"Father, what on earth is going on?!" Draco suddenly sat up from the sofa, his hands clenched into fists, the muscles on either side slightly bulging with tension. "What did you just mean by what you said? Are you saying that from now on, even on holidays, or even Christmas, I won't be allowed to come home?!"
Lucius sat opposite, gazing calmly at his agitated son. This was the first time in his memory that Draco had contradicted him so directly. Although his dignity as a father was offended by his son's retort and a flicker of irritation rose within him, Lucius felt no great aversion to Draco's behavior at that moment. Instead, he felt mostly a sense of helplessness—a helplessness born of Draco's lack of calm and his impulsiveness.
Lucius's expression remained unchanged as he raised his eyes to look at the increasingly exasperated Draco. "I said that from now on, unless there is an urgent matter, there is no need for you to come back." Pausing for a moment, he continued in a softer tone, "Things at the Ministry of Magic have been very complicated lately, and your mother no longer needs to take care of a son who is about to come of age. Understood?"
Chapter 175