The Wedding March (Four)
Lucius Malfoy was a rich, handsome, and respectable wizard.
Although it was not easy to mention that he had once worked for an illegal group, he was now clean.
On the surface, he was also a well-known, wealthy businessman. His house stood and his house lay on the ground.
Thousands of acres of fertile land,
Trees became forests, rice became granaries,
Gold and silver became mountains,
Good things became platforms,
Sisters-In-Law became enemies,
Brothers became enemies … Well, the last two were skipped. The Malfoy family had only been passed down to Lucius for several generations, and he only had one child, Drac.
His eyes had been big since he was young.
Finally, he was seventeen or eighteen years old.
A spirited and shrewd young man.
He actually rebelled? Lucius's heart ached when he thought of the red-haired man in the front hall.
He lay in the backyard and rubbed his chest.
He chased away a few white peacocks who had come over to watch the show.
Narcissa Malfoy came over with a teacup and sat next to her husband. She looked at him sighing and laughed in her heart. "You really don't care about our son?"
Lucius's handsome face was white with anger.
He said hatefully, "Leave our son.
Chase the others away.
If they are shameless, I'll give them ten great tortures!!! "
Narcissa rolled her eyes at him and said calmly, "I'm afraid that after you chase the 'others' away, you won't be able to keep your son."
Lucius's liver ached again when he thought of the thick proposal on the desk.
When Drac was in school, he secretly cooperated with the twins of the Weisles family. When the twins' business grew, he took the dividends from the 10% shares, plus the connections led by the twins, and with the platform of Snape's Magic Potion Research Institute, he started the import and export business of magic potion raw materials. By the time the Magic World's Transnational Trade Act was passed, the young Malfoy had already grabbed a few dealers and set up a brand. In other words, Drac Malfoy had achieved financial independence the year he graduated, and the Malfoy the Elder could not rely on deducting his pocket money or other means to tie him to the family.
In Drac's words, "I have hundreds of thousands of Garen every minute. What's there to talk about when it comes to dating?"
Thinking of this, Lucius sighed again. Ever since she got together with the Savior, Drac had become less reserved in private.
Narcissa put down the teacup and stood up kindly. She stretched out her well-maintained hands to massage her husband's temples and coaxed him, "If you really want to keep your son, you can put some pressure on the Ministry of Foreign Trade or talk to Severus. Why don't you just get Drac's business?" After all, he was still young and had a shallow foundation. Others might not want to touch the Malfoy the Elder's cake, but Malfoy the Elder and Malfoy the Younger? This was called internal integration of resources.
Seeing that Lucius did not speak, Narcissa continued, "If you can't bear to bully Xiaolong, why can't you bully the one from Weisles' family? He's an Auror who hasn't even been officially promoted. Whether it's firing him or sending him to the North Sea to guard Azkaban … isn't it just a matter of a few words? "
Lucius's blond hair was filled with frustration. "Do you think this is before the war? If it were Old Man Weasley, I wouldn't even need to say a word to deal with an insignificant Auror. Someone would have already beaten him down based on my attitude. Now that he's still in the ministry, it means that the situation is different. Old Weasley naturally has nothing to say. His third son is now occupying a position in the Ministry of Education. Granger and Potter are both inestimable people in the future, and the twins … It's the world of the young now. "
Narcissa, who was born in the Black Clan and had been the matriarch of the Malfoy Family for so many years, understood this. She just said, "Then what should I do? Why don't I hang myself in the southeast and let Xiaolong mourn for three years? "
"We don't have such a rule … You!" Realizing that Narcissa was joking, Lucius held her hand and pulled his wife to him. "Instead of letting you hang yourself in the southeast, why don't I assassinate Arthur Weisles and let the Weisles' son mourn for him?"
"Don't. It's fine if you succeed, but if you fail, Xiaolong will have a father who's staying in Azkaban. It won't be easy to find a partner."
