Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

The Dead Souls...

Why didn't they tell themselves that the consequences would be so serious?

Draco bit his lip and forced himself to speak:

"No one... I... I read it in a book..."

Draco patched up again, thinking that perhaps all the books in the school were in Dumbledore's mind.

"It's from the Malfoys... an old book..."

The elder Malfoy closed his eyes slightly.

——This idiot!

He cursed in his heart, but did not ruin his son's plan.

No matter how clumsy Draco's lies were, Lucius Malfoy had to help him cover them up.

"I think you all understand... this is an unfortunate accident caused by a minor conflict between children. The ignorant character of young people can easily lead to disastrous consequences, and examples of spells being used incorrectly are also common."

He used an unnatural tone, trying to downplay the matter, and then said sincerely:

"Of course, although Draco did not intend to hurt anyone, the harm he brought to Vincent is unquestionable. I will give him sufficient compensation."

Narcissa nodded silently, and Draco noticed that her fingers were very cold.

Dumbledore was originally staring at Draco deeply, and his eyes wandered, almost with the words "I'm lying" written on his face.

But after the elder Malfoy spoke, he seemed to inadvertently raise his hand to block his son, and Dumbledore's gaze shifted to his face.

The two men stared at each other, Lucius Malfoy's grey eyes looking cold.

After a moment, the two seemed to reach some kind of consensus and simultaneously looked away, looking at the other person present.

"Can I, Crabbe?"

Malfoy said politely, his tone unconsciously superior.

"I will be fully responsible for Vincent's treatment. In addition, I can also give you..."

He recalled Vincent's injuries and doubled the number he had prepared in his mind.

"—20,000 Galleons."

The corners of Big Crabbe's lips were tight, and his eyes were fierce and hesitant at times.

He only has one son, Crabbe, and he dotes on the child very much.

At this moment, Big Crabbe wanted to yell:

"To hell with your damn compensation! We don't need it! I just want to send that little bastard to Azkaban!"

But the fact is——

They need it very much.

The Crabbe family was a pure-blooded family, but in fact they had already lived off their wealth. They laughed at the Weasley family for being poor, but in fact their own family was not well off either.

Maintaining the dignity of a "pure-blood noble" is very expensive, especially in the past two years, when all kinds of luxurious "necessities" have emerged one after another, almost emptying Crabbe's pockets.

——The student sitting quietly next to me should take most of the responsibility for this.

It is also very difficult for "old subordinates of Voldemort" like them to make money. Even if people don't say anything to their faces, they are always excluding them intentionally or unintentionally.

Of course, on the surface, Crabbe and others still claimed that they were once controlled by the Imperius Curse like Malfoy and forced to do some bad things.

But everyone knows what the actual situation is.

So Crabbe and Goyle had to rely on the Malfoy family to survive.

So is the father, so is the son.

With the wealth of the Malfoy family, even if they didn't make any money for several generations, they could still lie on a pile of gold coins and count their money.

But if the Crabbe family lost the help of Lucius Malfoy, they would be as poor as the Weasley family in less than half a year.

After hesitating for a long time, Big Crabbe finally nodded very slowly and slightly...

He agreed to settle the matter privately with Malfoy, but he felt aggrieved and uncomfortable.

Then he heard Dumbledore say:

"Draco Malfoy attacked his classmates with his wand in school, causing serious consequences. Even if he did not intend to do so, he should still be punished."

Draco looked up with a pale face, and heard the headmaster say in an unquestionable tone:

"Detention! From this afternoon until the end of the third-year final exams, Mr. Draco Malfoy needs to learn how to respect his classmates, how to use spells correctly, and..."

Dumbledore looked down at Draco and said coldly:

"He still needs to prove to the school that although he has done something wrong, he can still correct it, so there is no need to destroy his wand and expel him from school."

This means that if Draco makes another mistake during detention, the school may punish him for both crimes and expel him directly.

Draco looked at his father in panic, but saw that Lucius Malfoy had no intention of helping him this time.

He could only nod slightly.

Chapter 262: Capitalists and Magicians

"very good……"

Lucius Malfoy stood up, as if he wanted to say something harsh, but after he paused, he said in a stiff tone:

"Thank you for your tolerance, Dumbledore... I... I may need to talk to my son again."

"That's as it should be." Dumbledore said, "There is an empty classroom on the seventh floor. I think Severus would like to take you there."

"of course."

Snape threw off his robes and glanced at Vader as he walked out the door.

His eyes seemed to say - "Just wait!"

Malfoy followed with a stern face, as if he didn't want to say a word to Dumbledore.

He gave Draco a cold look and said, "Follow me!"

Draco flinched, but Narcissa was already on her feet.

She took her son's hand and led him out of the principal's office.

The presence of his mother seemed to give Draco a lot of courage. After he walked out the door, Wade heard him whispering:

"I really didn't mean it, Mom...please talk to Dad for me..."

Narcissa said softly, "You shouldn't do this, Draco. Vincent is your friend who grew up with you."

"He's changed!" Draco said angrily, "He talks bad about me behind my back..."

Vader made a face as if he had toothache.

How did Draco defend himself earlier?

What he said now sounded like he did it on purpose.

Maybe he felt that his mother was the only one around him, so he felt free to act coquettishly and complain.

However, the tower of the principal's office had a spiral staircase structure, and the automatic staircase was surrounded by a circular cylinder, like an echo tube, allowing the people in the room to clearly hear the two people's whispers.

The big Crabbe in the room suddenly had an extremely fierce look in his eyes.

Seeing that Vader was looking at him, Big Crabbe put away his ferocious expression and stood up to say goodbye.

"I am leaving too, Dumbledore."

He croaked, "Vincent and his mother are still at St. Mungo's."

"I'm sorry that Vincent had this accident at school..."

Before Dumbledore could finish his words, the half-closed door was slammed open again.

Big Malfoy stood at the door, his light golden hair seemed to be cold.

"Ah, Lucius," Dumbledore asked gently, "is there anything I can help you with?"

Malfoy managed to maintain his politeness.

"Sorry for disturbing you."

He turned his gaze to Vader and said, "I want to buy this set of mirrors - make an offer."

After he left, he suddenly remembered that although they had reached an agreement with the Crabs, the footage recorded by the streaming mirror was still a handle that could have a negative impact on Draco at any time.

So Lucius didn't even have time to say hello to the other people, and immediately hurried back.

Vader hesitated.

Although the flow mirror has already started production, there is no exact figure for its price yet.

According to Marchionne, the flow mirror is a groundbreaking invention, and he needs to conduct market research before determining the price for the first sale.

But in any case, due to production limitations, it is impossible to sell it at a low price.

This is just a sub-mirror.

They currently have no intention of selling the mother mirror.

In the two seconds that Wade hesitated, Malfoy had no idea what associations he had, but he immediately offered a price himself.

"Six thousand Galleons."

He said straightforwardly, "I'll buy that set of mirrors, including the images inside, for six thousand Galleons!"

"make a deal!"

Wade said decisively, and then, under the watchful eyes of Dumbledore and Crabbe, he shrunk the magnified sub-mirror again and stacked it together with the main mirror.

With a swish, as if by magic, he took out a palm-sized box from his pocket, put two mirrors in it, fastened the lock, and handed it to Malfoy.

"Here is your mirror, Mr. Malfoy."

Lucius Malfoy gave him a long look and said, "I'll send you the money by owl."