Chapter 276 Generous Master Lucius
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Of course, the Malfoy family has the final say on the estate of the Malfoy family.
Lucius glanced at the eight people with contemptuous eyes, "Such a rude and rude way—"
He squeezed the silver snake head on the cane tightly, "Weasley, I advise you not to make a big deal out of it."
Arthur's gaze was particularly determined, "Malfoy, don't you want to delay!"
An orange halo flashed, and the delicate wrought iron gate instantly turned into a pile of fragments.
"Since you refuse to cooperate, we have no choice but to enforce the law!"
Lucius' body was shaking.
It exploded, really exploded.
The door of their Malfoy family was blown up by the barbarian Weasley.
"Words can't describe my anger!" He pulled out the elm wand hidden in the cane.
No spells were heard, and all the iron fragments scattered on the ground were suspended.
Arthur and the others immediately cast the Iron Armor Curse.
A pair of eight is obviously irrational.
But Lucius couldn't help it.
He wasn't worried about the dark magic items in the manor, he was only worried about one that belonged to Voldemort.
Once a symbol of loyalty, this thing is now a hot potato.
Damn Fudge!
A vampire among vampires!
Lucius did not attack for a long time, and the situation remained deadlocked.
Arthur and the others dare not be careless.
"Stop!" There were two figures walking quickly on the lawn.
In the front is the deadpan Dawlish, and in the back is the energetic Fudge.
Big sticks with sweet dates can be exchanged for Golden Galleons.
Lucius' steady breathing gradually increased.
You don't even want your face anymore!
"Put down your wands first." Fudge stood between the two parties amiably, "Say what you want, there is no need to make the situation like this."
Arthur and the others thought about it for a while, and they all understood what was going on.
Mr. Minister, it's too ugly to eat.
"Minister Fudge, I want to complain about their violent law enforcement!" Lucius admitted that he was guilty, and he still had the attitude he should have.
The dissatisfaction he wrote on his face really had an effect.
"Arthur, you go back first."
"But with Malfoy's attitude, there must be something hidden in it—"
"Go back first." Fudge turned sideways slightly, with a smile on his face, "I will have a good talk with Lucius."
The search is false, but the profit is true.
Arthur and the eight of them are all veterans of the Ministry of Magic, so how can they not see the thoughts of their ministers.
Argue?
Don't be silly, this is the one who dares to award himself the Order of Merlin First Class.
"Close the team!" Arthur took the lead and turned to leave.
Without the anti-apparition spell, they didn't want to stay for a second.
Lucius watched them walk away in desperation, feeling as happy as he wanted.
This move is very cool, but there is a price to pay.
"Lucius, Arthur and the others misunderstood me—"
Fudge began to explain the purpose of this special operation.
Although Quirrell has entered Azkaban, the magic world is still under the threat of dark wizards all the time.
He has always believed that the noble and elegant Malfoy family would never join forces with this group of people.
These words "moved" Lucius.
"Minister Fudge, I have decided to set up a fund to fight against the dark forces and contribute a small amount to the Ministry of Magic."
Heartache is real heartache.
The Malfoy family is not the big boss of Gringotts. No matter how much surplus food the landlord has, it will be drained sooner or later.
Fudge hid the joy on his face well, "Lucius, thank you for your kindness."
He then said sadly: "The group of people who harmed the stability and unity of the magic world will definitely get the punishment they deserve!"
Lucius squeezed out a smile, "Just like you have always believed in me, I believe you will be able to fulfill this long-cherished wish."
"thank you for your blessing."
"Sure, Your Excellency."
Dawlish listened to the two flattering each other like a log.
There was still no expression on his face, like an emotionless bodyguard.
"In three days, I will let Arthur and the others come again."
Lucius's heart became more comfortable.
Sure enough, no wizard can refuse Jin Gallon.
……
……
Not too far from the center of London, in the south of Hillingdon.
As soon as the Wayne family walked out of Heathrow Airport, they ran into a reporter from the "Daily Prophet".
Rita's attire today is particularly eye-catching, she is still wearing a bright green coat even in such a hot summer.
Her gaze remained on Vincent all the time, "Welcome back, our hero."
It solved the things that America's wizarding world couldn't solve, and it really gave a big face that was not as good as a year.
"How do you know the time?"
