A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 152 Careerist Harry

The soft silver light in the dormitory reflects the dark green lake outside the window. The water plants on the bottom of the lake are swaying gently. You can vaguely see a little green monster with sharp little horns catching small fish among the water plants with its slender fingers.

There is a tribe of mermaids living at the bottom of the Black Lake. Although they almost never appear outside the windows of the Slytherin lounge and dormitories, you can occasionally see the shadows of a few Grindylows and giant squids.

Owen sat leisurely at the round table, drinking afternoon tea elegantly, looking at the scenery outside the window with interest. The rich aroma of black tea filled the spacious bedroom, making people feel relaxed.

It's a pity that there are always unsightly people who unknowingly ruin this relaxed and leisurely atmosphere. Harry was pacing back and forth restlessly, trying in vain to smooth his messy hair with his hands, and occasionally looking at

Watching the time, sometimes sighing.

"Oh, why did I tell Draco that I wanted to see his father? He actually came here specially..." Harry looked at Owen's lazy and leisurely look, and felt inexplicably angry, "I didn't know I

What should I say to him..."

His current mood was contradictory and uneasy. He accidentally learned that his good friend's father, a powerful man who was also a school director, was doing bad things. When he was debating how to face him or even whether to report him, his mind suddenly became hot and he said:

We met and had a talk, and it turned out that the other party actually came all the way to meet us... Oh my god, he is only a twelve-year-old child, why would he want to interfere in the world of adults?

"Why do you want to see Mr. Malfoy?" Owen glanced at him funny.

"My mind must have been flooded at the time..." Harry sat on the other side of the round table, covering his head with his hands, "Well, I just want to end this as soon as possible. I have already inquired, whether it is Ginny or

George, they don't know the existence of the diary... Although I still can't tell whether what happened in the school was caused by the crown or the diary."

"Then what's your attitude towards him?" Owen picked up the teacup and took a sip. His eyes narrowed happily, as lazy as a cat. Melete curiously put her head in and took a sip of the tea, and was burned.

Sticking out his tongue like a puppy.

Harry's heart became heavy. He nodded distractedly, but his expression remained calm, which made Lucius look even higher.

Harry was stunned for a moment, not knowing how the topic turned to this aspect. He was panicking, but on his face he looked calmly into the other person's eyes and said slowly: "Are they any different from us, Malfoy?"

gentlemen?"

"You are such a good person, Harry." Owen, who almost understood what the other person was thinking, sighed sincerely.

"Then what's your attitude towards Muggles?" Lucius' eyes became even deeper.

Harry was stunned for a long time, and then said: "Then why did Mr. Malfoy agree to see me?" According to Owen, the other party should be confident, and there was no need to go out of his way to see him, an ordinary student who was not a threat.

In front of the castle gate, Draco saw his father approaching from a distance. His eyes lit up and he raised his arm and waved.

"Of course." Harry said with a chuckle, his emerald green eyes staring deeply into Owen's eyes.

Harry couldn't help but feel extremely disappointed. He thought he could find a breakthrough from Mr. Malfoy and quickly solve the crisis in the school, but he didn't expect that the other party had no way. Fortunately, Mr. Malfoy showed his willingness to end the attack.

, which made him relieved, fortunately this was the case...

"Mr. Malfoy, please come here specially. I want to talk to you... about the diary." Harry finally remembered what he wanted to say, and he slowed down as Owen asked.

Quickly, it felt like his mouth was no longer his. He wanted to wipe his forehead and wipe away the cold sweat that might have broken out. Fortunately, the temperature today was quite cold.

"I think you should know the information about that diary, Mr. Malfoy?" Harry asked with a smile while looking into the other person's eyes, putting his hands behind his back and pinching his fingertips into his palms.

"Of course I believe you, Mr. Malfoy." Harry nodded with a smile. Should he have doubted it? Sure enough, people like Mr. Malfoy always think too much...

The father and son arrived outside an empty classroom. Lucius asked Draco to stay outside first, and then walked in alone. He saw Harry waiting inside. The young wizard's childish face was filled with confidence but confidence.

He also smiled politely, his posture was calm, neither humble nor arrogant, calm and collected, not at all hesitant or reserved, not at all like a young wizard of this age.

Lucius couldn't help but take a deep breath. This little wizard actually had such a profound understanding of pure blood theory, and even...had the ambition to break the law of secrecy and enslave Muggles? He couldn't help but tighten the wand in his hand.

