Chapter 1723

Draco knew from a young age that he was different.

Yes, he was the little prince of this family; he was different from those other creatures.

He could play indulgently and make any demands he wanted.

Everything he wanted would be placed in his room the next day.

Draco liked this kind of life.

Of course, what he liked even more were small animals.

Malfoy Manor kept many white peacocks; they were very beautiful and cute, but Draco wanted more.

He wanted little rabbits, puppies, kittens... he had all these small animals.

Every day he could hold his little white rabbit and his little kitten and walk around the manor like a mountain king.

He thought he could live happily like this forever.

But on his fifth birthday, everything changed.

Dad asked him to bring his favorite small animal to the study.

He went with his little white rabbit.

Little Draco, the soft and cute little white rabbit; every time Draco went out, he could hear the praise of others.

He was proud of it, proud of it.

He even liked Mom holding him in her arms, calling him "little baby" and "little darling" every other word.

All of this made him happy.

Every time Dad heard such praise, he would smile, neither agreeing nor opposing.

Sometimes he felt Dad was weird, but he loved Dad.

Dad asked him to bring the little rabbit, so he went obediently.

But he didn't expect this result.

Dad asked him to put the little white one on the table, smiled at him and said: "Draco, you are already five years old, you should know that our family cannot just eat, drink, and play; you should also understand some things."

Little Draco didn't quite understand.

But Dad forced him to understand.

He looked at the little white rabbit on the table with a half-smile, picked it up, looked at Draco and said: "Our first lesson today is the three Unforgivable Curses of the wizarding world; as my son, you don't have to really understand them, but you must know some.

What's more, what I want you to learn in this lesson is cold-bloodedness; yes, Draco, the heir of Malfoy, how can he be a child delayed by these fluffy little animals?"

Little Draco looked at Dad blankly.

He still didn't quite understand.

Why couldn't he like the little white one? They were so cute!

"Yes, very cute!"

Lucius looked at him, then put the little white one on the table; he took out his wand.

Draco subconsciously felt something was wrong; he hugged Dad's hand.

"No, don't!"

He didn't know what "don't" meant, but he understood very well that Dad's wand was not a good thing; it would make the house-elves in the manor feel especially scared.

But Lucius pushed him away.

Then Lucius pointed his wand at the little white rabbit and shouted: "Crucio!"

The little white one screamed.

Screaming in a way that was unbearable to watch.

Draco cried until his voice was hoarse.

He wanted Dad to let the little white one go, but he didn't.

He almost cried until he fainted, and Dad didn't let go of his wand.

The little white one finally died.

It had been tortured by the Cruciatus Curse for several hours.

It died.

It bit itself until it was covered in blood.

Blood and tears mixed together; Draco learned a truth: those tortured by the Cruciatus Curse would never come back.

And he could no longer have the little white one.

After he went back, he had a fever for several days.

When he was delirious, he heard the argument between Mom and Dad.

Mom was angry that Dad was too radical.

Dad told Mom that the Malfoy family tradition was like this.

The glory of the Malfoy family made them have to be cold-blooded from a young age.

They can love, but absolutely cannot love deeply.

Draco didn't quite understand at this time, but lesson after lesson finally made him understand that before having strength, one shouldn't be good to anything.

Because he couldn't protect it.

Anything he couldn't protect would leave; it's better not to love from the beginning.

At seven, he was playing in the garden with Goyle, and he talked big about the glory of pure blood.

He knew Mom was not far from him, and he knew she only wanted him to be simpler.

But...

He was tired of hearing Mom call him "Draco baby."

This term was really weak.