The third generation of Dark Lord came from Hogwarts

Lucius was silent for a moment and put his cane on the table.

"I wonder what Mr. Grindelwald thinks of the Dark Lord's prophecy?"

"The one about Harry and Voldemort?"

"Yes."

Hearing Lucius's cautious response, Argus shook his head and chuckled.

Prophecy?

Whose prophecy can compare to his father's?

Having the Eye of Prophecy as well, Argus has always disdained such illusory things.

Rather than betting on unpredictable things, it is better to take everything into your own hands!

He picked up the wand and waved it, and the water in the teapot seemed to be heated by something.

It made a gurgling sound.

In just a few seconds, it boiled.

This understated scene made Lucius' pupils shrink slightly.

Silent casting!

Even if it is just a simple heating of the teapot, it is not something that ordinary wizards can accomplish!

It requires extreme familiarity with this spell, and at the same time, one's own magical attainments must reach an extremely high level.

Even most Aurors cannot complete it!

Lucius thought he had already underestimated Argus's talent, but he still underestimated him.

"I have a question for you, Mr. Malfoy."

Lucius straightened his posture and said respectfully: "Mr. Grindelwald, please speak."

"You said, is the water in this teapot hot or cold?"

"The water in the teapot?" Lucius couldn't figure out what Argus meant for a moment.

The water is still bubbling, and you know it must be hot without looking!

Is there anything to argue about?

He was about to speak, but Argus snapped his fingers.

The kettle, which was still steaming, suddenly cooled down.

"The future has always been in the hands of the strong."

"Only the weak will rely on unfounded prophecies."

"Isn't it?"

Lucius met Argus's confident eyes and unconsciously avoided it.

Yes, if everything really depends on prophecies, what is the point of his years of hard work?

The Malfoy family has gone through years of hard work and finally became a member of the twenty-eight pure bloods. Is it because of the so-called prophecy?

No!

Malfoy's ancestors crawled out of the sea of ​​blood and corpses time and time again, relying on their control of the situation of all parties and their keen sense of smell far beyond ordinary people!

And now, it's time to decide Malfoy's fate again!

He raised his eyes, and his eyes were more serious than Argus had ever seen.

"Mr. Grindelwald, I want to complete a deal with you."

"Or rather, a promise from you."

"What promise?"

"If, I mean if one day in the future, the Malfoy family encounters a catastrophe, I hope you can help and save Draco. In return, the Malfoy family's books and connections will all be open to you!"

Argus's expression became serious.

He sighed in his heart.

Malfoy is worthy of being a Malfoy, who realized the possible changes in the future so early.

Bet on various forces in advance!

With Lucius's intelligence, he must have known the relationship between Draco and Harry.

I and Narcissa have long been labeled as Death Eaters, and put Draco in the hands of myself and Dumbledore.

In the future, no matter which side wins, the continuation of the Malfoy family can be guaranteed.

Sure enough, there is no simple pure-blood family that can survive until now!

"Mr. Malfoy, you should know the relationship between Draco and me."

"If something happens to him one day in the future, I can't..."

"It's different!" Lucius interrupted Argus.

"I know that Draco is a bit...straightforward."

"The promise I want is to save him once at all costs!"

"Only once!"

"After this time, if the child has any problems again, it has nothing to do with you, and Malfoy will never complain!"

"Okay, I promise."

Argus's straightforward answer almost made Lucius fail to react.

He was ready for Argus to ask for a big price, but he never thought that the other party didn't even ask.

"Mr. Grindelwald, you... you..."

"Do you want to ask me why I agreed so quickly?"

Argus had expected it, and looked towards the direction of the door.

He spoke lightly.

"Some things cannot be measured by interests."

He stood up and put a polite smile on his face again.

"I think Draco's stuff should be almost bought."

"Mr. Malfoy, shall we go together?"

Lucius stood up and saluted.

"As you wish!"

...

Saints' Bookstore.

Gilderoy Lockhart has finished signing, and several reporters from the Daily Prophet are surrounding him to take pictures.

A standard eight-tooth smile.

When he turned his head to face the camera, Harry's eyes lit up.

"No way, Harry Potter!"

His words instantly focused everyone's attention on Harry.

At this time, Harry's face was black and gray, extremely embarrassed, and he kept dodging in the crowd.

Ron seemed not to see Harry's embarrassment, and pushed Harry hard to come in front of the crowd.

"Hurry up, Harry! Mr. Lockhart is a famous adventurer!"

"Go take a picture with him!"

The voice was loud, and he wanted everyone to know that he was Harry's good friend.

"Get out of the way, Weasley!"

Draco pushed Ron away dissatisfied.

"It's Harry's own choice whether or not to take a photo. He's just an adventurer. Only you would take him seriously!"

"Shut up, Malfoy!" Ron's cheeks flushed, and he was obviously angry at Draco's words.

"Am I wrong? You just use Harry as a tool to show off!"

"Draco, don't be angry, it's just a photo, it's okay."

Although Harry was grateful for Draco's help, he didn't want to embarrass his two good friends.

He came to Lockhart's side with a stiff upper lip.

Seeing Harry coming, Lockhart's face looked better.

Draco's words just now were indeed a bit harsh, but the Malfoy family was not something he could offend.

He could only swallow his anger.

Fortunately, this savior was quite sensible.

As the surrounding spotlights lit up, the sound of cameras clicking continued.

Ron's expression became more and more proud.

So what if you knew Harry earlier?

He still prefers me?

Otherwise, why would he listen to me and take a photo with Lockhart?

Looking at Ron's provocative eyes, Draco couldn't help it anymore and punched him!

The two men instantly wrestled into a ball!

Harry wanted to stop them immediately, but Lockhart was holding him tightly and taking pictures, not giving him any chance to escape.

He could only shout anxiously.

"Stop, stop!"

"Stop fighting!"

The Weasleys were taking Ginny to buy various items needed for school, and they were completely unaware of what was happening here.

At this moment, the door of the bookstore opened.

Lucius followed Argus into the bookstore.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw his son and Ron fighting.

He looked down at Argus, his face burning.

"Draco! Stop it!"

Lucius stepped forward, grabbed Draco and was about to leave.

But Ron, who had suffered a loss, was unwilling to give up, and rushed forward to continue punching and kicking Draco.

Lucius was already full of anger, and seeing Ron was so ignorant, he became more annoyed.

He swung his sleeves hard and threw him aside.

The next second, the door of the bookstore opened again.

The Weasley family just pushed open the door and ran into Ron being thrown away.

Ron was also emboldened when he saw his parents.

He pointed at Lucius and cried aggrievedly.

"Dad! He hit me!"