Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 104
As the 28 holy purebloods, a business giant in the British magic world, and the actual leader of the rich and shrewd Malfoy family-Lucius Malfoy, he should be a wizard who has seen the world.

Senior officials of the Ministry of Magic in Britain and many other European countries, prestigious scholars, skilled potion masters, greedy and cunning goblins, and many outstanding wizards who are leaders in their own industries, Malfoy has been with them in various dealt with on occasions.

But to be honest, the young wizard in front of him gave him the feeling. Lucius didn't know how to describe it. It was a bit like facing Dumbledore, and a bit like when he was young.
"--I think,"

Lucius felt ridiculous for his own feelings, he secretly adjusted his breathing rhythm, his expression was not so tense, trying to use his rich negotiation experience to gain the initiative in this exchange,

"Could it be that Dumbledore was afraid that you would steal the limelight from his favorite student, so he specially greeted Mr. Minister?"

"Your level of sobriety is disappointing, Mr. Malfoy—"

Amosta's smiling expression didn't change a bit, but there was a bit of playfulness in the purple eyes,
"If you're really curious, Mr. Malfoy, it's not that I can't tell. Actually, it's a request I made to Dumbledore, and as to why—"

Lucius held his breath subconsciously. He stared at Amosta's eyes motionlessly, hoping that doing so would bring some stress to the young man's heart. Calculation and artificial indifference crumbled.

"Of course it is so that one day in the future, that dark wizard who can't even mention his name will reappear in people's field of vision. When he knows what happened at Hogwarts last school year, he won't point the finger at him. I...seriously, Mr. Malfoy, you don't think that what you sneaked into Ginny Weasley's schoolbag is just an ordinary diary, or that Lord Dark Lord went to Hogwarts When Professor Binns was too bored in the History of Magic class, he made this gadget, right?"

"What do you mean?!"

From the fine drops of sweat oozing from his bony forehead, it can be seen that it is not an exaggeration to describe Lucius Malfoy's mood at the moment with the word pale with shock.

Lucius' face was terribly pale, his lips were cracked like the land that has been dry for a long time, and the calmness in his eyes turned into turbulent restlessness and fear in a short moment.

"The Dark Lord is finished, isn't he? That Harry Potter disintegrated his magic power. This is the truth that everyone knows!"

"Since you are so keen on self-deception, please go ahead, Mr. Malfoy, it's not me who will be unlucky anyway."

The sound of Lucius' panting was like a bellows being pulled, his bloodshot gray eyes fixed on Amosta who was sipping red wine all day long, fear even made his two legs hidden under the table tremble.

Will the Dark Lord return?
Among Voldemort's former followers known as Death Eaters, a considerable number of them still miss their old masters, but among these people, Lucius Malfoy must not be included.

He will never forget what methods he used and what guarantees he made after the fall of the Dark Lord to save him from being with the Dementors in Azkaban. If the Dark Lord returns one day, then wait for Malfoy Family, certainly not a compliment.

Lucius understood the horror of the Dark Lord, and he didn't want to lie to himself that he never imagined the day when the Dark Lord would return, but as time went by, he thought that the probability of this possibility was almost non-existent, otherwise, it would be impossible for him to When the Dark Lord handed it over to him back then, stuff the things that the Dark Lord had solemnly told him to keep safe in that little girl's schoolbag, just to see her father's jokes!

"Only that old fool Dumbledore thinks he's coming back, and he wants to scare people so he can always be respected!"

Lucius had no time to worry about his hoarse and tearing voice, he said with the remaining rationality.

"Maybe--"

Amostar shrugged irrefutably,

"At least I think Dumbledore's concerns are justified, Mr. Malfoy, you obviously know more about the Dark Lord's powers than I do, don't you?"

Amosta's words hit Lucius' vital point completely. He gritted his teeth tightly, with an expression as if struck by lightning. It was not until a long time later that his heart, which had been dormant due to the cold, gradually began to beat again.
"Dumbledore told you. You know what that diary is, right? Tell me!"

"I'm here to tell you this today, just to prepare you, Mr. Malfoy, not to save your humble life,"

Amosta lowered his eyelids, his eyes were deep,
"I don't care what happens to you, Malfoy, but if possible, I hope to save Draco's innocent soul. If the Dark Lord returns to the people again one day in the future, at that time, I I hope that your preparations will ensure that Draco and his mother survive, and as for you, Lucius Malfoy, you die—"

Lucius Malfoy is a shrewd businessman. He has been busy half his life for two things, one is the glory of the family, and the other is wealth.

But none of that mattered until the lives of Narcissa and Draco!

"Tell me, Brann, what that thing is, if you really have pity on Draco!"

Lucius' growl was covered by the effect of Amosta's spell, but his strange state still attracted the attention of many people. Tom, the bar owner behind the bar, obviously recognized the famous Malfoy Sir, after a little hesitation, just as he was about to come over to ask what was going on, the deep eyes of the young man opposite Mr. Malfoy, who seemed to glance over unintentionally, froze the steps he was about to take.

"I know whose door you entered Hogwarts, Bryan!"

If Lucius is sober at the moment and as shrewd as usual, then he should know that what he said will not only be unable to help him solve his confusion, but also very likely to irritate Amosta Bryan, but regrettably Yes, the safety of Narcissa and Draco dazzled his mind, making him speechless,

"I know Fudge, Brian, he must have never imagined that he would issue a special order, but award a precious Merlin Second Class Medal to a criminal who was wandering in the underground world, right? I can figure out your identity there, Bryan, you sure don't want to be ruined, don't you?"

"Oh, that's funny, you're trying to dig me up?"

Amosta put down his wine glass and smiled coldly,

"Malfoy, even though I never specifically asked about it, the despicable things you did in private still came to my ears one after another. I heard that Arthur Weasley hid you in his house. You spend a ton of money to get away with it after it's empty?
Also, in order to fill your empty storage room, you spent a lot of Galleons to get a batch of newly arrived contraband from Cacus? "

Amosta stood up slowly, he was condescending, the coldness in his eyes seemed to be able to freeze the Black Lake,
"Who do you think I am, Malfoy, good old Dumbledore? Is it those cold gold coins that gave you the courage to speak out in front of me?"









(End of this chapter)