Beige birch window sill gauze curtains lifted, golden beams of light penetrated the white room, and the elegant side wall was embellished with a flower relief halo gradient layer.

　　Iron also warmed the bed between the columns, wrapped in a sheet lying on the side of the sleep of the pretty face.

　　Warm breeze, blowing the flow of light and shadow, tightly closed eyelashes slightly trembling.

　　With every burst of daylight, the sleeping form will be unbearable to disturb like knitting up both eyebrows.

　　For the innocent age brings disproportionate sadness.

　　The door of the room was gently slammed, and a head of long blonde hair changed into the morning dress of the witch, with a warm smile walked in, gently sitting on the edge of the bed.

　　The witch reached out lovingly and brushed the soft silk of her beloved daughter, which was just like her own.

　　Bending down, she kissed the sleeping face that was still tender but couldn't hide her pretty features.

　　‘It's time to get up, Draco.’

　　‘Hmm? Oooh ......’

　　The bedraggled young girl let out an extremely petulant whimper, burying her face deep into the pillow.

　　Looking at her daughter, who only played such a trick on her before waking up, Narcissa Malfoy couldn't help but have a smile curl up at the corners of her mouth.

It is only at such moments that a daughter can be allowed to show a side that is not befitting of a lady of the house.

　　‘It doesn't matter if you don't get up, Pansy and Daphne are waiting for you downstairs.’

　　‘Their owls are already here.’

　　Narcissa said as she got up and stood away from the bed, mouthing words that would inevitably cause her beloved daughter to roll over and get up.

　　As if on cue, the figure that had been hiding under the covers moments before sat up abruptly.

　　The pale grey eyes had turned from hazel sleepy eyes to eagerness in a matter of moments.

　　Narcissa smiled and gently snapped her fingers with her right hand.

　　With a snap, a short figure sprang out of thin air in the room.

　　‘Dobby is for the sole use of the Lady. Good morning Lady and young master.’

　　The house elf bowed deeply, his high-pitched tones ringing out at the same time.

　　‘Good morning, Dobby.’

　　The young girl sitting on her bed smiled sweetly at the pixie and softly greeted her.

　　‘Miss Malfoy is ready to get up, I'll go downstairs first, please, Dobby.’

　　Narcissa finished, walking out of the room and taking the door with her.

　　The elf wiggled her fingers and her morning robe floated out from the wardrobe, gently covering Draco's shoulders and neck.

　　Draco reached up and pulled it over, gathering the robe together to hide the silk shirt embellished with lace.

　　‘What would the young master like to wear today?’Dobby blinked his large round eyes.

　　‘Birthday present.’Draco said, stifling a yawn.

　　Draco had just finished speaking when Dobby waved his hand again.

　　Brings out of the wardrobe a long linen dress in a pale green color.

　　The dress was drop-dead gorgeous, with elbow-length lantern sleeve hems that were slightly pescetarian, and a high-waisted silhouette with a fold of detailed willow corset sewn on.

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　　Immediately after waving a finger, so that the corner of the room, connected to the bathroom door open, the dress with hangers hanging on the door hook, waiting for the little master to enter the freshening up and dressing.

　　Looking at the hanging eleventh-birthday present, Draco smiled brightly.

　　‘Is Daddy home?’

　　Softly asking the question, Dobby respectfully replied.

　　‘Master has gone to work at the Ministry of Magic.’

　　‘It's just Madame at home with Parkinson and Miss Greengrass.’

　　Without waiting for Dobby to finish, Draco suddenly jumped out of bed and clapped her hands together. A flash of light streaked by and Dobby suddenly floated into mid-air.

　　The elf let out a strange giggle, and with another plop-chop, the

　　The figure flashed behind Draco and gently patted Draco's shoulder as it landed from mid-air.

　　‘Miss Malfoy is very talented! But it still needs practice!’

　　Listening to Dobby's contrived mannerisms, Draco turned and made a face at her.

　　‘Next time you're not allowed to cheat by fading without a trace.’

　　It was an occasional playful moment between the young Malfoy housemaster and the elf who had been her companion since childhood.

　　Of course, only when Lucius Malfoy was not at home, the two would dare to play like this.

　　Narcissa? Although she knew about it, she didn't interfere much.

　　Daughters of pureblood nobles should always learn how to protect their secrets.

　　As long as this unseemly behavior didn't leave the room, she wouldn't particularly point it out.

