Not only Lucius, but Narcissa also sat on the bed, swaying.
She never expected that one day her son's arm would bear the Dark Mark.
"Lucius Malfoy!"
Narcissa gritted her teeth and looked up at Lucius.
Hearing his wife call him by his full name, Lucius felt a jolt of panic.
This is bad...
As everyone knows, being called by your full name has a certain feeling...
He hastily changed the subject, shifting the pressure onto Draco.
"Draco, tell us carefully, how did this Dark Mark come to be on your arm?"
Draco, terrified by his parents' reactions, felt a lump in his throat and burst into tears.
"Lucius!" Narcissa growled, "You're scaring Little Dragon!"
Lucius's face briefly donned a mask of agony, Isn't this… in such circumstances, Xixi, you're still protecting him?!
But there was no choice; Lucius could only soften his tone slightly.
"Speak, Draco, how did the Dark Mark come to be on your arm."
Draco sniffled and asked timidly, "Dark Mark?"
"Yes, it's called the Dark Mark, Little Dragon." Narcissa used a gentle tone, speaking softly, "Little Dragon, you must honestly tell your mom and dad, so we can help you."
Lucius looked expressionlessly at his eldest son, reluctantly nodding after his wife tugged his sleeve twice.
With a hint of disdain, he looked at Draco again.
Draco sobbed once and began to recount the events.
"I… during Christmas, I found a notebook at home with the name C.C. Malfoy written on it. I thought it was the notebook of our ancestor Cassandra Malfoy, so I observed it closely, and found that the diary responded to my… responses to my words. I wrote questions on it, and it would answer me, as if it had thought."
"It told me that it was actually Cassandra Malfoy, but to avoid suspicion, it had given itself a pseudonym, Melop…
"After that, I kept communicating with her. Later, one day, she appeared in front of me as a transparent soul projection. She looked very beautiful, with black hair and red eyes…"
"You just believed it?!" Lucius thumped the bed, making a dull thud.
"She… she said it was because of dark magic that her hair turned black…" Draco said guiltily.
"She says so, and you believe it?!" Lucius thought his silly son was beyond saving.
"I… I…" Draco stammered, not knowing what to say.
"Continue." Narcissa set the tone.
Draco nodded and continued to narrate the illustrious deeds of 'Melop.'
"She kept using me to get close to Slytherin classmates, absorbing their life force to replenish herself, and even shared some life force with me, greatly enhancing my Magic Spell skills… I heard Potter say it's a spell that overdraws life force…"
"This is evil dark magic, extremely evil!" Narcissa exclaimed, "Now I can be sure, it must be him… it's him…"
"Who is it?" Draco swallowed.
Lucius raised his head, and after a moment of silence, he spoke in a hoarse voice, "The Dark Lord."
Indeed, he also didn't want to believe that the Dark Lord he always served would be so unscrupulous…
Resorting to tricking kids just to survive…
Tricking kids was one thing, but the most unacceptable was that the Dark Lord would actually… actually dress up as a woman!
This was so shameless!
Lucius also began to question himself internally—what in the world did I follow before you?!
"Dark…" Draco's teacup fell to the ground.
"Dark Lord?!" he asked incredulously.
"Yes, no one else would use such evil magic, and no one else could plant the Dark Mark under your arm…" Lucius sighed.
This sigh was not just because his son had been marked, but also for his own blindness in the past…
"Then… isn't it possible it was Potter?" Draco asked suspiciously.
"Potter?" Lucius lifted his head, "Which Potter?"
"Harry Potter." Draco organized his thoughts and then said, "I thought that it was powerful, so I wanted to duel him to save face, but… I was defeated… it was then that he told me to roll up my sleeve and pointed out the Dark Mark to me… could it be that he placed it there?"
Lucius looked at his eldest son with disdain, shaking his head in denial, "Impossible, the Dark Mark is an exclusive magic of that Lord, apart from him, no one can imprint such a mark… I think you must have been under the Confusion Spell, and wouldn't discover the existence of this mark until someone pointed it out to you."
"I see…" Draco realized.
"Besides, Mr. Potter is the Savior of Magic World, how could he…" Lucius scoffed while shaking his head.
He would rather believe that Dai Ying would not consume fish and chips for ten years than believe Voldemort would conspire with Harry Potter.
"However, Potter?" Narcissa lifted her head, "Since this Potter fellow pointed out the Dark Mark on your arm, why don't you invite him to the manor as a guest? Have you forgotten your etiquette, Little Dragon?"
"He, he's too vile." Draco thought for a moment and decided to honestly tell his mom about his encounters at school.
This included how he bullied classmates and how he cursed Hermione, recounting everything in detail.