Hogwarts: What are the four great masters doing?

At this moment, Lucius's gloomy expression almost became stiff.

There was horror and disbelief in his eyes, and his already fair face looked a little hideous.

Harry and Ron were both stunned by this scene.

It has to be said that as two young wizards, they were instinctively afraid of Lucius.

But now, they only feel curiosity and excitement.

"Justice always comes later..."

Harry murmured Ryan's words in his mind - he liked this sentence very much!

Ron, on the other hand, was muttering the name 'Al Malodin', not understanding what magic this name had.

But at this time...

"enough."

Lucius seemed to have finally come to his senses. His doubtful look subsided and he looked at Ron sharply.

"Weasley - a disgrace to the purebloods... If your family cannot teach you respect and tradition, I can personally..."

He approached Ron angrily, his eyes scanning him.

But soon, he showed an expression as if he had seen a ghost again.

Then...

"..."

He didn't say anything else, but turned and left with Draco with a gloomy face.

Only Ron with a confused look on his face and Harry with a puzzled look on his face were left.

"What's wrong with him? I just thought he was going to cast a spell on you!"

Harry said in confusion.

"Who knows—maybe he's just a lunatic! My mother said that most pure-blood families have had lunatics..."

As Ron spoke, he glanced at his body in confusion.

"What a weirdo!"

Chapter 48 Malfoy's Origin, the Fun of Fate

Draco Malfoy hadn't had a good couple of days.

In fact, ever since the duel the night before, the young Slytherin wizards have become somewhat silent.

Until yesterday, they seemed to be gradually returning to normal.

Goyle and Crabbe were still big eaters, and the young wizards were still proudly discussing their family's glory and origins, and looking down on students from the other three colleges.

Nothing seems to have changed, but that's just 'seeming'.

Draco could sense that the atmosphere in the entire Slytherin community was strange, and so was he.

He would think of the duel from time to time, of Ryan Elias standing in the middle of Slytherin House and the prefect lying on the ground.

He might even be afraid unconsciously.

This made Draco angry and ashamed.

Until today, he had thought his father would have taught that damned Mudblood a lesson—expelled him, or sent him straight to Azkaban.

But the reality was different from what he expected.

"Dumbledore protected him, but it won't last."

"Those who rely on their talents to think they are superior to the glorious pure-blood families...sooner or later, they will be punished."

Lucius said this, but Draco was still disappointed.

He couldn't wait to see Ryan fail, so that he, Draco Malfoy, could proudly prove to him the power of a pure-blood family.

"Beg for mercy, Elias, and I might let you go!"

Draco had already thought of this line.

As for the subsequent developments, he could not understand them at all.

In front of Ryan Elias, his father's aura was suppressed like an apprentice.

In the end, they even fled in front of Ron Weasley.

This made Draco uncontrollably curious.

"Father, why did you do that to Weasley, that poor bastard..."

"Draco."

Draco didn't finish his words because Lucius's eyes were already on him.

"Don't ask any questions—don't get involved."

He whispered, his words filled with mixed emotions.

Fear? Respect? Anticipation?

Maybe both.

"what?"

Draco didn't hear clearly.

"I said, stay away from him!"

Lucius looked at him. "Stay away from Weasley and his friends, and Quirinus Quirrell... the farther away from them the better."

He looked at his son seriously and emphasized: "Did you hear that?"

"...Yes, Father!"

Draco didn't understand what was going on, but he knew how to answer Lucius.

But then, he couldn't help but ask, "What about that name? French wizard Al Malotin... Who is he!?"

So Lucius looked at him with a sharper gaze.

"It's just a distant relative... Yes, that's it."

He raised his cane and tapped Draco on the shoulder.

"You already know the answer, so don't mention that name again—okay? Draco!"

Draco felt the cane on his shoulder, it was cold and heavy.

"...Yes, father."

He still answered in the same way, and then Lucius put away his cane.

But at this moment, the head of the Malfoy family still found it difficult to calm down.

"How could he know? He couldn't possibly know..."

He muttered to himself.

The ancestor of the Malfoy family is Armand Malfoy, the great wizard who followed William I the Conqueror to establish the Norman dynasty.

In the well-known history of the British wizarding world, he was a noble and powerful pure-blood wizard from the ancient but unknown wizard family, the Malfoy family. His relationship with William the Conqueror was similar to that of 'King Arthur' and 'Merlin'.

But Lucius himself knew the truth.

The truth is, Armand Malfoy's real name is 'Al Malodin'.

He was born in Normandy, France, where his parents were a carpenter and a textile worker.

Yes, Al Malodin is not a pure-blood.

He was a genuine Muggle wizard, what is now called a 'Mudblood'!

It is said that he was almost burned to death by his parents as a monster because of his magic and natural platinum blonde hair.

He managed to survive after receiving help from several passing wizards.

This led to the story that decades later, he followed William I to England and helped the latter become a great monarch.

He changed his name to Armand Malfoy, which means 'strength' and 'intrigue'.

This was the origin of the Malfoy family, and the reason why Lucius had such a ferocious expression just now.

For the Malfoy family, the name Al Malodine is not allowed to appear - although today, the Malfoy family's heritage is no longer affected by this origin, it itself symbolizes shame.

but...

"How could he know? How could he know?"

Lucius was baffled. "Armand's ancestors were active nearly a thousand years ago... Could it be that the vault he inherited records their appearance? That Mudblood came from such an ancient family?"

Lucius couldn't understand, but...

"unimportant."

He thought of Ron, and the diary in Ron's pocket.

"Weasley and that Elias, they seem to have a good relationship...which is good."

There was a cold glint in his eyes: "Very good."

Then he stopped thinking about it.

He just glanced at Draco and patted the dust off his shoulders. "Your mother misses you very much. Maybe you should write her a letter, but don't mention what happened today. We have noble blood, so you can't speak casually with those mudbloods... That's very uncultured!"

As Draco looked at his father who was teaching him how to lie, he inexplicably thought of Ryan.

"Justice will prevail."

He remembered what Ryan had just said, and also remembered what he had heard on the night of the duel.

"As a Slytherin, you must first be outstanding enough."

"You don't have enough talent, but you already have an arrogance that you shouldn't have..."

"Bloodline means nothing, magic is the only thing that matters."