　　‘It was the young master who made the sudden sneak attack first.’Dobby retorted noncommittally.

　　The little elf had always had an independent mind, which was why she was so playful and fun with Draco.

　　Draco could only sputter sheepishly in the face of the Pokemon's accusation.

　　Stepping into the bathroom, she closed the small door.

　　Dobby whirled around and began to work his Pixie magic, making the bed.

　　After completing the cleaning of the boudoir in a flash of lightning, he returned to the kitchen.

　　Malfoy Manor was one of the oldest noble estates in England.

　　Ever since the distant ancestor of the Malfoy family set foot on the land of England with William the Conqueror, and was granted hereditary nobility because of his great achievements, the Malfoy family has been living in this gorgeous manor in Wiltshire, in the south-west of England, for generations.

　　The main house of the manor, in the era of Queen Elizabeth, is no longer a fortress of armaments, but the Renaissance Complex style architecture.

　　In the parlor of the main house, where, apart from the sitting room, family and friends take an afternoon nap, today, uncharacteristically, two delicate voices echoed in the morning.

　　One was quaint, the other quiet and light.

　　‘What would happen to her if she hid her letters?’

　　The quirky voice came from a girl with short, over-the-ear black hair.

　　Wearing a short version of a dark black top with indigo denim shorts, the girl couldn't stop the heels of her oxfords from tapping against the wooden floor as she walked back and forth across the room.

　　‘Don't you guys fight again...’

　　In contrast to the vivacious young girl, the girl was sitting softly and elegantly in an armchair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

　　The snow-white halter dress was delicately sewn with flower petals, and a head of long blonde hair was slightly curled like waves, draped in front of her body.

　　The quiet girl seemed to be weak, and a straw hat was placed on her knees to shield her from the sun.

　　‘You look like mummy like this!’

　　‘Obviously, the fights are from when we were kids.’

　　‘We're only eleven, we can't be considered adults yet.’

　　‘............’

　　‘Astoria can't be controlled by you like this every day... It's pathetic ......’

　　‘Pansy...it's rude to talk like that.’

　　‘Just kidding!’

　　The two of them were talking back and forth, their childish voices pretending to be old-fashioned, like wind chimes intertwined under the high roof.

　　Until the parlor door slid open at first, accompanied by an equally childish, but authoritatively petulant rebuke.

　　‘Pansy? Parkinson!’

　　‘Your shenanigans can be heard from the gallery, and there is no trace of the manners of a lady of the world.’

　　Draco Malfoy, who had changed into a pale green linen dress, walked in with elegant manners.

　　Her long, smooth, blonde hair was brushed back along the hair band, revealing a slightly gathered pale forehead.

　　When viewed from the side, it accentuated the already delicate features.

　　As the silhouette of the manor's young master appeared, the short-haired girl named Pansy did not care about Draco's reproach.

　　Letting out a scream of surprise, she quickly leaped forward and hugged Draco, who was somewhat at a loss for words.

　　‘Draco! We got the letter of admission!’

　　‘Let go... Let go of me! This is so unseemly!’

　　Pansy's excited yell was accompanied by Draco's whining.

　　The young girl who had been sitting elegantly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window enjoying the sunlight rose and placed the large round straw hat on her lap in her chair, coming forward quietly with a gentle smile on her face.

　　‘Don't make a fuss about Draco, Pansy.’

　　‘But I haven't seen her in so long!’

　　The young girl said politely, but Pansy continued to cling to Draco. Even though they were the same age, the young girl was more like an elder sister.

　　‘Obviously, we only met on Draco's birthday last month.’

　　‘Right... Yeah! Let go of me!’

　　Pansy managed to let go, and Draco's fair face, already bashful from the sudden physical contact, was tinged with blush.

　　‘Heh heh heh, still so easily shy, Miss Malfoy.’

　　‘Pansy...’

　　Pansy teased unkindly, and before Draco could snap, the young girl had already spoken up to stop it.

　　Then walked over to Draco and spoke softly.

　　‘It's good to see you, Draco.’

　　‘Nice to meet you too, Daphne.’

　　The two smiled at each other and hugged each other tightly, exchanging gentle meet kisses on either side of their cheeks.

　　‘Why am I not like this!’

　　‘It's your lack of manners.’

　　Pansy had only just opened her mouth to complain when Daphne and Draco were accused in unison.

　　Watching Pansy pout a little unevenly, Daphne smiled softly again and gently took her by the hand.