I saw a new star that would rise in the future.

Harry's confident expression collapsed instantly. He moved his body uneasily and said weakly: "Is this really okay?"

"Last point, people like Mr. Malfoy are always good at quickly figuring out your true and falsehoods from your words and deeds." Owen crossed his shoulders and narrowed his sharp eyes. After seeing Harry start to feel restless, he smiled.

: "So, you should talk less and listen more. The less you show, the harder it will be for him to see through you."

"...I want to persuade him to stop, I don't want anyone to get hurt anymore." Harry was silent for a moment before saying. He hadn't told Dumbledore about this yet, and he didn't want the matter to get to an irreversible point.

.Although what Mr. Malfoy did deeply disgusted him, he was Draco's father after all. The unhappy ten years in the Muggle world made him extremely envious and longing for family and friendship. He didn't want to lose Draco as a friend.

I don't want the other person's family to be destroyed.

Harry Potter had the means and scheming to win over classmates from influential pure-blood families such as Shafik, Greengrass, Parkinson, Longbottom and even Malfoy in the first grade.

It is obvious that the Zabini family also has a strong influence in the business world. He has a good reputation in Hogwarts school, has the reputation of the Boy Who Lived, and has Dumbledore's efforts to cultivate and support...

…

"I don't know much more than you do." Lucius said slowly, turning to look at the dark green grass outside the window, "That is undoubtedly a magic item that can open the secret chamber, and it was made by the previous heir. But

Exactly how to achieve this, I don’t know.”

"Muggles? Of course they also have a meaning for their existence." Harry was confused by the other party's question. Not knowing what to say, he just smiled softly, said briefly, and then looked at Malfoy meaningfully.

gentlemen.

"Ah, of course, I think this is also the case." Lucius also looked at Harry and said in a smooth tone, "This kind of thing happened in the school and even put you and Draco in danger. I

I also feel very sorry and scared. In fact, I have been trying to find that diary recently to put an end to such attacks, but I have found nothing."

Owen suppressed a smile, picked up the cat and rubbed it, then leisurely picked up the tea cup and took a sip of the fragrant tea.

"If he is indeed worthy of investment, it is not impossible to abandon the pure-blood theory." Lucius frowned. Although he is a staunch supporter of the pure-blood theory, his bottom line is also very flexible. As long as there is a greater

For his own interests, he didn't mind putting aside the theory of pure blood, even if it made him feel uncomfortable. The Malfoy family with its long history has never lacked this kind of tact and shrewdness.

"...I know." Lucius said thoughtfully, "Okay, it's time for me to meet Harry Potter."

Seeing that Harry had finally adjusted his expression and posture in a decent manner, Owen smiled quickly, nodded and said: "Next, you must show confidence and imagine that you have mastered enough to send Mr. Malfoy into the prison."

The evidence of Azkaban must not show cowardice..."

"Mr. Malfoy, nice to meet you." Harry stared into the other person's eyes, trying hard not to show timidity, and stretched out his right hand calmly.

"Dad, why did you come here to see Harry?" He looked at Mr. Malfoy suspiciously, "I thought you wouldn't agree to see him... you didn't even want to tell me about the diary."

Speaking of the diary, he looked a little dissatisfied.

…

"Don't you want to hear it?" Owen raised his eyebrows and his expression became cold.

"In fact, the day after you were attacked, I went to search Draco once after I came to visit him." Lucius said in a low voice, "But things went beyond my expectations. The diary did not

It appeared in the hands of the Weasley children. I think it may have fallen into the hands of someone else, but I have completely lost track of it."

"Don't you believe me?" Owen looked hurt.

Draco opened his mouth in shock, unable to believe that his father would say such outrageous things. If he were the one who said such things, his family would definitely be in trouble.

"Try to speak briefly, slow down, and use rhetorical questions more often. When you encounter a topic that you don't understand or can't answer, you should remain silent, or chuckle, or use a concise tone.

Words as a response. And you have to remember - you have to be confident no matter what!" Owen said with a smile, "Learn from me to speak like this... Equality is the prerequisite for mutual respect, isn't it?"

"But you have to show such a posture, otherwise Mr. Malfoy will not pay attention to your advice at all." Owen said seriously, "Of course, you don't have to say it, otherwise it will be a threat. You just need to use it appropriately.

It is enough to remain silent and smile meaningfully."

