Malfoy admits that he was careless and didn't flash.

But who knew that Clark, a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, would actually engage in a sneak attack.

As soon as he entered the door, before he could react, a gray light flashed in front of him, and then he heard the sound of "plopping" and "plopping" falling to the ground behind him.

Without looking back, he knew that his two followers were definitely lying on the ground now, unable to move. Because he was familiar with the spell Clark had just used, it was the same legging spell he had used on Neville before.

It's just that Malfoy doesn't understand why it would be two people who fell when there was only one spell. Of course, now is not the time to think about this.

"What do you want to do~" Malfoy was so frightened that he almost cried, but he still managed to keep his composure.

"You may be seated! Draco. ”

Clark's voice is so nice that if you ignore the environment in the empty classroom and the two guys lying on the floor, you would think that this is an elegant aristocratic gentleman entertaining his guests in the ornate living room.

However, Malfoy, who was the one who was entertained, was now standing nervously in the doorway, obediently raising his hands, not daring to move, only because a wand made of beech wood pointed steadily at his chest.

At Clark's kind invitation, Malfoy obediently sat down in his chair. The pale blue rope of activation, which swam like a snake behind him, dragged Crabbe and Goyle aside, then placed it on the doorknob and slammed the door shut.

Malfoy shuddered at the sudden closing of the door, and as if he hadn't seen it, Clark tapped the chair and table top in front of him with his wand, cleaned them up, and sat down across from him.

"I invited you here today to talk to you about Hagrid's dragon raising." Clark casually placed his wand on the table, as if he wasn't worried that Malfoy would get into trouble and snatch it.

"Are you trying to intimidate me?" Malfoy glanced at his wand and withdrew his gaze.

He is also the young master of a pure-blood family, although he is pampered and not as resourceful as his father, but he is somewhat knowledgeable, and after experiencing the initial panic, he quickly reacted, this is at Hogwarts!

"Bang!"

"That stupid big guy has a dragon, it's illegal, it's enough for him to get into Azkaban!"

In the empty classroom, Malfoy, who had returned to his normal level of intelligence, clenched his hands into fists, hammered them the table, supported his tense body, leaned forward, met Clark's penetrating gaze, and uttered threatening words.

Unfortunately, in the face of Malfoy, who wanted to exert pressure, Clark only leaned back slightly, as if looking for a more comfortable position, and then raised his chin slightly, put his hands on his abdomen, and looked down at him at a forty-five degree angle.

"What does that have to do with me? I'm not here to talk to you about how to get people into Azkaban, and if that's all you can see, I think I'll have to talk to your father myself. ”

There was no emotion in Clark's words, as if he was really indifferent to Hagrid's breaking the law.

This also made Malfoy a little uncertain, and the revolt that he had finally mustered up was also a little lower in Clark's continuous words.

"And what do you want to do?" He asked again.

Instead of answering, Clark asked an irrelevant question: "I heard that your family adopted a giant dragon in a dragon farm in Romania?" ”

Malfoy was stunned, unhappy with Clark's reaction to this concern, but the question tickled at him.

So he replied in a slightly smug tone: "Of course! Every holiday our family has to go to Romania for a vacation, to see those Romanian ceratops, what, are you going to beg me to send that little dragon to the dragon farm? ”

He was very expecting that the bastard in front of him, who was always pretending, would plead with him in a low voice, and then show a desperate expression under his ruthless refusal.

It's a pity that the extravagant hope in his heart was shattered, Clark just looked at him, his eyes showed pity, shook his head and sighed, "Poor! Wretched! ”

"Poor what?" Malfoy was stunned by his reaction.

"You spent so much money and so much energy, but in the end, you helped others raise dragons and help others make profits, and in the end you only got a little leftovers of dragon dung and flower fertilizer. You're still very happy like this, isn't that pitiful enough? ”

Clarke's words embarrassed Malfoy, and of course he knew that what he was saying was the truth.

"If I like it, at least the dragon is named after me," Malfoy argued, "it's much more reliable than you sneaking around raising a little dragon, and you just wait to go to Azkaban with that big stupid guy!" ”

"Nope! No! No! Clark held out a finger and shook it in front of him, "You're wrong, we're not sneaking dragons." Aren't you surprised, usually we buy alchemy materials such as dragon scales, dragon blood, and dragon horns, when have we ever seen someone selling dragon eggs. How could Hagrid get such a precious thing, just a small hunting ground guard? ”

In the wizarding world, in order to better protect magical creatures, and also limited by the "International Confederation of Wizards Secrecy Act", the British Ministry of Magic has deliberately divided the ranks of trade goods.

Among them, Class C trade goods are goods that can be traded in large quantities and are completely harmless, such as lemongrass, white fresh and bezoar, etc., which you can easily find even in Muggle pharmacies.

Grade B trade items are powerful magical materials that can only be traded under the supervision of the Ministry of Magic, such as the tail hair of a unicorn, the blood of a dragon, and the venom glands of a panther. These things are not available in the Muggle world, and once they are lost, it will inevitably require the Ministry of Magic to send someone to recover them and delete the memories of those Muggles.

As for Class A trade goods, they are all non-tradable goods that are prohibited by the British Ministry of Magic, and whether they are imported or sold, they will be severely punished.

For example, the eggs of the living Poison Leopard, the eggs of the Kemera Beast, and the eggs of the Eight-Eyed Spider, each of these things will cause terrible harm to the Muggle world, and the scope of the impact is very wide, far from being able to deal with one or two wizarding clerks.

Among them, the dragon's egg is classified as a Class A non-trade commodity by the British Ministry of Magic, and it is difficult to find a dragon egg even in the black market Tumbledown Alley.

This kind of thing, only the most powerful smugglers can occasionally get one, but they are mostly secretly looking for people to trade, buyers and sellers are very fixed, outsiders can't find a way at all.

Hagrid's dragon egg was stolen from the dragon family when Quirrell first met Voldemort in Albania. Later, in order to get a way to deal with the three-headed dog Louwe, he took it out and lost to Hagrid by playing cards.

Of course, the secrets behind this are unknown to Malfoy.

In his eyes, Hagrid was able to obtain a dragon egg, which was indeed a very incredible and jealous thing, and he was unable to get his father to let go and get him a dragon egg.

Could this poor ghost, who lived in a dilapidated wooden house, have more energy and money than their Malfoy family?