After a few brief remarks on Draco, Lucius closed his mouth, looking a little distracted.

After the Riddle House rally that day, he realized that his successive defeats had made Voldemort murderous.

The reason why he didn't execute himself on the spot was simply because the Dark Lord had just been defeated in Tumbledown Alley, and the Death Eaters were unstable and unsuitable for chaos.

Even so, Voldemort didn't let himself go, and letting Draco carry out the assassination plan was revenge on himself!

Lucius knew with his feet that it was an impossible task, and even the Dark Lord was helpless against an enemy, how could his son Draco deal with it?

Voldemort just wanted him to lose his parents as punishment, and then cause some trouble for Ivan Hals.

It was precisely because of this understanding that Lucius would come to Hogwarts in the middle of the night, regardless of his face, and deigned to beg the boy his age as old as Draco, hoping that the other party would give him a way to live......

"This is it." Draco led Lucius through the door to the meeting room.

The room was dim, except for the distant glowing fireplace providing some light, and a figure could be faintly seen sitting on the sofa in front of the fireplace.

Lucius took a deep breath and straightened his robe and stepped forward quickly.

Hearing the movement at the door, Ivan slowly put down the Book of Hieroglyphs, turned his head to look at Lucius who walked in, and said playfully.

"Long time no see, Mr. Malfoy, I heard Draco say you want to see me?"

Looking at the male wizard in front of him, who was only fifteen or sixteen years old, Lucius's mind was in a trance.

The last time he met, Ivan Hals was just a hairy boy with good talent, but he didn't think that in just two years, the other party had grown to the point where he even needed to look up to him......

Thinking like this, Lucius's heart couldn't help but feel a little bitter, but he didn't forget that he had a request for someone this time, so he lowered his posture and said apologetically.

"I'm sorry you've been waiting, Hals... Excellency. I have come to meet you this time because I have a very important matter to report to you......"

"Well, report back to me?" The smile on Ivan's lips was even worse, and he reached out and snapped his fingers to light the candles around him, and then continued.

"Mr. Malfoy, did I mishear, or did you mistake something? As a Death Eater, you should report your work to the Dark Lord. ”

"Actually, I don't work for the Dark Lord!" Lucius Malfoy hurriedly explained.

"I ...... Or maybe we joined the Death Eaters to help the Dark Lord in the first place, in order to make the wizarding world a better place!

But the Dark Lord, after growing his power with the help of us pure-blood wizards, became autocratic, vetoed the original path, and restrained everyone with violence and threats, treating us as pawns in his domination of the wizarding world......"

"A better wizarding world?" Ivan said noncommittally. "It's more conducive to the wizarding world of pure-blood wizards, right?"

Lucius Malfoy's face suddenly became very embarrassed, and he said in a curt. "In short, we are not really willing to work for the Dark Lord, but we are forced to be helpless, and if possible, we all want to get out of the Dark Lord's control."

Ivan stared at Lucius, who was groveling in front of him, and couldn't help but sneer.

"Don't say it so nicely, Lucius! At last year's Quidditch World Cup, you took the initiative to gather your old friends to hunt Muggles, didn't you?

You still miss being a Death Eater! Now rebellion is nothing more than you can't do it, you anger Voldemort, and you want to find a home. ”

"If you can choose to betray Voldemort today, how do I know that you won't choose to betray me in the future......"

"After all, if you really want to talk about it, there is also a lot of contradiction between us......" Ivan's words became more and more indifferent.

"No, you misunderstood, Lord Hals, I can swear or make a magical pact that the Malfoy family will always be loyal to you!" Lucius Malfoy pleaded eagerly.

Listening to Lucius's words, Ivan just smiled and didn't give any response.

Lucius's so-called oath he couldn't believe at all, even the magic contract had loopholes, and he couldn't see the slightest sincerity in using this as a guarantee.

Sensing Ivan's indifferent attitude, Lucius said anxiously. "Maybe my offensive behavior has caused you to misunderstand unnecessarily, but I beg you to give me a chance, I am willing to make amends for my mistakes!"

Ivan was a little intrigued, curious about what Lucius would use in exchange for his forgiveness.

"Seven hundred thousand Galleons! How is it? Lucius gritted his teeth and spoke.

Seven...... Seven hundred thousand Galleons?!

Lucius's arrogance stunned Ivan, and he almost wondered if he had heard it wrong.

That's too rich, right?

Ivan couldn't help but feel a burst of tooth soreness, and inexplicably had the idea of copying all the Divine Twenty-Eight Clans, how much money could be copied out?

Seeing that Ivan finally had some reaction, Lucius secretly breathed a sigh of relief, for the sake of the continuation of the Malfoy family, he took out all the money that the family could use......

After this hemorrhage, it would take at least a decade or two for the Malfoys to recover, although they did not break their bones.

But if you can spend money to avoid disasters in exchange for the protection of the other party, then everything is worth it.

In fact, Lucius had already investigated before coming here.

The Wizard Market has been operating very badly recently, and with the need to spend money to pay officials to deal with the difficulties of the Ministry of Magic, the Hals family will definitely fall into a dilemma of making ends meet, and this is the best time for him to make ends meet!

However, to Lucius's surprise, Ivan's expression quickly returned to calm after a brief moment of surprise, and there was no ecstasy as he had imagined.

"I accept your sincerity, but unfortunately, the Golden Galleon doesn't mean much to me......" Ivan said with disgust as he sat back and leaned back against the soft backrest behind him.

Lucius looked at Ivan in confusion, not quite understanding what he meant, it was 700,000 Galleons, even if his estimate was wrong and the Tumbledown Lane was in good financial condition, it was a huge sum of money enough to shake anyone.

Ivan didn't say anything to explain, but reached out and wiped his hand on the dark stone bricks of the fireplace, and intricate magical inscriptions gradually appeared on the alchemical device hidden by the robes.

The next moment, a golden light followed Ivan's touch and began to spread rapidly.

Under the gaze of Lucius and Draco, in just ten seconds, a black fireplace turned a brilliant golden yellow......