Chapter 190: This is pushing one

Narcissa's eyes were a bit red.

She rubbed her forehead hard.

She sat up with a bitter smile; she didn't expect that she would recall such a past event in her dream today.

Back then, after she was rescued by Lucius and drank the antidote Snape gave her, she completely forgot what happened during those days.

Snape said she didn't want to remember it herself.

At the time, she didn't pursue that memory anymore.

Who knew that after sleeping and waking up, she had recalled everything. Now her heart was still filled with thick sorrow.

She felt she was a bit ridiculous.

She would actually be sad over such a small matter. What kind of feelings could there be in the Black family? Everything here is about interests.

Even her father only had cold, rigid education for her. He demanded that she must maintain the family honor and must marry a noble.

So she married Lucius and followed the Dark Lord, because only in this way could she become the person her father and mother expected.

Even if the Dark Lord's philosophy made her want to frown when she heard it.

But it didn't matter, as long as she could be powerful, what did philosophy count for? Haven't purebloods always been high and mighty?

And it wasn't until that day that she suddenly understood what she had always been yearning for.

It was this kind of pure emotion.

That child didn't mention interests from beginning to end, yet he staked his life on her.

Narcissa knew that Lucius might truly love her.

But his true love had prerequisites; it required her to be a pureblood and also to believe in the Dark Lord with him.

Later, she felt she only had Draco; little Draco relied on her wholeheartedly and trusted her wholeheartedly.

But Draco was taken away by Lucius to be raised, and Draco began to become like Lucius, advocating for purebloods and advocating for power.

One day, she heard this child actually saying the word "interests."

She was stunned in place for a long time that day and left that place silently. Yes!

What else could she hope for?

Such a life, in the circle of noble ladies, was something many people envied; what was she dissatisfied with?

Just like the pure emotion of the boy she yearned for, wasn't it also washed away by that rushing river?

Narcissa only let herself be weak for a moment, and then she proudly raised her chin again.

She, Narcissa, had no flaws.

Narcissa stood up and dressed herself like a noble lady. Perhaps she should make an appointment with some lady for afternoon tea today? And at this moment.

She discovered that the two-way mirror she gave Draco shook. Narcissa hurriedly picked up the two-way mirror.

No matter how dissatisfied she was with Draco becoming like Lucius, this was still her son, her only child!

This child rarely looked for her when he was at school; could it be that something happened? As soon as she opened the two-way mirror, Narcissa was stunned.

Draco, who had always been so cute, had a black and purple mark on his eye, as if he had been punched hard by someone.

"Mom! Darren Potter hit me!"

Draco shouted loudly; he showed off the mark on his eye, feeling especially satisfied inside.

At first, it wasn't like this; it was him who added some pigment to it...

"What happened?"

Narcissa was heartbroken.

Someone actually hit her son?

Did they think there was no one in her Black family?

"It was Darren Potter from the school; he relied on being the younger brother of the famous Harry Potter to hit me so hard!"

Draco said maliciously. Narcissa was silent for a moment.

She felt the facts definitely weren't like what Draco said, but someone hitting her child like this meant they looked down on the Black and Malfoy families.

She must bring Lucius to seek justice for this child!

"Dobby, go call Lucius over, tell him his son has been hit; he wouldn't still be swallowing his anger, would he?"

"Yes..."

Dobby disappeared.

Afternoon. Dumbledore's office.

"Albus, I think this might just be a misunderstanding; if you are going to expel Darren just for a single punch, I absolutely do not agree..."

Professor McGonagall rushed in from outside, panting. A faint anger appeared on her face.

Why would Dumbledore suddenly want to expel Darren?

That child was so kind, so likable, was he going to be expelled just because he hit Malfoy with a punch?

If Neville hadn't been in a hurry to find her, would she not even have known that the child had been expelled?

"No, no, no, Minerva, you can take a rest."

Dumbledore hurriedly said with a bitter smile.

There were quite a few people standing in his office now.

Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Madam Hooch, Madam Pince... almost every professor who had contact with Darren had come.

Right, even Madam Pomfrey had come to join the fun.

And the cause of all this was Darren, who was standing in front of him, looking as obedient as could be.

"Professor... I'm sorry..."

Darren hurriedly said with guilt.

He had only wanted to radiate his Saint Father light at the time; who knew Hermione would directly drag him to Dumbledore's office.

And invited all the professors she could think of. Fine.

Except for Snape.

Look at the poor popularity of this old bachelor.

"Perhaps there should only be this many people..."

Dumbledore said with a bitter smile.

He looked at Darren, feeling a bit unable to laugh or cry in his heart. ===== CHAPTER 192 =====