In fact, he couldn't sleep.
Despite belonging to one of the 28 pure-blood families, he had been exposed to everything that happened in the magic world since childhood.
But today, he was still very excited!
Because he finally had his own wand!
"Fly this way!"
He waved his wand at the cup of water on the desk.
He was finally putting everything he had learned into practice. The feeling was wonderful.
But perhaps because the magical power was too weak, the cup of water slowly moved to the edge of the table, then fell to the floor and shattered.
The boy had no regrets, but a proud expression crossed his face.
He thought: These Mudbloods can't be that good!
Thinking of Mudbloods, his bottom suddenly hurt!
"Damn it!"
He cursed as he thought of the Muggle wizard he had met today. It was a disaster!
But as a pure-blood wizard, he wouldn't care about such a small person. His goal is to revitalize the Malfoy family!
Follow the tall, mysterious man and encourage the establishment of a pure-blood wizarding society!
He is Malfoy first, and then… Draco!
In such a cheerful mood, Malfoy reluctantly placed his wand on the pillow.
Then he closed his eyes, but the next moment he opened them again and looked at the wand on the pillow. After repeating this several times, he gradually fell asleep.
Malfoy had a dream, and everything in that dream came true.
The Malfoy family became the most remarkable and greatest family, and he, Draco Malfoy, enjoyed his father's recognition and praise! And all the passersby on the road politely took off their hats in greeting!
"You're a hammer!"
Suddenly, an obese, round-faced man standing on the side of the road slapped him hard.
"Look at your thin, pale face. Even the cook would tremble at the sight of it!" "You want to resurrect the Malfoy family with that horrible face? Why not resurrect the shit you're going to poop out tomorrow morning?"
"It's easier!"
Malfoy bolted upright from the bed, his face sweating.
He looked as if he'd done something terrible...
When he looked up, a strange green face was staring back at him.
"Ah!" Malfoy yelped in surprise and grabbed his wand!
The parrot darted swiftly and flew out the window, still swearing, "Revitalize that shit, Draco Malfoy."
In the end, the parrot even invented a ballad:
"A turd is revitalized!"
"Who did this? Our great hero, Little Elf."
"Waving his hands and wands, the cook shuddered." Even though it didn't rhyme, it had managed to irritate Malfoy!
"Sorcery, petrification, fainting..."
Malfoy waved his wand angrily, reciting every spell he'd ever encountered, whether useful or not!
But his magic was too weak, or perhaps the parrot was too flexible. After tossing and turning for an hour, he sat up on the bed, exhausted, panting, his voice hoarse.
The damned parrot was intact; it came in and stood on the table to curse, then came out again to curse.
It bounced back and forth.
All night, Malfoy didn't dare go back to sleep. As long as he showed signs of drowsiness, he would be jolted awake!
Like that, he sat in a corner of the bed, legs drawn up, eyes open until dawn.
The young him, the first child to revitalize the Malfoy family. One step!
Let's go. Let's leave that aside for now.
The Gringotts Goblin Bank.
After a busy day, the goblin Laxi walked home wearily, a mocking grin appearing on his hideous face. He had made a lot of money today. When he got home, he would throw the gold galleons in that woman's face!
From now on, Laxi will get up!
But what he hadn't noticed was...
A raven, perfectly blended into the night, was following him silently.
Located in Wiltshire, southwest England. The Malfoy pure-blood family manor.
Early in the morning, Malfoy's bedroom door was violently kicked in!
Father Lucius Malfoy entered, his face cold, and when he saw his son huddled at the foot of the bed, he was furious!
"Good heavens! It's already so late, why don't you go downstairs and train!"
"How can we revive our Malfoy family's great cause like this!" Hearing the words "great cause," Malfoy couldn't help but shiver.
At the table, Malfoy, who hadn't slept a wink of sleep all night, finished his breakfast in a daze and made a trip to the bathroom.
But he suddenly remembered something, and his narrowed, dark-rimmed eyes widened!
He shook his head violently, trying to banish the image from his mind!
But the image was still vivid in his mind.
"Ah!" He grabbed his blond hair, desperate, going crazy.
…
An old castle near London.
In the early morning, a ray of sunlight shines in from the lattice window, driving away the stale atmosphere in the castle.
Aaron Brooke wakes up contentedly from his 118-inch bed.
"Look at how much value our lovely Master Malfoy has contributed."
The first thing he did when he got up was to check the system.
This was a bit like his habit in his previous life…
Before going to bed last night, he temporarily turned off the system, otherwise it would have been so noisy all night. But when he just turned on the system, the system broadcast sounded like beautiful music.
"Huh!"
Aaron looked at the constantly emerging reports excitedly and exclaimed:
"As expected of the pure-blooded twenty-eight families, this is fierce!"