Chapter 356 Lucius' Choice
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Early in the morning, Lucius came to the Ministry of Magic.
Fudge's meaning was very clear, this time the incident was too bad, it was difficult for him to hold back.
It's just difficult, not impossible.
"Lucius, you must understand the seriousness of this matter!" Fudge pretended to be angry, and slapped his hands on the table heavily,
"If it weren't for your contribution to the ministry, you would have appeared in the dock with Guidero now!"
Of course Lucius understood the seriousness of the matter.
Since the establishment of the British Ministry of Magic, almost every minister has changed his ways to suck blood from their ancient pure-blood families.
He wasn't interested in knowing how much was really invested in the Ministry of Magic, he only knew that if there was no bloodshed today, the Malfoy family would become scapegoats along with Lockhart.
"Minister Fudge, since you can accept my meeting request in private, does it mean that there is no clear evidence—"
"Lucius! Do you think we don't have any?" Fudge opened the drawer violently, and threw a large stack of parchment in front of him,
"The evidence is all there, and the house elf in your family has been missing for a long time, right?"
Lucius opened the top parchment, his face became more and more ugly, especially when he saw the signature.
Vincent Wayne! ?
It's been a name in almost every letter his son Draco has received since he started school.
At first, he wanted to use the power of the school trustee to teach the Muggle-born a lesson.
It's just that the rival Arthur jumped out to fight against the army, and Dumbledore sucked some blood on the grounds of the quality of the students.
He was just a little wizard with no identity and no background, and sooner or later he would repay the bad breath he endured twice.
However, after a summer vacation, he not only became Nicole Flamel's apprentice, but also won the Merlin Sir Order and the Congressional Medal of Honor.
This identity is not easy to deal with.
In line with the way of doing things that people will not offend me, and I will not offend others, Lucius specifically asked his son Draco.
But ah, but, he suddenly saw the potential of Gwent cards.
Compared with the variety of entertainment items for Muggles, there are still too few things in the wizarding world that can really attract the public and are suitable for all ages.
The threshold of Quidditch is too high, and wizard chess requires patience.
With two wins in three rounds, the Gwent card played out one by one, is likely to become the next explosion of wizards.
Ah - this is the taste of Galleon.
Lucius was very pleased with his son Draco's vision, and at the same time very grateful that Vincent was only confined to the campus.
The world of magic is big, too big for Muggle-borns to comprehend.
Then he got a tip.
Does the Magic Council cooperate with Vincent?
Purchase a batch of alchemy guns to reduce the harm of Furacan! ?
The background is all there, and what a fart!
But he was a man of the Malfoy family, and he would not easily turn around unless he was beaten badly.
"Secretary Fudge, I do not find this testimony credible."
"Certainly believable, he's going to be the Wizengamot youth representative in the UK next year, and you should know what that means."
A lot of swear words ran through Lucius' mind.
To maintain an elegant image, these words can only be thought of secretly.
"That's really enough." He tried to maintain a flawless smirk on his face, looking over the names of a large group of students.
Dumbledore and the professors don't need to look at it, it must be not good for them.
But Snape's, you have to look at it.
Sure enough, he was a good student, and his name was never mentioned between the lines.
Wait - a house-elf named Dobby?
Oh, it turned out that he was not missing, but was imprisoned in Hogwarts because he deliberately attacked the students and did not tell the owner's name.
A house-elf wouldn't betray his master, but once he's in the dock, there are plenty of ways to get him to tell the truth.
Stop loss in time!
"Minister Fudge, I never knew this house elf!" Lucius closed Dobby's testimony,
"It's just a humble and lowly creature, and the possibility of deliberately planting it cannot be ruled out!"
"Really, Lucius?" Fudge smiled gently,
"Arthur also seemed to have a house-elf named Dobby in his previous raid report."
He shook his head regretfully, "Is it possible that the one you said appeared in your manor happened to have the same name as it?"
Not only do they have the same name, but they also look exactly the same.
