The Alchemist of Harry Potter

Chapter 812 Malfoy's Trick
There was a crackling sound in the dark alley, and a hooded figure materialized out of thin air.

The stench in the alley made the hooded man wrinkle his nose, then looked up and looked around vigilantly, making sure that there was no one around, then quietly walked out of the alley and disappeared into the deserted street.

Passing through an old abandoned block, the hooded man stopped in front of a dilapidated townhouse, and seemed to mutter something softly in his mouth. The gap between the two dilapidated townhouses suddenly split open, revealing a secret hidden in between. wooden door.

After the hooded man approached, the wooden door opened without warning, and he walked in immediately.

The wooden door closed behind him, and the front immediately lit up with fire.

Lucius Malfoy pulled back his hood, revealing his slightly pale face in the firelight.

This is their stronghold. Today's Death Eaters are street rats and everyone shouts and beats them. Naturally, it is not suitable to be too high-profile, so they found a secret meeting place.

Malfoy walked through the long corridor to a door, he stretched out his hand and knocked lightly three times, then he passed through the wooden door and appeared in a very luxuriously furnished living room.

The noisy living room came to an abrupt end when Lucius Malfoy came in, and everyone looked at Lucius Malfoy in unison.

"Old man, you were almost late."

In the silent room, someone suddenly spoke first to break the silence. If Hagrid was here, he would have recognized that the person who spoke just now was Walton McNeill who almost chopped off Buckbeak's head.

"That took me a long time."

Lucius Malfoy took the vacant seat, and it was not difficult to see Malfoy's status in the group from his seat.

"How did it turn out?" Old Goyle asked.

"Is Peter really dead?" went on old Crabbe.

"Peter Pettigrew is indeed dead. I confirmed his body in the cemetery in Azkaban with my own eyes. It is indeed me." Lucius Malfoy looked up at the crowd, cleared his throat and said in a brisk tone Said, "As far as I know, Peter Pettigrew has not confessed to anyone since he was caught."

Everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Although as early as more than ten years ago, everyone here escaped from prison through various excuses, but no one knew whether Pettigrew Peter would confess them again and cause them other troubles.

After all, there have been similar cases before, where traitors relied on reporting their companions in exchange for a chance to reduce their crimes.

"It's too cheap for that bastard."

For the past few months, they have all wanted to kill Peter.

It’s just that it’s not easy to kill Peter silently in Azkaban Prison, otherwise Lucius Malfoy would have secretly killed Sirius Black more than ten years ago, allowing his wife to inherit the Black family justifiably legacy.

"It's weird. Peter's family disappeared not long ago." The hunchbacked Nott said suddenly.

"You think Peter is playing dead?" Malfoy frowned and looked at Nott who was speaking next to him.

Yes, Peter had precedent.

"The old lady of Peter's family went to Azkaban Prison before she died, and burned herself to death within a few days." Nott reminded.

"Maybe, she's crazy." Old Goyle muttered softly, "After all, her son's sudden transformation from a hero to a murderer is very stimulating to her."

"That's not the point, Azkaban Prison shouldn't allow people to come in and out at will." Avery also frowned, Peter had a precedent of escaping by feigning death, although he didn't think Malfoy was lying, but...

"I know this. The woman is dying and wants to see her son." Lucius paused and continued, "So, she donated most of the Peter family property to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Wounds." , and persuaded Fudge to agree to her going to Azkaban to see her son for the last time."

No doubt Fudge agreed.

Look at that big donation.

Moreover, it can be regarded as satisfying the wish of the dying person.

To be honest, even though Peter died in Azkaban, other people still hate him very much.Most of the Death Eaters thought that Peter had lied to them, because the Dark Lord went to the Potter's house based on the information Peter provided, and then lost his hand there.

As a result, the great situation collapsed with the disappearance of the Dark Lord, and a large number of Death Eaters were captured into Azkaban.

There were not so many people who hated Peter, but Peter was already "dead" at that time, and there was nothing they could do about it.

To trouble Mrs. Peter?

The Death Eaters who had just escaped a catastrophe wanted to get rid of their ties, so they dared not rush forward.

However, they have already been played by Peter as a monkey, so it is natural to prevent these things from happening again. If Peter is really not dead, then naturally they must be killed quickly.

"Fudge has been looking around for donations recently," Avery said suddenly.

"He's looking for you too?" Old Goyle asked Malfoy sideways.

"I haven't donated to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries for the time being." Lucius Malfoy sneered, "I'm still thinking about it."

"Recently, many people are not satisfied with Fudge's actions." Avery said suddenly.

It should be said that the pure blood party is dissatisfied with Fudge's approach.

The Death Eaters actually represent the interests of the pure-blood faction, which is why many pure-blood wizards support the Dark Lord.Most pure-blood wizards knew that Malfoy and the others were Death Eaters, but so what.

As long as they don't say anything, do you still count on the so-called justice?

Everyone here was able to escape, apart from the fact that they did not leave anything behind, another reason was that the pure-blood faction inside the Ministry of Magic helped them get away with it.

"Otherwise, do you expect a person controlled by the Imperius Curse to get away with it?"

With the veritaserum infused, anything can be asked, and their lame excuses turned into jokes.

"You mean Fudge awarding the Order of Merlin to Muggle wizards?" Malfoy left knowing what Avery was going to say.

"Yes, he compromised, which is not a good omen." Avery said dissatisfiedly, "Fudge should have been on our side, but he didn't."

Part of Fudge's current troubles are actually caused by some pure-blood factions who don't like his behavior.

"Whether Fudge wants to or not, he can't stop it." Lucius Malfoy saw this matter clearly.

He couldn't help it.

If Albert was just a talented Muggle wizard, which is what he was, the Ministry of Magic would naturally be able to easily suppress his credit. This kind of thing is not once or twice.As long as the Ministry of Magic doesn't admit it, even if there is a Muggle wizard who wins the Order of Merlin, the process will be stuck. It will be easier for the other party to work in the Ministry of Magic in the future, and basically it will be difficult to have a bright day.

However, the situation is different.

Albert had a wide network of contacts and was supported by the moderate faction headed by Dumbledore and wizards from other factions, so even if Fudge wanted to suppress him, he couldn't suppress him, and he had many political enemies.

He still can't do the stupid thing of pushing other people to the enemy. A compromise between the two parties is the best way. Anyway, it is a Medal of the Order of Merlin, and he can also get the Order of Merlin First Class as he wished.

Fudge's compromise does not bode well for the Pure Blood faction. They urgently need Fudge on their side so that they can exert influence on him and expand their influence.

"We can make trouble for Fudge." Lucius Malfoy tapped his fingers on the table, "and then slowly win him over and use him."

"What are you going to do?" Avery asked, knowing that Malfoy was better at these kinds of tricks, and knew how to pick himself out.

"We can do something after the World Cup." Lucius Malfoy said softly, "We should also guide him towards those respectable families. This is actually not difficult for us, because we have money."

"You plan to donate to Fudge?" Avery understood Malfoy's meaning.

"Yes, there are many benefits to donating to him, and we plan to introduce Fudge to our circle, and slowly guide him towards those respectable families." Malfoy had a confident smile on his lips.

As far as he knew, Fudge was obsessed with the feeling of being Minister of Magic and everything this position brought him, and it was not difficult to influence him.

(End of this chapter)