Chapter 21 Malfoy, a loyal man for generations
Armand Malfoy, the first Malfoy to come to England.
He followed William, Duke of Normandy, and defeated the then English King Harold II. After William proclaimed himself queen, he obtained a large fiefdom in Wiltshire.
This is what Malfoy Manor originally looked like. Later, it annexed many Muggle lands and expanded the manor.
But in any case, it has been standing here for ten centuries.
Today, the manor still belongs to the Malfoy family and is owned by the patriarch, Lucius Malfoy.
But today, Lucius was not in a good mood. He didn't even eat dinner before entering the study.
"Pap...pap..."
His fingers tapped rhythmically on two thin pieces of paper, while his light gray eyes stared blankly out of the window.
Under the silver moonlight, silver water sprays from the gorgeous fountain. White peacocks stroll from the neatly manicured gardens and drink gracefully by the fountain.
Beautiful scenery, but not the slightest attention from its owner, Lucius Malfoy.
"Bang."
A figure appeared out of thin air, it was a house elf.
"The hostess asked Dobby to ask the master if he wants to eat something." Dobby asked with big eyes.
"roll."
In the midst of the angry scolding, Dobby left with a bang.
Lucius looked at the first piece of paper again, which contained only a simple line of words:
While Dobby is gone, read page two.
When he first saw these words, Lucius thought it was a prank. If he hadn't already opened the envelope, he might have just thrown them away.
But when he opened the second page...
Lucius looked at the second page, which had more words than the first page:
Dear Malfoy:
I am your old friend, and we have a secret that belongs only to the two of us:
About a diary, about a secret room.
I think you already know who I am.
So, remember the time and place below and arrive on time.
July 23, 10 a.m.
Telephone box at the intersection of Kensington Street and Derry Street, Chelsea, London.
Answer the phone after it rings three times.
Your friend.
The letter ends here. This is obviously a mysterious friend, but Lucius knows who he is and is not thinking about it.
Who is it that can make the head of the Malfoy family, who has a rich family and many connections, feel melancholy through a letter?
There is only one answer, his master.
Master, this is a humbling term, but that's what they called it, and for a long time, they were proud of it.
Ten years have passed. For ten years, Lucius has reflected countless times:
Was I crazy? Am I consumed by desire? Am I being possessed by magic?
The answers are all negative. Ten years have passed, and he still remembers that person. He was so powerful and majestic that it would even make people forget his handsome face.
If he could do it all over again, he knew that he would still defect to that person without hesitation, just because of his strength, his charm, and the... benefits he brought to pure blood.
But fate did not favor his master. He failed and was defeated at the hands of a child - even after ten years, the Death Eaters still felt that it was a carefully crafted lie.
He originally thought that after giving up a large amount of his finances and stripping himself of all his culpability, everything would be over. At least, that's what he thought for the past ten years.
But a thin letter...
Can he refuse?
No, that shouldn’t be the question. You should say: Does he dare to refuse?
He didn't dare.
Even though he knew that that person was definitely not as strong as before, and might even be very weak, he still didn't dare.
But... who would believe a letter that has no clue? Who knows if this is a trap set by the Ministry of Magic to liquidate the Death Eaters?
This gave him an excuse to refuse, but the fundamental question remained:
Does he dare?
He can have countless reasons and excuses, but as long as there is a trace of a loophole, just a trace, when his master comes...
Thinking of this, Lucius couldn't help but shudder.
From dusk to dawn, he clenched and unclenched his fists, picked up and put down his wand, and finally...
"Narcissa, I need to go out and take care of the house."
He told his wife this, which made Narcissa look at him in confusion, but he did not dare to say a word.
…
July 23, 10 a.m.
Red phone box in Chelsea, London.
"Ring ring ring... ring ring ring... ring ring ring..."
The phone rang on time, and Lucius slowly picked up the phone with trembling hands - he was extremely eager in his heart that this was a prank, and even hoped that this was the layout of the Ministry of Magic, but unfortunately it was not the case.
"it's me."
There was a metallic sound coming from the other side of the phone. It was obviously a sound that had been altered, but he was sure of it right away, and his hanging heart fell to the ground in an instant.
"Master, I have been searching for you for ten years and I have never stopped for a moment."
There was a long silence on the other end of the phone, and his heart was hanging again, but fortunately, there was a voice soon.
"I believe in you, my child."
The electronic voice said, "But now is not the time to reminisce about the past. I am still involved in the conspiracy and I need your help."
"My child, are you still willing to trust me unconditionally and help me like before?"
Lucius keenly felt a change. Compared with the paranoia of the master in the last period of ten years ago, the master at this time seemed to be much more understanding.
"Of course." He said without hesitation, "I am always waiting for your call."
"very good."
The electronic voice said with joy, "Two tasks, one message."
"Dedalo Digg, Cordori - I don't know his full name, but he's the drunkard from the Leaky Cauldron - any one of these two, find them before July 28th.
In secret, they modify their memory of drinking on July 22. You'd better not peek into that memory. This is a plan for you and me. "
Modifying an alcoholic's memory was not a big problem... Lucius kept everything in mind and gave the answer quickly.
"No problem, Master, I promise to complete the mission." He responded firmly.
"This is not difficult for you, but the next task is a little troublesome."
The electronic sound immediately made Lucius nervous.
"I need you to enter Gringotts first before Hagrid takes little Potter into Gringotts on July 29th and try to steal items from the 713 vault."
Master, you still have misunderstandings about the difference between trouble and danger... Lucius thought as his face turned pale.
"I must remind you." The electronic voice said without stopping, "Dumbledore is paying attention to everything."
Master, it would be better if you just ask me to buy a coffin...
"But the good news is, you don't have to actually steal anything, you just have to show it to distract him."
Thank you, Master, for making a wise decision...
"But this is not the whole mission, you also need to..."
Lucius was down, and he woke up after a tremor: "Master, after you said, 'This is not the whole mission,' I got distracted. Can you please say it again?"
There was obvious surprise on the other end of the phone, and there was a long pause before speaking again.
Lucius Malfoy, CEO of the Dark Lord Group, the person who left during the final battle, I have always suspected that his departure was not because he felt that the Dark Lord would fail, but because he was completely disappointed with the Dark Lord's behavior in his heart - —Suppressed the wizarding world in England and seized all the power of the Ministry of Magic. Then what did the Dark Lord do? Killing Hogwarts, the place where all wizarding families raise their children, just to kill a Harry Potter, is this something a human being can do? Is there anything more nonsense than this? It feels like after Qin Shi Huang unified the six kingdoms, he came to Jing Ke's children (if there were any) to show off his achievements. I think if Li Si, Wang Jian and other assistant ministers saw this, they would also feel that the First Emperor had no ambition. If this is not a bug in the book, then it must be that Lao Fu is crazy.
