"Welcome home, Master," Gigi said as she walked up to Pessatuben and took the box from him.

"I'm going to the basement," Pessatuben said and walked towards the basement.

The seed had already sprouted and was about the height of his calf. It looked very healthy.

Pessatuben took out Dumbledore's blood and put the Nirvana Fruit on the ground.

Pessatuben took out the fruit and poured his blood on it. The fruit turned red. Pessatuben then summoned a transparent container that was much bigger than the fruit and put the fruit inside.

He then poured the sap of the tree into the container until it was one-fifth full.

If one looked closely, they would see that the Nirvana Fruit had disappeared.

The leaves of the tree were no longer as bright.

Pessatuben left the basement after putting away the glass bottle with his blood.

Gigi was very considerate and prepared a sumptuous meal. "Gigi listened to Master's orders. Gigi asked the other elves for information, but there was no news. Gigi was not able to help Master, and Gigi was very sad."

Pessatuben looked at the little elf who was blaming herself and said helplessly, "You've done very well. I'll leave the rest to you."

"Thank you for your trust, Master.

Gigi will definitely complete your task! "Then, the little elf did not disturb Pessatuben anymore. She snapped her fingers and disappeared.

In the following month, Pessatuben began a hellish training.

The feeling of helplessness in front of Chilo was very frustrating. This made Pessatuben, who thought he had everything under control, very unhappy.

Therefore, time flew by in the midst of the high-intensity self-training and homework. Only when Posatu had trained his Shadowless Divine Blade to the point where he could hit wherever he wanted, did he finally end the training.

This also led to him bringing back from Gigi dozens of letters from the Malfoy Manor signed by Draco.

Pessatuben looked at the dazzling golden and fragrant letters with a headache. In the end, he chose to put them aside and opened a letter from the Weasley twins.

The letter said that their business was very good, and there was a gift for Pessatuben.

The gift was a souvenir. It seemed that the Weasley family had gone on a trip together. Molly also said hello to Pessatuben.

Pessatuben thought about it and wrote a letter to Harry to ask him how he was doing. After he finished writing it, he called the owl to send it out.

Then, he opened the letters that gave him a headache...

From the greetings and chatting at the start, all the way to the final outburst where he questioned why he hadn't replied, Posatu finally realized that he had forgotten to tell Draco about this before he went into seclusion. It was clear that the little prince was extremely angry.

Pessatuben hurriedly replied. Not long after, he received another letter. In the letter, Draco said that he was very angry. Because of this, Pessatuben had to stay at the Malfoy Manor before school started to calm his anger. He also sent a magic document that was approved by Lucius and linked to the two flying networks. The magic spell on the document had to be confirmed by both parties before it could be used successfully. Of course, it was not necessary in some public places.

"Master!"

Pessatuben was just about to confirm the document when Gigi ran over in a panic.

"Master's letter was stolen by a little elf!"

Gigi looked very guilty. He, who had always been steady, now wanted to bang his head against the wall. "Gigi is useless. He didn't protect Master's letter well!

Before the owl flew far, it was stopped by a little elf. Gigi wanted to chase it, but the elf was stronger than Gigi and escaped!

It's really a bad elf!

Gigi could only come back and tell Master. "

Pessatuben suddenly remembered that during this holiday, Harry would not receive any letters. All his letters were blocked by Dobby, the elf who had stolen Pessatuben's letter.

The purpose was to prevent Harry from returning to school, and this matter had something to do with Lucius.

"Okay, I know. Gigi, you did a good job."

Pessatuben stopped the elf who was trying to bang his head against the wall. "Go and help me pack. I won't come back before school starts."

As soon as he said this, he saw Gigi's teary eyes. "Director, are you disappointed in Gigi? Gigi is not a qualified elf!"

"No," Pessatuben said helplessly. "On the contrary, you can help me. I need you. You can help me take care of the whole manor, right, Gigi?"

The elf needed praise to be happy. "Gigi promises to complete the task. Gigi will go and help people pack now!" Then, he disappeared in front of Pessatuben.

Pessatuben walked out of the Malfoy manor with some simple luggage. Draco arrived immediately and complained. "So slow."

Posthumben smiled. "You have to give me some time to pack my clothes."

"The Malfoy has everything. Why do you need to pack?" Draco said with disdain.

"Underwear —" Pessatuben just said one word when Draco glared at him. Draco's ears turned red. Obviously, he did not expect Pessatuben to say something so personal.

"My father is not home. He will probably be back before dinner. Mom is in the garden. You can put your luggage down first."

Draco led Pessatuben to the prepared guest room. "Mom will be happy to see you." Then, he left Pessatuben alone.

