Chapter 360: Godson (thanks to the Super Silver League Ksg, Phantom Feather)

Allen escaped and left the room, trying to twist and stretch all the way to relieve his pain. When he was about to arrive in the lobby, he forced himself to regain his usual understatement. Be calm, as if nothing has happened.

"Mr. Malfoy, welcome." Allen stepped forward and greeted politely.

Lucius Malfoy also nodded to Allen in an elegant manner at this time, completely unable to see the kind of panic he had before.

Alan smiled slightly and led Lucius into his father's den in the tent.

When Lucius entered the room, Irving didn't get up and greet him as before.

He calmly sat in a brown-red leather chair with wide armrests, Hermione's Crookshanks nestled in his arms. His hand gently stroked the smooth fur of Crookshanks, Crookshanks hummed comfortably.

"Sorry, Lucius, look, this cat can't hold me up." Irving said sorry in his mouth, but he didn't even look up at him.

"It's okay, Mr. Harris." Lucius bent slightly, bowed to the sitting Irving, then stood up.

"Mr. Harris, did Allen tell you what I meant?" Lucius Malfoy glanced at Allen.

But Allen just smiled, not speaking.

"Then Lucius, what is your intention?" Irving still lowered his head and stroked Crookshanks.

"Although I was involved last night, after Allen and I talked, I always acted according to his instructions." Lucius stared at Mr. Harris with a serious look, but his eyes looked a little evasive and flustered.

But Owen lowered his head, completely unable to see his look.

There was silence in the room, and Lucius moved a few steps uncomfortably.

Owen finally looked up, his hand under his nose, and lowered it again, motioning Lucius to sit on the chair in front of him.

Lucius walked quickly to him, but he didn't sit down.

"Mr. Harris, due to my ignorance and stupidity, the mysterious man lost one of his Horcruxes last year, which made me sleepless and sleepy. I am very worried about the safety of my family."

Lucius's hands were resting on the table, and he looked anxiously at Mr. Harris, his tone rushed, "You know, by his means, once I know my fault, I'm afraid the Malfoy family will be destroyed. disaster."

"I'm okay, but Narcissa and Draco, they are innocent. They shouldn't be miserable for my sake ..." Lucius Malfoy couldn't care what he usually tried to maintain at this time. As the dignity of the sacred twenty-eight pure-blood family, changing the elegance of the past, the voice choked, and he could not stop shaking.

Seeing Irving didn't respond, Lucius Malfoy lowered his head. "Sorry, I'm sick"

Irving gestured at Malfoy with his hand, and Allen poured a glass of Ogden aged flame whiskey and handed it to him.

Lucius's eyebrows moved slightly, his hands took the wine, he drank half of it, and put down the glass.

"Mr. Harris, please look at my wife Narcissa's mother as your wife's cousin, help me and save the Malfoy family." The wine seemed to give him courage, he prayed again and again, gestured with his hands : "How do you want me? Despite your orders, please do me a favor."

Mr. Irving Harris took the wine his younger son handed him and asked Malfoy, "What are you doing for you?"

Lucius leaned his hands on the long table and leaned forward: "Harris, please use your forces in the Ministry of Magic to protect the Malfoy family when I need it. Even if only Narcissa and Draco. Please use the Harris family ’s contacts in Germany to hide and protect them when we need them. I can do anything for you, any! The Malfoy family ’s property is free for you to enjoy. ”

Owen looked at Lucius, who was excited, and gave him some approval for his family-oriented attitude. He reached out again to signal his calm down and sat down to speak.

Lucius took a long breath and sat back in his chair.

"Let me think about it, Lucius. You used to be a manager at Hogwarts, and you should have a deep relationship with other managers."

Of course, Irving knew how long the Malfoy family sat in the position of school manager, and how he lost this position.

"Of course, Mr. Harris, although I am no longer the manager of Hogwarts, there is still a connection with other managers." Lucius glanced suspiciously at Harris and his son, guessing in his heart His intentions.

"I don't need the wealth of your Malfoy family." Irving finally put down Crookshanks and stood up from his chair.

Lucius 'eyes could not help but closely follow Mr. Harris' every move.

"What I need is your connections between the wizarding world of England and those pure-blood families." Irving walked directly across Malfoy and looked at his eyes.

"I need you as an intermediary to officially introduce our Harris to other pure-blood families in the United Kingdom to help us as outsiders get their support." Irving's tone cannot be refused, and there is no room for negotiation.

Lucius couldn't help but hesitate. What he wanted to pay at first was nothing but money and industry.

And to help Harris get the support of other pure-blood families, this requires far more than ordinary money and property.

"Difficult?" Owen narrowed his eyes, smiled, and turned back to his seat. Crookshanks whispered and jumped to his knee again.

Lucius no longer hesitated, shaking his head again and again.

"Very well, then, in order to show your sincerity, first get some shares of Hogwarts for my son Allen from their hands, without too much, let Allen be one of the Hogwarts school managers. "Mr. Irving spoke lightly about his own conditions ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Lucius? Malfoy was silent and did not immediately promise to be one of Hogwarts' school directors. That said, the financial strength and power of each family should not be underestimated.

As a school manager, any pure-blood family wants their children to get better treatment at Hogwarts.

They are not short of money, so Malfoy wants to trade Hogwarts shares, you need to pay more than just money.

"Obviously, Lucius, you still don't trust me. Perhaps, the bond between us can be deeper. I heard Allen mention that Draco Malfoy is a very smart child, plus my wife The relationship with his grandmother, I think if I accept him as a godson ... "

"So sir, you will do what you want. Malfoy will be happy to help you." Malfoy's firm-eyed Irving nodded in response, then bowed and saluted and turned away.

Owen glanced at his younger son, and Allen immediately realized that he had taken two quick steps and accompanied Lucius out of the tent.

A low rumbling sound attracted their attention. Penelope Krivat, dressed in Auror's uniform, bravely rides the vespa motorcycle that Allen sent her and descended from the sky.

She tapped on one foot, took off the helmet with both hands, and flicked her short black hair neatly. When she saw Allen, she smiled instantly.

The sun shone behind her, and the smile was so dazzling.

Lucius glanced at Penello, and Malfoy, who was good at observation, nodded to Allen and returned to Malfoy's own tent.

"Penello, you are here--" Allen asked in surprise.

"I'm here to report to Albert." Penello said readily.