Chapter 217 Threatening Malfoy
"Lucius Malfoy?!"
After hearing Wright mention the people who could be used, Dumbledore couldn't help but frown and said hesitantly:
"Perhaps you are right. Now he has lost his seat on the school board and is facing a search by the Ministry of Magic."
"Now is a time of great confusion! But..."
Understanding Dumbledore's hesitation, Wright thought about it and then persuaded:
"He was indeed a Death Eater, and he also used the situation to expel the headmaster of Hogwarts. He seemed to be hostile."
"But it is precisely because of this that he is worth using!"
"A speculator who had lost his backing and was in a state of panic and powerlessness was forgiven by his former enemy!"
“So, he’s perfect!”
Dumbledore stopped tapping the table, looked at Wright, let out a long sigh, and said in a compromising tone:
"I understand! Then how should I convince him..."
"Why should I convince him!"
Dumbledore was interrupted and looked at Wright with a little confusion, his mind was unable to wrap around for a moment.
Facing the doubtful gaze, Wright stopped stroking the bird with his right hand, raised his index finger and said mysteriously:
"Fear! It is a very good weapon, and now Voldemort is not the only one who can wield it. I can do it too!"
"So, leave it to me for now!"
After saying this, he didn't explain to Dumbledore, he stood up, put Fawkes back on the bird stand, and said goodbye and left the headmaster's office.
Dumbledore looked at Wright's back as he left, and inexplicably felt that he was becoming more and more like his former opponents.
After walking out of the office, Wright stretched himself lazily and said to himself helplessly:
"It seems that I thought it was too easy to clear Sirius' name in the past."
"The current situation is that Dumbledore is isolated, and the Ministry of Magic is using Black to cause trouble."
"So, old Dumbledore must send a signal to the outside world that he will not deal with wizards related to the Death Eaters."
"After all, there are definitely many pure-blood families that have secret relationships with Voldemort."
"So as to use them to temporarily counter the Ministry of Magic."
"Now, we need to intimidate Lucius! Judging from the future, I should be able to succeed."
"But who can help us find him?"
Just as Wright was thinking, a very familiar and suitable candidate appeared in his mind.
"Draco Malfoy!"
When he thought of this guy, he couldn't help but reveal a single man's hideous smile.
But Wright didn't go straight to him!
After all, according to the original timeline, Harry was disturbed by the Dementors and fell, and is now lying in the school infirmary.
Some dark topics are not convenient to talk about in a crowded place, and he also needs to prepare some things.
……
After Harry was discharged from the hospital according to the original timeline, Wright changed his face into that of an ordinary passerby and came to the school infirmary.
Seeing a stranger coming to visit him, Malfoy was not very happy. Instead, he acted very annoyed and even kept complaining.
What the hell, he has recovered, but he still has to lie here. The nutritious meals are terrible...
Listening to Malfoy's mumbling, Wright smiled, his eyes slightly darkened, and said slowly:
"You seem to have made a mistake! I'm not here to chat with you or comfort you."
Malfoy was about to explode when he heard Wright's words.
When he saw his eyes, he suddenly stared at Wright blankly, and his face gradually turned extremely pale.
Soon, he was sweating profusely, and he supported himself with his hands helplessly, retreated to the corner of the bed, and said in great panic:
"You're the one who made me like this! Don't come over here, don't come over here!"
When Wright saw him like this, he didn't force him too much, but sat quietly in the chair.
It was unknown how long it took before the frightened Malfoy dared to look at the person on the chair, trembling as he threatened:
"What do you want to do! Although my father is no longer a director, he is still very powerful."
"I...I...am still a noble pureblood..."
Listening to his feeble threat, Wright smiled, and his voice was mixed with the power of nightmare:
"I need you to bring something to your father when you go back for Christmas."
"This is not a negotiation, this is a request!"
Malfoy was extremely frightened, and his eyes instantly turned red when he looked at Wright.
Holding the quilt tightly with both hands, panting and mustering all the courage to shout:
"I won't let you hurt my family, forget it!"
"Get out of here..."
Seeing that Malfoy could still shout under the oppression of fear, Wright's eyes were filled with admiration, and he said lightly:
"On the contrary! It's not that I want to hurt him, but your father needs my help."
"You should be able to feel it! Your family is declining."
Faced with his ambiguous words, Malfoy seemed to understand, and the original shouting disappeared.
Seeing Malfoy seem to be more tactful and able to think, Wright was a little surprised and said:
"It seems that Lucius has trained you to be a noble!"
As if hearing Wright's whisper, Malfoy suddenly looked up at him with a look of surprise.
Ignoring his surprised expression, Wright's eyes turned dark, and he said as if he could see through people's hearts:
"It seems that my guess was correct. You already know that your father's current position is a bit awkward!"
"Being excluded by the school board, he has now lost his qualifications to be a chess player."
Looking at Malfoy whose expression kept changing, Wright continued to speak lazily:
"He must be very frightened now! After all, if he doesn't find a solution, he will really be torn into pieces and swallowed!"
Listening to the threatening words and the consequences of rejection constantly appearing in my mind.
Malfoy swallowed involuntarily, looked at Wright who was gradually filled with black mist, and asked in a trembling voice:
"You won't hurt my family!"
After sensing that Malfoy's mind had surrendered, Wright did not continue to threaten him, but instead said calmly:
"You seem to have made a mistake. If I wanted to hurt your family, I wouldn't be here to chat with you."
"The Imperius Curse and the Confusion Curse are much faster than talking!"
After all, he was still young, and even Wright's words, which barely contained any reassurance, made Malfoy feel relieved.
Seeing that he was almost done with the talk, Wright took out a ring inlaid with a black gemstone and said:
“Give it to your father as a Christmas present!”
"Don't worry! I'm just using it to communicate with your father face to face."
Seeing Malfoy's suspicious look, Wright didn't care.
He just put the ring on the cabinet in front of the bed, then got up and left without saying anything more.
