Chapter 480 Master Lucius' Back Path
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Qing Mo Da Xian
In the early hours of the morning, Lucius returned to Malfoy Manor.
Draco and Narcissa were up and waiting quietly for him to come home.
"You don't need to show such an expression, it's not a serious matter."
Narcissa stepped forward and unbuttoned his robes.
With her son still present, she could understand.
"Anyone with a discerning eye can see our family's contribution to the Ministry of Magic. Neither Fudge nor Dumbledore can affect our family."
Lucius put down the snake-headed cane, "Draco, there are not a few days left for the holiday, right?"
"Dad, there are still four days."
He sat down casually, "Go to bed early tonight, and mom and dad will take you to Diagon Alley tomorrow morning."
Elegant and calm as always, the omnipotent dad is back.
Draco jumped off the sofa excitedly, "Dad, I want a Nimbus 2002!"
The performance of the first-generation Alpha of Sweeping Company was so good that Nimbus had to release the next-generation broom in advance.
While performance is about the same and price is similar, it's still no match for the custom model.
Lucius hardly thought about it, "If you want to buy it, you must buy the best one. Dad will customize an Alpha with the strongest performance for you tomorrow."
The Gryffindor school team was all produced, and there have always been rumors that Vincent holds a lot of shares.
Customizing a first-generation Alpha is equivalent to being an enemy.
"Draco, do you want to win?"
"Think, think all the time!"
Lucius reached out and stroked Draco's neatly combed soft blond hair,
"For the honor brought by victory, no matter what means are allowed."
Even if it is only 0.1 seconds, an advantage is always an advantage.
Rogue Rabbit's data is on the bright side, not to mention Draco, even the Quidditch teams from all over the world are envious.
Since they are all made by Sweeping Company, spending a few Galleons can make a more powerful one.
"Dad, I'm going to beat Wayne, Potter and Wes to them on my new broomstick!"
"Okay!" Lucius patted Draco's shoulders heavily with both hands,
"We are members of the Malfoy family, and we must hold our chests high at all times."
Draco nodded half understanding.
Not just a simple defeat, but also defeat with the opponent's equipment.
fair?
The world is not fair.
"Dad, I'll go back to my room to rest first."
"Go." Lucius watched his son's back disappear little by little.
He stopped waving his right hand.
Narcissa held his hand and sat on the sofa, "Is the newspaper in that small island country real?"
"I've checked with Fudge."
Lucius' subconscious was trembling, "He lodged in Quirinus Quirrell in a state similar to a soul the year before last.
His purpose for asking for the Philosopher's Stone is probably to revive his original body. "
"Is there any evidence?"
"The diary has powerful magic arranged by him himself, and the sword of Gryffindor alone cannot destroy it."
Narcissa opened her mouth slightly in shock.
If it could be destroyed, Lucius would have destroyed the diary long ago.
"The Unforgivable Curse?"
"That's right, and it's still his Killing Curse."
The absorptive properties of Gryffindor's sword are no secret, and the old pure-blood families know it.
"This..." Narcissa shook her head, clutching his trembling hands tightly,
"Even if it's really him, if you want to really come back, you have to resurrect your body first."
"After going to Diagon Alley tomorrow, let's go to Azkaban together." Lucius stopped trembling,
"Your sister owns most of the wealth of the Strange and Black families. As long as I can persuade her to hand it over to us, I can speed up the layout of the wizard card."
No one can refuse the golden Galleon.
Dedicated to the golden Gallon who harvests wizards from all over the world, even Voldemort is no exception.
"Where is the Ministry of Magic?" Narcissa was about to overflow.
"Donate a part, and invest the rest anonymously elsewhere."
Tightrope walking and hedging have always been two traditions of the Malfoy family.
The greater the risk, the greater the reward.
When an uncertain situation arises, keep a hand on both sides.
"What are you going to invest in?"
Fudge's real face is too ugly to bet half of the bet.
Dumbledore doesn't take hard and soft, there are almost no flaws in his body, and the relationship has always been very stiff.
Harry was too young, and it was too difficult to get his mind across.
After much deliberation, none of them seemed suitable.
and many more!
Now that one's origin is removed, there is one more.
It's a pity that he is extremely disgusted with the Malfoy family, or pure blood supremacy, otherwise...
