Lucius Malfoy, the de facto ruler of the Malfoy family, who is known for his wealth and shrewdness, is a wizard who has seen the world.

High-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic in England and many other countries in Europe, prestigious scholars, skilled potions masters, greedy and cunning goblins, and many outstanding wizards who were at the best in their profession, Malfoy had dealt with them on a variety of occasions.

But to be honest, the young wizard in front of me gave himself the feeling... Lucius didn't know how to describe it, a bit like facing Dumbledore and a bit like he was younger...

"--I thought,"

Lucius felt ridiculous about his feelings, and he secretly adjusted the rhythm of his breathing, his expression was not so tense, trying to use his rich negotiation experience to gain the initiative in this exchange,

"Could it be that Dumbledore was afraid that you would steal the limelight from his protégé, so he specially greeted Mr. Minister?"

"Your level of sowing discord is disappointing, Mr. Malfoy--"

Amosta's smiling expression didn't change at all, but there was a bit of playfulness in his purple eyes.

"If you're really curious, Mr. Malfoy, it's not like I can't say... Actually, that's what I asked Dumbledore, and as for the reason--"

Lucius subconsciously held his breath, and he stared motionlessly into Amosta's eyes, hoping that this would bring a little pressure to the young man's heart, but the words that came to his ears immediately shattered all his calculations and indifference.

"Of course, so that one day in the future, the Dark Wizard whose name he can't even mention will reappear, and when he learns what happened at Hogwarts last school year, he won't point the finger at me... Seriously, Mr. Malfoy, you don't think what you smuggled into Ginny Weasley's bag was just a regular diary, or maybe it was a gadget that was made up by Professor Binns's History of Magic class when he was at Hogwarts? "Reading Pavilion

"What do you mean?!"

Judging from the fine drops of sweat oozing from his not full forehead, it was not an exaggeration to use the word "shocked" to describe Lucius Malfoy's mood at the moment.

Lucius's face was pale and terrifying, his lips cracked like a land that had not been rained for a long time, and the calmness in his eyes turned into turbulent restlessness and fear in a short moment.

"The Dark Lord is finished, isn't it, that Harry Potter dismantled his mana, that's the truth everyone knows!"

"Since you're so keen on self-deception, go ahead, Mr. Malfoy, it's not me who is going to be unlucky."

Lucius's wheezing voice was like a bellows pulling, and his bloodshot gray eyes were fixed on Amosta, who had been sipping red wine all the time, and fear even made his legs tremble under the table.

Will the Dark Lord return?

Among Voldemort's former followers who were called Death Eaters, a considerable number of them are still obsessed with their old masters, but among these people, Lucius Malfoy is certainly not included.

He will not forget what means he used and what guarantees he made to save himself from being in the company of Dementors in Azkaban after the fall of the Dark Lord, and if the Dark Lord returns one day, then what awaits the Malfoy family will definitely not be a compliment.

Lucius knew how terrible the Dark Lord was, and he didn't want to deceive himself that he never imagined that the Dark Lord would come back, but as time went by, he thought that the probability of such a possibility was almost none, otherwise, he would not have stuffed the things that the Dark Lord had solemnly asked him to keep in that little girl's school bag, just to see her father's jokes!

"Only that old fool Dumbledore thinks he's coming back, he wants to scare people so he can always be respected!"

Lucius had no time to care about his hoarse and torn voice, and he said with what little sanity he had.

"Maybe--"

Amosta shrugged his shoulders in dismay,

"At least I think Dumbledore's concerns are justified..., Mr. Malfoy, you obviously know more about the Dark Lord than I do, right?"

Amosta's words completely hit the nail on the head of Lucius, his teeth clenched, his expression like thunder, and it wasn't until a long time later that his heart, which had been dormant with cold, began to beat again.

"Dumbledore said to you... You know what that diary is, tell me! ”

"I'm here to say this today, just to prepare you, Mr. Malfoy, not to save your humble life,"

Amosta lowered his eyelids, his eyes shining deeply,

"I don't care what happens to you, Malfoy, but if I can, I hope to save Draco's innocent soul, and if the Dark Lord returns to the people one day in the future, at that time, I want you to prepare to ensure that Draco and his mother don't die, and as for you, Lucius Malfoy, wait for death--"

Lucius Malfoy was a shrewd businessman who spent half his life working on two things, family glory and wealth.

But, until Narcissa and Draco's lives, none of this matters!

"Tell me, Brian, what the hell is that thing, if you really have mercy on Draco!"

Lucius's low roar was masked by the effect of Amosta's spell, but his strange state still attracted the attention of many people, and Tom, the barkeeper behind the bar, apparently recognized the famous Mr. Malfoy, and after a little hesitation, just as he was about to walk over to ask what was going on, the deep eyes of the young man opposite Mr. Malfoy seemed to sweep over unintentionally, and his steps suddenly froze.

"I know who you got into Hogwarts, Brian!"

If Lucius had been sane and shrewd as usual, he should have known that not only did his words not help him solve his confusion, but also most likely angered Amosta Blaine, but unfortunately, the safety of Narcissa and Draco overwhelmed his mind, and he was speechless.

"I know Fudge, Brian, he certainly wouldn't have imagined that he would issue a special order and award a valuable Merlin Second Class Medal to a criminal in the underworld..., I can find out who you are there, Brian, you definitely don't want to be ruined, do you!"

"Oh, that's funny, you're trying to dig up my black material?"

Amosta put down his glass and laughed coldly,

"Malfoy, even if I never inquired in particular, the despicable deeds you did in private still reached my ears one after another... I heard that after Arthur Weasley emptied the things you hid in your home, you spent a fortune to avoid punishment?

And, to fill your empty collection room, you've spent a lot of Galleons getting a batch of newly arrived contraband from Kakus? ”

Amosta slowly stood up, he was condescending, the chill in his eyes seemed to freeze the black lake,

"Who do you think I am, Malfoy, good old Dumbledore? Who gave you the courage to speak out in front of me... Is it those cold gold coins? ”









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