Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

As students and parents from another class of the second grade poured into the classroom, the originally spacious classroom became crowded in an instant.

Many people had to stand on the side temporarily. As for those students and parents who arrived in the classroom early, there was no reason to get up and give up their seats.

All parents follow their children's seats in class. The principle of first come, first served is still common in the magical world, and most parents will not quarrel in front of their children.

Therefore, although the later group of parents and little wizards were somewhat dissatisfied, most of them could only stand by and wait for Professor McGonagall to arrive and arrange seats.

Of course, there are still some vacancies in the Transfiguration classroom, and those students and parents who have a good relationship on weekdays will also greet their friends and squeeze them temporarily.

It's just that these trivial matters obviously have nothing to do with Lucius Malfoy, and he even motioned his wife to move a little more to the side, lest anyone who doesn't have interest come over.

"Mr. Malfoy, it turns out you arrived early, and we said we didn't see you in the classroom over there—"

"By the way, Mr. Malfoy, do you feel that? How do we—"

Two burly and tall wizards came over and looked at Lucius Malfoy sitting on the seat with a panicked expression. .

Behind the two of them, each stood a sturdy little chubby pier that looked like a miniature version of the two of them, looking like a pile of stone guards in the middle of the aisle.

"Hush-shut up, Crabbe, Goyle, you two idiots!"

Lucius Malfoy frowned heavily, lowered his voice, and said viciously.

"Hogwarts Castle is closed, so we don't know anything, we can't do anything, understand?!"

"What you have to do now is to quietly attend the parent-teacher meeting, and keep everything firmly in your heart until you leave Hogwarts—"

The Malfoy family rose at the end of the eleventh century and was not strictly a native English wizard.

The original owner, Armand Malfoy, happened to be the magical advisor to William the Conqueror at the time, and he assisted William the Great in opening the illustrious Norman dynasty.

Of course, after the war the Malfoys got a fief in Wiltshire. With this fief, Armand Malfoy established Malfoy Manor.

Just like the squires of knights in the non-magical world, Armand Malfoy also had his wizard squires - Crabbe and Goyle - loyal to him.

With the end of the war, the two wizard squires were also rewarded by William the Conqueror and established their respective magical families, but they never forgot or turned away from the Malfoy family.

For more than ten centuries after that, the Gowers and Crabbs surrounded the Malfoys as they had been.

Therefore, even if these two families share the same line of honesty and clumsiness, Lucius will still remind and help them as much as possible, lest they fall into a deadly quagmire.

"But Lucius, if you don't answer that call—"

Mr. Goyle scratched his cheek, still muttering uneasily.

However, in the eyes of Lucius as if to eat people, Old Goyle finally swallowed the rest of the words embarrassingly.

Anyway, this kind of brainstorming trouble is decided by the Malfoy family. No matter how dangerous the situation is, the Malfoy family can always find the safest path.

"Lucius, what are you going to do? We can't hide in Hogwarts forever."

Watching "Big and Little" Goyle and Crabbe walking towards the back of the classroom, Narcissa Malfoy turned her head and looked at her husband and asked softly.

"That one—he knows the location of Malfoy Manor, we can't escape, if there is really no way, why don't I go to Sirius to help..."

With dozens of hidden spells, the Black House is almost the most secretive and safe magical residence in the wizarding world today.

At least compared to Malfoy Manor, which is not nearly fortified, it is much safer.

"Don't worry, times are different, Narcissa. We haven't gotten too far to seek the help of a wizard who has been in Azkaban for ten years."

Lucius Malfoy patted the back of his wife's hand lightly and said meaningfully.

"I think I've found a new way."

"New...roads?"

"Well. The shadow may never disappear, but that doesn't mean the Demon Lord won't change."

Lucius looked thoughtfully around the crowded and noisy classroom, seeing and hearing all kinds of information quickly interweaving before his eyes these days.

Hogwarts, Ministry of Magic, Gringotts, Voldemort, Dumbledore, Grindelwald, Elena...

It was as if someone had opened Pandora's box, and countless unprecedented innovations and changes poured out, so much so that everyone felt a sense of panic.

However, if this is an age-change that has been negotiated by many parties, many of the seemingly unexpected things seem to make sense all at once.

The two old wizards who are the embers of the previous era cannot be satisfied with the arrival of the new era. They will definitely choose the helm for the new era, and try their best to sweep away the thorns that may threaten the new force. The trappings of Voldemort, Death Eaters, and werewolves, these are clearly the basics that the wizards at the top of the wizarding world agree on.

As the unanimous vision is gradually realized, points of divergence will inevitably arise, and all points of divergence will inevitably meet and collide in the successors chosen by the various forces.

In most cases, the whirlpool of the new era will unfold with disputes between the successors of various forces, but...

What if Dumbledore and Grindelwald's chosen heir...were the same person?

Lucius Malfoy rubbed his cane lightly, and a certain idea became clearer.

As a "descendant of Grindelwald", Miss Kaslana has the right to speak in Hogwarts, but it is no less than the head of the four academies.

This also means that the "Princess of the Demon King" may only be a certain identity of her, and she has a high probability that she also has special expectations such as "the successor of the White Demon King".

Continuing to reason along this logic, betting on Elena Kaslana in advance is undoubtedly the most correct decision, but if he wants to get more, he will have to pay more attention.

Albus Dumbledore must have hoped to subtly make the "Princess Devil" prefer Muggles. From the number of Muggles in this classroom, it can be seen that the number of mixed-race and hemp wizards in Elena's class almost covers For everyone in the second year, Gellert Grindelwald's position is obviously more in line with the position of the Malfoy family and even the pure-blood wizard in the wizarding world.

Therefore, as the first smart person to swear allegiance to "Her Royal Highness", perhaps he has to think carefully about how to remind the young lady to keep a distance from Muggles.

This is not only a long-term interest plan, but more importantly, it may also be related to the strength of "employee protection".

Of course, he had to tell Draco—before the situation became clear, it was best to keep a distance from that dangerous witch.

Thinking of this, Lucius Malfoy turned his head and looked to the side, mulling over his words with a little seriousness.

"Draco, I have something to say..."

"Hey, Harry, this way—I got you seats ahead of time."

Just when old Malfoy was still thinking about how to communicate with his rebellious son, Draco suddenly waved to the crowd in front of him.

Harry?

Harry Potter?

Lucius raised his head and looked forward, only to see a thin black-haired wizard with glasses walking towards him.

And behind the famous Harry Potter was a mean-looking, shabby middle-aged woman ~www.readwn.com~ Obviously, a Muggle woman.

Wizards and non-wizards are all too easy to tell apart.

Whether it is from clothing, makeup, or the look on the face... There are too many differences between the two.

It seems that Draco can't carry the future of the Malfoy family for the time being - openly close to Muggles, this is a taboo for the pure-blood wizard family.

Lucius Malfoy let out a small hum in his nose.

He glanced contemptuously at the submissive Muggle woman, and said slowly and softly.

"Draco, you should have noticed that the space on our side may not be able to accommodate that many people..."

"Don't mind my dad, that's what he's like, Harry—you guys sit down quickly."

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