Chapter 796 Lucius in a Dilemma

After briefly reminding Draco, Lucius closed his mouth, looking a little uneasy.

After the meeting at Riddle House that day, he understood that his successive failures had made Voldemort murderous.

The reason why he was not executed on the spot was simply because the Dark Lord had just suffered a huge defeat in Knockturn Alley, and the Death Eaters were unstable and should not cause chaos.

Even so, Voldemort had no intention of letting him go. Letting Draco carry out the assassination plan was his revenge!

Even if Lucius thought about it with his feet, he knew that it was an impossible task. Even the Dark Lord was helpless, how could his son Draco deal with it?

Voldemort just wanted him to lose his son as punishment, and to cause Ivan Hals some trouble.

It was precisely because he understood this that Lucius, regardless of his own face, came to Hogwarts in the middle of the night and condescended to pray to the young man who was as old as Draco, hoping that he could give him a way out... …

"This is it." Draco led Lucius and pushed open the door of the living room.

The whole room was very dark, with only the blazing fireplace in the distance providing some light. A figure could be vaguely seen sitting on the sofa in front of the fireplace.

Lucius took a deep breath, straightened his robes and stepped forward quickly.

Hearing the movement at the door, Ivan slowly put down the "Book of Hieroglyphs", turned his head to look at Lucius who walked in, and said playfully.

"Long time no see, Mr. Malfoy, did Draco say you wanted to see me?"

Looking at the wizard in front of him who was only fifteen or sixteen years old, Lucius felt in a trance.

The last time he met, Ivan Hals was just a young boy with good talent, but he didn't expect that in just two years, the other person had grown to the point where he even needed to look up to him...

Thinking like this, Lucius could not help but feel a bit bitter in his heart, but he did not forget that he had something to ask for this time, so he lowered his posture very low and spoke apologetically.

"Excuse me for your long wait, Mr. Hals... Your Excellency. I am here to meet with you this time because I have something very important to report to you..."

"Well, report to me?" The smile on Ivan's lips became even bigger, he reached out and snapped his fingers to light the candles around him, and then continued.

"Mr. Malfoy, did I hear wrongly, or did you make a mistake? As a Death Eater, you should report your work to the Dark Lord."

"Actually, I don't work for the Dark Lord!" Lucius Malfoy quickly explained.

"I...or we originally joined the Death Eaters to help the Dark Lord in order to create a better magical world!

But after the Dark Lord used the power of us pure-blood wizards to grow his power, he became arbitrary and could not help but reject the original path. He also used violence and threats to bind everyone, treating us as his pawns to dominate the magical world... …”

"A better magical world?" Ivan said noncommittally. "The magical world is more conducive to pure-blood wizards, right?"

Lucius Malfoy's face suddenly became very embarrassed, and he said sarcastically. "In short, we are not really willing to work for the Dark Lord, but we are forced to have no choice. If possible, we all want to escape from the Dark Lord's control."

Ivan stared at the groveling Lucius in front of him and couldn't help but sneered.

"Don't put it so nicely, Lucius! At last year's Quidditch World Cup, you took the initiative to recruit old friends to hunt Muggles, didn't you?

It turns out you still miss being a Death Eater! Now rebellion is nothing more than your inability to get things done, angering Voldemort, and wanting to find a new home. "

"Since you can choose to betray Voldemort today, how do I know you won't choose to betray me in the future..."

"After all, if you really want to talk about it, there are quite a few conflicts between us..." Ivan's words became more and more indifferent.

"No, you misunderstood, Lord Hals, I can swear or make a magical contract that the Malfoy family will always be loyal to you!" Lucius Malfoy implored eagerly.

Listening to Lucius's words, Ivan just smiled and did not give any response.

He couldn't believe Lucius's so-called oath. Even magical contracts had loopholes. He couldn't see any sincerity in using this as a guarantee.

Feeling Ivan's indifferent attitude, Lucius said anxiously. "Perhaps my previous offensive behavior caused you unnecessary misunderstandings, but please give me a chance. I am willing to make up for my mistakes!"

Only then did Ivan become interested, and was curious about what Lucius would do in exchange for his understanding.

"Seven hundred thousand Galleons! How about it?" Lucius gritted his teeth and said.

Seven...seven hundred thousand galleons? !

Ivan was stunned by Lucius's arrogance, and he almost doubted whether he heard correctly.

Isn’t this too rich?

Ivan couldn't help but feel sour in his teeth. He had an inexplicable desire to confiscate the homes of all the twenty-eight sacred clans. How much money could he make?

Seeing that Ivan finally had some reaction, Lucius secretly breathed a sigh of relief. For the continuation of the Malfoy family, he spent all the money the family could use...

After this hemorrhage, although the Malfoy family was not seriously injured, it would take at least ten or twenty years to recover.

But if you can spend money to avoid disaster and get the other party's protection, then it will all be worth it.

In fact, Lucius had already investigated it before coming here.

The recent operating conditions of the Wizarding Market are very poor, and coupled with the need to spend money to bribe officials to deal with the Ministry of Magic's difficulties, the Hals family will definitely fall into the dilemma of making ends meet. This is the best time for him to provide help in times of need!

However, to Lucius's expectation, Ivan's expression quickly returned to calm after a brief surprise, and there was no ecstasy as he imagined.

"I have received your sincerity, but unfortunately, Jin Gallon means nothing to me..." Ivan sat down again, leaning his body on the soft backrest behind him, and said in disgust.

Lucius looked at Ivan in confusion, not quite understanding what he meant. That was 700,000 Galleons. Even if his estimate was wrong, Knockturn Alley's financial situation was in good shape, and that was still enough to make anyone happy. A huge amount of money that can be shaken by people.

Ivan did not explain in words, but just stretched out his hand and wiped it on the dark stone tiles of the fireplace. Complex magic inscriptions gradually appeared on the alchemy device hidden by the robe.

The next moment, a golden light spread rapidly along the stone bricks Ivan touched.

Under the gaze of Lucius and Draco, in just ten seconds, a dark fireplace turned into a gorgeous golden color...