Time passed quickly when one was getting used to new things. By the time Narcissa had regained her composure and gotten used to school life, a month had passed.

During this month, Narcissa also received letters of greetings from various relatives.

Her father, Signas, sent her a copy of the Black family's defensive magic, and told her to study it well.

Her mother's letters came frequently, almost every two or three days. She sent her cookies, pastries, and the like, as if she still thought of her as a child who needed someone to take care of her.

Narcissa even received a letter from Aunt Walbuga. Aside from the seemingly cordial greetings, there were also some subtle hints, asking if Narcissa had met anyone she didn't know in the Black Manor before she left home.

Narcissa tried her best to reply to them one by one. To her parents, she was obedient and a little coquettish, but to Aunt Walbuga, she was polite but a little distant.

Cyrius had also been writing to her recently, envying that she could go to school in Hogwarts.

Most of the letters were complaints about the old-fashioned ways of the family, and there was a hint of rebelliousness in his tone.

Perhaps it was because he had been punished to copy the Black family rules too many times, but for some reason, he had become interested in the Black family crest. He pestered Narcissa to ask her about the meaning of the "short sword and shield" and the "two leaping greyhounds on each side of the shield" in the Black family crest.

Narcissa didn't really understand the meaning of those images. She only knew that the overall crest implied that the Black family was "the most noble and ancient family".

But Cyrius' letters came too often, and she could only lie to him, saying that the shield probably meant protection, and the greyhounds meant loyalty.

Cyrius didn't doubt Narcissa's explanation. In fact, he found it to be to his liking. So in his next letter, he happily wrote to Narcissa:

"My dearest sister Sissy,

You wrote last time that our family crest represented protection and loyalty.

That's right. I think that's the case.

This should be the most important quality of our family, unlike my mother who always talks about 'pure-bloods like this' and 'pure-bloods like that'.

Sometimes, I really find her annoying. Maybe she's going through menopause?

Otherwise, why would he like to lecture me so much?

And of late, I don't know what she had heard or seen, she had been comparing Rabastan Lestrange with me, and saying that Rabastan was only a year or two older than me, but that was all right.

Lord knows, it struck me that Rabastan Lestrange and his brother Rodolfo Lestrange were the sort of people whose nostrils were in the top of their skulls -- they were always so full of themselves that they feared no one would know they were pure-blooded.

Also, I think it's time for our Maxa, the house-elf who's served us since my father was born, to retire.

She has been slow to react recently.

Last time I ordered her to pour me a cup of hot cocoa, she got me a cup of iced coffee and spilled it all over my new clothes. In the end, it was Kreacher who had to clean up the mess.

I know she's old, so I don't want to order her around, but if I just ask Kreacher to clean up and do other things, she'll cry and cry and mutter, 'Old Maxa is useless and can't do anything for the Black family anymore. The master hates me and won't give me his grace, and the little master doesn't need me.

Old Maxa is useless. 'So I'm going to wait until my father comes back and tell them to let Maxa take a break.

She's worked hard for the Black family her whole life.

Regulus has been growing up so fast lately that he can chase me around.

But he's so clingy, he follows me everywhere, and he's always asking me questions. I don't know where he gets so many questions.

I wasn't like him when I was a kid.

Life at home is so boring. I envy you for going to school.

If only I could grow up faster, I wouldn't be locked up in my house every day by my parents, as if there's a contagious disease outside.

Anyway, remember to write me more often. I'm counting on your letters to bring me more fun.

You're the best, Sister Sissy.

Yours,

Cyrius. "

Narcissa shook her head helplessly. Cyrius was still a child, and he was still so playful. Well, she would write him back after class.

She would tell him more interesting things about Slytherin, and he wouldn't be assigned to Gryffindor out of curiosity.

Narcissa folded Cyrius' letter and put it on the top left corner of her desk.

She tidied herself up in front of the mirror. Lucius asked her to meet him on the balcony on the third floor, probably to ask her about her Christmas plans.

She put on a small windbreaker, sprayed on some perfume, and walked to the rendezvous point.

When Narcissa arrived at the rendezvous point, Lucius was already there waiting for her.

He was wearing a black casual suit and a thin, dark silver scarf. He was leaning against the edge of the balcony with a piece of paper in his hand, as if he was reading something.

He heard Narcissa's footsteps and looked up. When he saw Narcissa, he smiled and nodded at her as a greeting.

Then he looked at the paper in his hand and frowned slightly, as if he had encountered a problem.

After a while, he looked up and handed Narcissa the vellum filled with writing.

"I recently received a letter from Severus Snape."

Lucius rubbed his temples and said to her helplessly, "Although he inherited the Prince family's talent for making medicine, if he insists on being close to Hemp, based on the current situation, I think it's better for us to distance ourselves from him."

