v2 Chapter 896： Good faith advice

"Islamic!" Lucius approached Avon and his lips moved slightly.

His face flashed uncontrollably and flickered, and it was fleeting and restored to its former indifference.

"Yes? Do you think so?" Ai Wen said calmly, everything is in his grasp. "I am just a good advice, Mr. Malfoy, time will verify all this, but by then I am afraid it will be too late..."

This time, Lucius did not speak, and the gray eyes stared at Evan.

He still doesn't understand the deeper meaning of Ai Wen's words. Why does this kid determine that Voldemort will start with Draco?

But one thing, he has to admit that he really offended Voldemort because of the diary.

He remembers that it was a night 18 years ago. Voldemort suddenly came to his family's mansion, met him secretly, handed him the seemingly ordinary diary to him, and told him that this was The Dark Lord has the highest trust in him.

The highest trust of the Dark Lord, Lucius was once ecstatic, this is what he dreamed of wanting.

With this trust, he can bring the power of the family to the top and restore the glory of the Malfoy family.

But very quickly, this trust became worthless with the failure of Voldemort, and the diary became a hot potato. Lucius didn't know what it was, but if it was discovered by the Ministry of Magic...

He handled a lot of things related to Voldemort, hesitated, and left the diary.

In the next 13 years, Lucius gradually believed that Voldemort would not come back!

The study of the diary also made him feel scared. He had speculations about it, but he did not dare to say the result. He even dared not think about the evil words. The diary brought him unlimited fear.

Finally, he decided to transfer the diary out and pass the trouble on to Dumbledore.

Lucius designed a conspiracy to get rid of this trouble, and he was able to drive Dumbledore out of Hogwarts, clean up the mud in the school, and frame everything to the nasty Wes Lai family.

Four arrows, but things did not develop in the direction he had expected.

It was not until Voldemort came back to his resurrection that he realized that he had made a big mistake...

He should keep the diary forever, that is Voldemort's trust in him.

Now, he has lost it by himself.

Ivan is right. With his knowledge of the Dark Lord, Voldemort will not easily bypass him.

There is still a trace of luck in his heart, and Voldemort may look at his loyalty...

Can things really be like this? Voldemort really forgives his mother?

Lucius was very uncertain and suddenly didn't want to stay here.

He decided to go back and figure out what the diary was, and restore it before the Dark Lord asked.

No matter what the cost, I have to fix that diary...

"If you want to ask for help, you know what to do!" Ai Wen whispered.

"Hey!" Lucius snorted.

He understood the meaning of Ai Wen, this kid is really bold, actually wants to persuade him to turn his back, he is not so stupid.

If Avon knows that he intends to fix a Horcrux, he will tell him that you are actually stupid.

"Inexplicable, I don't even know what you are talking about." Lucius's voice returned to normal.

"Malfoy, a little farther away from Ai Wen!" Mr. Weasley frowned, and stopped between the two.

"Ah, Arthur Weasley, what are you doing here?" Lucius reverted to the tone of the previous oily tone.

The scornful expression seems to have just noticed that Mr. Weasley was here too.

"I am working here." Mr. Weasley said with no anger.

"Is definitely not here?" Malfoy said, raising his eyebrows and glanced at the door behind Mr. Weasley. "I remember that you seem to be on the second floor. Your job involves not to put the hemp. Are the melon items stolen home and enchanting them?"

"No." Mr. Weasley said rudely, his hands clenched his fists.

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked Lucius Malfoy.

"I think that some private matters between myself and the minister don't need you to ask, Potter." Malfoy said and wiped the front of his robes.

I could clearly hear a slight tingling sound, as if his pocket was full of gold.

"To be honest, you can't expect ourselves to be laissez-faire to you because you are the darling of Dumbledore, are you?! Well, minister, let's go to your office." He said I looked at Ai Wen deeply.

"Of course!" Fudge said, turning his back to Mr. Avon, Harry, and Mr. Weasley. "Go here, Lucius."

They took a big stride and whispered.

Mr. Weasley waited until they disappeared into the elevator and was relieved.

"Avon, what did you say to him?" Mr. Weasley asked, turning to look at them.

"Nothing, just adding some trouble to him and his master, it doesn't necessarily work."

Even so, Malfoy's betrayal is only a matter of time.

Give Lucius a little hope to help disintegrate Voldemort and Death Eaters internally.

"I don't know what you want to do, but it's best to be careful..."

"I really understand that if they want to talk about things together, why is Malfoy not waiting outside Fore's office?" Harry looked at Ai Wen and asked with a sigh of relief. "What is he doing here?"

"As I see it, he wants to sneak into the courtroom." Mr. Weasley said that he was very upset and couldn't help but look around to see if anyone was eavesdropping. "I want to find out if you are being opened." In addition to the results of the inquiry about Ai Wen, I will send a text message to Dumbledore when I send you back. He should know what Malfoy is doing with Fudge."

"What private things are there between them?"

"I think it's gold," Mr. Weasley said angrily. "For many years, Malfoy has been very generous with all kinds of people, so that they can climb with the powerful people and then ask for special Take care of the laws that he does not want to pass. Oh, Lucius Malfoy, who has a lot of wealth, he is really energy, and the magical powers, even if the mysterious people collapse, have little effect on him. ”

The elevator came, there was no one inside, only a group of notes flew over the head of Mr. Weasley.

He pressed the button to the main hall, the elevator door closed, and he waved his hand impatiently to drive the note.

"Right!" Harry seemed to think of something, slowly saying, "If Fudge and the Maltese Death Eaters, how do we know that they did not give him a curse? His performance is true now. image……"