Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 811: Malfoy’s trick

Crackling sounded in the dark alley, and a hooded figure appeared out of thin air.

The stench in the alley made the hooded man wrinkle his nose, then he raised his head and looked around vigilantly to make sure there was no one around, and then quietly walked out of the alley and disappeared into the desolate street.

Walking through an old abandoned neighborhood, the hooded man stopped in front of the dilapidated townhouse, and seemed to mutter something softly, and the gap between the two dilapidated townhouses suddenly cracked open, revealing the hidden A wooden door in between.

As the hooded man approached, the wooden door opened without warning, and he walked in immediately.

The wooden door closed behind him, and the fire was immediately lit in front of him.

Lucius Malfoy lifted his hood behind his head, revealing his slightly pale face in the firelight.

This is their stronghold. Today's Death Eaters are just rats crossing the street and shouting at everyone. Naturally, it's not suitable for a high profile, so they found a hidden meeting place.

Malfoy crossed the corridor to a door. He reached out and tapped lightly three times. Then, he passed directly through the wooden door and appeared in a very luxurious living room.

The originally noisy living room stopped abruptly after Lucius Malfoy came in, and everyone looked at Lucius Malfoy.

"Man, you were almost late."

In the silent room, someone suddenly broke the silence. If Hagrid was here, he would have recognized that the person who spoke just now was Walton McNeil, who almost cut off Buckbeak's head.

"It took me a long time."

Lucius Malfoy sat in the vacant seat, and it was not difficult to see Malfoy's place in the group from his seat.

"What was the result?" Old Goyle asked.

"Is Peter really dead?" Old Crabbe continued.

"Peter Pettigrew is indeed dead. I confirmed his body with my own eyes in Azkaban's graveyard. It is indeed true." Lucius Malfoy looked up at everyone, cleared his throat and briskly The tone said, "As far as I know, Peter Pettigrew has not confessed anyone after he was arrested."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Although as early as more than ten years ago, everyone here used various excuses to escape prison, but no one knows whether Peter Pettigrew will confess them again and cause them other troubles.

After all, there have been similar cases before where traitors relied on reporting their companions in exchange for a chance to have their crimes reduced.

"It's too cheap that bastard."

For the past few months, they've been dying to kill Peter.

It's just that it's not easy to kill Peter silently in Azkaban prison, otherwise Lucius Malfoy secretly killed Sirius Black more than ten years ago, and let his wife justifiably inherit Black family legacy.

"It's weird, Peter's house disappeared not long ago." The hunchbacked Nott said suddenly.

"You think Peter is playing dead?" Malfoy frowned at Nott, who was talking next to him.

Yes, Peter has precedents.

"The old woman from Peter's family went to Azkaban prison before she died, and she burned herself to death within a few days," Nott reminded.

"Perhaps, she's crazy." Old Goyle muttered softly. "After all, her son's sudden transformation from a hero to a murderer was very exciting to her."

"That's not the point. Azkaban prison shouldn't let people come and go at will." Avery also frowned. Peter has a precedent for escaping from suspended animation, although he doesn't think Malfoy is lying, but...

"I know about this, that woman is dying and wants to see her son." Lucius said after a pause, and continued: "So, she donated most of the Peter family's property to St. Mungo's Magical Injury and Sickness. At the expense of the hospital, persuaded Fudge to allow her to go to Azkaban to see her son one last time."

There is no doubt that Fudge agreed.

Look at that big donation.

Furthermore, it can be regarded as fulfilling the wishes of dying people.

Honestly, although Peter died in Azkaban prison, others still hated him. Most of the Death Eaters believed that Peter lied to them, because the Dark Lord got to Potter's house based on the information Peter provided, and then lost his way there.

It turned out to be a good situation, and it collapsed with the disappearance of the Dark Lord, and a large number of Death Eaters were taken into Azkaban.

There are not many people who hate Peter, but at that time Peter was "dead" and there was nothing they could do.

Going to trouble Mrs. Peter?

The Death Eaters who have just escaped, can't wait to get rid of the relationship, how dare they rush up.

However, they had already been played by Peter as a monkey, and naturally they had to prevent these things from happening again. If Peter really didn't die, then naturally they had to kill people quickly.

"Fudge has been looking around for donations lately," Avery said suddenly.

"He's looking for you too?" Old Goyle asked Malfoy sideways.

"I haven't donated to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries." Lucius Malfoy sneered at the corner of his mouth, "I'm still thinking about it."

"A lot of people have been unhappy with Fudge's approach lately," Avery said suddenly.

It should be said that purebloods were dissatisfied with Fudge's actions.

Death Eaters actually represent the interests of the pure-blood faction, which is why many pure-blood wizards support the Dark Lord. Most pure-blood wizards knew that Malfoy and the others were Death Eaters, but so what.

As long as they don't say it, do you still expect so-called justice?

Aside from the fact that they didn't have any clues, all of the people in this room were able to escape, but also because the pure-bloods within the Ministry of Magic helped them get rid of their crimes.

"Otherwise, do you expect a person under the Imperius Curse to be free?"

Infused with Veritaserum, they can ask anything, and their lame excuses turn into jokes.

"You mean Fudge awarded the Order of Merlin to Muggle wizards?" Malfoy left knowing what Avery was trying to say.

"Yes he compromised, which is not a good omen," Avery said resentfully. "Fudge should have been on our side, but he didn't."

Part of Fudge's current troubles is actually caused by some purebloods who don't like his behavior and deliberately cause him trouble.

"Whether Fudge likes it or not, he can't stop it." Lucius Malfoy saw this clearly.

He couldn't hold back.

If Albert was just a talented Muggle wizard, as he was, the Ministry of Magic could easily overwhelm him, and it wasn't just one or two times. As long as the Ministry of Magic does not admit it, even if there is a Muggle wizard who gets the Merlin Medal, the process will be stuck. If the other party comes to work in the Ministry of Magic in the future, it will be easier, and basically it will be difficult to have a successful day.

However, the situation is different.

Albert has a wide network of contacts and is supported by moderates headed by Dumbledore and wizards from other factions, so Fudge cannot be suppressed even if he wants to, and he has many political enemies.

The stupid thing of pushing others to the enemy~IndoMTL.com~ He still can't do it, compromise is the best way, anyway, it's a Merlin Medal, and he can get his wish to get the Merlin First Class Medal.

Fudge's compromise does not bode well for the purebloods, who desperately need Fudge on their side so that they can exert influence over him to expand their influence.

"We can give Fudge some trouble." Lucius Malfoy tapped his fingers on the table, "and then slowly woo him and use him."

"What are you going to do?" Avery asked, knowing that Malfoy was better at these intrigues and knew how to take himself out.

"We can do something after the World Cup," whispered Lucius Malfoy, "and steer him toward respectable families, which isn't hard for us, because we have money. ."

"Are you going to donate to Fudge?" Avery understood Malfoy.

"Yes, there are many benefits to donating to him, and we intend to introduce Fudge to our circle and gradually guide him towards those respected families." Malfoy's mouth curled with a hint of confidence. Smile.

As far as he can tell, Fudge is obsessed with what it's like to be Minister of Magic and everything the position brings to him, and it's not difficult to influence him.