"That red-haired boy dares to despise Drac?!" Lucius was being unreasonable.
"Civil servants are quite popular now …"
"Let Derek take the exam too …" Lucius hugged his wife tightly and said bitterly, "Let's have another child and nurture a Minister of Magic!" Recalling that Derek was focused on expanding his territory in the business world and had no intention of getting close to the Ministry of Magic, Lucius said bitterly, "Let's have another child and nurture a Minister of Magic!"
Narcissa held her husband's face and kissed him. "Then we don't want Xiaolong?"
"… Hmph, let him come over. I'll give him a few more instructions." Lucius straightened his face and planned to impart his years of experience in suppressing the Weisles to his eldest son.
"Maybe at night. Lil 'Dragon just went out with little Weasley." Narcissa leisurely sat back on her recliner and said slowly.
"… Where did they go?!"
"My cousin Sirius's 38th birthday bachelor party. Don't you know? Oh, that's right. They haven't seen you at all. They just told me. "
Lucius looked at his wife's dignified and beautiful face and felt that he seemed to be alone in this huge manor. Even those feathered fellows were on Narcissa's side.
When Drac and Ron arrived at No. 12 Grimmauld Square in a carriage, Harry had just arrived in his newly purchased DeLorean DMC-12 (the same model from the movie "Back to the Future"). When the three of them met, Harry was defeated by an absolute disadvantage and was pressed down by the other two.
After Sirius moved back to the old Black house, he made a bold renovation. At first, Klitscher almost died in the line of duty and vowed to "protect the glory of Black." But when he saw Sirius hang a reverse cross on one wall and Gothic symbols on the other, he didn't say anything. Thus, it created the current Slytherin, heavy gold, Gothic, pagan, and psychedelic rock style of decoration, which was popular among the original Death Eaters for a while.
When Harry and the others entered, the living room, which had been cast with the Space Expansion Spell, was already bustling with guests. Some of them were wizards he knew, and some of them were more avant-garde and seemed to be Sirius's friends at sea. Harry saw Sirius adjusting the sound system on the dance floor at a glance and subconsciously bent down to hide behind a row of wizards, intending to eat and drink first. Drac and Selina knew what was bothering him, so they let him go.
Sirius' bachelor party was said to be to celebrate his eternal youth, but in fact, it was also a social party. After the prodigal son of the Black family turned over a new leaf, he took the lead in investing in the American market and took a position in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. With the help of his good friend Remus Lupin and his cousin Narcissa, no matter how the old Black family viewed him, in the hearts of the rising new generation of wizards, this legendary wizard who was like a "rock aristocrat" had a considerable status as an idol. Unknowingly, Sirius' bachelor party became a networking party for the old school wizards, the new school wizards, and foreign wizards to mingle with each other.
Of course, Harry didn't care about this. Harry only cared about stuffing cake into his mouth and hoped that the atmosphere would be more lively so that his dog father and Uncle Wolf would ignore him. But things didn't always go according to plan. Look, Tonks came over with his bubble-gum hair and greeted him happily. "Harry! I haven't seen you in a long time! "
"Auntie Tonks." According to Sirius' seniority, Tonks should be considered his elder sister.
Tonks glared at him. Harry hurriedly handed her a glass of wine, but Tonks waved her hand and smiled. "I can't drink for a while."
"Even the Auros are going to investigate …" As he spoke, Harry read something unusual from Tonks' smile. He couldn't help but look at Tonks' belly. "You … you … you … you can't be serious, right?"
The female Auro's smile had a hint of threat. "You don't want to accept this godson?"
"Of course not!" Because of Lupin's physical condition, Tonks' pregnancy preparation process was very difficult and cautious. Harry was also speechless when he heard the good news. Besides, their seniority was getting worse and worse!
Harry reached out a hand and placed it on Tonks' flat belly. He released a bit of magic to probe, and sure enough, there was a healthy little life responding.
