In This Hogwarts Without a Savior

The atmosphere in the Malfoy family had been bad ever since the day Draco was chosen as the Triwizard Champion.

Except for the half month just after the selection banquet, many colleagues from the Ministry of Magic came to congratulate the family and Lucius forced a smile to receive them. Most of the time, he frowned and looked sad. .

Including today is no exception.

Not only Lucius, but also Draco and his mother Narcissa, who were contestants, also looked ugly during this period.

Lucius knew from the beginning how dangerous the Triwizard Tournament was. The reason why this tournament had been suspended for hundreds of years was because the danger was so high that almost every game ended. All participating warriors will die.

Not to mention that this Triwizard Tournament directly involves the winning or losing of a war, and the risks involved have increased exponentially.

It was precisely because of this that when he saw Draco being selected by the Goblet of Fire that night, he took the risk to ask Voldemort for instructions, trying to pull Draco out of this dangerous whirlpool. But obviously he failed.

What Voldemort said that night was not to deceive him. Once selected by the Goblet of Fire, it was equivalent to signing a mandatory contract. The selected person must participate in the Triwizard Tournament until the end of the game. There is no second possibility. .

And if being selected as a warrior to participate in the Triwizard Tournament only made Lucius worried and Draco excited, then Jon's performance of killing Bella in public would make Lucius fall into despair, and Draco Ke was in panic all day long.

That night, Draco, who had already drank a lot of butterbeer at the dinner party, was so scared that he wet his pants.

That was the first time he saw a dead person, and it was still so tragic. One was stabbed through the chest, and the other was stabbed through the throat.

Especially these two dead people who were still shadows in his heart, his aunt Bellatrix Lestrange.

Draco, who was originally chosen, was filled with joy. He thought that his chosen son would definitely be able to shine after becoming a warrior in Hogwarts Castle, and might even be able to help his father win in the heart of that gentleman. The status is improved to a higher level.

But within a few minutes, he discovered that if the Triwizard Tournament was a battlefield where real swords and guns were used, then when he faced the boy named Jon Green who was the same age as him, he would basically be the same as him. Just like a plate of food, there is no room for resistance.

Not only Draco could see this clearly, but Lucius and Narcissa could see it more clearly than anyone else.

Especially after Lucius thoroughly inquired about all of Jon's deeds and learned that he not only killed the Lestranges, but also killed Ron earlier this year while being chased and intercepted by a group of Death Eaters. Doffus' brother Rabastan.

Looking back further, even what happened in Hogwarts Castle last year, when he infiltrated the school undercover to rescue the mudblood students, it can be basically concluded that Jon did it, and Lucius became even more uneasy. .

He knew very well what kind of person his son was. He was definitely not bad, but he was not very good either. His performance in Hogwarts Castle could only be said to be average, and he was not considered to have any top talent. Not to mention compared to a person like Jon Green who can be defined as a freak just by looking at his "resume".

Narcissa also knew her son very well. These days, she looked visibly haggard.

"Have you not found out the specific competition items yet?" she asked worriedly.

Lucius walked around the living room with his hands behind his back and a frown on his face, as if he was anxiously waiting for some news.

"No! I can't find any clues! Those guys are unwilling to disclose any relevant information. They say they have signed a confidentiality agreement. Once violated, there will be very serious consequences!"

Draco sat on the sofa. His face no longer had the arrogance and satisfaction he had when he was first selected as a warrior. He trembled and looked at his father.

"Will they let me duel with that monster?"

Lucius looked at him, with some comfort in his voice.

"You can rest assured on this. I have checked all the events that have been held in the Triwizard Tournament, and there has never been a precedent for warriors to directly engage in a duel."

"But as long as there is a game, there will be a fight, right?" Draco looked at him helplessly, "Dad, that monster will kill me! Just like he killed Aunt Bella!"

What he was afraid of was what everyone in the Malfoy family was afraid of.

Narcissa hugged Draco, her eyes were obviously red, and she looked at her husband.

"Master, don't you have any explanation?"

"The master disappeared after that night. Even all the subsequent preparations were left to Severus and Crouch. I couldn't see him at all!"

Lucius's voice was obviously impatient, and he would look up at the clock on the wall from time to time, waiting for a certain time.

"Draco is participating for Master's career." Narcissa's voice was slightly trembling. "Master definitely doesn't want to see him lose the competition, but if he is allowed to participate in the competition without protection, even The chance of survival is very small.”

"I don't know exactly what arrangements the master has made, and I don't even know the significance of his proposal to hold the Triwizard Tournament." Lucius finally stopped his restless steps, "But the master definitely doesn't want to lose. In this game, our son is not the only one he can pin his hopes on.”

Narcissa opened her mouth.

"You mean the student who represented Beauxbatons in the competition? But Beauxbatons has only been under the master's control for just one year. How can the students there be loyal?"

"Don't forget that the Beauxbatons selected student's surname is Lestrange!" Lucius said with a sullen face, "This is the surname the master trusts most, no one else, even if Bella's family is dead. , but there are still people in the Lestrange family!"

Lucius's words stirred up Narcissa's memories. After all, Bella was her sister, and she naturally knew something about the pure-blood family her sister married into.

"The student who competed is called Emil? I remember him. He is the son of Rodolphus's cousin."

"Rodolphus's cousin has replaced him as the current head of the Lestrange family, and his son is older and better than Draco. I can't be sure whether the master has The treasure lies on this boy!”

