Chapter 167 The Elegant and Calm Old Malfoy
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Qing Mo Da Xian
At three o'clock in the morning, Snape had searched almost the entire castle, but he still couldn't find any clues.
After the six little ones were full, they had already quietly returned to the dormitory.
Cedric and Rove went out and turned left, and it was not difficult for the remaining four to rely on the Marauder's Map.
On this day, Gryffindor still had the most points.
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morning after hours.
London, Westminster Whitehall.
At dawn, a man with long, smooth golden hair and a satin-like robe appeared on this bustling street.
He held the silver snake head with a black cane in his palm, and every step he took showed elegance and calmness.
And here is not only the location of many government departments of the Big Muggles, but also the hiding place of the Ministry of Magic.
A tall, slender middle-aged man with a very handsome appearance.
With his gloomy and pale face and his outfit, he looked like he was not an ordinary person.
However, the strange thing is that the pedestrians seem to be "passers-by" who can't see the nobleman's dress.
The man also turned into a dirty street with several dilapidated buildings, as if he couldn't see them.
The rusty red phone booth in front of him seemed to be the place he was going to.
He picked up the microphone and put it aside, reached out and dialed the number "62442" on the dial.
"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and the business you need to handle."
This indifferent female voice did not come from the microphone, but from the top of the phone booth above the man's head.
"Lucius Malfoy, I have an appointment with Minister Fudge."
"Confirmed." The female voice was no longer indifferent, and was even more enthusiastic, "Please take the badge well.
The Ministry of Magic wishes you a pleasant day. "
Lucius didn't reach for the metal badge that popped out of the coin slot.
He waited for a few seconds, and the floor suddenly sank as if it had collapsed.
The darkness didn't last long.
This section is like a small room in a Muggle elevator, stopping in front of a magnificent hall.
Its dark wood floors were polished and polished.
The peacock-blue ceiling is inlaid with gleaming gold symbols, constantly moving and changing, like a giant bulletin board in the sky.
There are many gilded fireplaces embedded in the walls on both sides, and people keep appearing and disappearing from them.
The most conspicuous thing in the hall is a pure gold statue fountain.
It has wizards and witches, centaurs, goblins and house-elves on it.
Under the effect of magic, water jets are ejected from different places of the sculpture.
Lucius walked straight towards the golden door at the end.
He opened the door and walked in, and more than 20 magic elevators came into view.
Just as he was walking towards the leftmost elevator, a black and white vortex suddenly appeared not far in front of him.
Accompanying it was a rather ear-piercing gas explosion.
As soon as the back of a tall and thin man appeared, Lucius cast his eyes on the somewhat sparse back of his head.
Red hair, graying suit.
The thin and tall man turned around subconsciously, and lightly pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose.
"So it was you, Malfoy—"
He walked forward with great interest, "No wonder I'm almost late today, it turns out that you, a distinguished guest, are coming to the department~"
"Weasley." Lucius looked coldly at his forehead, which was thinner than the back of his head.
His elegance and calmness disappeared in an instant, "You should pay more attention to your body, don't just care about the children."
The man who was almost the same height as him was the twins and Ron's father, Arthur Weasley.
"Thank you for your kindness."
Arthur glanced down at his chest, "Where's your badge, Malfoy?"
Lucius sneered, "Since when did the Misuse of Muggle Substances Division have the power to question me?"
He raised his hand to push Arthur away, "Weasley, I don't have time to greet you."
"You better be careful."
Arthur turned his head sideways, his face full of vigor, "You know about Quirinus Quirrell, right?
I have submitted an application to the Ministry to thoroughly investigate all items with black magic. "
Lucius, who stopped in his tracks, turned his head, "It's ridiculous, such an absurd application won't be approved at all."
"Really? You really think so?"
His pale face was unmoved.
"Weasley, I am innocent, and I cannot have any collusion with the dark forces." After speaking, he turned and stepped into the elevator.
Arthur stared until the door was fully closed.
"Oops, I'm really going to be late now!" He hurriedly ran into the second-to-last elevator on the right.
……
……
The office of the Minister of Magic is on the basement level deeper than the Great Hall.
The style here is very old-fashioned, and there are several promotional posters on both sides of the corridor.
Each one has a different slogan, but Fudge's big face is on it.
