The afternoon sun filtered through the corridor and slanted onto Clark's face, dividing the entire corridor into two parts: light and shadow.

Clark was bathed in the sun, his hair was dyed golden by the setting sun, and his handsome face was matched with a warm smile, as if he had returned from a long time in Gryffindor.

As a typical Slytherin, Lucius Malfoy stood still in the shadows behind the columns, a pair of dark eyes staring at Clarke, as if to bite off a piece of flesh from his face.

Just looking at them from afar, light and darkness, innocence and sophistication, smile and indifference, can distinguish at a glance who is righteous and who is evil.

"Uncle Lucius, don't be angry, I haven't consulted with Professor Dumbledore." The smile on Clark's face became brighter and brighter, this was a smile that took advantage of his wishes, and things went smoothly as he thought.

"We just sympathize with each other, I guessed what he thought, and I guessed that he would guess what I thought."

Clarke's answer didn't dispel Lucius's suspicions, but he had talked to Dumbledore in the Headmaster's office just now, and even if he reacted and knew that he had been tricked, it would be useless.

Of course, this does not mean that he, the patriarch of the Malfoy family, can be played by a child like this, and he still has to say what he should say.

"Things are going well, the dragon will be left behind to build a small dragon farm with Hogwarts resources."

Lucius Malfoy said what he and Dumbledore had discussed in the Headmaster's office.

"The Lucius family will also sponsor a gold Galleon to the school to be used as start-up capital for the dragon farm, and at the same time take a 20 percent stake in the dragon farm."

"Although the matter has been discussed, my uncle, I am still unhappy in my heart, little Puwit."

Lucius stretched out his black-gloved right hand, as if he was about to touch the head of Clark's eldest nephew. As an elder, touching the head of the younger generation kindly, this kind of intimate behavior is understandable.

However, his hand was stretched out, but it stopped abruptly.

It turned out that in the face of Lucius's offensive behavior, Clark only raised his hand slightly, and the tip of a wand came out of his sleeve, pointing steadily at the cheap uncle, and the threat was overflowing.

Who knows if he's ready to pluck his hair.

"Little Prewit, you know, the Malfoy family still has a lot of business, and I may have to consider investing the money in the dragon farm."

Although Lucius didn't know why Clark vigorously promoted the construction of the dragon farm, he still knew the truth that we insisted on what the enemy opposed, and we opposed what the enemy insisted on.

Lucius continued to pass his hand over as he said threatening words, as if he wasn't afraid that Clark would actually do anything to him, but the next moment, he paid for his confidence.

"Bang!"

With a crisp explosion, as if a second kick had been ignited, a crimson flame shot out from the tip of Clark's wand and slammed into Lucius's face,

Old Malfoy was also taken aback by Clark's bold behavior, the flames were so close that he didn't have time to react, and hurriedly took a few steps back in a panic.

Fortunately, a dark green curtain of light was inspired from the magic protector on his chest, blocking the firelight.

The firelight hit it, and with a "snap", it exploded into a wisp of green smoke, and the power was extremely low. Even without that magic light curtain, it wouldn't be life-threatening to Lucius, at most it would just make him a little embarrassed.

Seeing that he had suffered again and again at the hands of his juniors, Lucius finally lost his temper, forgetting that he could not hurt a student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and with a "click", he pulled his wand from his staff and aimed it at Clark.

Unfortunately, he stopped again.

Because from Clark's mouth, a word came out that made him tremble and wanted to turn around and leave.

"Do you remember a black smoke spell that consumes everything? Uncle Lucius. ”

"I don't understand what you're talking about?"

Lucius feigned composure, but Clark could hear fear in his voice.

"Really?" Clark put away his wand, not afraid that Lucius would do anything to him again, "But I happened to see it not long ago, in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts. ”

"Those black smokes, full of deep malice, are like black pythons, greedily devouring everything around them, magic, and even light and life.

I saw a unicorn wounded by the spell, lying on the ground and wailing, and the remaining spells from the wound even converged into a large black skull, suspended above it, and even the unicorn's 'purification' magic did not help. ”

Lucius Malfoy no longer had the heart to question why Clark had gone to the Forbidden Forest, he just stood there quietly, not saying a word, as if listening to a ridiculous story.

However, Clark could clearly see that his hand was tightly gripping the snake-headed cane, and his lips were as white as his face.

"Later, when I looked through the family collection, I realized that it was a powerful form of black magic called 'The Touch of Jörmungad'. Named after the world-destroying beast in Norse mythology, this spell symbolizes bringing the twilight of the gods to the world, but not many can actually use it. As far as I know, there is only that ...... in the wizarding world today."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was rudely interrupted by Lucius.

"Enough! I don't know what you're talking about.

Little Puwit, although I don't know where you learned about this black magic, as an elder, I have to warn you that it is very dangerous to study these things privately! ”

Lucius's face was twisted into a ball, as if there was a mass of feces under his nose.

Clark heard the other party's inwardness, and in order not to exacerbate the conflict, he shrugged his shoulders and changed the subject.

"Draco has been having a good time with me lately, and I trust him too." He saw that old Malfoy's eyes were empty, and he didn't look at himself at all, knowing that he was frightened by the news just now, but this state was really just right.

"For example, I actually told him about the fire dragon a long time ago, and he also knew our plan, so he didn't hide anything from him at all."

Lucius came back to his senses at this point, and his face became even more ugly. What do you mean, since my son already knew, wouldn't he also have a part in today's game?

"Humph! Thank you so much for taking such good care of my filial son. ”

Clark ignored Lucius and went straight to the dagger, explaining the real purpose of this meeting with him.

"Uncle Lucius, since you run the Muggle world, you should have heard that a Muggle economics professor in the United States named James Tobin once said that don't put all your eggs in one basket."