"The Reed House!"
Narcissa knew what the reed house that suddenly popped out of Lucius' mouth was.
Why do you invest in this group of people who have traveled across the ocean to beg for food?
"Wayne, Vincent Wayne."
Not only the Weiwu family, but also the wizard card.
If the Gwent brand failed completely and Wayne Enterprises was on the verge of bankruptcy, the Malfoy family extended a helping hand to him...
Although it can play a small role, at least it can leave a way out for the future.
The matter has been determined over there, and Fudge wants to deny it, which will cause international problems.
He narrowly escaped from the remnants of the Death Eaters, and has also won medals from the United Kingdom and the United States. In half a year, he will be the youth representative of the British Wizengamot.
It is impossible to say what is said to be more effective than Fudge and Dumbledore, but at least it can alleviate the suspicion of the Malfoy family.
Narcissa thought about it carefully and found that this method was already the best.
"If things go well—" Lucius pondered for a moment,
"If it goes well, even if that person comes back with a resurrected body, we can remain neutral on both sides."
At that time, he can make the final choice according to the situation.
It is still difficult to see who has a greater chance of winning.
……
……
After dawn.
The Weiwu family, whose atmosphere has been depressed all day, finally returned to normal.
However, the smile on Mei Hui's face was still a bit forced.
She picked the wrong partner and made a wrong judgment.
Just after breakfast, a servant came with a cowhide envelope.
The badge on the front features a dragon on each side and a large letter "M" in the center.
"It's the Malfoy family."
Tuozhen looked at Meihui, and then handed over the letter.
She pushed back, "I am no longer the manager of the Weiwu family, this matter should be handled by you."
The three brothers and sisters left very tactfully.
Tuo really watched it with her.
How to say the content, very weird.
That proud Malfoy family actually wanted to sell the wizard card to the Weiwu family at cost price?
The deadline is half a year, so you don't have to divide the profit as much as you earn?
"Their goal is the Gwent card." Tuozhen put down the kraft letter paper.
Of course she knew it too.
But the key is at this point in time, when the children just came back.
"Meihui, you should have heard of Death Eaters, right?"
There must be, after all, it was her who took the blame.
……
……
Draco and Narcissa were up and waiting quietly for him to come home.
"You don't need to show such an expression, it's not a serious matter."
Narcissa stepped forward and unbuttoned his robes.
With her son still present, she could understand.
"Anyone with a discerning eye can see our family's contribution to the Ministry of Magic. Neither Fudge nor Dumbledore can affect our family."
Lucius put down the snake-headed cane, "Draco, there are not a few days left for the holiday, right?"
"Dad, there are still four days."
He sat down casually, "Go to bed early tonight, and mom and dad will take you to Diagon Alley tomorrow morning."
Elegant and calm as always, the omnipotent dad is back.
Draco jumped off the sofa excitedly, "Dad, I want a Nimbus 2002!"
The performance of the first-generation Alpha of Sweeping Company was so good that Nimbus had to release the next-generation broom in advance.
While performance is about the same and price is similar, it's still no match for the custom model.
Lucius hardly thought about it, "If you want to buy it, you must buy the best one. Dad will customize an Alpha with the strongest performance for you tomorrow."
The Gryffindor school team was all produced, and there have always been rumors that Vincent holds a lot of shares.
Customizing a first-generation Alpha is equivalent to being an enemy.
"Draco, do you want to win?"
"Think, think all the time!"
Lucius reached out and stroked Draco's neatly combed soft blond hair,
"For the honor brought by victory, no matter what means are allowed."
Even if it is only 0.1 seconds, an advantage is always an advantage.
Rogue Rabbit's data is on the bright side, not to mention Draco, even the Quidditch teams from all over the world are envious.
Since they are all made by Sweeping Company, spending a few Galleons can make a more powerful one.
"Dad, I'm going to beat Wayne, Potter and Wes to them on my new broomstick!"
"Okay!" Lucius patted Draco's shoulders heavily with both hands,
"We are members of the Malfoy family, and we must hold our chests high at all times."
Draco nodded half understanding.
Not just a simple defeat, but also defeat with the opponent's equipment.
fair?
The world is not fair.
"Dad, I'll go back to my room to rest first."
