Volume 1

August twenty-sixth. Traditionally, on this day, wizards prefer to gather their offspring to school, arranging a kind of holiday on Diagon Alley. And the Malfoy family adhered to this custom. After receiving the letter from Hogwarts, right the next morning, my parents almost forcibly lifted me out of bed, forcing me to get ready.

I myself was not very happy about such a prospect. I didn't really want to hang around in a crowd of wizards. And I was frankly outraged at such an early wake-up call. Yesterday I got too carried away with practicing metamorphism, and therefore I went to bed late enough. I tried not to mention mild exhaustion at all.

Magicians are generally afraid to push themselves to the limit. I suspect the whole point is that overexerting the magician has a feeling of complete lack of magic. Some sensitive individuals generally put themselves in a mental block after such tensions, literally suggesting to themselves that they no longer have magic at all, and they are now squibs.

That's what the squalor of the educational system does. Most wizards do not even suspect that constantly bringing themselves, if not to exhaustion, then coming close to this state, they develop their own reserve of magic. Here everything is the same as with the body, having brought it to the limit, next time it will take this load more easily, especially if the recovery time was sufficient, but not excessive.

In general, yes, I still continued my training, rejoicing at the speed of my development. I don't know what the reason was, but my magic was getting stronger every day. Such progress has not even been observed with me-Tom, and this is already an indicator ... if this goes on, I will very soon be able to directly confront quite strong and old wizards. Not Dumbledore, of course, that real monster from magic, he was decades ago, and what heights he has achieved now ... Yes, I am still very far from Albus, but many heads of their own Families, their best representatives, will very soon be behind me. Although... judging by Lucius, I've already bypassed most of the current aristocrats.

Well, it doesn't matter. The main thing is that this morning I was sleepy, angry and generally wanted to throw curses at too arrogant personalities. For example, in Dobby, this crazy elf has already managed to get me with his mistakes and failures in places where there can't be any at all. Well, at least he punishes himself quite cheerfully. If it were otherwise, I would have cursed him for the first time…

And why not actually? Oh, I didn't curse him before, having had a lot of fun at his expense. But now his self-torture has already bored me, which means that I can practice curses ... hmm, what would come up with such a thing?

After spending a few moments thinking, I took out my own wand and pointed it at the elf. Dobby, such a scoundrel, wanted to run away, but my order made him stop. Well, the next moment, the little body of the brownie was convulsing, crawling around the palace. I just chuckled at such a performance, watching the thin network of scars that spread over the body of the brownie.

Great! The spell worked just fine. I can already feel a thin trickle of life force being absorbed into my body. Yes, I would prefer a stronger donor, but for me, for the first purpose, I can get away with a brownie. You need to test a recently learned spell, generic by the way, Draco's great-grandfather developed it from a to z. In general, I haven't had time to dig into the ancestral library properly yet, but I still managed to get some things out of there.

The spell of the "vampire brand" has become one of the main finds. Mainly due to the fact that there are only a few spells affecting the life force. Even vampires, whose magicians tried to copy their special abilities, could not always work with this energy. More often, they simply took someone else's life along with the blood…

In general, yes, I found the spell really interesting. It was just necessary to make sure that it was working properly. Apparently, it works fine, the descriptions in the magazine coincide with reality. Yes, I already felt someone else's life force, even if it was somewhat difficult to do. I didn't feel that before... I will need to look for information on this topic in the help-out room. And then I somehow feel uncomfortable with nothing to do.

"What did you do to him?" Narcissa asked me, showing only a slight interest in the method of execution. She didn't care about the housekeeper himself, our family has plenty of them, and a few very young ones are already finishing their studies. It is not a great loss, although the absolute majority of magicians may disagree with this.

- Cursed to a slow and painful death. He got me, and I've also studied a suitable spell here," I simply replied, trying not to show my own satisfaction. My own success definitely lifted my spirits. Even the upcoming shopping trip no longer filled my heart with dull longing and boredom. And I'm also going out with Pansy today. I'm sure she already knows about my impending engagement, which means I can't avoid a scandal, or even hysteria.

- You're my darling. Narcissa happily climbed up to me to babble, apparently finding something surprisingly sweet and joyful in my words. Black, what else can you say? I once heard rumors that in their family they teach various kinds of curses almost earlier than the standard Lumos. Looking at my mother, I was inclined to believe it. And the emotions of the woman literally shouted something like "all in me!". Mde…

- Let's move out. Father's voice rang out softly, but imperiously, as soon as he entered the room. The whole atmosphere of tenderness and fun somehow disappeared at once, and I suddenly remembered that today my father wanted to teach me some kind of lesson. Yeah, he always climbs into my life, so he also interferes with enjoying the company of a new mother… Should I curse him? No, it's not worth it. The time has not come yet, and I have enough patience.

But Lucius better not piss me off. Maybe he'll live longer. Nevertheless, my main claim to my father is precisely that he can control me. Yes, I understand intellectually that he doesn't really want to harm me in any way. Yes, and I was able to notice some kindred feelings about myself in this person… But no.

It makes me too uncomfortable just to think that there is a person in the world who can solve a lot of issues for me, while remaining right on all fronts. The head of the family, and the father to boot. You can't trample on such "authority"... if you are an ordinary child in a pureblood family.

I have already begun to think out a plan to eliminate my father. In which, the family will not go to the bottom, and I myself will not be guilty of anything. A difficult task, to put it mildly, but not about that now. At the moment, it was much more important for me to prepare for an early meeting with Pansy.

And you should not forget about your father's lesson. I don't know what this guy decided to throw out this time, but my "past Draco" mask is still not ready for destruction. It should correspond to… And keep emotions under control. There are so many protective artifacts on the father now that they can work even from a simple intention…

The only thing that pleases me is that the kit is not worse. It's like I'm going to war, not shopping.