoy doesn't believe in so-called "fairness".

Is it fair to lower yourself to accommodate others?

Giving up everything you have and putting yourself on the same starting line with others is a complete waste of resources, except for self-satisfaction.

Although Draco discovered the thief's movement trajectory, he was not in a hurry to expose himself.

His eyes and body movements did not follow the thief, but he skillfully and continuously closed the distance between them.

"So bad..." I stared at him intently, my fingers involuntarily clenching the hem of my skirt.

Narcissa spread my fingers apart and interlocked them with mine: "Don't be nervous, Draco can win!"

"Mom, I'm not nervous. I have confidence in my brother!" I explained quickly.

"You tend to pick your hands when you're nervous. Look at what's happened to you now."

Narcissa turned my hand over.

The nails that I had carefully processed were now in a terrible state. The top layer was scratched and became uneven...

"So ugly..." I cried.

"Hold my hand and you won't scratch it," Narcissa said gently.

Mom, she is so gentle...

At this moment, the battle-hardened Gryffindor captain Wood shouted, "Ginny, follow Malfoy, he has found the Snitch!"

It's over, exposed!

This scene was faithfully recorded by the live camera!

The whole place was excited.

Draco stopped playing the pig and eating the tiger, and his eyes became sharp.

Ginny was yelled at by Wood and had to cheer herself up. She stuck to Draco like a little tail.

"I saw it too!"

Ginny screamed and rushed forward like an arrow.