Rebirth: I am the strongest second generation of Harry Potter

After hearing this, Mr. Malfoy froze in anger. Hector clearly saw the ferocious expression on Mr. Malfoy's face change from fear to deliberately disguised firmness with difficulty and quickly. He sat back in his seat, picked up the teacup on the table, but put it down in an instant. After a while, Mr. Malfoy responded.

"It seems that Mr. Dumbledore really has a very serious problem. He deliberately misled students and made you have such a deep and serious prejudice against the Malfoy family, the pillar of the wizarding world - and there is no evidence."

"Don't change the subject, Mr. Malfoy."

Hector stretched lazily, the initiative of the conversation had slipped from Lucius Malfoy's hands and into the arms of Hector Dumbledore. Now every word Mr. Malfoy said seemed to be an excuse for his own behavior. Hector took advantage of Mr. Malfoy's emotional changes and led him into a self-contradictory dead end.

After all, this dead end was based on the common understanding of the people in the conversation - the diary did belong to Mr. Malfoy. On this basis, Hector also used the embellishment of"working for Voldemort" to divert Mr. Malfoy's attention, and Mr. Malfoy fell into the dilemma of self-proof.

Unfortunately, Mr. Malfoy is also a veteran after all, this dilemma can only delay him, but cannot completely overwhelm him.

"Very wonderful, Hector. I have to say that it is really remarkable that you can achieve this at your age."

Mr. Malfoy's expression became relaxed again, and he looked at Hector with approval in his eyes.

"Seriously, if you weren't Dumbledore, if you weren't a Gryffindor, I'm sure we would have been pretty good friends."

"Unfortunately, I am a Dumbledore and a Gryffindor through and through.

Hector knew that Mr. Malfoy had gotten out of the dilemma of proving himself, and the way was very simple, that is, Hector had no evidence to prove that the notebook belonged to Lucius Malfoy. Without this starting point, the theory that the Malfoy family worked for Voldemort would not have any basis, even if everyone knew it was a fact.

Even if the wand used to cast the spell was covered with Malfoy's fingerprints, you would never see any Malfoy family members at the crime scene - this sentence is the most appropriate description of the Malfoy family.

"But you are still not smart enough, Mr. Dumbledore."

Mr. Malfoy stood up and straightened his clothes, with a smile of conspiracy on his face.

"I don't need you to say or do anything, this is just an extra gift. Hector, all I need is for you to stay here for a while, even a moment is enough - for those reporters who are catching wind of rumors, it doesn't matter what is talked about, what matters is who is talking and when."

Mr. Malfoy stood in front of Hector, his expensive clothes had become flat, and the whole person had returned to the high and mighty look when they first met.

"Thank you again, Hector. I think time is enough. Let's stop talking here. What do you think?

A beetle landed on Hector's shoulder and gently flapped its wings and flew towards the open window.

"Mr. Malfoy, if I'm not mistaken, you did hire reporters. But since you won't do this in a big way, the number of reporters should be as few as possible, and only one would be even better. In addition, you need enough influence to publicize this matter - so you naturally won't choose reporters from small newspapers."

Hector's hand reached for the wand, and the other hand was still playing with the glass jar.

"I think I know who the reporter is."

A silent shot streaked through the air and accurately hit the beetle on its way to escape. The beetle fell on the table beside him. Hector first rolled to close the distance, and then quickly covered the ordinary-looking beetle with a glass jar.

"Put your wand down, Mr. Malfoy. If you want to be undignified, you can refer to the Death Eater companions I sent in - if you are not so forgetful."

Mr. Malfoy pulled out the wand hidden in his cane the moment Hector took action, and the tip of the wand pointed directly at Hector - that's why Hector rolled over. Hector's wand also pointed at Mr. Malfoy. He knew that Lucius Malfoy didn't dare to do anything to him, but he still dared to use a simple forgetfulness spell.

""That's not it, Dumbledore. I'm accusing you of two things now - using magic outside of school, and intentionally harming an adult wizard, that is, me."

The smile on Mr. Malfoy's face turned into anger, and his hand holding the wand trembled slightly. Lucius Malfoy no longer had the righteous and upright image just now. Now he looked more like a villain whose plan had failed.

"I need evidence, Mr. Malfoy, please, do you have any evidence?"

"I am the evidence, Dumbledore."

Mr. Malfoy completely tore off his elegant and easy-going mask. Hidden under the mask was his gloomy and cunning nature - now his ferocious expression made his nature float to the surface.

"Also, because of your attack, I can make appropriate self-defense"

"That's right, Mr. Malfoy, so do you dare to do it?"

Lucius Malfoy's words seemed to encourage himself, but Hector directly exposed this point, and he continued,

"In fact, all your plans are based on the premise that I came to see you alone - after all, I wrote to you alone, it was obscure enough, and I cast a magic to eliminate the trace after writing. In your eyes, it was just a stupid and naive attempt of Gryffindor, after all, I am only a second year."

Mr. Malfoy's face showed obvious panic, and his hand holding the wand dropped. However, he still held a fluke mentality and asked tentatively,

"Isn’t it?"

"I didn't plan to tell him, but Albus Dumbledore is Albus Dumbledore.

Hector paused, then suddenly realized what was in his mind.

"I finally understand Dumbledore's intention now."

As soon as he finished speaking, the air behind him suddenly fluctuated, and Dumbledore's figure appeared in the Three Broomsticks. The white-haired old man was standing behind Hector. Dumbledore stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Lucius Malfoy holding his wand opposite him.

"Thank you, Hector. I have gained much more today than I thought.

Dumbledore patted Hector on the shoulder, his eyes still fixed on Mr. Malfoy.

"I think it's been a long time since we last met, Lucius, and you haven't made any progress at all,"

Dumbledore paused like Malfoy, and then he continued quickly.

"As you said, family education is very important. I think Abraxas will be angry about this."

Dumbledore's imitation show stopped here and didn't get worse - after all, he was Albus Dumbledore, not Lucius Malfoy.

"Would you mind chatting, Mr. Lucius Malfoy?"