After purchasing the necessities for school, there was still some time before school started. Malfoy's daily life didn't change much. If there was a change, it would be his practice of spells.
Crabbe and Goll were very competent as human punching bags. Malfoy lacked a wand and only had theoretical knowledge. Occasionally, he would use some old wands at home to practice, but it wasn't a long-term solution. Now that he had a wand, Malfoy was naturally itching to practice.
As for his partners, who else could it be other than his two followers?
"I wonder if I can get Snape's' Advanced Magic Potion Creation 'now." Looking at the two fat kids lying on the floor, Malfoy lost interest. He couldn't help but be more interested in spells like Shadowless Blade and Fuchsia Bell. After all, with the passage of time, Malfoy had mastered almost all the standard spells. The only things he missed were the self-created spells and forbidden spells like the Three Unforgivable Curses. The only thing he could do now was to become more familiar with the spells he had learned.
"I'm really looking forward to it." Malfoy's desire to learn at Hogwarts grew. Perhaps he couldn't learn anything new in class, but the school wasn't as simple as classes. As one of the oldest wizard schools, Hogwarts had a vast collection of books. This was what Malfoy yearned for the most. After all, there were many things in the world that couldn't be bought with money. Precious magic materials and out-of-print witchcraft books couldn't be measured by their prices.
What was the use of being rich? Without a corresponding status, it would be difficult to be effective. Lucius also deeply understood this point. Ever since Voldemort was defeated, he had returned to the upper level of the Wizarding World and was very keen on improving his reputation and expanding his network. It had to be said that he was beginning to see some results. However, compared to Dumbledore, who had long been respected and the number one person in the Wizarding World, he was still a far cry from him. In the original work, Lucius could only secretly plot against Dumbledore, but in the end, he was easily resolved.
"Stop pretending. I know you're awake," Malfoy suddenly said.
The two fat kids got up from the ground reluctantly, their faces bitter. No one liked the feeling of being hit by magic. Crabbe and Goll might be stupid, but they weren't unconscious.
"Go back." Unexpectedly, Malfoy did not continue his practice.
"I think you guys should go home and prepare. There are only a few days left before school starts. Let's call it a day, "Malfoy explained.
Crabbe and Gower quickly left as if they had been granted amnesty. Crabbe even almost tripped because he ran too fast.
"Am I that scary?" Malfoy found their behavior amusing.
In the eyes of Crabbe and Gower, perhaps there was.
Perhaps it was due to the fact that Malfoy was their father, but after a few years of being together, both Malfoy's usual behavior and his talent in magic were enough to convince them. Perhaps they lacked intelligence, but the instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages engraved in human nature was enough for them to make the correct response.
Even if Malfoy had requested to continue, the two of them would have continued to be punching bags, perhaps unwillingly.
"The challenge is too low." Malfoy shook his head. "There's no such good sandbag in actual combat." A battle between adepts could be said to be ever-changing. This kind of practice wouldn't be of much use. Proficiency and combat experience were two different things.
"Coo, coo." The hooting of an owl came from behind Malfoy.
The Malfoy family's owl was an eagle owl. It was the largest, heaviest, and strongest owl in Europe. Its wings were quite wide, and its pair of large orange eyes were very beautiful. It looked like a king's temperament. It was also somewhat in line with the Malfoy family's nobility.
"Let me see. So it's' Singing Naysayers'." Malfoy reached out and took the magazine brought by the owl and flipped through it. He had to admit that these articles were actually quite interesting, provided you didn't delve too deeply into them. This was also one of Malfoy's rare pastimes. After all, this world's computers and mobile phones were still in their primitive state. Even if they were developed later, there was still a ban on abuse of Muggle products.
After reading the latest issue of 'Singing Naysayers'. Ma Erfu yawned and felt a little sleepy.
"Baby, come here." Suddenly, Narcissa's voice came from outside the door.
Malfoy put the book on the shelf and left the room.
"I think this is too much." When he came to the living room and saw the mountain of luggage, Malfoy's jaw almost hit the ground. This was the luggage that Narcissa prepared for Malfoy. Other than the necessary books and clothes, there were many other things.
"Mother, I don't think I need these things." Malfoy opened a box that was filled with his favorite snacks.
"I don't think you can get used to the school food," Narcissa said.
"Mother, I think that as the heir of the Malfoy family, I can still overcome this difficulty." Regardless of whether he could get used to the food at Hogwarts, even if he couldn't. So many things were too exaggerated. But facing Narcissa who was doing this for him, Malfoy couldn't reject her too directly.
"Okay." Narcissa's mood was a little down.
"Uh, I think it would be best if the owl could send some occasionally." Malfoy changed the topic.
"I knew you wouldn't let my efforts go to waste." Narcissa's mood was obviously better again. She immediately kissed Malfoy on the forehead.
"So spoiled." Malfoy sighed. "But spoiling is better than abuse."
"By the way, why didn't your little girlfriend come to play at home?" Narcissa suddenly asked.
"Uh, I think …" Malfoy was suddenly at a loss for words.
"Did you bully her again?" Narcissa asked.
Before Malfoy could speak, Narcissa continued, "When your father pursued me, it was …" After that, Narcissa recounted to Malfoy in detail how Lucius had pursued her, but he did not know how much she had fabricated.
After hearing this, Malfoy held back his laughter. It was hard to imagine that his father had such a romantic story. It obviously didn't match his usual image.
"Ahem, I think your son isn't the only one who needs to prepare for school, Mother," Malfoy explained.
"Oh, you are the same age. I almost forgot. Then you will all be in the same academy in the future, right?" Narcissa asked again.
"I think so," Malfoy answered.
"I think so too. Other than the few from the Weasley family, there shouldn't be many pure-bloods who are willing to go to other academies." Narcissa smiled.
"Oh, it's already so late." Narcissa looked up at the clock and said.
"Baby, I think you should go and rest. Let's tidy up tomorrow. "Narcissa suggested.
"Okay, Mother." Malfoy nodded and turned to walk to his room.