Lucius's expression was ugly. Not only was it a hostile warrior like Jon, but he and the warriors in the camp had also investigated clearly.

"Rodolphus's cousin made an appointment with me today and said he was going to bring his son to visit him in the afternoon."

Narcissa's face showed surprise.

"What do they want to do with us?"

"It's impossible to visit relatives and friends. After Bella's death, our family no longer has any relationship with their family. I think there is a high probability that we will talk about something about the Triwizard Tournament in a month's time."

At this moment, a house elf wearing a rag suddenly appeared in front of the Malfoy family.

"Lord, Master, there are two guests outside who claim to be Mr. Lestrange."

Lucius' originally gloomy expression became uncertain. Narcissa and Draco looked at him. At this time, Lucius had absolute decision-making power at home.

"Be prepared to receive guests, Narcissa. No matter what purpose they come for, wait until we meet."

As he spoke, he walked towards the door. The house elf consciously opened the door to the living room for him, and the iron gate at the fence of the manor also opened by itself, leaving a passage for visiting guests.

At this time Lucius also saw the two Mr. Lestrange.

They were one large and one small. He had already met the younger one on the night of the warrior selection. His name was Emile Lestrange, and the middle-aged wizard who was the same age as him was in Rodolphe. After all the Si family died, Brandon Lestrange inherited the entire Lestrange family business.

After investigating the information about him, Lucius has always felt that this is just a lucky guy. Compared with his dead cousins, this man named Brandon has no advantages, even if he joined early As for Death Eaters, they always belong to the category with no bright spots.

As a result, he was lucky enough to inherit all the Lestrange family's property and become the head sect. Apart from being lucky, Lucius didn't know how to describe him.

Of course, even if he had made a conclusion for this man in his heart, on the surface Lucius still had to maintain the most basic training among pure bloods. His original gloomy expression had long since disappeared without a trace, and what he showed instead was A warm smile.

"Aha, Brandon, what a surprise. I started looking forward to it when I received your invitation. Our whole family is waiting for your arrival."

This is actually not the first time Lucius has met Brandon. They had met once two months ago at the funeral of Mr. and Mrs. Lestrange. At that funeral, the man who succeeded Lestrange was Brandon, the head of the Qi family, personally presided over the ceremony.

Narcissa was also a professional noble lady from a pure-blood family, and was an expert in expression management. She accompanied Lucius to greet the guests at the door, and it was impossible to see the ugly expression on her face just now.

"Why isn't Mrs. Lestrange here?" she asked with a smile.

Brandon first shook hands with Lucius and responded to Narcissa's words with pleasantries.

"She has been feeling a little unwell recently. She originally planned to come with me, but the doctor advised her to stay at home and recuperate."

"Oh, that's a shame. I'll write to her."

Compared with the smooth communication between adults, Draco obviously couldn't manage his expression freely. There was obvious paleness on his face. He stood next to Narcissa and looked at her. The Beauxbatons warrior who was half a head taller than him.

Emil is three years older than Draco. He is already a seventh-grade student at the beginning of school and is less than a year away from adulthood.

His face was stern, and he seemed to be an unsmiling person. He noticed Draco's gaze, and just looked at each other, then turned away and placed it on Lucius.

Draco's breathing hitched slightly, feeling the contempt.

Although the other party didn't show it obviously, Draco could tell at a glance that he didn't take him seriously, because he usually had the same attitude towards those mixed-bloods in school.

This made Draco feel angry and humiliated, but he didn't say anything. He still knew the most basic things to pay attention to.

Welcoming Lestrange and his son into the living room, the sophisticated Lucius could see at a glance the incompatibility between his son and Emile. He turned his eyes to the tall, thin boy with an indifferent expression.

"Emile, I can call you that. The Lestrange family is really full of talents. I heard that you got an O rating in 11 subjects in the Wizarding Examination."

Emil nodded and said in a calm voice.

"I don't think it's an honor worth mentioning."

The anger in Draco's eyes became even stronger. He could see that this man not only looked down on him, but also looked down on his father!

Lucius's face darkened slightly, but then he still said with a smile.

"Of course, with your great talent, there will naturally be more honors worthy of being mentioned in the future."

In an inconspicuous place, Brandon gently touched his son's arm. Emil's expression slowed down reluctantly, and his attitude softened slightly.

"You still need more guidance from elders like Mr. Malfoy."

"Haha, considering the relationship between our two families, such a title is too foreign. Just call me uncle."

Lucius patted him on the shoulder, as if he didn't care at all about the disrespect he just showed, and the living room was filled with a scene of enjoyment between the host and the guest.

After they sat down, Dobby the house elf served tea and desserts. After a long chat and greetings, Brandon finally got to the point of today's visit.

"Regarding the Triwizard Tournament, Emil and Draco are both contestants fighting for their master. No matter who wins between them, it will represent our victory in the end, so I came to visit this time to talk to you. Let’s discuss some things about the next game.”

He looked at Lucius with a smile.

"After all, no matter what, it is definitely better for two people to cooperate and coordinate than to fight alone."

Lucius didn't show much surprise on his face. He had guessed Brandon's purpose from the beginning.

"Hmm so what do you think?"

Brandon glanced at his son, and then said calmly.

"I want... to use Emile as the main player and Draco as the assistant to help him win this game."

The atmosphere in the living room suddenly became quiet, but the silence only lasted for a few seconds before he spoke again.

"Of course, this is also what the master means."