Hiding in Hogwarts as a professor

Knockturn Alley.

“Crack, click, click.”

Tver stared at the Bojinbok Magic Shop diagonally opposite, skillfully took out a small biscuit from the bag with his right hand and stuffed it into his mouth.

This time, he was wearing his slim-fitting suit and a coat that was black on the outside and red on the inside.

If he hadn’t been holding a bag in one hand and a cookie in the other, he would have been as elegant as a nobleman going to a ball.

Of course, now he has become a noble man eating cookies.

Malvolio next to him did not pretend to be a Delis, and rarely changed back to his original evil appearance. If he were not wearing an ordinary black robe, he would be able to charm many little witches.

He looked up helplessly. At this time, the sun had reached the top of his head, and even the dark Knockturn Alley was illuminated by the sun.

They waited here for almost a morning.

“Are we just waiting here?”

“Malfoy Manor is now being watched by the Ministry of Magic, and it’s hard for me to appear there with you.” Tver said casually.

He also did not expect that after Arthur Weasley successfully searched for contraband, even though the Weasley family had now traveled to Egypt, the Ministry of Magic did not revoke its decision to keep an eye on Malfoy Manor.

According to Cynthia, this was an order given by some officials as revenge for Lucius being scolded for causing the Ministry of Magic.

Of course, that’s not to say that the Malfoy family is so annoying, it’s just that everyone pushes against it.

What’s more, the Malfoy family hasn’t fallen yet. They just used this way to express their dissatisfaction with Lucius for manipulating the Ministry of Magic.

Tver is certainly happy to hear about this.

The more miserable the Malfoy family is now, the better. After a while, when those officials are diverted from their attention, Lucius will be able to nourish himself again.

Wouldn’t that be a waste of his extravagance this year? !

The two didn’t wait much longer.

Before the second pack of biscuits was taken out, the seventeenth hidden wizard walked past in front of him in a daze.

Lucius finally appeared.

This time, he didn’t have his son Draco with him. He was the only one carrying a small bag and wearing a dull black robe, and walked over furtively.

She didn’t show her face, nor did she reveal her shining blond hair.

But Turville and Malvolio saw through him at a glance.

A black robe of this quality would never appear on a dark wizard in Knockturn Alley.

Only those wealthy families would have such inconspicuous but elegant black robes.

“Good morning…noon…afternoon, Uncle Lucius.”

Tver walked out of the cover, pretending to be a surprise like an encounter, and while waving, he approached Lucius.

Malvolio followed behind him as if he was watching a good show.

Lucius was about to push open the door of Bojinbok’s store, but was startled by the sudden sound.

He jerked aside and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it was Tver.

“It’s you, Tver.”

He finally caught an opportunity and brought the last dark magic items at home. He almost thought he had been caught by the Auror’s nose again.

“Who is this? Why does it look familiar to me?”

Lucius frowned and looked at Malvolio with a condescending attitude.

This made Malvolio a little unhappy.

“We met last year. You were still stupid at that time, at least you were much more powerful than you are now.”

He rolled his eyes away with disdain, as if Lucius was no longer worthy of his attention.

The angry look on Lucius’s face flashed, and he recalled the two people he saw in the store last year.

“So, where is your partner? Or is it your master?”

These words struck Malvolio’s heart at once.

Although in fact he was indeed controlled by Tver, Tver took care of his inner pride and did not take the initiative to mention this fact.

As a result, Lucius stepped on the thunder directly and accurately!

He took a sudden step and glared at Lucius.

Lucius didn’t shy away.

He had been worried about the Malfoy family recently, and he finally calmed down, only to have his scars opened again by Malvolio!

Seeing that the two Yin and Yang families were about to fight, Tver quickly glared at Malvolio and pulled Lucius into the store.

Without the disguise, many wizards have already noticed the conflict here.

“Welcome…” The smile on Bock’s face suddenly stiffened.

Although he didn’t know Tver, he wouldn’t be someone easy to mess with if he dared to pull Lucius like this.

Malvolio, who was at odds with Lucius, was even more impressed. The house next to him had not been completely restored!

Not this time

What can Mr. Percival do who can restrain him? !

Bock continued to greet them with a bitter look on his face.

“…Come here, I wonder what the three of you want?”

It’s best not, he doesn’t even want to do the Malfoy family’s business.

“Ah,” Tver then let go of Lucius’s hand, “Uncle Lucius, let’s settle his own matters first.”

Lucius snorted, glanced contemptuously at Malvolio, walked up to Bock with the small bag in hand, and muttered.

Tver took the opportunity to pull the angry Malvolio to the corner and also whispered.

“Lucius will be our helper in the future, there is no need to be familiar with him.”

“There are so many pure-blood families, why do you want to find a declining Malfoy family?!” Malvolio glared at Lucius’s back with dissatisfaction.

“The Malfoy family is the easiest to adapt to the changing circumstances, and there are not many such a powerful family who are so helpless.”

Tver consoled him.

Pure-blood families are either all one-sided or lacking in one. There are not many people with a flexible mind like Lucius anymore.

He will need such a leader in the future to help him manage other pure-blood families.

And the only ones with this kind of prestige who could be won over by him were the Malfoy family.

This is why, even if Lucius lost a Horcrux in the plot, Voldemort would only punish the Malfoy family instead of abandoning them.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have used the opportunity to plan for a whole year, just for this moment.

Malvolio’s anger has dissipated a lot. After all, he can’t resist Tver, and he doesn’t have the arrogance of Voldemort in the later period.

“I pointed the wand at his head and could still do this.” He said without hesitation.

“…”

Looking at Tver’s speechless expression, Malvolio waved his hand indifferently.

“Okay, okay, I know your method is more effective than mine,” he curled his lips, “but if he still provokes me, don’t blame me for really tearing him apart.”