Aphasia at Hogwarts

Thinking of that person, Lucius couldn't help but stop breathing.

Even though he knew that he was no longer there, the fear still pressed tightly in his heart, which inadvertently made him a little breathless.

But these were not shown in front of Guan Qiong, he said in a normal tone, "Since Mr. Bo Jin is not here, let's leave first and come back when Mr. Bo Jin is here."

Guan Qiong nodded, feeling that this was the perfect fit.

Lucius just wanted to sell the prohibited magic props in his house to Mr. Bokin, so as to escape Ron's father's search.

This kind of internal affairs of the Ministry of Magic is not what he should take care of now, nor can he take care of it.

Looking at the backs of Lucius and Malfoy, Guan Qiong narrowed her eyes slightly.

It's just that Lucius' attitude just now was really strange and unpredictable.

Is this the nobility? It's a pity that whether he was an ordinary person in his previous life or now, he really couldn't understand what they were thinking.

On the streets of Knockturn Alley, Lucius and Malfoy were walking side by side. Malfoy was very interested in the strange things in the surrounding shops, but unfortunately Lucius would not let him go in and look.

"Draco, how is your relationship with that boy at school?" Lucius suddenly said.

"It's not bad, I mean, it's not bad, but Joan is very busy, so we don't have much time to spend together." Malfoy said, his eyes flickered, and he didn't dare to turn his head when he looked at the shop next to him. Come.

But Lucius didn't notice.

He nodded, and his tone became more serious, "Draco, I want you to have a good relationship with that kid, I remember I told you that last year."

He paused for a moment, and his tone became more serious, "But that's not enough. I didn't know him well last year. This year, I want you to be closer to his Guan Qiong. It's best to be a good friend."

"Why? Father?" Draco was puzzled. Although he also felt that it was a good thing to be friends with Guan Qiong, after all, his blood was pure and his strength was strong, so he was a person of status.

But it was obviously not worthy of his father's grandeur.

"Why?" Lucius turned his head and looked at Malfoy.

"A person who may become the third Dark Lord, is this reason enough?"

Malfoy was shocked. He hadn't expected the word Dark Lord to come out of his father's mouth, to describe a wizard who was still in school.

The wizard was even his age, only entering second grade this year.

"Father, this! This is impossible." Malfoy said in surprise.

"Nothing is impossible." Lucius said, "This world will never lack a demon king. When wizards learn to use their power reasonably, it is destined that a transcendent existence will be born among them."

"The only difference is whether this demon king wants to maintain the order of the world, or destroy it and rebuild his own rules."

"I used to think that the boy who lived, Harry Potter, would be the third Dark Lord. After all, he had something like that. He made the second Dark Lord fall when he was a baby."

"But now I am more inclined to this boy from the East. His talent is so strong that even Dumbledore admires him. At the same time, he has the will to live in isolation, not to be influenced by others, to concentrate on his own affairs, You know, he is only thirteen years old, Draco, my boy, you still need two servants to accompany you to provide you with courage."

Malfoy blushed, "I just thought they were too stupid, and I couldn't live without my men at school."

"That's why you can't become the Demon King, even if you have the support of our family." Lucius looked at Malfoy and said word by word.

"A real strong man doesn't need to rely on his subordinates, his strength can settle everything."

"That year?" Malfoy wanted to refute.

"That's just a group of cowards. Do you think the mysterious people really care about them?"

Lucius looked at Malfoy with an indifferent light in his eyes that Malfoy had never seen before, "Do you think he really cared about my life? No, even if I have sworn the whole family to be loyal to him, he would I don't care, maybe he will kill me one day when he is in a bad mood, it is not impossible."

"Father?!?" Malfoy said, startled.

Lucius took two deep breaths, pulling himself out of the fear of the year.

"But in the end he died, I survived, and the family has no loss." Lucius smiled confidently on his face, and he looked at his son, ready to teach him an important lesson.

"Draco, you have to understand that although the demon kings are powerful, they cannot destroy the whole world, and they want the world to listen to their rules, and they cannot do without the help of our big families, whether it is the mysterious person or Dumbledore. Lido, that's all."

"This is the philosophy of survival, and I'm going to teach you this lesson now, and I hope you understand what I mean."

"Father, are you talking about Joan? As long as I get closer to him, even if he becomes the third Dark Lord, our family will not be affected." Malfoy was very smart and understood what Lucius meant.

"That's it." Lucius nodded.

On the other side, Guan Qiong watched Malfoy and his son leave Borgin-Bock, and when they couldn't see their backs, Guan Qiong was about to let Harry out.

But at this time, another hunched figure appeared outside the door.

Mr. Borgin, he just came back.

With a wave of Guan Qiong's hand, the door of the cupboard where Harry was sitting was instantly closed, not a single bit of light could come through.

Harry seemed to have been bumped on the nose, and there was a muffled sound of pain, but it disappeared quickly.

"Well, is this thing repaired?" Mr. Bokin asked anxiously as soon as he entered the shop.

The value of this thing is very high, and he has already found a buyer, and the price has been negotiated, waiting for Guan Qiong to repair it.

"Soon, it only takes a while." The light spots emerged, Guan Qiong took the boss Tom's wand, and connected the thread points that he had disassembled one by one according to the approximate pattern.

It's like soldering a circuit.

This work was much easier than when removing the stitches before. In about ten minutes, the wooden doll had been repaired.

It seemed to have its own consciousness, slowly crawled from the table, then stood up, and wanted to pounce on Guan Qiong.

But the surrounding glass cover stopped it, and the protective magic on it made it impossible to get out.

"Very good." Mr. Bojin walked quickly to the counter, looking at the doll that was already moving, with a satisfied expression on his face.

Guan Qiong waited at the side, waiting for Mr. Bo Jin to pay Jin Jialong.

Making a fortune before the start of school made him feel very good at this time, and he even couldn't wait.