It was a pity that this scene couldn't be photographed, or it would definitely be on tomorrow's front page.
Elwyn was considering whether he should assign a professional photographer to Rita Skeeter, just like she had done for the Daily Prophet. A good photo could be the finishing touch of a report and attract readers' attention more easily.
As long as she was given a sum of money every month, Rita would definitely have a suitable candidate.
Foggy and Umrich left in a hurry, and Rita Skeeter chased after them relentlessly.
She kept asking questions about the trial, not intending to let Foggy off so easily.
As the others passed by, they nodded at Elwyn and the other two from time to time, but many of them looked elsewhere.
Their expressions seemed to only regard Elwyn, Harry, and Mr. Weasley as part of the wall.
Percy was the last to leave the courtroom, and when he came out, the atmosphere in the corridor was the most awkward.
He glanced at Mr. Weasley, his face expressionless, his hands clutching a large roll of parchment and a large handful of spare quills, his back straight, his nose in the air, and he strode on, his back straight and his nose in the air.
The lines around Mr. Weasley's mouth tightened, but other than that, he showed no signs of seeing his third son.
"We should tell everyone the good news. They must be very anxious up there!" Mr. Weasley said. When Percy's heels disappeared on the stairs leading to the ninth floor, he motioned for Elwyn and Harry to go forward. "By the way, Elwyn, I know you've recently hired Rita Skeeter to write an article for the newspaper, but you'd better stay away from that woman. She only knows how to spread rumors. In the past few years, she's caused a lot of trouble, and more than half of the work in the Ministry of Magic is done for her … "
"I'll be careful!" Elwyn said. "We'll strictly review her article before it's published."
Having said that, Rita Skeeter had a good grasp of the scale.
She knew how to lead the reader between the lines without leaving any crucial evidence.
Even if the entire article crossed the line, there was no way to make people say anything.
As for whether she was spreading rumors or whether it would cause trouble, Elwyn didn't care as long as it wasn't about him.
Based on the current situation, with Rita Skeeter around, Foggy would more or less have some reservations, and that was enough.
"It's good that you know what you're doing." Mr. Weasley said as he walked up the steps. "I'll show you around the department and then send you back. I still have to deal with that dustbin …"
"What are you going to do with it?" Harry asked with a grin.
Suddenly, everything seemed to be five times more fun than usual.
When he was acquitted, he was in a much better mood and could finally visit the Ministry of Magic.
"Oh, just an Anti-Vice spell. It couldn't be easier." As they went upstairs, Mr. Weasley said, "It's not a big deal to fix what's broken, but the attitude behind this kind of vandalism. Some wizards may think it's fun to play tricks on the Muggle, but it may express something deeper and uglier. I, as a …"
Mr. Weasley suddenly stopped mid-sentence. They had just walked to the corridor of the ninth floor when they saw Umrich directing two wizards to chase Rita Skeeter out. It seemed to be Foggy's order.
Foggy himself stood a few steps away from them, talking in a low voice to a tall man.
The man had a head of glossy blond hair and a sharp, pale face.
At the sound of their footsteps, the tall man turned.
He also stopped abruptly, narrowed his cold gray eyes, and stared fixedly at Elwyn and Harry's faces.
"Well, well, Patron Potter and Star of Hope Mason!" Lucius Malfoy said coldly and sarcastically.
Harry suddenly felt suffocated, as if he had stepped into something solid.
He glared at him angrily, unable to believe that Lucius Malfoy dared to look at him in the face. He could not believe that Malfoy was here, in the Ministry of Magic, and that Cornelius Foggy was talking to him in a friendly manner as if they were best friends.
After all, they had personally told Foggy a few weeks ago that Malfoy was a Death Eater.
Beside Harry, Elwyn also frowned at Malfoy. The last time he had seen these two cold gray eyes, they had been hidden behind two narrow slits in the Death Eater's hood. He had manifested himself in that gloomy graveyard to pledge his loyalty to his old master.
Lucius Malfoy was a very cunning man. His personality and the status and wealth of the Malfoy family meant that he would not be completely loyal to anyone, and would not put the interests of Lord Voldemort first like those madmen. He would always have his own plans.
In other words, he was a member of Lord Voldemort's camp that could be won over.
In Elwyn's view, he could actually cooperate with Malfoy since there was no fundamental disagreement between them.
Of course, he had to be extra careful when dealing with Malfoy. He was far more troublesome than Rita Skeeter.
At the very least, Elwyn currently did not have anything in his hands that could move the other party.
However, once he understood the attitude of the returned Lord Voldemort toward the Malfoy family, Elwyn believed that he still had a chance. Lord Voldemort would certainly not easily let Malfoy, who had destroyed one of his soul vessels, off the hook.
He would firmly remember this matter in his heart, and then slowly send the Malfoy family to their deaths …
When Malfoy understood all this, it would be the moment when he would be betrayed by Lord Voldemort without hesitation.
"The minister has just told me how you narrowly escaped, Potter!" Mr. Malfoy said in an accent, his gray eyes staring intently at Harry. "It's really amazing that you can constantly come out of very narrow holes. To be honest, you're really like a snake."
Mr. Weasley grasped Harry's shoulder tightly, warning him not to act rashly.
"Yes," Harry said, taking a deep breath. "Yes, I'm very good at escaping."
Then, Lucius Malfoy raised his gaze and turned to Elwyn.
"Look at your companion, Potter. If I were you, I wouldn't let a mud seed stand next to me," he said slowly.
"If I were you, Mr. Malfoy, I wouldn't be standing here leisurely," Elwyn said with a smile.
He decided to give the other party a reminder and a little provocation. It would be even better if he could speed up the speed of Malfoy's defection.
Speaking of which, this was a good opportunity. Otherwise, he really had no way of interacting with the other party.
With just a few words, he could add some fatal trouble to Lord Voldemort and Lucius. It was too appropriate.
"After you lost and damaged something important to your master, based on your understanding of him, do you think he will let you off so easily?" Elwyn said.
"What do you mean?" Lucius narrowed his eyes. "I don't understand what you're saying."
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