Rita flicked her jewel-encrusted glasses, "I know the editor-in-chief of the New York Ghost, and he said that you have been guests at the Magic Congress for a while."
She showed a smile that she thought was charming, "My self-consciousness tells me that you must have a more magical experience."
"Your intuition is even more amazing." Eric walked right past her.
Evelyn followed him without saying a word.
Vincent tapped the white short-sleeved shirt on his body with his fingertips, "I hope you can knock on the door first this time."
"I will." Rita didn't follow.
As long as this interview opportunity exists, we will definitely be able to dig out bigger news.
139 Oxford Street.
The Wayne family walked over quite calmly under the watchful eyes of reporters from many wizarding newspapers.
Although they didn't have Rita's intuition, they were all eager to know the details of the Furacan incident.
You can't hide from it, so just solve it once and for all.
The small sofa on the first floor was full of people, and Eric and Evelyn quietly prepared tea.
"No, I just happened to build a little thing that could help."
"Is it the super powerful enhanced version?"
Vincent acted very naturally, "This is a secret, if I tell it, the Magic Congress will definitely take back my medal."
"So is Fulakan really the source of the typhoon?"
"I think you need to interview Mr. Scamander, he's far more professional than I am."
After dealing with them one by one, two hours have passed.
"What I said just now should be enough for everyone to go back to work, right?"
Reporters from major newspapers all laughed heartily.
No airs, occasionally a little humor.
They are not Rita, who know what it means to accept when they are good.
"Mrs. Wayne, very good dim sum."
"Oh—and Mr. Wayne's tea."
After all the reporters left, the family of three relaxed as if they were relieved.
"So this is what it feels like to be a celebrity." Eric smiled wryly. "If this continues, I'd like to move to Surrey."
"It's useless." Vincent opened the suitcase and carried Gu Gu out of it. "They all have informants, and the most famous ones even have students."
"She's so powerful?" Evelyn, who was cleaning up, turned her head, "If we weren't as famous as we are now, would she do something?"
"Most definitely."
Compared to digging out the truth, Rita seems to be more willing to attract people's attention.
The title is as exaggerated as it is, and most of the content is outrageous to the extreme.
But such a character, in Vincent's view, has many weaknesses.
As a sounding board, she is the perfect candidate.
……
……
Lucius glanced at the eight people with contemptuous eyes, "Such a rude and rude way—"
He squeezed the silver snake head on the cane tightly, "Weasley, I advise you not to make a big deal out of it."
Arthur's gaze was particularly determined, "Malfoy, don't you want to delay!"
An orange halo flashed, and the delicate wrought iron gate instantly turned into a pile of fragments.
"Since you refuse to cooperate, we have no choice but to enforce the law!"
Lucius' body was shaking.
It exploded, really exploded.
The door of their Malfoy family was blown up by the barbarian Weasley.
"Words can't describe my anger!" He pulled out the elm wand hidden in the cane.
No spells were heard, and all the iron fragments scattered on the ground were suspended.
Arthur and the others immediately cast the Iron Armor Curse.
A pair of eight is obviously irrational.
But Lucius couldn't help it.
He wasn't worried about the dark magic items in the manor, he was only worried about one that belonged to Voldemort.
Once a symbol of loyalty, this thing is now a hot potato.
Damn Fudge!
A vampire among vampires!
Lucius did not attack for a long time, and the situation remained deadlocked.
Arthur and the others dare not be careless.
"Stop!" There were two figures walking quickly on the lawn.
In the front is the deadpan Dawlish, and in the back is the energetic Fudge.
Big sticks with sweet dates can be exchanged for Golden Galleons.
Lucius' steady breathing gradually increased.
You don't even want your face anymore!
"Put down your wands first." Fudge stood between the two parties amiably, "Say what you want, there is no need to make the situation like this."
Arthur and the others thought about it for a while, and they all understood what was going on.
Mr. Minister, it's too ugly to eat.
"Minister Fudge, I want to complain about their violent law enforcement!" Lucius admitted that he was guilty, and he still had the attitude he should have.
The dissatisfaction he wrote on his face really had an effect.
"Arthur, you go back first."
"But with Malfoy's attitude, there must be something hidden in it—"
"Go back first." Fudge turned sideways slightly, with a smile on his face, "I will have a good talk with Lucius."
The search is false, but the profit is true.