Narcissa opened the letter. It was handwritten with a traditional quill pen.

She read it silently.

"Mr. Malfoy,

Zhan Xinjia,

I haven't been able to contact you for a long time. I've already finished studying the book 'Beginner Potionology' that you had the owl bring me.

cure

Potion (a potion to cure scabies). Mother has pointed out a more practical formula, but I still need to repeat the experiment.

When the formula is ready, I'll give it to you.

I'm doing well now.

Father has found a new job as a salesman and is often away on business trips. So I can concoct medicine with mother at home and learn about potionology.

It's a pity that I can't provide you with valuable potions right now in return for the books and precious potion ingredients you sent me.

Spidertail Alley is the same as before.

The only thing worth mentioning is that a few days ago, a family moved into the neighborhood near Spidertail Alley.

That family had a daughter who was about the same age as me. I was sure that she was also a wizard because I saw her fall off a swing, but she was fine because of her own magic.

She has bright red hair and a lively and cheerful personality. I'm sure you'll like her if you see her.

Her family, however, are ordinary people.

Although her parents treat her magic as a 'gift from God' and have never harshly punished or mistreated her, I've seen her sister Muggles unconsciously show jealousy and fear of her.

I'm worried that she'll feel isolated because of her 'difference', so I want to tell her about wizards. But I'm also worried that she won't believe me and will instead cause her fear of magic.

So, Mr. Malfoy, can you give me some advice?

I heard that school has started in Hogwarts. I think Miss Black should be starting school this year. Say hello to Miss Black for me.

I send my sincerest greetings and best wishes to both of you.

Yours truly,

Severus Snape

”

Narcissa finished reading the letter and looked up at Lucius.

Lucius took the letter back from Narcissa's hand and said to her regretfully, "Severus Snape is indeed a descendant of the Prins. Even I'm jealous of his talent in Potioneering. It's a pity that he's a mixed-blood."

He lowered his head and pondered for a while, as if he was making a difficult decision. "Forget it. Let's' help 'him until he enters Hogwarts.

If someone else finds out about this, we can use the excuse that we don't want to see a descendant of the Prins fall.

If he's really assigned to Slytherin, then our investment will be worth it. If he's not so lucky, then we'll cut him off. "

Narcissa's attention was attracted by the red-haired girl mentioned in Severus Prins' letter.

She was a girl with fiery red hair, and her personality was as lively as her hair color.

Such a girl could only make her think of one person — the woman who had made Severus use his entire life to atone for his sins in his previous life, Lily Potter.

"Lucius?"

Narcissa called softly, "When you reply to his letter next time, can you ask him more about that red-haired girl?

I don't know why, but I'm a little interested in that little witch. "

"Tch," Lucius sighed disdainfully. He said carelessly, "Isn't she just a Muggles?

If Severus Snape's talent in Potioneering can really last until he reaches adulthood, then his achievements won't be any worse than the current doctors in St. Mungo.

If that's the case, and he really likes that muggles, then it won't hurt to marry her.

He's a mixed-blood anyway, so he won't be able to squeeze into the center of power of the purebloods.

But if he's valuable enough, then his behavior can be tolerated if he goes overboard. "

But that's not the same, Narcissa thought to herself.

If it's just a momentary infatuation with hormones, how can you spend your whole life because of the joy of youth?

"Luc, I insist."

She said to Lucius with a slightly more serious tone, "I want to know more about that girl."

"Alright, alright."

Lucius waved his hand, "He's asking for my opinion anyway, so I'll ask for you. It's not something difficult.

By the way, are you going home for Christmas this year?

Do you want to come to Malfoy Manor?

My father has already started preparing, and we're going to have a big celebration this year. "

Narcissa thought for a moment, but didn't agree immediately, "I need to ask my parents. If they agree, then I'd really like to spend Christmas with you."

"Alright." Lucius didn't expect Narcissa to agree immediately.

He bent down and wrapped the thin scarf around his neck around Narcissa's windbreaker, wrapping it tightly around her exposed neck.

"It's getting cold. Why don't you wear more clothes?

You're still like a child, and can't take care of yourself. "

"I'm not," Narcissa retorted, "I'm wearing a windbreaker.

But you, you're only wearing a suit jacket. Aren't you cold? "

"I'm a boy." Lucius raised his eyebrows, "Are you comparing yourself to me?"

Narcissa pulled her head back into the scarf Lucius had wrapped around her in a fit of pique, and didn't answer.

"Alright, alright." Lucius held out his hand to her, "I'm going to join the Slytherin team this year. Do you want to watch the Quidditch training?"