"I've already chased it away!" Lucius suppressed the anger in his heart.
"So, Minister Fudge, any actions it makes have nothing to do with me. Everything is its arbitrary behavior after it is free."
Fudge nodded slightly, and took out a diary that was almost divided into two halves from the drawer.
"Lucius, have you seen this thing?"
"No."
"you sure?"
Lucius clenched his teeth, as if he had made up his mind.
"I swear, I've never seen this thing in my life!"
"Very good." Fudge put the diary back in the drawer, "This is the property of the man who cannot be named, and it contains his 16-year-old soul.
Although he was no longer there, the ministry agreed that this dangerous thing really belonged to him. "
In front of Lucius was an opportunity, an opportunity to completely draw a line with Voldemort.
"Minister Fudge, you know me." There was no hesitation on his face,
"It's impossible for me to have anything to do with that person, let alone own anything from him."
Once, the diary was his crowning honor as a Death Eater.
Who gets access to Voldemort's belongings?
It was Lucius Malfoy who provided massive financial resources and donated the entire manor!
If he knew that there was Voldemort's 16-year-old soul in it, and if he hadn't secretly slipped the diary to Lockhart, he might still be able to stand in the future.
Now he can only make a clean break with Voldemort.
"Very good, Lucius! Very good!" Fudge was delighted.
The fact that Lucius could make this choice shows that even this loyal Death Eater who got the diary betrayed him.
A second-year wizard who can kill 16-year-old Voldemort, if not dead, what else can he do?
resurrection?
Who else is capable of helping him?
Death Eaters in Azkaban?
Yes, and old Knott and the others.
Fudge and Lucius looked at each other knowingly.
Both are very knowledgeable and know what they should do.
The Malfoy family not only wanted a hemorrhage, but also set up various charitable funds under clever pretexts to draw the Nott family and others into the bloodletting.
When it's done, most of it goes to the Ministry of Magic, and the rest is divided between the two of them.
According to Lucius' understanding of Fudge, let alone [-]% by then, any fraction of it will have to be Merlin's manifestation.
……
……
Fudge's meaning was very clear, this time the incident was too bad, it was difficult for him to hold back.
It's just difficult, not impossible.
"Lucius, you must understand the seriousness of this matter!" Fudge pretended to be angry, and slapped his hands on the table heavily,
"If it weren't for your contribution to the ministry, you would have appeared in the dock with Guidero now!"
Of course Lucius understood the seriousness of the matter.
Since the establishment of the British Ministry of Magic, almost every minister has changed his ways to suck blood from their ancient pure-blood families.
He wasn't interested in knowing how much was really invested in the Ministry of Magic, he only knew that if there was no bloodshed today, the Malfoy family would become scapegoats along with Lockhart.
"Minister Fudge, since you can accept my meeting request in private, does it mean that there is no clear evidence—"
"Lucius! Do you think we don't have any?" Fudge opened the drawer violently, and threw a large stack of parchment in front of him,
"The evidence is all there, and the house elf in your family has been missing for a long time, right?"
Lucius opened the top parchment, his face became more and more ugly, especially when he saw the signature.
Vincent Wayne! ?
It's been a name in almost every letter his son Draco has received since he started school.
At first, he wanted to use the power of the school trustee to teach the Muggle-born a lesson.
It's just that the rival Arthur jumped out to fight against the army, and Dumbledore sucked some blood on the grounds of the quality of the students.
He was just a little wizard with no identity and no background, and sooner or later he would repay the bad breath he endured twice.
However, after a summer vacation, he not only became Nicole Flamel's apprentice, but also won the Merlin Sir Order and the Congressional Medal of Honor.
This identity is not easy to deal with.
In line with the way of doing things that people will not offend me, and I will not offend others, Lucius specifically asked his son Draco.
But ah, but, he suddenly saw the potential of Gwent cards.
Compared with the variety of entertainment items for Muggles, there are still too few things in the wizarding world that can really attract the public and are suitable for all ages.