"Teddy. He's Teddy Remus Lupin. He'll inherit his father's name and his mother's ability."
"Really?" Tonks stroked her belly in surprise and giggled.
In Harry's memory, Teddy was a smart and likable young man. However, Bill and Hibiscus had not yet met, and Harry did not know if Teddy could kiss Viktova (Bill and Hibiscus' eldest daughter) in front of the platform.
"Harry, do you want to hurry up and find a partner and see if you can give birth to a girlfriend for Teddy?" Tonks suddenly said.
Harry waved his hand subconsciously. "Stop fooling around. My partner can't give birth …"
Looking at Harry who quickly covered his mouth, Tonks smiled meaningfully. "Oh, so you still have a partner?"
Harry decided to fill his mouth with food.
Tonks snorted and knocked his head with a finger. "I won't stay here any longer. Help me tell Sirius that in two months, Remus won't have time to run errands for him every day. Tell him to focus on his own business."
After seeing the female Auror off, Harry heaved a sigh of relief. He thought to himself, Moody is planning to retire soon, and Tonks will probably be promoted after she gives birth. Ron, the intern, will finally be promoted.
When he looked up, he saw a person who rarely showed up on such occasions.
"Professor Mcgonagall."
Although Mileva McGonagall was already the vice-principal, students like Harry were still used to calling her professor.
Professor Mcgonagall was still in her traditional wizard outfit. From the ribbons on her hat to the wrinkles on her face, everything was meticulous. Her eyes behind her glasses were even more serious, but when she saw her former students standing in front of her obediently, she still smiled. "Harry, where is Severus?" Harry asked.
Harry looked at the watch on his wrist. The hand that represented Snape did not move, so he said, "He should still be in a meeting. Why are you looking for him?"
"Why?" Professor Mcgonagall immediately raised one of her eyebrows. She took out a piece of paper from her knitted handbag and handed it to Harry. "Why do you think I'm looking for him?"
Harry held his glasses, looked at the paper, and read the words on it. "Due to my poor health, limited ability, and poor social relations, I voluntarily transfer the position of principal of Hogwarts to Miss Mileva McGonagall. Miss McGonagall has been dedicated to the school for many years. She has many students …"
Professor Mcgonagall took back the paper with Snape's signature and scolded with a straight face, "I didn't say anything about Abusi's resignation. He's already old, and there's the Black Devil urging him on …"
"I didn't urge the professor!" Harry quickly waved his hands.
"I'm not talking about you! I'm talking about Severus. He's still in his prime. Why did he just resign and leave all the work to me? "Professor Mcgonagall frowned." I know you've already graduated, but isn't he a bit too hasty? "
Why does this have to do with me? Harry was about to kneel down. He quickly pulled the professor to show his determination. "This really has nothing to do with me! Think about the situation when the professor took over the position of principal. Abusi knew that the professor had a bad temper and was not afraid of offending him, so he pushed him to the position. With your help, the Ministry of Magic didn't dare to touch the Hogwarts, and we were able to smoothly complete the first step of the opening plan. But it's different now … "
Harry sincerely poured a glass of whiskey for Professor Mcgonagall. "Now that the reform and the establishment of diplomatic relations are on the right track, and the Ministry of Magic has been reshuffled once, the Hogwarts naturally won't put you in that position as a god of death. Besides …" Harry covered his face. "You're in charge of most of the school's affairs. You're not only worthy of your name, but also popular!"
Professor Mcgonagall slowly finished the whiskey in her glass. She put down the glass and said to Harry, "Then tell Severus that I approve the letter of appointment — the resignation letter! He can do whatever he wants! And you … "The new headmistress looked Harry up and down and said in a kind tone," You're a good boy. Now that you've graduated … "
The music suddenly became louder, and a "Ga —" sound came from the loudspeaker, so Harry did not hear Professor Mcgonagall's last words. He only saw her leave. She was also a busy person and did not have time to waste on this kind of party.
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