Chapter 42 Lucius:

Along with the crazy looting of this group of prisoners, the sound of crying and carnival in the hall never stopped at all.

Now, the entire foyer has become a paradise for the prisoners, and every gorgeously dressed pureblood has turned into a helpless lamb to be plundered by the greedy prisoners.

"500 Galleons, I'll send it!"

Cheers of surprise kept coming from the mouths of the prisoners, which once ignited their excitement.

"Tell me, are you still hiding Jin Gallon? Don't play dumb for me!"

Suddenly, a prisoner saw that everyone else had reaped a lot, but he didn't even get a few Galleons. He was directly envious of jealousy, and pointed his wand at the head of a pure-blood wizard. Order him to surrender all his possessions.

Reluctantly, the pure-blood who originally had a fluke mentality saw the magic wand glowing green, swallowed in fear, and honestly handed over his wealth.

After all, as pure-bloods, most of their assets are in the Gringotts vault, and the money they have now is small.

In order to survive, if you give it, you will give it. The most important thing is that life is still alive.

The eyes of the other prisoners lit up when they saw this, and they all raised their wands to imitate.

Immediately, the looting in the entire foyer was in full swing again.

Finally, after about ten minutes passed, all the prisoners showed satisfied smiles.

It can be seen from the expressionless expressions of the group of purebloods that they should have lost a lot of wealth.

However, there were a small number of people who were not disturbed by the prisoners, and they were all low-born Muggle wizards without exception.

"Okay, stop!" Seeing that the prisoners had vented their anger, Lester stood up and said, "We are just teaching this group of pure-bloods a little lesson."

"Now, we are going to break into the Ministry of Magic and let them know that Muggle wizards are not easy to mess with!"

As soon as Lester finished speaking, the other prisoners cheered immediately, and the magic wand in his hand kept flashing green.

Just by robbing these few people, they will make a lot of money.

If all the senior officials in the Ministry of Magic were robbed, wouldn't he and others become rich?

Then you're still a black sorcerer!

Just when the morale of Leicester's prisoner army was high and they were about to take down the Ministry of Magic in one fell swoop, a gilded fireplace in the foyer suddenly burst into flames.

Obviously, this is a sign that someone has been teleported into the Ministry of Magic through the fireplace.

Suddenly, the air in the foyer froze for a moment. All wizards, whether they were prisoners who had just robbed a fortune, helpless purebloods, or Muggle wizards who had not been robbed and were just frightened, At that time, they all focused their eyes on the fireplace.

It's not their behavior to blame, but the timing of this person's arrival is too coincidental.

It just so happened that the robbery was over and the robbers were about to leave, and then this unlucky guy recklessly teleported over, which seemed too unlucky.

It would be alright if he was a poor Muggle-born wizard. Seeing that they couldn't get much money, these insane prisoners would pretend they didn't see it and let him go. Miserable.

Many of the purebloods who were robbed without crotch pants left even showed gloating expressions at this time, wanting to see who this unlucky guy is.

And the group of prisoners who just made a small fortune and didn't feel very enjoyable were even more like hungry wolves who had been hungry for several days, their eyes glowed with a terrifying green light, and they kept staring at the swaying flames.

Finally, under everyone's expectant eyes, a golden scepter first appeared outside the fireplace.

Gorgeous patterns covered the body of the scepter, and a precious ruby ​​the size of a pigeon egg was tightly set on the scepter.

The moment this gorgeous scepter appeared, all the wizards in the hall subconsciously held their breath.

After seeing this gorgeous scepter, the greedy eyes of the prisoners were even more excited to leave their eye sockets.

After a while, an arrogant man with blond hair slowly stepped out of the fireplace.

The man first patted the non-existent dust on his clothes in disgust, and muttered that he wanted to donate 10,000 gold Galleons to the Ministry of Magic to obtain the qualification to directly enter the Ministry of Magic.

Suddenly, this arrogant man only felt that the atmosphere in the hall was a little strange.

"Are you guys doing a drill?"

Lucius looked at the hundreds of wands that were randomly discarded on the ground, as well as many wizards in Chinese robes lying on the ground with their heads facing the ceiling.

There are also the tortured and inhuman corpses by the wall, I just feel that I seem to have come to the wrong place.

The hall of the magic department in his impression should be brightly lit and magnificent.

Why does it look so much like a disaster scene after being attacked by a black wizard?

Looking at the group of dark wizards who kept looking at him with greedy eyes, Lucius just wanted to leave this ghost place immediately.

"Gulu!"

Subconsciously swallowed, Lucius, who had already realized that something was wrong, turned around and wanted to return to the fireplace.

However, before Lucius could turn around, the prisoners, who had been impatient for a long time, rushed forward immediately.

He didn't even use the spell, and knocked Lucius to the ground.

It's not because they didn't use the spell because their conscience discovered it, but because Lucius was too rich to dress up.

The wand alone was worth 10,000 Galleons. If he accidentally broke something valuable with the Killing Curse, the other prisoners would probably kill him.

Therefore, they chose the most primitive method and went directly to grab it.

Lucius, who had been terrified, was thrown to the ground by the crazy prisoners.

Just groaning in pain, Lucius only felt that countless hands were groping frantically on his body.

"Ah! If you rob money, you rob it. Why are you touching my ass?!"

Lucius glared angrily at the wretched old man who was mingling with the crowd, smiling lewdly while slapping his body.

The prisoners robbed the money, and he admitted it.

After all, my Malfoy family has a lot of money, so it should be used as a bankruptcy to eliminate disasters.

However, there is really only one thing called virginity, if it is taken away by this group of perverted prisoners.

Thinking of this, Lucius shuddered subconsciously.

A few minutes later, Lucius, who was still well-dressed, had already been stripped clean by the greedy prisoners.

The snow-white skin was directly exposed to the air, only a pair of pants with the Malfoy family crest printed on it was still intact on Lucius' body.

At this moment, Lucius was lying on the ground unrequitedly, staring blankly at the golden ceiling in the foyer. It was obvious that he had been played to pieces.

After a long time, Lucius said slowly with tears on his face, "Maybe I came at the wrong time."