Malicious, Magical, Malfoy

by bor902

People often complained about a lack of birthright. Being reborn as Draco Malfoy meant I had the opposite issue. So many new things to take into account. Politics, magic, family traditions, the wizarding world and this odd new power that insisted my new reality was a game. What's a Gamer SI to do. Semi-inspired by "Magical Player", "In Bad Faith" and "Puppet of time"

28. Chapter 28

Authors Note: I have good news and bad news. The good news is that I recently pre-wrote a 100k new fic, titled "A well-lived death." The bad news is that obviously I don't aim to continue Malicious Magical Malfoy. I think that's a shame, because the story did have a lot of potential, but I think that the other one I wrote, which you can find on my profile, has more. Very sorry to bring you back with this news, but I mostly wanted to post the last few hundred words that I had of this and to put a checkmark on it. I'm just a completely different person than from when I started MMM and I don't think I can come back to it and do it justice. You guys have been an amazing audience. I hope you like my new story just as much and that I can keep interacting with you in this capacity.

Last chapter

I sipped at the apple juice in my hand and glanced around the people in the conference room dancing, chatting and drinking. A remarkably small amount of them was actually looking our way, considering that Headmaster Dumbledore approaching a child should raise some eye-brows. I turned back to the afore-mentioned old man and smiled.

"Of course I'm looking forward to going to Hogwarts, what child wouldn't?" I asked, rhetorically. Dumbledore's beard twitched and his eyes sparkled in a manner that would suggest he was smiling too.

"Anything in particular you look forward too? I couldn't help but overhear your conversation with madame Bones. What sort of institutional personality would Hogwarts have, if it had one?" He asked me, and I did have to think about the question for a second before I could formulate my answer.

"Well, considering you are the headmaster, I do imagine that you would have a better image of the schools personality and Gestalt in mind," I suggested and took a longer drink from my apple juice, treating it like alcohol, of which I would have needed a bigger gulp at the moment.

"Well, that's just disingenuous young Draco, I can very well imagine that what you would actually suggest in this situation is that it is due to me already being influenced by being a part of the institution, that I do not have an analytical over-view of the situation."

"And to that I would reply, that a man of your intelligence should be able to remove one's biases after understanding the theory I postulated and thus derive an explanation of its effect upon the psyche." I riposted, at which point we both just started wanking about how smart we are and how you, the reader, should really go check out my new story, "A well-lived death," Which is a SI of which I have 100k words already pre-written and thus will not be as easily abandoned as this fic has been.

Fin

End

Abandonas storicus

Byebye

Authors Note: Obviously some of you will not read my new story, because I told you to do it too much. To apply reverse psychology here, I'll now tell you to not read my new story, or else there will be dire consequences. It's forbidden. Leave it be.