Rebirth: I am the strongest second generation of Harry Potter

Lucius Malfoy sat in his original position, his expression was still as calm as at the beginning. But this time, it was not just Hector who sat opposite him, but also Dumbledore.

Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, his face solemn, completely different from his usual kindness. Only when Hector brought him the brewed tea did Dumbledore show a faint smile.

This smile quickly disappeared from Dumbledore's face after Hector sat down.

"Lucius, is there anything you want to say?"

Dumbledore said this in a very calm tone. He just leaned back in his chair and looked at Mr. Malfoy calmly. He didn't look angry.

"Do I need to say anything? Dumbledore, or, what do you want me to say?"

Mr. Malfoy picked up the teacup and held it in his palm, as if it could give him enough sense of security. Mr. Malfoy avoided Dumbledore's eyes, lowered his head, and wanted to take a sip of the water in the cup, but his lips touched nothing. The teacup was empty, without even a tiny drop of water. Mr. Malfoy could only put the cup back on the table and put his hands around his chest.

"I don't need you to say anything, Lucius, and you don't need to deny anything. I just want to know one thing - where did the diary go?"

Dumbledore stared at Lucius Malfoy's eyes and didn't give him a chance to avoid it. Unfortunately, Mr. Malfoy's brain defense skills were also quite good, and Dumbledore didn't get any information.

"Are you getting old and confused, Dumbledore? I have said it many times, I don't know what diary is, and I don't know what you are talking about. It is really ridiculous."

Mr. Malfoy became excited all of a sudden, he stood up from his chair, and Dumbledore and him lost their eye contact. Lucius Malfoy was indeed a good debater, he did not fall into the trap set by Dumbledore at all, and even wanted to seize the initiative in the conversation.

"Dumbledore, I think you are really too old to be the headmaster of Hogwarts. I will definitely propose this to the board of directors. Hogwarts needs a new headmaster, a competent headmaster. I think Professor Snape must be a good candidate."Dumbledore did not answer this question. He even drank the tea in the cup as if he did not hear it. Seeing Dumbledore's reaction, Mr. Malfoy sat back in his chair in dismay. He subconsciously picked up the teacup, and then put it down awkwardly.

"I know you won't admit it, Lucius. As you said, there is no direct evidence to incriminate you."

Mr. Malfoy showed a smug look on his face, but this smug look did not last long. Dumbledore continued,

"However, I still have to remind you solemnly that in the future, I don't want anyone to hand over Voldemort's old things to innocent people. Those who do these things will inevitably suffer serious consequences - no matter who they are, and no matter what excuse they make. The excuse of the Imperius Curse is very useful, but I think the effect of the truth serum is also good."

"Are you threatening me, Dumbledore?"

Mr. Malfoy stared at Dumbledore, his eyes full of malice, like the eyes of a snake. Dumbledore put down the teacup in his hand and stared at Mr. Malfoy without showing any weakness.

"No, this is just a piece of advice. After all, as you said, you know nothing about this matter. I guess that kind of despicable and stupid behavior has nothing to do with you."

Dumbledore paused, he looked at Mr. Malfoy, and then said,

"If you have any problem with my position as the headmaster of Hogwarts, you can go to the board of directors to discuss this matter - if they all agree to your proposal on their own initiative, I would be very happy to resign as the headmaster."

The seriousness on Dumbledore's face faded temporarily, and a smile briefly returned to his face

""Just as you said, Severus is indeed a very suitable candidate, but I believe that Minerva is more suitable than him - Severus will probably agree with me."

Mr. Malfoy just nodded slightly, and he stood up from his chair, pretending to end this conversation. He pulled out his wand, tapped his wrinkled and slightly dusty robe, and then combed his long hair. After he finished this series of actions, Mr. Malfoy put his wand back into his cane, and looked down at the still sitting Dumbledore and his grandson, his eyes were contemptuous, and so were his words.

"In this case, I think we have nothing more to talk about. Let's stop here for today's conversation. I still have to prepare some school things for Draco, and he can take his newly bought flying broom with him this year - after all, everything must be done according to the rules."

Dumbledore had no intention of standing up, and neither did Hector.

"Dumbledore."

Mr. Malfoy gestured, and he turned and walked towards the door. But Dumbledore stopped him very quickly.

"Wait, Lucius, there are still some things that have not been resolved."

Dumbledore's tone was cold, and so was his gaze. Hearing Dumbledore's call, Mr. Malfoy, who had already touched the door handle, froze in place. He wanted to pretend that he didn't hear it and just push the door open and walk out. But the door seemed to be frozen, and no matter how hard Mr. Malfoy tried, it didn't move.

Mr. Malfoy also wanted to use Apparition to leave directly, but no matter how many times he silently recited the spell with his back to Dumbledore's eyes, Mr. Malfoy's body still stayed in place, with no signs of moving.

"Don't waste your time, Lucius. Once we have resolved this matter, you can leave."

Mr. Malfoy reluctantly walked back after hearing what Dumbledore said. His brows were tightly knitted together, and his face was full of impatience.

"What do you want to do, Dumbledore? There is nothing more to discuss between us."

Dumbledore did not answer directly, but a rare look of anger appeared on his face. Lucius Malfoy had never seen Dumbledore angry before, so he sat back in his original seat, and the nouveau riche temperament on his body disappeared completely.

"Lucius, I don't have any evidence about Tom Riddle's diary, but I cannot tolerate your insults to Aberforth and Hector's parents.

Lucius Malfoy just remembered the insulting words he had said not long ago to anger Hector, and panic hit him very quickly. Mr. Malfoy's hand tightly grasped his cane. He pretended to be calm and looked at Dumbledore and Hector who was sitting behind him without saying a word but with a face full of anger. He wanted to say something to defend himself, but Mr. Malfoy, who was not eloquent, couldn't say a word at this time.

"I think an apology and some compensation are the minimum - I reminded you when we were in school that you had to bear the consequences for what you said. Unfortunately, you don't seem to be aware of your bad habits, and you even passed them on to your son, Draco Malfoy."

Dumbledore continued, his eyes never leaving Mr. Malfoy's body. Dumbledore's sight seemed to have extraordinary power. Faced with this power, Mr. Malfoy showed an incredible expression. He deliberately avoided Dumbledore's sight, intending to stalemate with Dumbledore to the end.

Unfortunately, blind avoidance cannot solve the problem. The pressure that came from nowhere was heavily imposed on Mr. Malfoy. His face gradually turned pale and his breathing became rapid. In the end, Mr. Malfoy looked at Hector and gritted his teeth and said that sentence in an almost inaudible voice,

"I'm sorry."

The pressure disappeared in an instant, and Mr. Malfoy's curled up body finally relaxed. At the first moment when the pressure was released, Mr. Malfoy, who always paid attention to his temperament and dress, did not tidy up his appearance. He lowered his head, as if hiding something.

"There is also a certain amount of compensation."

Dumbledore seemed a little unwilling to give in at this moment. He tapped the table with his fingers, and the serious expression on his face did not return to its usual kindness because of Mr. Malfoy's surrender.

"What do you want?"

Mr. Malfoy raised his head again, his expression very calm, but Hector could still hear his uneasy heart from his slightly trembling voice.

""A house elf."

Hector made his request without much hesitation. Mr. Malfoy just nodded mechanically without much reaction.

"I want Dobby, the one from your family, Mr Malfoy."