Arthur and the eight of them are all veterans of the Ministry of Magic, so how can they not see the thoughts of their ministers.
Argue?
Don't be silly, this is the one who dares to award himself the Order of Merlin First Class.
"Close the team!" Arthur took the lead and turned to leave.
Without the anti-apparition spell, they didn't want to stay for a second.
Lucius watched them walk away in desperation, feeling as happy as he wanted.
This move is very cool, but there is a price to pay.
"Lucius, Arthur and the others misunderstood me—"
Fudge began to explain the purpose of this special operation.
Although Quirrell has entered Azkaban, the magic world is still under the threat of dark wizards all the time.
He has always believed that the noble and elegant Malfoy family would never join forces with this group of people.
These words "moved" Lucius.
"Minister Fudge, I have decided to set up a fund to fight against the dark forces and contribute a small amount to the Ministry of Magic."
Heartache is real heartache.
The Malfoy family is not the big boss of Gringotts. No matter how much surplus food the landlord has, it will be drained sooner or later.
Fudge hid the joy on his face well, "Lucius, thank you for your kindness."
He then said sadly: "The group of people who harmed the stability and unity of the magic world will definitely get the punishment they deserve!"
Lucius squeezed out a smile, "Just like you have always believed in me, I believe you will be able to fulfill this long-cherished wish."
"thank you for your blessing."
"Sure, Your Excellency."
Dawlish listened to the two flattering each other like a log.
There was still no expression on his face, like an emotionless bodyguard.
"In three days, I will let Arthur and the others come again."
Lucius's heart became more comfortable.
Sure enough, no wizard can refuse Jin Gallon.
……
……
Not too far from the center of London, in the south of Hillingdon.
As soon as the Wayne family walked out of Heathrow Airport, they ran into a reporter from the "Daily Prophet".
Rita's attire today is particularly eye-catching, she is still wearing a bright green coat even in such a hot summer.
Her gaze remained on Vincent all the time, "Welcome back, our hero."
It solved the things that America's wizarding world couldn't solve, and it really gave a big face that was not as good as a year.
"How do you know the time?"
Rita flicked her jewel-encrusted glasses, "I know the editor-in-chief of the New York Ghost, and he said that you have been guests at the Magic Congress for a while."
She showed a smile that she thought was charming, "My self-consciousness tells me that you must have a more magical experience."
"Your intuition is even more amazing." Eric walked right past her.
Evelyn followed him without saying a word.
Vincent tapped the white short-sleeved shirt on his body with his fingertips, "I hope you can knock on the door first this time."
"I will." Rita didn't follow.
As long as this interview opportunity exists, we will definitely be able to dig out bigger news.
139 Oxford Street.
The Wayne family walked over quite calmly under the watchful eyes of reporters from many wizarding newspapers.
Although they didn't have Rita's intuition, they were all eager to know the details of the Furacan incident.
You can't hide from it, so just solve it once and for all.
The small sofa on the first floor was full of people, and Eric and Evelyn quietly prepared tea.
"No, I just happened to build a little thing that could help."
"Is it the super powerful enhanced version?"
Vincent acted very naturally, "This is a secret, if I tell it, the Magic Congress will definitely take back my medal."
"So is Fulakan really the source of the typhoon?"
"I think you need to interview Mr. Scamander, he's far more professional than I am."
After dealing with them one by one, two hours have passed.
"What I said just now should be enough for everyone to go back to work, right?"
Reporters from major newspapers all laughed heartily.
No airs, occasionally a little humor.
They are not Rita, who know what it means to accept when they are good.
"Mrs. Wayne, very good dim sum."
"Oh—and Mr. Wayne's tea."
After all the reporters left, the family of three relaxed as if they were relieved.
"So this is what it feels like to be a celebrity." Eric smiled wryly. "If this continues, I'd like to move to Surrey."
"It's useless." Vincent opened the suitcase and carried Gu Gu out of it. "They all have informants, and the most famous ones even have students."
"She's so powerful?" Evelyn, who was cleaning up, turned her head, "If we weren't as famous as we are now, would she do something?"
"Most definitely."
Compared to digging out the truth, Rita seems to be more willing to attract people's attention.
The title is as exaggerated as it is, and most of the content is outrageous to the extreme.
But such a character, in Vincent's view, has many weaknesses.
As a sounding board, she is the perfect candidate.
……
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