As long as such a person does not die prematurely, he will surely rise and lead the trend of the wizarding world in the future. Lucius, seeing this clearly, decided to make a bet in advance. The earlier he invests, the more generous returns he will receive in the future.

The two shook hands, looked at each other, and fell into a brief silence. Harry was so panicked that he couldn't think of what to say for a moment, so he could only look at each other with a stiff smile.

Although Harry felt a little unreliable, he still nodded seriously and took Owen's words into his heart.

Are you doubting me? This child is really not simple. Lucius paused and then said: "You don't have to doubt what I said. I can't continue to put Draco in danger. He has already offended me."

If I find that... thing, even if it is just for my son, I will try my best to find that diary."

"I can teach you how to deal with people like Mr. Malfoy." He said in a pleasant voice, "My father is a similar person, so I know very well what kind of attitude will make them pay more attention..."

Harry looked at him steadily and said softly: "Oh?"

"He?" Draco thought for a moment, glanced at his father from the corner of his eye, raised his slender chin and said, "Just like that, he didn't show any particularly strong talents, and he didn't have any ambitions. He just spent the whole day with little kids.

He is noisy like a child, loves to take risks and is very unlucky. He is not as mature and reliable as me at all...but he is not bad." At this point, his chin raised even higher.

"But Harry always looked at those Muggleborns with admiration, Dad." Draco pouted.

He is the Boy Who Lived, and it was he who defeated the Dark Lord. This reputation naturally gave him a large group of admirers and supporters. He directly pointed at the now-maligned "Wizards' Statute of Secrecy" and shouted for the liberation of wizards

The slogan of the world will definitely receive a large number of responses. He established a study group in the school and gathered a group of classmates from influential pure-blood families. This will be his future team...

"You said that he has the ability to injure people who are malicious to him. This means that he does have some powerful talent that has not yet been fully revealed." Lucius tightened his grip on the cane in his hand and looked at him.

It became even more profound, "He is a parselmouth, and was even... trained by Dumbledore as his successor. For this reason alone, he cannot be underestimated and is worthy of our friendship."

"No!" Harry shook his head quickly.

"Yes, that's it." Owen smiled and clapped, "You learn quickly, Harry."

"It's also very simple." He added with a smile, "In fact, even if you report Mr. Malfoy to Dumbledore, he will not be punished in any way."

"If you want, Draco will be your helper." He said with a very serious and serious expression. Such an ambition was something he was very willing to support. He was too dissatisfied with the Secrecy Act and Muggles, and the situation in front of him was too deep.

The little wizard did a really great job.

"Then what should I say? He doesn't have to listen to me at all..." Harry groaned, feeling even more panicked. He looked at the time again, and it was almost the appointed time.

"Yes...really?" Harry stuttered. He looked at Owen expectantly but alertly, intuiting that this guy was out of spite and wanted to trick him. The wolf-like look just now made him feel like he was in his heart.

Furry.

Lucius took it more seriously. He smiled and nodded, showing a close attitude.

He didn't know what to say, so he could only stand there without embarrassment and look into Mr. Malfoy's eyes with a smile.

Lucius narrowed his eyes indifferently. What else could a disloyal and undutiful house elf do? He thought of something else and said slowly: "You said that Harry Potter cares about that very much."

House elf?"

Harry racked his brains to think, and then he remembered the issue of pure blood theory that Owen had told him, so he said according to the script: "As far as I know, there are no real pure bloods in the wizarding world, right?

?No family has a history of intermarriage with Muggles in the past. The reason why pure-blood theory is so popular in modern times is nothing more than wizards’ dissatisfaction with the secrecy law and the inability of some families to let go of their past glory..."

There was a faint smile in Owen's eyes, and he said seriously: "People like Mr. Malfoy are powerful and well-informed. It is difficult to pay attention to an immature little wizard, and naturally he will not be willing to listen to you.

Suggestions. Therefore, you must first act mature and steady, and never show any cluelessness or guilt. You must act confident, neither humble nor arrogant, so that he will not despise you, and this is the premise of everything."

Facing Harry's surprised and disbelieving eyes, Owen sipped his tea and said leisurely: "Everything you know comes from Dobby, but in fact, it is difficult to accept the testimony of house elves in this kind of matter, especially

He is still an elf of the Malfoy family. In other words, you don’t have any evidence to prove what Mr. Malfoy did. Even if you find evidence, you can easily deal with it with the power of the Malfoy family..."

