Chapter 690: The Freed Death Eaters

Away from the hustle and bustle of the village, the doors and windows of the dilapidated shed were closed, and a few breezes blew over, hitting the dilapidated walls and quietly dispersing, sending the chill of early spring into the house through the narrow gap.

"... Don't worry about the things at home, take care of yourself." Lucius said softly, with a hint of sadness in his words.

As a representative of a pure-blood family, only a few wizards in Britain and even the entire magic world have more wealth than him, but his power is very weak.

In the past few decades, a large amount of wealth has been donated every year to maintain the family's face, or to seek asylum to maintain the operation of the family. The Malfoy family earns wealth very quickly, and loses wealth very quickly. Thousands of Galleons flow to the powerful figures in the Ministry of Magic, to the mysterious person who cannot be named, and originally there was the Hogwarts Board of Directors...

Britain is vast, and wizards have footprints all over the world, but the Malfoy family has never gained real power.

During his imprisonment, the guards of the Ministry of Magic issued a large amount of fines many times under various names. Lucius paid all of them, part of which was used as the real fine, and part of which went into the pockets of the guards. For the wealth of the Malfoy family, this money was not a big deal, because of these Galleons, his prison life was relatively easy.

After being successfully released from prison last week, the Dark Lord asked him to reorganize the Death Eaters according to the standards of the Ministry of Magic and plan to establish a new wizard government.

He promised a lot of benefits in his words, which could not be fulfilled in a short time, and also implied warnings and threats. Lucius had no doubt that the killing curse brewed by the new wand would fall on him and his family at any time.

Without telling Draco in detail about the current situation, nor showing too much emotion, Lucius continued:

"The power of the Death Eaters and the Ministry of Magic has gradually recovered. After exchanging all the prisoners, both sides have no bargaining chips worth worrying about. Even the brainless old Goyle can foresee that the war will soon officially start.

"Although the war will not affect Hogwarts in the short term, but... Draco, your last name is Malfoy, everyone knows that you are the son of a senior Death Eater, and you will definitely be implicated.

"..."

Standing in front of his slightly hunched father, Draco listened quietly to him talking about the family situation. His handsome face did not show too much expression. He lowered his head slightly and looked at the family emblem on the chest of his father's new robe. In the middle of the silver ribbon was the capital letter "M" representing the surname "Malfoy". In order to show respect for Salazar Slytherin, a snake pattern was embroidered with fine black, green and silver threads, and the Latin words "Pure Blood Wins" were engraved on the outer circle.

When did his height catch up with his father?

Draco could not get an answer and continued to listen to his father's instructions silently.

Lucius was also a little dazed, as if Draco had grown so tall in the blink of an eye.

The face of the Dark Lord appeared in his mind, and he recalled those threatening words. He paused for a moment and continued:

"In extreme cases, I mean this possibility is very low, Draco, maybe someone will threaten you with the safety of me and your mother, and force you to do something... very difficult or even arduous for you. You must remember that you can agree on the surface, but don't do it. As long as you are still a student of Hogwarts, Dumbledore and his gang will protect you."

Draco's heart tightened: "But..."

"Don't worry too much, just stay in school safely. I must admit that Dumbledore is very reliable at least in protecting students."

"What about you?"

"At least we are safe now, the Death Eaters and the Dark Lord still need me."

Draco fell into silence: "...I know."

...

Under the telephone booth on a street in London, the Ministry of Magic building, which was originally silent and dark, has become bright again. The gathered Death Eaters have occupied the offices that originally belonged to employees and senior officials, and wantonly smashed those files to celebrate their freedom. The noisy and noisy sound is even more chaotic than Knockturn Alley.

The soundproofing effect of the Ministry of Magic building is very good. The sounds of laughter and scolding cannot penetrate the concrete stone walls. The inside and outside of the Minister's office are completely different worlds. Downstairs is the venting of ghosts and wolves, and upstairs is calm and peaceful.

There are two people in the office. Snape is sitting in the position of senior deputy minister, flipping through documents and counting the current assets of the Death Eaters. Not far away, Bellatrix is ​​sitting in the position of assistant minister. Her two slender legs are crossed on the table, shaking her toes in an unsightly manner.

It is said that she was seriously injured in the battle at the Ministry of Magic. She lay in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Sicknesses for several months, and then was detained in the new prison with other Death Eaters. There is no family outside to pay the bail. She insulted the Aurors and guards in prison, so she suffered a lot.

Her long black hair looked messy, and her thick eyelids seemed to be swollen. The long-term imprisonment made her cheeks sunken and looked like a skeleton. If she had regained some of her youthful beauty after being released from Azkaban, now she had completely become a low-class black witch roaming around in Knockturn Alley, unkempt, slovenly, with a gloomy expression, and a few flashes of madness in her eyes from time to time.

She was released at the same time as Lucius, and not long after regaining her freedom and coming to the Ministry of Magic, she had already clashed with several Death Eaters.

When they first met, Rookwood teased her. In front of more than a dozen Death Eaters, she used the Cruciatus Curse on Rookwood directly. The Cruciatus Curse was skillful and had strong torture intent. Several Death Eaters who witnessed the scene described that the more miserable Rookwood's wailing was, the brighter her smile was.

Bellatrix cast a glance at Snape and noticed that he was about to finish reading the report in his hand. She immediately became interested and waved her wand to summon the next report. She stepped on it with her dirty boots and waved her wand back, revealing a mocking and expectant look.

Snape raised his eyebrows, glanced at it expressionlessly, copied down a few key numbers in the report, waved his wand casually, and the report flew lightly into the fireplace, and the parchment burned with a few wisps of tumbling flames.

"It's boring..."

Bellatrix curled her lips. She was not angry as expected, nor did she reprimand her in the name of the Dark Lord, and she didn't even look at her. This calm and nonchalant treatment concealed a bit of contempt.

She was a little angry, but she didn't dare to continue to make trouble. She stood up angrily, messed up the documents on the table, and strode out of the minister's office.

Bang!

The sound of the door closing shook the flames in the fireplace. Snape didn't even raise his head and continued to sort out the reports.

Like a conscientious deputy leader, the deputy leader of the Death Eaters.