Lucius stopped in front of the door, adjusted his expression slightly before extending his hand.
"Knock Knock-"
"Come in."
He pushed open the door and put on a hypocritical smile, "Your Excellency, thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to meet me."
Fudge, who was sitting behind the desk, returned the same smile, "Lucius, with the relationship between you and me, no matter how busy I am, I must see you first."
He tapped his hands, and two cups of hot tea appeared on the table.
"Please."
Lucius sat across from him somewhat cautiously, "You're welcome."
He leaned his snake-headed cane against the chair, trying to appear as nonthreatening as possible.
After taking a sip of hot tea, the portrait of the original Minister of Magic hanging behind him, Urick Gamp suddenly lowered his head in a daze.
Lucius didn't put down the tea cup he was holding until the portrait snored.
"Your Excellency, don't you think this process is too cumbersome?"
"This is the rule he set." Fudge turned his head to look at the portrait, "Only when the guests drink tea and talk about anything in the office will not be leaked."
"I know, so I prepared this." Lucius reached for the robe.
"I just need a hint." He took out a palm-sized but exquisitely crafted small box.
Fudge raised his eyebrows slightly, "Dumbledore is very sure."
Lucius' face changed drastically, but he quickly returned to normal, "I thank you very much, Your Excellency the Minister."
Voldemort really appeared, even if it was only Dumbledore's one-sided claim.
"One more thing."
"Speak." Fudge stopped his right hand hanging above the box.
"How do you think about my previous proposal, Your Excellency the Minister?"
Lucius had already been here more than half a month ago.
"Is it still the reason from before?" Fudge picked up the small box decisively.
"Not to mention whether Dumbledore will assist in the investigation, just doing so will attract countless criticisms against the Ministry of Magic."
Lucius caught the subtext.
It's not that it can't, but that the benefits have not been achieved.
A hypocritical smile appeared on his pale face again, "I heard that the Ministry's funds are limited recently, and I am a very kind person."
Fudge put away the small box with peace of mind, "I have to seriously think about how to minimize the impact."
First, it can damage Dumbledore's reputation, and second, it can also serve as a warning to the magic world.
As the current Minister of Magic, the real reason for his initial refusal was actually because Lucius was too picky.
……
……
After the six little ones were full, they had already quietly returned to the dormitory.
Cedric and Rove went out and turned left, and it was not difficult for the remaining four to rely on the Marauder's Map.
On this day, Gryffindor still had the most points.
……
……
morning after hours.
London, Westminster Whitehall.
At dawn, a man with long, smooth golden hair and a satin-like robe appeared on this bustling street.
He held the silver snake head with a black cane in his palm, and every step he took showed elegance and calmness.
And here is not only the location of many government departments of the Big Muggles, but also the hiding place of the Ministry of Magic.
A tall, slender middle-aged man with a very handsome appearance.
With his gloomy and pale face and his outfit, he looked like he was not an ordinary person.
However, the strange thing is that the pedestrians seem to be "passers-by" who can't see the nobleman's dress.
The man also turned into a dirty street with several dilapidated buildings, as if he couldn't see them.
The rusty red phone booth in front of him seemed to be the place he was going to.
He picked up the microphone and put it aside, reached out and dialed the number "62442" on the dial.
"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and the business you need to handle."
This indifferent female voice did not come from the microphone, but from the top of the phone booth above the man's head.
"Lucius Malfoy, I have an appointment with Minister Fudge."
"Confirmed." The female voice was no longer indifferent, and was even more enthusiastic, "Please take the badge well.
The Ministry of Magic wishes you a pleasant day. "
Lucius didn't reach for the metal badge that popped out of the coin slot.
He waited for a few seconds, and the floor suddenly sank as if it had collapsed.
The darkness didn't last long.
This section is like a small room in a Muggle elevator, stopping in front of a magnificent hall.
Its dark wood floors were polished and polished.
The peacock-blue ceiling is inlaid with gleaming gold symbols, constantly moving and changing, like a giant bulletin board in the sky.
There are many gilded fireplaces embedded in the walls on both sides, and people keep appearing and disappearing from them.
The most conspicuous thing in the hall is a pure gold statue fountain.
It has wizards and witches, centaurs, goblins and house-elves on it.