"Go." Lucius watched his son's back disappear little by little.
He stopped waving his right hand.
Narcissa held his hand and sat on the sofa, "Is the newspaper in that small island country real?"
"I've checked with Fudge."
Lucius' subconscious was trembling, "He lodged in Quirinus Quirrell in a state similar to a soul the year before last.
His purpose for asking for the Philosopher's Stone is probably to revive his original body. "
"Is there any evidence?"
"The diary has powerful magic arranged by him himself, and the sword of Gryffindor alone cannot destroy it."
Narcissa opened her mouth slightly in shock.
If it could be destroyed, Lucius would have destroyed the diary long ago.
"The Unforgivable Curse?"
"That's right, and it's still his Killing Curse."
The absorptive properties of Gryffindor's sword are no secret, and the old pure-blood families know it.
"This..." Narcissa shook her head, clutching his trembling hands tightly,
"Even if it's really him, if you want to really come back, you have to resurrect your body first."
"After going to Diagon Alley tomorrow, let's go to Azkaban together." Lucius stopped trembling,
"Your sister owns most of the wealth of the Strange and Black families. As long as I can persuade her to hand it over to us, I can speed up the layout of the wizard card."
No one can refuse the golden Galleon.
Dedicated to the golden Gallon who harvests wizards from all over the world, even Voldemort is no exception.
"Where is the Ministry of Magic?" Narcissa was about to overflow.
"Donate a part, and invest the rest anonymously elsewhere."
Tightrope walking and hedging have always been two traditions of the Malfoy family.
The greater the risk, the greater the reward.
When an uncertain situation arises, keep a hand on both sides.
"What are you going to invest in?"
Fudge's real face is too ugly to bet half of the bet.
Dumbledore doesn't take hard and soft, there are almost no flaws in his body, and the relationship has always been very stiff.
Harry was too young, and it was too difficult to get his mind across.
After much deliberation, none of them seemed suitable.
and many more!
Now that one's origin is removed, there is one more.
It's a pity that he is extremely disgusted with the Malfoy family, or pure blood supremacy, otherwise...
"The Reed House!"
Narcissa knew what the reed house that suddenly popped out of Lucius' mouth was.
Why do you invest in this group of people who have traveled across the ocean to beg for food?
"Wayne, Vincent Wayne."
Not only the Weiwu family, but also the wizard card.
If the Gwent brand failed completely and Wayne Enterprises was on the verge of bankruptcy, the Malfoy family extended a helping hand to him...
Although it can play a small role, at least it can leave a way out for the future.
The matter has been determined over there, and Fudge wants to deny it, which will cause international problems.
He narrowly escaped from the remnants of the Death Eaters, and has also won medals from the United Kingdom and the United States. In half a year, he will be the youth representative of the British Wizengamot.
It is impossible to say what is said to be more effective than Fudge and Dumbledore, but at least it can alleviate the suspicion of the Malfoy family.
Narcissa thought about it carefully and found that this method was already the best.
"If things go well—" Lucius pondered for a moment,
"If it goes well, even if that person comes back with a resurrected body, we can remain neutral on both sides."
At that time, he can make the final choice according to the situation.
It is still difficult to see who has a greater chance of winning.
……
……
After dawn.
The Weiwu family, whose atmosphere has been depressed all day, finally returned to normal.
However, the smile on Mei Hui's face was still a bit forced.
She picked the wrong partner and made a wrong judgment.
Just after breakfast, a servant came with a cowhide envelope.
The badge on the front features a dragon on each side and a large letter "M" in the center.
"It's the Malfoy family."
Tuozhen looked at Meihui, and then handed over the letter.
She pushed back, "I am no longer the manager of the Weiwu family, this matter should be handled by you."
The three brothers and sisters left very tactfully.
Tuo really watched it with her.
How to say the content, very weird.
That proud Malfoy family actually wanted to sell the wizard card to the Weiwu family at cost price?
The deadline is half a year, so you don't have to divide the profit as much as you earn?
"Their goal is the Gwent card." Tuozhen put down the kraft letter paper.
Of course she knew it too.
But the key is at this point in time, when the children just came back.
"Meihui, you should have heard of Death Eaters, right?"
There must be, after all, it was her who took the blame.
……
……
