As a member of the Holy Pure Blood Twenty-eight, a business giant in the British wizarding world, and the actual leader of the Malfoy family known for its wealth and shrewdness, Lucius Malfoy should be a wizard who has seen the world. .
High-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic in the UK and many other European countries, prestigious scholars, skilled potion masters, greedy and cunning goblins, and many outstanding wizards who are leaders in their own professions, Malfoy has worked with them in various situations. I have dealt with him on several occasions.
But to be honest, the feeling that the young wizard in front of him gave him... Lucius didn't know how to describe it. It was a bit like facing Dumbledore, but also a bit like when he was young...
"--I think,"
Lucius felt ridiculous for how he felt. He secretly adjusted the rhythm of his breathing, and his expression was no longer 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 most beloved protégé, so he went out of his way to say hello to Mr. Minister?"
"Your level of sowing discord is disappointing, Mr. Malfoy—"
Amosta's smiling expression did not change at all, but there was a bit of amusement in his purple eyes.
"If you are really curious, Mr. Malfoy, it's not that I can't tell... In fact, this is a request I made to Dumbledore, and as for the reason--"
Lucius held his breath subconsciously. He stared into Amosta's eyes motionlessly, hoping that doing so would bring some psychological pressure to the young man. However, the words that came to his ears immediately made him completely shaken. His calculations and calculated indifference fell apart.
"Of course it is so that one day in the future, the dark wizard who must not even be named reappears in people's sight. When he knows what happened at Hogwarts last school year, he will not point the finger at I... Seriously, Mr. Malfoy, you didn't think that what you slipped into Ginny Weasley's bag was just an ordinary diary, or that the Dark Lord was in Hogwarts. When you were in school, Professor Binns was too bored in his History of Magic class, so you made this gadget, right?" Reading Pavilion
"What do you mean?!"
It can be seen from the fine drops of sweat on his not full forehead that the word "shocked" to describe Lucius Malfoy's mood at this moment is not an exaggeration at all.
Lucius's face was horribly pale, and cracks appeared on his lips like land that had not experienced rain for a long time. The pretended calmness in his eyes also turned into turmoil, unrest and fear in just a short moment.
"The Dark Lord is finished, isn't he? That Harry Potter disintegrated his magic. This is the truth that everyone knows!"
"Since you are so keen on self-deception, please go ahead, Mr. Malfoy. It's not me who is going to be unlucky anyway."
Lucius's breathing sound was like a pulling bellows, and his bloodshot gray eyes were fixed on Amosta, who had been sipping red wine for a long time. Fear even made his two legs hidden under the table tremble.
Will the Dark Lord return?
A considerable number of Voldemort's former followers known as Death Eaters still yearn for their old master, but these people certainly do not include Lucius Malfoy.
He will not forget what methods he used and what guarantees he made after the Dark Lord fell to save himself from being with the Dementors in Azkaban. If the Dark Lord returns one day, then wait for Malfoy From the family, it is definitely not a compliment.
Lucius understands how terrifying the Dark Lord is. He doesn't want to deceive himself. He never imagined that the Dark Lord would come back. But as time goes by, he thinks that the probability of this possibility is almost non-existent. Otherwise, he would not be able to He stuffed the things that the Dark Lord had solemnly told him to keep safe when he handed them to him back then into the little girl's schoolbag, just to see her father's joke!
"Only that old fool Dumbledore thinks he will come back. He wants to scare people so he can always get respect!"
Lucius no longer had time to worry about his hoarse and torn voice, he spoke with his remaining sense.
"Maybe--"
Amosta shrugged incredulously.
"At least I think Dumbledore's concerns are reasonable... Mr. Malfoy, you obviously know the Dark Lord's magical powers better than I do, right?"
Amosta's words completely hit Lucius's heart. He clenched his teeth and looked as if he had been struck by lightning. It was not until a long time later that his heart, which had been dormant due to the cold, gradually began to beat again.
"Dumbledore told you...you know what that diary is, right? Tell me!"
"I am here to say this to you today just to prepare you mentally, Mr. Malfoy, not to save your humble life,"
Amosta lowered his eyelids and looked deeply,
"I don't care what your fate is, Malfoy, but if possible, I hope to save Draco's innocent soul. If one day in the future the Dark Lord returns to people again, then, I I hope that the preparations you have made can ensure that Draco and his mother are spared from death. As for you, Lucius Malfoy, just wait for death-"
Lucius Malfoy is a shrewd businessman. He has been busy for two things for half his life, one is the glory of his family, and the other is wealth.
But, until the lives of Narcissa and Draco, all this is irrelevant!
"Tell me, Blaine, what that thing is, if you really have mercy on Draco!"
Lucius' growl was masked by the effect of Amosta's spell, but his strange state still attracted the attention of many people. Tom, the bar owner behind the bar, obviously recognized the famous Malfoy. Sir, after some hesitation, just when he was about to walk over and ask what was going on, the deep eyes of the young man opposite Mr. Malfoy seemed to glance at him unintentionally, causing him to freeze in his steps.
"I know whose way you got into Hogwarts, Blaine!"
If Lucius is sane at this moment and as shrewd as usual, then he should know that what he says will not only fail to help him answer his confusion, but will also very likely anger Amosta Blaine, but it is regrettable that However, the safety of Narcissa and Draco went to his mind, making him speak incoherently.
"I know Fudge, Brian. He would never have imagined that when he issued a special order, he would award a precious Merlin Second Class Medal to a criminal who was in the underground world, right... I can figure out where you are. Identity, Brian, you definitely don’t want to lose your reputation, right?”
"Oh, that's funny, you actually tried to dig up dirt on me?"
Amosta put down his wine glass and smiled coldly.
"Malfoy, even though I have never asked about it, the despicable things you have done in private are still coming to my ears one after another... I heard that Arthur Weasley hid you in After emptying your house of all those gadgets, you spent a lot of money to get away with it?
Also, in order to fill your empty collection room, you spent a lot of galleons to get a batch of newly arrived contraband from Karkus? "
Amosta stood up slowly. He was condescending, and the coldness in his eyes seemed to freeze the black lake.
"Who do you think I am, Malfoy, the good old Dumbledore? Who gave you the courage to speak nonsense in front of me...were those cold gold coins?"
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