Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

Slytherin House's... list?

Waiting for Albus Dumbledore to come back and deal with it? !

Lucius' pupils shrank suddenly, and the pieces of parchment in his hands seemed to suddenly become hot.

Obviously, it's not surprising that Dumbledore and Kaslana knew about the Dark Mark, since Snape was at Hogwarts after all.

However, what really frightened Lucius Malfoy was that the appearance of this statistical list meant that Hogwarts had been monitoring all parents, and those eyes hidden in the dark seemed to be certain that they would behave in some abnormal way. And if you think about it along this line of thought, the burning of the Dark Mark... Is this also in the plans of Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic?

Although the Daily Prophet and Professor McGonagall did not reveal much information, they both agreed on one point:

This time, the siege against the Dark Lord and the Dark Demon forces was a joint operation by Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic.

Lucius Malfoy rolled his throat, trying not to look around or behind him, and said softly and calmly.

"Well, Miss Kaslana, I don't understand what you're talking about..."

"As you can see, I am the head chef of the Hogwarts kitchen. From the final presentation of the dishes to the overall supply of tableware, these are all my tasks."

Elena pressed her finger lightly on her lips, her lake blue eyes narrowed slightly, and she looked at Old Malfoy meaningfully, revealing a sweet and lovely smile.

"After all, there is a dinner party tonight, I have to understand what the problem is, so I can make adjustments in time to deal with Mr. Malfoy, you seem very hot? I asked the house-elf to pour you some ice lemonade. Hogg Watts has Hogwarts rules, compensation for damaged items at the price, or a friendly negotiation between the host and the guest... We have to do something, don't you think?"

"...I never knew that Hogwarts was so embarrassed that it counted a few cups and a few broken plates."

Lucius Malfoy's breathing became slightly heavier, and when he glanced around, he noticed that the house-elves closest to him had stopped working at some point.

As he guessed, in Hogwarts, the most suitable eyes and eyes are the ubiquitous ghosts, only these little things that are almost invisible.

"Broken and damaged cutlery can be repaired with magic. If it's not enough, just buy some new ones. Hogwarts should have no shortage of money."

Lucius was silent for a moment, pretending to be relaxed and putting the list of parchments on the workbench next to him, waving his hand impatiently.

"This kind of insignificant episode, there is no need to bring it up again after it has passed, and no one will notice that the next dinner party will be replaced with a new one"

"You're right. Broken cutlery can be repaired, and Galleons spent can be recast. But..."

Before Lucius Malfoy could finish speaking, Elena tapped the handrail twice with her fingers, and decided to directly break the only remaining illusions of a middle-aged person.

"Some of the reverberating traces of past history may not be so easily wiped out, you say? Mr. Malfoy."

"For example, the burnt black mark on your left arm that is fading at this time, or a magical name that is deliberately attached to fear through human factors..."

"Magical society, I mean, most of Europe's magical society is looking for Death Eaters, and in those hasty trials a dozen years ago, the way the gentlemen and ladies of the Ministry of Magic's Law Enforcement Division identified 'Death Eaters' mainly relied on It's a joint confession and a joint jury vote, but with the advancement of the times, it will be more convincing to rely on 'key evidence' to judge, right?"

Following the girl's soft and pleasant voice, Lucius Malfoy only felt the hair on his body stand up instantly, and the right hand holding the silver cane moved slightly.

pat.

Something cold pressed down on the back of his right hand, which had not been raised.

Lucius Malfoy lowered his head and saw two house-elves standing respectfully beside him.

The edge of the white ceramic plate is intricately delineated with golden threads, and a glass of cold lemonade is placed firmly on it.

It's just that, unlike the usual caring service, the tray didn't appear in a place where he could easily grab it, but was just right on the back of his right hand holding the wand.

"Your ice lemonade, Mr. Malfoy, I noticed just now that you seem to be very hot."

"..."

Lucius Malfoy took a deep look at His Highness that witch.

Different from the oppression of Grindelwald and Dumbledore, this devil princess who is as old as his son seems to be more like a real devil.

"Come on. It looks like you're stronger and smarter than I thought."

Lucius was silent for a few seconds, then heaved a sigh of relief, took the glass of lemonade and took a sip.

"Then, let's get straight to the point~www.wuxiaspot.com~Miss Kaslana, what do you want me to do?"

"Huh? Oh, I think you may have misunderstood, Mr. Malfoy."

Elena's eyebrows twitched slightly, her fingers gently tapped on the armrest, and she looked at Lucius with a playful look and said softly.

"At this moment, hundreds of Aurors from all over the world are gathering in the distance, waiting for the 'Death Eaters' to throw themselves into the snare."

"The blockade of Hogwarts Castle saved you and your family. In life, there will always be various forks, but the most critical ones are often just one or two."

"As you can see, we've sacrificed a nice, happy lunch hour, some nice, gorgeous art plates. So the question obviously shouldn't be what do I want you to do, but what can you do? Doing something, or what you think you should do, isn't a deal, Mr. Malfoy. It never was."

Lucius Malfoy is not a machine without a mind, no self-consciousness, nor is he a mere rambling.

In fact, he's arguably the most thoughtful of the Death Eaters.

"if……"

Lucius Malfoy said softly, his right hand slowly rubbing the mark on the inside of his left wrist.

"The Dark Lord isn't dead, is he coming back sometime in the future, stronger?"

"At a certain moment, who should decide this moment?"

Elena looked at old Malfoy curiously, took out a thin diary, and tapped it gently in her hands.

"So, Mr. Malfoy, why don't you ask Tom directly?"

"Tom Riddle, your old friend seems to have been wanting to see you."

"Through this, the magical diary in my hand."

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