Chapter 192: Say it

Dumbledore was a bit angry.

Malfoy's behavior completely violated his principles. This time he might have to use some dishonorable means. His eyes gradually became serious.

It was just that what he said was immediately interrupted by other professors.

"What do you mean it's not just a matter of a single punch?"

"Yeah, this is just a matter of a single punch, don't make a mountain out of a molehill!"

"Don't be so strict with children, Darren is so obedient, how could he be wrong?"

"As for that little injury of Malfoy's, I can heal it with one spell."

"Yeah!"

The professors said excitedly. This stunned Dumbledore. He shook his head helplessly.

"No, no, no, I didn't mean that, I meant..."

Dumbledore was interrupted again.

"Dumbledore, look at your good student, what he's turned Draco into?

Dumbledore, it seems you aren't as good at managing the school as you imagined!"

Lucius walked in from outside, raising his head proudly, his hands gripping a cane inlaid with a red gemstone.

His expression was cold and carried mockery.

At this moment, he was questioning Dumbledore from a high position.

His eyes swept over all the professors present, and then he placed his stern gaze on Darren, Ron, and Neville.

Hermione was excluded by him.

A girl couldn't beat Draco at all. So it must be one of these three boys.

He didn't know which one.

He pulled Draco out from behind him, curled his lip, and asked: "Draco, which student hit you? Point him out to me and your mother!"

Narcissa had called him out in a hurry, saying Draco had been hit at school. He asked for the name, and Narcissa said she forgot and that he would know when he asked Draco at school.

So Lucius and Narcissa came to the school, picked up Malfoy, and then came to Dumbledore's office.

No matter which student it was, anyone who dared to hit his son, Malfoy, would have to be punished.

Even if they couldn't be expelled, they would have to receive a stern warning.

Of course, the main reason he came here with such fanfare today was that he wanted to see his other child, Darren Potter.

He, Malfoy, could actually have another child!

Although Narcissa had given birth to Draco with him, one child always made him feel it wasn't enough.

The more heirs, the better, of course.

It was just that because of various reasons, he couldn't acknowledge him, and couldn't even go see him secretly.

After all, his tracks would always be watched by someone, and if they knew he had secretly seen that child.

No matter if it was for him or for that child, it would be very bad. It was just that he actually had such a big child outside.

His heart was filled with confusion and expectation.

That child hadn't grown up by his side, and he didn't know what he had become, had he suffered?

Was he doing well?

A while ago, he heard Draco say that the child couldn't even afford a broomstick.

So he hesitantly bought him a broomstick in Draco's name last time; who knew it would actually be returned.

Draco said many people had sent broomsticks to that child, and there was no other way, so the child could only return everyone's broomsticks.

He was a bit helpless, wanting to say he wasn't an outsider.

Buying a broomstick for his own child, was there any problem with that? But there was.

That child didn't even know his identity. Lucius felt a slight sense of guilt.

If he had known earlier that the child was his, he would never have let him suffer such hardship!

So, although he came here to stand up for Draco, he was also here to see that child more.

He couldn't even know what his own child looked like. In fact, he couldn't even remember what Lily looked like now. He still felt it was absurd.

How did he do anything with Lily?

He even went to Azkaban two days ago to see Bellatrix, wanting to learn something from her mouth.

As a result, Bellatrix kept mocking him, saying he was a softie.

He should also be staying in Azkaban to show his loyalty. He walked out of Azkaban with a cold face.

The doubts in his heart didn't decrease at all. Bellatrix should not know about that matter.

And he didn't know, Lily didn't know, how did this child suddenly appear?

But the Malfoy blood in that child's blood couldn't be fake. And it was the purest Malfoy blood.

Even purer than Draco's.

Such a pureblood was indeed his seed.

If it weren't for worrying that Narcissa would be angry and use the power of the Black family to be detrimental to that child.

And worrying that Severus would know the truth and quietly poison him to death.

As well as being known by the Dark Lord and the Death Eaters, using that child to threaten him. Lucius felt he could still struggle a bit.

However, precisely because of these various reasons, he could only choose not to acknowledge that child.

Perhaps, in this way, both sides would be very safe. Because of the guilty conscience in his heart.

Lucius didn't notice his wife's emotions as he usually did.

If he wasn't burdened with so many things in his heart right now, he would have been able to discover.

Underneath his wife's elegant and noble exterior, there was an excitement that was almost uncontrollable.

He cleared his throat and looked at Draco.

"Child, point him out!"

Now, stand up for Draco first, otherwise, if this child gets angry and accidentally reveals that Darren is his son, what then?

Hmph, in a moment he would make an Unbreakable Vow with him!

Lucius thought this in his heart, his expression unchanged, looking extremely cold and arrogant.

Draco Malfoy stepped out from behind Lucius sheepishly. Uh.

He really hadn't thought it would cause such a big scene.

His original purpose in complaining to Narcissa was to have Narcissa come over and help him teach Darren a lesson.

Who knew his mother would actually call his father over.

They had now even come to Dumbledore's office, gathering almost all the professors he knew.

Except for Professor Snape.

Fine, Professor Quirrell didn't count in his eyes at all.

Everyone was looking at him now, looking at the black and purple mark on his eye.

Even if Draco had the attributes of a brat, he couldn't take it anymore at this moment. So, could he slip away now?

Just say it was a misunderstanding?