Under the effect of magic, water jets are ejected from different places of the sculpture.
Lucius walked straight towards the golden door at the end.
He opened the door and walked in, and more than 20 magic elevators came into view.
Just as he was walking towards the leftmost elevator, a black and white vortex suddenly appeared not far in front of him.
Accompanying it was a rather ear-piercing gas explosion.
As soon as the back of a tall and thin man appeared, Lucius cast his eyes on the somewhat sparse back of his head.
Red hair, graying suit.
The thin and tall man turned around subconsciously, and lightly pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose.
"So it was you, Malfoy—"
He walked forward with great interest, "No wonder I'm almost late today, it turns out that you, a distinguished guest, are coming to the department~"
"Weasley." Lucius looked coldly at his forehead, which was thinner than the back of his head.
His elegance and calmness disappeared in an instant, "You should pay more attention to your body, don't just care about the children."
The man who was almost the same height as him was the twins and Ron's father, Arthur Weasley.
"Thank you for your kindness."
Arthur glanced down at his chest, "Where's your badge, Malfoy?"
Lucius sneered, "Since when did the Misuse of Muggle Substances Division have the power to question me?"
He raised his hand to push Arthur away, "Weasley, I don't have time to greet you."
"You better be careful."
Arthur turned his head sideways, his face full of vigor, "You know about Quirinus Quirrell, right?
I have submitted an application to the Ministry to thoroughly investigate all items with black magic. "
Lucius, who stopped in his tracks, turned his head, "It's ridiculous, such an absurd application won't be approved at all."
"Really? You really think so?"
His pale face was unmoved.
"Weasley, I am innocent, and I cannot have any collusion with the dark forces." After speaking, he turned and stepped into the elevator.
Arthur stared until the door was fully closed.
"Oops, I'm really going to be late now!" He hurriedly ran into the second-to-last elevator on the right.
……
……
The office of the Minister of Magic is on the basement level deeper than the Great Hall.
The style here is very old-fashioned, and there are several promotional posters on both sides of the corridor.
Each one has a different slogan, but Fudge's big face is on it.
Lucius stopped in front of the door, adjusted his expression slightly before extending his hand.
"Knock Knock-"
"Come in."
He pushed open the door and put on a hypocritical smile, "Your Excellency, thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to meet me."
Fudge, who was sitting behind the desk, returned the same smile, "Lucius, with the relationship between you and me, no matter how busy I am, I must see you first."
He tapped his hands, and two cups of hot tea appeared on the table.
"Please."
Lucius sat across from him somewhat cautiously, "You're welcome."
He leaned his snake-headed cane against the chair, trying to appear as nonthreatening as possible.
After taking a sip of hot tea, the portrait of the original Minister of Magic hanging behind him, Urick Gamp suddenly lowered his head in a daze.
Lucius didn't put down the tea cup he was holding until the portrait snored.
"Your Excellency, don't you think this process is too cumbersome?"
"This is the rule he set." Fudge turned his head to look at the portrait, "Only when the guests drink tea and talk about anything in the office will not be leaked."
"I know, so I prepared this." Lucius reached for the robe.
"I just need a hint." He took out a palm-sized but exquisitely crafted small box.
Fudge raised his eyebrows slightly, "Dumbledore is very sure."
Lucius' face changed drastically, but he quickly returned to normal, "I thank you very much, Your Excellency the Minister."
Voldemort really appeared, even if it was only Dumbledore's one-sided claim.
"One more thing."
"Speak." Fudge stopped his right hand hanging above the box.
"How do you think about my previous proposal, Your Excellency the Minister?"
Lucius had already been here more than half a month ago.
"Is it still the reason from before?" Fudge picked up the small box decisively.
"Not to mention whether Dumbledore will assist in the investigation, just doing so will attract countless criticisms against the Ministry of Magic."
Lucius caught the subtext.
It's not that it can't, but that the benefits have not been achieved.
A hypocritical smile appeared on his pale face again, "I heard that the Ministry's funds are limited recently, and I am a very kind person."
Fudge put away the small box with peace of mind, "I have to seriously think about how to minimize the impact."
First, it can damage Dumbledore's reputation, and second, it can also serve as a warning to the magic world.
As the current Minister of Magic, the real reason for his initial refusal was actually because Lucius was too picky.
……
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