"The Blood Wizard of Hogwarts (

After simply mentioning a few words from Draco, Lucius closed his mouth, looking a little uneasy.

After the rally in Riddle's Mansion that day, he knew that his successive failures had moved Voldemort to murder.

The reason why he didn't execute himself on the spot was just because the Dark Lord had just suffered a big defeat in Knock Down Alley, and the Death Eaters were unstable and should not cause chaos.

Even so, Voldemort didn't let himself go, letting Draco execute the assassination plan was his revenge!

Even if Lucius thought with his feet, he knew that it was an impossible task. Even the Dark Lord's helpless enemy, how could his son Draco deal with it?

Voldemort just wanted him to lose his parents and children, as punishment, and then add some trouble to Ivan Hals by the way.

It is precisely because of this that Lucius ignored his own face and came to Hogwarts in the middle of the night, condescending to pray that the young man who was as old as Draco, hoping that the other party would give him a way out... …

"That's it." Draco led Lucius and pushed open the door of the drawing room.

The whole room was very dim, only the blazing fireplace in the distance provided a little light source, and a figure sitting on the sofa in front of the fireplace could be vaguely seen.

Lucius took a deep breath and straightened his robe and quickly stepped forward.

Hearing the movement at the door, Ivan slowly put down the "Book of Pictographs", turned his head to look at Lucius who walked in, and said playfully.

"Long time no see, Mr. Malfoy, I heard Draco say you want to see me?"

Looking at the wizard who was only fifteen or sixteen years old in front of him, Lucius was in a daze.

When he vaguely met last time, Ivan Hals was just a talented boy, but he didn't want it to be only two years, and the other party had grown to the point where he even needed to look up...

Thinking of this, Lucius couldn't help feeling a bit of bitterness in his heart, but he didn't forget that he was asking for help this time, so he put his posture extremely low and said apologetically.

"Excuse me for waiting a long time, Hals... Your Excellency. I am here to meet you specifically this time. I want to report something very important to you..."

"Well, report to me?" Ivan smiled even more, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers to light the candles around him, and then continued.

"Mr. Malfoy, did I misheard, or did you make a mistake yourself? As a Death Eater, you should report your work to the Dark Lord."

"Actually, I don't work for the Dark Lord!" Lucius Malfoy hurriedly explained.

"I...or that we joined the Death Eaters at first to provide help to the Dark Lord in order to create a better magical world!

But after using the power of us pure-blood wizards to grow the power of the Dark Lord, he became arbitrary and could not help but vetoed the original path. He also restrained everyone with violence and threats, and regarded us as his pawns to dominate the magical world... …"

"A better world of magic?" Ivan said noncommittal. "It's the magic world that is more conducive to pure blood wizards, right?"

Lucius Malfoy's face suddenly became very embarrassed, and he said nonchalantly. "In short, we are not really willing to work for the Dark Lord, but are forced to be helpless. If possible, we all want to get out of the control of the Dark Lord."

Ivan stared at Lucius, who was kneeling in front of him, and couldn't help but sneer.

"Don't say it so nice, Lucius! At last year's Quidditch World Cup, you took the initiative to gather old friends to hunt Muggles, didn't you?

So you still miss being a Death Eater! Now rebellion is nothing more than you can't do something, annoyed Voldemort, and want to find a next home. "

"Since you can choose to betray Voldemort today, how do I know that you will not choose to betray me in the future..."

"After all, if I really want to talk about it, we also have a lot of contradictions..." Ivan's words became more and more indifferent.

"No, you misunderstood, Lord Hals, I can swear or make a magic contract, and the Malfoy family will always be loyal to you!" Lucius Malfoy eagerly pleaded.

Listening to Lucius' words, Ivan just smiled without giving any response.

Lucius's so-called swear he could not believe at all, even the magic contract had loopholes to be found, and used this as a guarantee that he would not see any sincerity.

Feeling Ivan's indifferent attitude, Lucius said anxiously. "Perhaps the behavior I offended before has caused you unnecessary misunderstandings, but I beg you to give me a chance, and I am willing to make up for my fault!"

Only then did Ivan have some interest, and he was curious what Lucius would use in exchange for his understanding.

"Seven hundred thousand gallons! How?" Lucius gritted his teeth and said.

Seven... Seven hundred thousand gallons? !

Ivan was stunned by Lucius' arrogance, and he almost doubted whether he had heard it wrong.

Is this too rich?

Ivan couldn't help feeling a bit of toothache~com~ There was an inexplicable idea to copy the sacred twenty-eight tribes, how much money could it be copied?

Seeing that Ivan finally had some reaction, Lucius secretly breathed a sigh of relief. For the continuation of the Malfoy family, he took out all the money that could be used in the family...

After this hemorrhage, although the Malfoy family will not be injured, it will take at least ten or twenty years to recover.

But if you can spend money to avoid disasters, in exchange for the other side's shelter, then everything is worth it.

In fact, Lucius had already investigated before coming here.

The recent operation of the wizarding market has been very poor. Coupled with the need to pay for the officials to deal with the difficulties of the Ministry of Magic, the Hals family will definitely fall into a dilemma of making ends meet. This is also the best time for him to give charcoal!

However, beyond Lucius's expectation, Ivan's expression quickly returned to calm after a brief surprise, not as ecstatic as he had imagined.

"I received your sincerity, but it's a pity that Jin Jialong doesn't make much sense to me..." Ivan sat down again, leaning his body on the soft backrest, and said in disgust.

Lucius looked at Ivan in a puzzled manner. He didn't quite understand what he meant. It was 700,000 gallons. Even if his estimate was wrong, Knockdown Alley was in good financial condition. A huge sum of money shaken by people.

Ivan didn't say anything to explain, he just reached out and wiped the dark stone bricks of the fireplace, and complex magical inscriptions gradually appeared on the alchemy device hidden by the robe.

The next moment a golden light followed Ivan and touched the stone bricks and began to spread rapidly.

Under the gaze of Lucius and Draco, in just ten seconds, a black fireplace turned into a gorgeous golden yellow...