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Chapter 277 Discussions Regarding Purebloods

Chapter 277 Discussions Regarding Purebloods

Dobby was naturally very unwilling.

But once it's held in your hand, it can't help but go.

During the distance from the Chamber of Secrets to outside the castle, Lane told Harry about Harry's parents, based on what he had read in the dossier and in Dumbledore's description.

"My parents were once protected by the Curse of Loyalty, but they were betrayed. My godfather, Black, was considered the traitor and was imprisoned in Azkaban."

Having already begun using Voldemort's powers and having witnessed Voldemort's repeated defeats in front of him, Harry's mindset was no longer that of a silent, erupting volcano.

As Ryan walked, he spoke, seemingly unconcerned that it was evening and going to the Malfoys' house might not be very welcoming: "But now it seems that Peter is the traitor. His actions in court might be, as the headmaster said, out of guilt—you should ask him for the specific reasons yourself. I've never really understood the older generation's affairs, and I don't want to offer too much of my own subjective interpretation."

"I will. Should we call Draco tonight?" Harry didn't believe it was Malfoy's idea either.

Dobby kept nodding and shaking his head.

"I suspect this was Lucius's idea, to test my attitude. But he would never have imagined that there would be a Death Eater inside Hogwarts. If we hadn't acted decisively tonight, there might have been an unspeakable bloodshed in the school."

Ryan felt that Lucius's cleverness had backfired. Lucius originally wanted to use the diary to test Ryan's attitude and see how Ryan would handle the matter, so as to determine the next step.

He hadn't expected to find any of his former colleagues at the school, nor did he realize what this diary actually was.

How wonderful! The Malfoys had done absolutely nothing for Voldemort despite their utmost care—he could barely contain his laughter. He could only conclude that after the great battle, when rewards were distributed, the Malfoys would surely be among the recipients, and the most deserving of the highest honor.

After all, at first, Ryan and the others only focused on the relics of the four leaders. Apart from the fact that the Sword of Gryffindor was intact, they could only be sure that there were relics of the other three leaders and that Harry was a Horcrux. They had no idea where the other Horcruxes were.

But the Malfoy family did something different, directly giving away the most difficult-to-find Horcrux—after all, who would bother flipping through a Hogwarts student's diary?

So along the way, Ryan didn't really feel much anger towards Lucius, but he still had to show some respect. Lucius had to take responsibility for his mistakes and bleed.

Wiltshire, England.

A dignified lord's mansion, surrounded by meticulously designed gardens with fountains and freely roaming white peacocks, and exquisite wrought-iron gates that give visitors the feeling of passing through a mist.

The interior of the manor is extremely luxurious, featuring opulent furniture, marble fireplaces, and gilded mirrors. The foyer is spacious, with portraits hanging on the walls, and the stone floors are almost entirely covered with magnificent carpets.

"The peacock is calling!" Lucius suddenly opened his eyes.

Narcissa struggled to her feet: "So what if the peacock cries?"

"The people who should be here have arrived." Lucius walked to the window and saw that the hall was lit up. He quickly got up and changed his clothes.

"The person who should be here? What do you mean?" Narcissa was completely confused.

Lucius changed his clothes as quickly as possible and rushed out the door: "It's okay, you can go to sleep."

"————?" Narcissa felt something was wrong, very wrong, so she got up and started changing her clothes.

in the hall.

Harry couldn't help but admire the luxurious decor of Malfoy's house, and he seemed to understand a little better how Malfoy had developed such a princess-like temperament.

Dobby returned to his old employer, and the entire Pokémon was panting heavily, as if it might faint at any moment. It dared not sit or stand.

Seated at the head of the table, Ryan gestured to the long table, and the tea boiled, filling the air with its aroma. The tea was then poured into several cups.

"Five cups?"

"When we visit someone's home, we can't not even let the host have a sip of water."

Hearing that Senior Ryan lacked self-awareness, Harry fell silent. Who would sit in the seat of honor as a guest?

"Oh, Mr. Lucius is here. Please have a seat." These words, which sounded even less like those of a guest, came from Ryan's mouth.

After Lucius sat down politely with a smile, Ryan spoke up, "Mr. Lucius, I have some questions for you to ask you in the middle of the night. My Hogwarts house-elf, Mr. Dobby, accuses you of bringing Voldemort's diary into the Hogwarts campus. Is this true?"

Dobby kept nodding and whispering, "Yes, yes, Dobby wasn't lying."

Lucius didn't answer directly, but carefully observed Ryan's expression, as if trying to figure out what Ryan's opinion was.

But at this moment, Ryan kept his head down, shaking the teacup in his hand, his expression and eyes completely unreadable.

Unable to get any feedback from Lane, Lucius looked at Harry Potter beside him. This time, he saw that Harry Potter's face was full of confusion and some anger.

"It's me," Lucius uttered.

Dobby was still whispering, "Mr. Ryan, don't listen to his excuses—huh?"

"Very frank. Then may I ask, Mr. Lucius, how did you manage to bring the diary into Hogwarts?"

Ryan's voice still betrayed no emotion.

Lucius was unsure of himself and dared not use the prepared speech. He could only tell the truth: "I said something loudly at the kitchen door so that Dobby could hear me, and then secretly guided him to steal the diary and go to Hogwarts."

Seeing Harry's stunned expression, Dobby was terrified: "Yes—yes—but Dobby did it for Harry Potter's safety! Dobby didn't know that once we got to Hogwarts, that thing started getting hot, and Dobby was so scared that he threw it away—"

Harry didn't know what to say. After Lucius admitted to doing it, he thought it was all Lucius's conspiracy and never expected that it all happened on Dobby's wishful thinking.

He couldn't hold back any longer: "Oh my god, Dobby, this kind of protection is going to kill me!"

Ryan said, "Mr. Lucius, subjectively speaking, it was you who did it, and it was what you wanted to do."

Lucius readily admitted that sometimes reasoning is possible because both sides are equal, and sometimes reason can prevail because one's side has the advantage.

Now, even setting aside the fact that he was in the wrong, Ryan sitting in the main seat had already taught Lucius a lesson: reason is not as powerful as magic.

"Mr. Lucius should know why I've come so late at night. I wonder how much you can accomplish?"

"It is said to be twenty-eight pure-blood families, but many of them died out during Voldemort's reign of terror, while some new wizarding families have emerged."

Lucius said "Voldemort is causing trouble" without batting an eye, as if he had completely distanced himself from Voldemort.

He continued, "I don't have much ability, but these wizarding families will give me some face to some extent. I am very, very willing to pass on Mr. Ryan's message and to contribute to Mr. Ryan's cause."

Such empty rhetoric sounded utterly insincere, so Ryan repeated, "To what extent can you go with this, Mr. Lucius?"

"Everything. I will give everything the Malfoy family has to help Mr. Lane take control—and make friends with pure-blood wizards."

Lucius swallowed the word "control" and directly revealed his trump card.

Leaving aside the returns and the amount of effort given, just talking about giving everything, it can only be said that the Malfoy family's rise to prominence under his leadership was not due to luck. — Lane, are you sure Lucius understands his character well? He must have done a lot of analysis to be able to be sure that by betting everything the Malfoy family has accumulated over generations, he can win more than he imagined.

Instead of offering words of encouragement or praise to Lucius, he said, "Draco is a good boy, I like him very much."

Lucius immediately beamed: "That's right, I also think Draco is a good kid."

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