"But, what should I do?" Harry stammered. He had no confidence in the first place.

"Reluctantly, keep this expression. Keep your head up and chest up, don't look around, look straight into the other person's eyes when speaking, and have a confident expression... If that doesn't work, just follow Professor Snape's example and look expressionless.

Stare at each other, but this is not polite or friendly."

"Of course not!" Harry blurted out. His expression fell, and then he gave up struggling. Anyway, things couldn't get worse.

After saying this, he didn't know what to say anymore, so he stared deeply at Mr. Malfoy, with a faint smile on his face, but his fingers secretly pinched his thigh flesh. The aura on Mr. Malfoy's body

He always felt an inexplicable pressure.

Harry quickly straightened his posture, with a faint smile on his face, and looked at him deeply. He stood up and walked slowly for two steps with his head held high. His posture actually carried a sense of leisurely elegance. Well, it was just learning.

With Owen's usual look, it's not difficult!

Melete lay on the table, wagging her tail, tilting her cute little head and staring straight at Harry with her golden eyes, as if looking at a fool who had been deceived and lame.

"Oh, who knows what he is thinking?" The corners of Owen's mouth raised slightly. He just wanted to win over and invest in Harry Potter before he had grown up. This was a good opportunity to test Harry.

Attitude, see clearly what kind of person he is, and then repair and close the relationship.

"Like me, you should hold your head high no matter what, and it's best to have a polite smile on your face... No, you smiled too brightly, a little shallower, think about the look on your face when you saw Draco bragging shamelessly...

"Seeing an awkward but polite smile on Harry's face, Owen reluctantly nodded with satisfaction.

Mr. Lucius Malfoy was wearing a black robe, with long pale golden hair hanging behind his back, and his expression looked unfathomable. He played with the snake-shaped cane in his hand and said calmly: "Do you think Harry Potter is a

What kind of man, Draco?"

Harry listened to the other person's words blankly, not understanding what he was talking about. How could Draco help him? It would be nice if that guy didn't cause any trouble, right? He just smiled and nodded, and said calmly: "It's my pleasure.

.”

Is this what Draco said about having no ambition? Lucius tightened his grip on his cane again, feeling itchy.

"Owen? A child of the Shafiq family?" Lucius calmed down and looked at his son with a bit of hatred. Was the Shafiq family taking the lead? From the same starting point, his own child was one step behind.

ah.

Owen paused, and suddenly placed the teacup on the table with a "pop" sound. He looked at Harry up and down with bright eyes, as if he was looking at a precious piece of jade, and said playfully at the corner of his mouth.

Tilt up, revealing a beautiful and mysterious smile.

"Harry's temper is as stubborn as an ox's, so he listens to Owen's words more..." Draco muttered.

Lucius silently observed Harry's expression, but couldn't see his attitude clearly from the other person's face, so he couldn't help but pay more attention to it. Being able to remain calm at a young age was what Draco called an "ordinary child"

"? He glanced at Draco who was poking his head outside the door, and couldn't help but tighten the cane in his hand.

"Of course, Mr. Potter." Lucius nodded in agreement, and then changed his words, "I want to know, what do you think of Muggle-born wizards?"

"Yes, after all, Dobby saved us once." Draco said slowly.

"Sir, I think we all don't want this kind of thing to happen again in Hogwarts, right?" He said carefully, although he wanted to say directly, please don't throw messy dangerous things into Hogwarts in the future.

Gwarts.

Draco responded with a "hum" without realizing it, and then rolled his eyes: "Dad, what are you going to do with Dobby?"

"Then why don't you practice more?" Owen's expression suddenly became as meticulous as Professor McGonagall's.

Lucius was silent for a moment, silently waiting for the next step.

"You've been with Harry Potter for so long, but you haven't been able to change his mind?" Lucius's gray eyes were calm and calm.

"Meow~" she called softly to Owen. This little fool was so funny, and he was stunned for a while.

"But, didn't you say that I have no evidence at all?" Harry said pitifully.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Harry begged for Dobby's mercy before bidding farewell to Mr. Malfoy.

"Don't worry, you will be satisfied with my handling." Lucius said.

The two nodded goodbye, Harry smiled and watched Mr. Malfoy leave, then sat down on the chair with some trembling, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Lucius looked at his silly son with sharp eyes, frowned and looked at his cane thoughtfully, thinking that he should let Draco grow up quickly.

(End of chapter)