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It turned out that after Draco injured his leg, he could only stay in bed all day, which was tantamount to torture for a child.

The nurse was afraid that he would be bored and cause some trouble, so she sent a newspaper every day to entertain Draco.

But who knows, his parents will die, and it will be published in the newspaper.

Thinking of this, the nurse felt even more aggrieved, and said in tears, "Anyway, since he read the newspaper, he has been locking himself inside for several hours."

"It's okay, I'll go in and take a look." The mage's steady voice always filled people with a sense of trust.

Even though she was very sad, the nurse still did not forget to ask: "Excuse me, old man, please ask, who are you?"

"Me?" Lu Wu smiled: "I am his teacher."

After all, he walked through the door like a ghost and entered the ward.

This is a suite with very luxurious decoration. First of all, there is a small living room when you enter, and then you go inside to the single ward where Draco is.

There are also independent bathroom facilities in the ward.

On the spacious and soft hospital bed, the young master of the Malfoy family was covering himself in the quilt, and faint sobs could be heard in the faint.

On the table next to the bed, bunches of flowers were piled up, but unfortunately no one took care of them, they were a little wilted.

The mage walked to the hospital bed and saw a chair there, so he sat down.

He didn't talk to Draco either, just peeled the freshly conjured orange by himself.

After peeling off the orange peel, carefully clean up the white orange tangerine on the top, and then put it into the mouth one by one.

When the mage ate the third orange, Draco finally couldn't help it, suddenly lifted the quilt, and shouted at him: "What are you doing here, I don't need pity from you people!"

"Get the hell out of here!!!"

At this time, the young master's eyes were red and bloodshot, his cheeks, which were not fat at all, looked even thinner, and the light golden hair on his head was now completely white.

Who could have imagined that it was only a few hours before he received the news of his parents' death.

Facing the angry little snake, the mage didn't react. He just picked up the freshly peeled orange and asked calmly, "Do you want some oranges?"

The steady and unwavering tone touched Draco's heart inexplicably.

He couldn't help but think of the father who looked arrogant and strict on the outside, but was actually the most indulgent.

Therefore, Draco was no longer angry, and the tears in his eyes could no longer be controlled, gushing out like a bank bursting.

He wept loudly, venting his inner grief to his heart's content, with a loud voice that even the nurse standing outside the door could hear clearly.

The mage just watched quietly and did nothing.

After more than ten minutes, the crying gradually weakened. Draco regained his strength, wiped away the tears on his face, and said with a sob: "Teacher, I...I want to go home and have a look."

At this moment, the spoiled and defiant young master changed. The sudden family accident forced him to grow from a boy to a man.

Draco has already begun to think about how to spend the rest of his life after losing his parents.

As the only remaining heir of the Malfoy family, he must take up the responsibilities left by his father, let the family continue, and even make it more glorious.

The mage finally responded to his request: "Yes."

In addition, he also used the power of the rune to help Draco heal his injured leg.

Stuffing the peeled orange into Draco's hand, Lu Wu opened a portal beside the hospital bed and walked in directly.

"Hold on, kid."

Draco, who was thinking about why his legs could suddenly move, rushed into the portal after hearing the mage's call.

The next second, they appeared on the ruins of Malfoy Manor.

The young master originally thought that he had become stronger, but when he saw the gray and dilapidated ruins in front of him, his legs softened and he couldn't help but kneel down.

At the same time, the body kept shaking, and the knuckles that were tightly held together turned white.

He wanted to cry very much, but it seemed that he had cried too much just now, and now he couldn't even squeeze out a single tear.

He could only open his eyes wide and stare at the incomparably bleak scene in front of him.

Anger, hatred, grief, all kinds of emotions came to mind for a while, almost crushing his young body.

However, just when Draco was about to collapse, a rough but warm hand was placed on his shoulder.

"There's more to life than sunshine and rainbows, kid."

The mage's voice made Draco feel an inexplicable strength in his heart, and he turned his body around in a kneeling position.

"Teacher, accept me as a disciple, I want to learn arcane arts with you."

"I want revenge, I want to avenge my parents, and the entire Malfoy family!"

"You are my disciple now." The mage patted the top of his head lightly, and said slowly, "Don't be blinded by hatred."

Draco's eyes became firmer: "Teacher, don't worry, I know what to do."

Lu Wu still looked indifferent, and didn't react to his words: "It's good to know, your life is still long."

When the mage finished speaking, Draco fell to the ground and fell into a coma.

When he woke up again, he had arrived at the Minister's Office of the Ministry of Magic.

"Hello, Uncle Fudge." Draco hurriedly got up from the sofa and greeted the Minister of Magic who was standing not far from him.

Fudge marveled at his rare courtesy, and at the same time mourned the rest of his life.

"You wake up, drink some water."

"Professor Ruiz sent you here to let you see your parents for the last time."

"Oh." Draco nodded, he really wanted to see his parents, but he asked quickly, "What about the teacher, where did he go?"

Minister Fudge poured him a cup of hot water, and then explained: "He left earlier, and asked you to stay here for a few days."

"I'll pick you up back to Hogwarts after your parents' funeral is over."

Hearing this, Draco couldn't help asking: "What's the matter?"

"About you." The minister took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to the young master: "Look at it, the details are written on it."

Draco, who was obviously much calmer than before, opened the envelope and sat on the sofa to read it carefully.

There are only a few short sentences in the letter, and the meaning is very simple and clear.

In order to prevent the offshoots of the Malfoy family, or wizards who have a relationship with the family, from doing some crooked ideas that shouldn't be done, such as robbing the remaining property of the family.

The mage is going to talk to these people.

After reading all the letters, Draco immediately stood up from the sofa and said to the minister in an unbelievable tone:

"Professor Ruiz said he will be my godfather!"