The threshold of Quidditch is too high, and wizard chess requires patience.
With two wins in three rounds, the Gwent card played out one by one, is likely to become the next explosion of wizards.
Ah - this is the taste of Galleon.
Lucius was very pleased with his son Draco's vision, and at the same time very grateful that Vincent was only confined to the campus.
The world of magic is big, too big for Muggle-borns to comprehend.
Then he got a tip.
Does the Magic Council cooperate with Vincent?
Purchase a batch of alchemy guns to reduce the harm of Furacan! ?
The background is all there, and what a fart!
But he was a man of the Malfoy family, and he would not easily turn around unless he was beaten badly.
"Secretary Fudge, I do not find this testimony credible."
"Certainly believable, he's going to be the Wizengamot youth representative in the UK next year, and you should know what that means."
A lot of swear words ran through Lucius' mind.
To maintain an elegant image, these words can only be thought of secretly.
"That's really enough." He tried to maintain a flawless smirk on his face, looking over the names of a large group of students.
Dumbledore and the professors don't need to look at it, it must be not good for them.
But Snape's, you have to look at it.
Sure enough, he was a good student, and his name was never mentioned between the lines.
Wait - a house-elf named Dobby?
Oh, it turned out that he was not missing, but was imprisoned in Hogwarts because he deliberately attacked the students and did not tell the owner's name.
A house-elf wouldn't betray his master, but once he's in the dock, there are plenty of ways to get him to tell the truth.
Stop loss in time!
"Minister Fudge, I never knew this house elf!" Lucius closed Dobby's testimony,
"It's just a humble and lowly creature, and the possibility of deliberately planting it cannot be ruled out!"
"Really, Lucius?" Fudge smiled gently,
"Arthur also seemed to have a house-elf named Dobby in his previous raid report."
He shook his head regretfully, "Is it possible that the one you said appeared in your manor happened to have the same name as it?"
Not only do they have the same name, but they also look exactly the same.
"I've already chased it away!" Lucius suppressed the anger in his heart.
"So, Minister Fudge, any actions it makes have nothing to do with me. Everything is its arbitrary behavior after it is free."
Fudge nodded slightly, and took out a diary that was almost divided into two halves from the drawer.
"Lucius, have you seen this thing?"
"No."
"you sure?"
Lucius clenched his teeth, as if he had made up his mind.
"I swear, I've never seen this thing in my life!"
"Very good." Fudge put the diary back in the drawer, "This is the property of the man who cannot be named, and it contains his 16-year-old soul.
Although he was no longer there, the ministry agreed that this dangerous thing really belonged to him. "
In front of Lucius was an opportunity, an opportunity to completely draw a line with Voldemort.
"Minister Fudge, you know me." There was no hesitation on his face,
"It's impossible for me to have anything to do with that person, let alone own anything from him."
Once, the diary was his crowning honor as a Death Eater.
Who gets access to Voldemort's belongings?
It was Lucius Malfoy who provided massive financial resources and donated the entire manor!
If he knew that there was Voldemort's 16-year-old soul in it, and if he hadn't secretly slipped the diary to Lockhart, he might still be able to stand in the future.
Now he can only make a clean break with Voldemort.
"Very good, Lucius! Very good!" Fudge was delighted.
The fact that Lucius could make this choice shows that even this loyal Death Eater who got the diary betrayed him.
A second-year wizard who can kill 16-year-old Voldemort, if not dead, what else can he do?
resurrection?
Who else is capable of helping him?
Death Eaters in Azkaban?
Yes, and old Knott and the others.
Fudge and Lucius looked at each other knowingly.
Both are very knowledgeable and know what they should do.
The Malfoy family not only wanted a hemorrhage, but also set up various charitable funds under clever pretexts to draw the Nott family and others into the bloodletting.
When it's done, most of it goes to the Ministry of Magic, and the rest is divided between the two of them.
According to Lucius' understanding of Fudge, let alone [-]% by then, any fraction of it will have to be Merlin's manifestation.
……
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