The guest room was very comfortable. Even though it was the hottest time of the year, the room was still warm enough for the human body. Which house was not like this?

After all, who would suffer when there was magic?

There was a large window with a wide view. The books used to pass the time were placed on a bookshelf at the side. The bed was probably the most aristocratic thing in the entire bedroom. There was even a cloth curtain. The bathroom was also very spacious. It could accommodate about three adults taking a bath.

'The Malfoy family really knows how to enjoy life.' Pessatuben thought happily.

"Pösa." Draco knocked on the door. "Mom is back."

"Okay." Pessatuben put the clothes in the luggage aside and opened the door. "Let's go."

Draco led Pessatuben through the long hall and into the dining room. It was lunchtime and lunch was already set on the table.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Prins."

A beautiful blonde woman stood up from the chair. "I am Draco's mother, Narcissa Malfoy."

"Persatuben Prins, just call me Pessatuben or Pösa, madam."

Pessatuben looked at the great mother respectfully. "I always hear Draco talk about his beautiful mother. It's true."

"Then you can call me Aunt Narcissa too. Madam, madam, it feels too distant." Narcissa pursed her lips and smiled, but her eyes were full of affection when she looked at Draco. "Draco, this child, is always like this. He probably learned it from Lucius. When Lucius comes back, I have to talk to him properly."

Narcissa arranged for Pessatuben to sit beside Draco.

"Draco didn't give you any trouble, right?" Narcissa asked gently.

"No, he's very good and very powerful. Among his peers, he's the best at making magic potions." After receiving Draco's hint, Pessatuben could only helplessly find something to praise.

Narcissa obviously didn't believe him and shook her head. "How can I not know my own child? He's spoiled by his father. It's inevitable for him to have conflicts with his classmates in school."

"Those stupid lions were the ones who started it!" Draco angrily poked at the steak on his plate.

"Draco, manners." Narcissa's tone was slightly strict. "Malfoy never does anything that harms his own interests."

"Actually, it's okay." Pessatuben opened his mouth to ease the atmosphere. "Draco already has the demeanor of Malfoy." Whether it was in appearance, temper or faith, it was obviously not suitable to say these things out loud.

"Lucius always wanted to see you. You're finally here today. Unfortunately, he went out again."

Narcissa replaced the empty plate in her hand with a dessert. "I really don't know what he's been doing recently. He's always so mysterious."

Pessatuben smiled and didn't speak. In fact, he could already vaguely guess something. About The Dark Lord being injured again before, the Death Eaters should have sensed it, just like when Severus drove him out of the office.

Maybe this time, Lucius felt something and wanted to get rid of the diary as soon as possible?

After all, it was The Dark Lord's thing, but it didn't seem to have anything to do with Harry being stopped by D.O.B.?

No, no, Pessatuben felt that he had forgotten something.

Pessatuben also replaced the dessert and tasted it. Well, it was too sweet.

"What?

I don't like it. "Sensing Pessatuben's subtle expression, Draco immediately asked.

Making a guest feel uncomfortable was an insult to Malfoy.

"It's a little sweet."

Pessatuben unceremoniously raised the problem. "Just change it, don't criticize them."

Pessatuben stopped Draco from criticizing the Elves. "Don't waste time on them."

"Okay.

It's really a waste of time. "Draco withdrew the thoughts in his head and continued to eat his lunch obediently.

Narcissa looked at the scene in front of her with interest. This was the first time she had seen Draco so obedient to someone he had just met. Draco sometimes even dared to contradict Lucius. Of course, except for Severus, who was a man that even she was a little afraid of.

However, Narcissa did not mind whether the Malfoy's family was a follower or a leader. For the Malfoy, there were only eternal benefits, just like how they used to follow The Dark Lord. The benefits that could bring them were the best. Therefore, their position was not very important. Of course, if there was a conflict between family and benefits, then family would always come first.

The three of them each had their own thoughts. In short, the lunch ended happily.

After the meal, Pessatuben was dragged by Draco to play in Quidditch for the whole afternoon. Although the feeling of flying in the sky was not bad, Pessatuben felt that his mentality was not suitable for this kind of hot-blooded sport. In the end, he was finally released by Draco by threatening not to tutor Potions anymore.

"You're clearly enjoying it too!"

Draco said unhappily. "You're clearly looking for an excuse not to tutor me in Potions!"

"You're learning too fast, Draco. You've already learned the fourth grade Potions textbook." Pessatuben comforted.

Draco had a look of disdain. "Then, the future Potion Master in front of me, is your Merlin medal fake?

You have the ability to teach me! "

"Why don't you look for Sipho? He's already a Potion Master!" Taking advantage of his height, he patted Draco's head and ran quickly to the house.