Of course, if the guests are invited by the hostess, the first guest of honor should sit next to her.
Harry didn't bring a female companion, in fact, he couldn't bring one even if he wanted to.
First, Vivi is a portrait.
Second, Pabi is a unicorn.
Lastly... if he chose Cassandra, she should be the ancestress here, the real hostess.
Such damned seniority...
Lucius struck a balance, neither overly enthusiastic nor distant.
Harry enjoyed this feeling as well, honestly, he didn't really like being too familiar, and Lucius's grasp of distance made him rather pleased.
The topics were no more than things happening at Hogwarts, matters of Gryffindor, and indirectly inquiring about the duel with Miss Fari.
Harry answered flawlessly, entirely unlike a first-year student.
His demeanor and conduct were trained by Cassandra.
During the summer holidays when Harry had nowhere to go, Cassandra often recruited him to the Malfoy family under the guise of being an "attendant," followed by Septimus Malfoy taking him to attend various occasions.
Even a fool would learn after such a long time.
After the dessert was served, the conversation also moved to the main topic.
"Mr. Potter, I must thank you again for your help with Draco." Lucius said, "As a father, I don't want to see my child take the wrong path."
"You're too polite, Mr. Malfoy." Harry nodded slightly, "It was just a little effort."
Lucius paused for a moment, just as he was about to speak, Narcissa couldn't wait to interject.
"Mr. Potter, is there any way you can save my child?" Narcissa looked anxious, "I have only this one son; I don't want him to be marked by a certain group..."
"This is a very profound Dark Magic curse, Mrs. Malfoy." Harry sighed.
"I know, I know—" Narcissa took a breath, "But my Little Dragon... Mr. Potter, if you can save him, the Malfoy Clan would be willing to pay any price!"
Before Harry could say anything, Lucius let out a soft sigh.
"Xixi's words also represent my thoughts." Lucius said.
Although his wife's sudden speech put him in a passive position.
But he was willing to stand by his wife's side.
Not just for Little Dragon, but also for the unity of husband and wife in facing challenges together.
Harry was slightly moved. Narcissa's love for Draco reminded him of his own mother.
He could see that the Malfoy woman in front of him loved her child no less than his mother loved him.
The most precious thing in the world is to empathize with others.
He originally wanted to use this as an exchange, to gain Lucius's support for his trustee nomination.
However, the mother standing before him made him reluctant to do so.
"I happened to have seen the counter-curse for this in the library at Hogwarts." Harry said, "Considering this curse was not implanted long ago, I can still try to expel it."
Upon hearing Harry's words, joy appeared on Narcissa's face.
"Thank you, thank you, Mr. Potter." She said.
"Draco, stretch out your hand." Harry took out his magic wand—not the holly wood one.
"Is it... possible?" Draco swallowed.
In fact, he wanted to believe Harry, because he somewhat adamantly believed that Harry was the legendary wizard from a hundred years ago.
But the question is, he's now a bit worried that if this mark truly can't be removed, what should be done?
"Rest assured." Harry smiled gently, reaching out his wand to point at the Dark Mark.
Just then, Draco's arm began to throb with sharp pain.
Not only Draco, but even Lucius's arm reacted.
Lucius's pupils contracted.
If he was sixty percent sure before, he was now one hundred percent certain that this Dark Mark was placed by Voldemort.
He gritted his teeth in secret, yet outwardly maintained his composure.
"It hurts a bit." Draco said through gritted teeth.
"Pain is normal, who told you to attach this thing?" Harry rolled his eyes, using Ancient Magic to cover the tip of the wand and point at the serpent's head.
The serpent's head suddenly opened its mouth, biting down on Harry's wand.
Harry tugged, pulling the entire snake from Draco's arm.
He then repeated the same action on the skull, which was also extracted.
Narcissa took Draco's arm and examined it carefully, finding the skin smooth and unblemished, with no sign of the Dark Mark.
The exposed Dark Mark snarled menacingly, as if trying to make a move.
As a result, Harry flicked a green magic spell, dispersing the shadow of the Dark Mark completely.
"What... what was that?" Lucius swallowed.
This...
A green magic spell?!
Silent spellcasting, without brewing emotions, just able to...
By Merlin's trousers...
"Oh, Mr. Malfoy, don't worry." Harry placed the wand in front of Lucius: "Why don't you try a Flashback Spell?"
Lucius took a deep breath, pulled out his wand, and pointed at Harry's wand tip.
"Flu... Fluorescent Flickering?!" He exclaimed in surprise.
"Yes, this Dark Mark was theoretically a shadow that can be used to banish when removed from the arm with light." Harry chuckled happily.
He did it deliberately, just to see Lucius's reaction.
Hmm... not bad, he's finally seen another expression on him.
Lucius, as a Death Eater, had naturally used the Killing Curse.
But the problem is that this Harry is a first-year student!
Which family's first-year student can start with a nonverbal Killing Curse? That's why he was surprised just now.
In fact, the Unforgivable Curse was considered unforgivable not because it could manipulate emotions.
The magic spell requires intense emotional release; using it excessively can indeed make people disdain life—but the issue is that this is still far from 'unforgivable.'
The "unforgivable" part of the Unforgivable Curses lies in the strong emotions required by the spell.
Just as the penal code refers to "subjective intent," if you blow up the ground near someone with a Thunder Explosion and the person dies, it could be considered accidental injury—but if you cast an Avada Kedavra, I'd love to see how you explain that?
If you don't intend to kill, you can't successfully cast the Killing Curse.
"Phew." Harry let out a breath, speaking to Lucius, "Good thing it was timely, if it had been two months later, I might not have been able to do anything."
Hearing this, Lucius couldn't help but press his left arm.
Sigh.
Forget it as long as Little Dragon is free from control.
He smiled at Harry and said: "Thank you, Mr. Potter, you are the benefactor of the Malfoy family!"
"Indeed, Mr. Potter." Narcissa also nodded: "If it weren't for Mr. Potter's help, Little Dragon might have..."
"It's nothing." Harry smiled politely.
Draco tapped the table, a smooth smile appearing on his face.
"See, Dad, Mom, I told you Harry is the legendary wizard from a hundred years ago—Harry Potter, you didn't believe it! I say, only such a legendary wizard could remove the cursed mark from my arm..."
"Draco!" Lucius reprimanded, then looked at Harry: "Apologies, Mr. Potter, Draco... is still a child, his thinking is a little jumpy."
Harry glanced at Draco, honestly not expecting this kid to actually believe what he had said earlier.
However, he didn't mind, especially since he now had the Magic Stone's boost, he didn't fear ordinary wizards at all.
"However..." Lucius continued, "Even Dumbledore or the Dark Demon King didn't have such skills at your age—could it be, as Draco said, you really are the one from a hundred years ago..."