"Alarmist talk!" Lucius moved closer to Elwyn, his lips moving slightly.
A trace of panic uncontrollably flashed across his face, but it was gone in a flash, and he returned to his previous indifference.
"Is that so? Do you think so? " Elwyn said calmly, as if everything was under his control. "I'm just giving a kind word of advice, Mr. Malfoy. Time will prove all this, but I'm afraid it will be too late by then …"
This time, Lucius did not speak, his gray eyes fixed on Elwyn.
He still did not understand the deeper meaning of Elwyn's words. Why was this kid so sure that Lord Voldemort would attack Draco?
But he had to admit that he had indeed offended Lord Voldemort because of the diary.
He still remembered that one night eighteen years ago, Lord Voldemort had suddenly come to his family's mansion alone, met him in secret, and handed him the ordinary-looking diary for safekeeping. Lord Voldemort had told him that this was the highest trust the Dark Lord had in him.
The highest trust of the Dark Lord, and Lucius had been ecstatic about it. This was what he had always dreamed of.
With this trust, he could bring his family's power to the peak and restore the glory of the Malfoy family.
But soon, this trust became worthless with Lord Voldemort's failure and escape, and the diary became a hot potato. Lucius did not know what it was, but if it was discovered by the Ministry of Magic …
At that time, he had dealt with many things related to Lord Voldemort, and after much hesitation, he had kept the diary.
In the following thirteen years, Lucius gradually believed that Lord Voldemort would not return!
Studying the diary made him feel afraid. He had some guesses, but he did not dare to say them out loud. He did not even dare to think of the evil word. The diary brought him infinite fear.
In the end, he decided to transfer the diary and pass the trouble to Dumbledore.
Lucius devised a plot to get rid of this trouble as he wished, drive Dumbledore away from the Hogwarts, clean up the mudbloods in the school, and frame the annoying Weasley family.
Four birds with one stone, but things did not develop in the direction he had anticipated.
It was not until the Lord Voldemort was resurrected that he realized he had made a huge mistake …
He should have kept the diary forever. It was the Lord Voldemort's trust in him.
Now, he had thrown it away.
Elwyn was right. Based on his understanding of the Dark Lord, the Lord Voldemort would not let him off easily.
He still had a sliver of hope in his heart. Perhaps Voldemort would see his loyalty and devotion as a sign of his loyalty …
But would things really be like this? Would the Lord Voldemort really forgive his mother?
Lucius was not confident and suddenly did not want to stay here.
He decided to go back and figure out what the diary was and restore it before the Dark Lord asked.
No matter the price, he had to restore the diary …
"If you want to seek help, you know what to do!" Elwyn said softly.
"Hmph!" Lucius snorted.
He understood what Elwyn meant. This kid was really bold to want to persuade him to change sides. Lucius was not that stupid.
If Elwyn knew that he was planning to restore a soul tool, he would definitely tell him that he was actually very stupid.
"Strange. I have no idea what you are talking about." Lucius's voice returned to normal.
"Malfoy, stay away from Elwyn!" Mr. Weasley said with a frown, standing between the two.
"Ah, Arthur Weasley, what are you doing here?" Lucius resumed his glib tone.
That contemptuous expression seemed to indicate that he had just noticed that Mr. Weasley was here.
"I work here," Mr. Weasley said snappily.
"Surely not here?" Malfoy said as he raised his eyebrows and glanced at the door behind Mr. Weasley. "I remember you were on the second floor. Doesn't your job involve stealing Muggle items home and casting spells on them?"
"No," Mr. Weasley said rudely, his hands clenched into fists.
"What are you doing here?" Harry asked Lucius Malfoy.
"I don't think you need to ask about my personal affairs with the Minister, Potter," Malfoy said as he wiped the front of his robe.
A faint tinkling was distinctly audible, as if his pockets were full of gold.
"To be honest, you can't expect the rest of us to indulge you just because you're Dumbledore's favorite, can you?! All right, Minister, let's go to your office, "he said as he looked deeply at Elwyn.
"Of course!" Fudge said as he turned his back to Elwyn, Harry, and Mr. Weasley. "This way, Lucius."
They strode away, whispering to each other.
Mr. Weasley waited until they disappeared into the elevator before breathing a heavy sigh of relief.
"Elwyn, what did you say to him just now?" Mr. Weasley asked, turning to look at them.
"Nothing much. I just wanted to add some trouble to him and his master. It might not work."
Even so, Malfoy's betrayal was only a matter of time.
Leaving Lucius with a little hope would help Lord Voldemort and the Death Eaters fall apart from each other.
"I don't know what you're up to, but you'd better be careful …"
"I really don't understand. If they're going to discuss things together, why isn't Malfoy waiting outside Fudge's office?" Harry glanced at Elwyn and asked angrily, "What's he doing down here?"
"I think he's trying to sneak into the courtroom," Mr. Weasley said. He looked very upset and kept turning his head to see if anyone was eavesdropping. "He wants to find out if you've been fired, as well as the results of Elwyn's inquiry. I'll leave a message for Dumbledore when I send you back. He should know what Malfoy is whispering to Fudge."
"What's going on between them?"
"I think it's gold," Mr. Weasley said angrily. Said Mr. Weasley angrily. 'For years Malfoy has been spending lavishly on all sorts of people in order to make friends with powerful people, so that he can demand special favors and delay laws he doesn't want to pass. Oh, the wealthy Lucius Malfoy. He's really powerful and resourceful. Even the downfall of the Unknowns didn't affect him much. "
The elevator arrived. There was no one inside, only a bunch of notes flying around Mr. Weasley's head.
He pressed the button for the main hall, and the elevator door clanged shut. He waved his hand impatiently to chase the notes away.
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