Chapter 360 Godson (Thanks to Super Silver League Ksg, Huan Yu)

Allen left the room as if fleeing, and kept trying various twisting and stretching exercises along the way to relieve his pain. When he was about to reach the hall, he forcibly controlled himself to restore himself to the usual understatement. He looked calm, as if nothing had happened.

"Mr. Malfoy, welcome." Allen stepped forward and greeted politely.

Lucius Malfoy also maintained an elegant demeanor and nodded to Allen at this time, completely unable to see the panic before.

Allen smiled slightly, and led Lucius into his father's study in the tent.

When Lucius entered the room, Owen didn't stand up to greet him as usual.

He sat poised in a broad red-brown leather armchair, Hermione's Crookshanks nestled snugly in his arms. Crookshanks grunted in comfort as his hand stroked gently over Crookshanks' smooth fur.

"I'm sorry, Lucius, look, this cat can't get me up." Owen said sorry words, but he didn't even raise his head to look at him.

"It's okay, Mr. Harris." Lucius bent slightly, bowed to Owen who was sitting, and then stood up.

"Mr. Harris, did Alan tell you my reason for coming?" Lucius Malfoy glanced at Alan.

But Allen just smiled and didn't speak.

"Then Lucius, what is your purpose?" Owen still lowered his head and stroked Crookshanks.

"Although I was involved in what happened last night, after Allen talked to me, I have been following his instructions." Lucius stared at Mr. Harris seriously, but his eyes seemed a little evasive and flustered.

But Owen lowered his head, unable to see his expression clearly.

There was silence in the room, and Lucius moved a few times uneasily.

Owen finally looked up, put his hand under his nose, then lowered it, motioning for Lucius to sit on the chair in front of him.

Lucius walked up to him quickly, but didn't sit down.

"Mr. Harris, because of my ignorance and stupidity, My-Know-Who lost one of his Horcruxes last year. This makes me sleepless and I am very worried about the safety of my family."

Lucius put his hands on the table, looked eagerly at Mr. Harris, and his tone became urgent, "You know, with his method, once he finds out about my fault, I'm afraid the Malfoy family will suffer a catastrophe." disaster."

"I'm fine with that, but Narcissa and Draco, they are innocent. They shouldn't suffer misery because of me..." Lucius Malfoy didn't care about his usual hard work at this time. As a dignified pure-blood family of the twenty-eight sacred families, she changed from her usual elegance, her voice choked up, and her whole body trembled uncontrollably.

Seeing that Owen didn't respond, Lucius Malfoy lowered his head: "Sorry, I lost my composure."

Owen gestured to Malfoy with his hand, and Allen poured a glass of Ogden Old Flame Whiskey and handed it to him.

Lucius' eyebrows and eyes moved slightly, he took the wine with both hands, drank half of it in a big gulp, and put down the glass.

"Mr. Harris, please help me save the Malfoy family for the sake of my wife Narcissa's mother being your wife's cousin." The wine seemed to give him courage, he begged again and again while gesturing with his hands : "What do you want from me? Just tell me, but please do me this favor."

Mr. Owen Harris took the wine handed to him by his youngest son before asking Malfoy, "What can you do for me?".

Lucius put his hands on the long table and leaned forward: "Harris, please use your power in the Ministry of Magic to protect the Malfoy family when I need it. Even if it's just Narcissa and Draco. Please use the Harris family's contacts in Germany to hide and protect them when we need them, and I can do anything for you, anything! You can enjoy the property of the Malfoy family as you like."

Owen looked at the agitated Lucius, a little approving of his attitude for his family, he stretched out his hand again to signal him to calm down,

Sit down and talk.

Lucius took a long breath and sat back in his chair.

"Let me think about it, Lucius. You used to be a director of Hogwarts, and you should have a deep relationship with other school directors."

Of course Owen knew how long the Malfoy family had been on the school board, and even more how he lost it.

"Of course, Mr. Harris, although I am no longer the school manager of Hogwarts, I still have connections with other school managers." Lucius glanced suspiciously at Harris and his son, guessing in his heart his intentions.

"I don't need the wealth of your Malfoy family." Owen finally put down Crookshanks and stood up from his chair.

Lucius' eyes could not help but closely follow Mr. Harris' every move.

"What I need is your contacts in the wizarding world of England and those pure-blood families." Owen walked to Malfoy directly opposite, and met his eyes.

"I need you as an intermediary to officially introduce us Harris to other British pure-blood families, and help us as outsiders to gain their support." Owen's tone could not be refused, and there was no room for negotiation at all.

Lucius couldn't help hesitating. What he wanted to pay at first was just some money, property and other property.

And to help Harris gain the support of other pure-blood families, it takes far more than ordinary money and property can compare.

"Difficult?" Owen squinted, laughed, and turned back to his seat. Crookshanks yelled softly and jumped onto his lap again.

Lucius immediately stopped hesitating and shook his head repeatedly.

"Very well, then, in order to show your sincerity, first get some Hogwarts shares from them for my son Alan, it doesn't take much, just let Alan become one of the Hogwarts school managers .” Mr. Owen stated his conditions lightly.

Lucius Malfoy remained silent and did not immediately agree. Those who could become one of the Hogwarts board members were all pure-blood families, and the financial resources and influence of each family should not be underestimated.

As a school manager, any pure-blood family would like their children to be treated better at Hogwarts.

They don't lack money, so Malfoy needs to pay more if he wants to trade shares in Hogwarts, not just money.

"Obviously, Lucius, you still don't trust me. Perhaps, the bond between us can be deeper. I heard Alan mention that Draco Malfoy is a very smart child. With my wife The relationship with his grandmother, I think if I accept him as a godson..."

"Then sir, you will get your wish, and Malfoy is willing to serve you." Owen, with Malfoy's firm eyes, nodded in agreement, then bowed and saluted, and turned to leave.

Owen glanced at his youngest son, and Allen immediately understood, took two quick steps, and accompanied Lucius out of the tent.

A low rumbling sound caught their attention. Penelope Clearwater, wearing an Auror uniform, descended from the sky heroically on the vespa motorcycle Ellen had given her.

She stood on one foot, took off the helmet with both hands, and flicked her short black hair neatly. When she saw Alan, she smiled instantly.

The sun was shining behind her, and that smile was dazzlingly bright.

Lucius glanced at Penello, and Malfoy, who was good at observing words and expressions, nodded to Allen as a farewell, and returned to Malfoy's own tent.

"Penello, why are you here—" Allen asked in surprise.

"I'm here to report to Albert." Penello said straightforwardly.