Even Fudge, a minister, took time out of his busy schedule to personally receive these distinguished guests who came from all over Europe.
Especially for wizards who held a certain status in organizations such as the Wizengamot, the International Confederation of Wizards, and the Order of Merlin, he did not dare to show even the slightest neglect. He stayed by their side with a smile almost the entire time, without any airs of a British Minister of Magic at all.
Because compared with these powerful and successful predecessors, Fudge can only be regarded as a slightly promising junior at best.
Whenever he saw these wizards who held extremely high status and reputation in the wizarding world surrounding Dumbledore, his heart, which had been corrupted by power, was filled with envy and jealousy, and he also longed to have all of these one day.
Unfortunately, he couldn't get a word in when these people were discussing professional knowledge about esoteric spells, potions, alchemy, etc.
Obviously, in the wizarding world, power is often far less useful than strong personal strength and profound professional knowledge, and is more respected.
Such a large number of unexpected visitors undoubtedly sparked heated discussions among the students.
Especially those lower grade students who knew nothing were asking around to find out what had happened that attracted so many foreigners and the British Minister of Magic.
"You know what? I just heard someone say that the reason these people came to Hogwarts was to discuss with Headmaster Dumbledore about holding a Quidditch League. Maybe next semester, we will not only hold competitions between the four colleges, but also with other magic schools in Europe."
Ron pretended to be mysterious and shared the news he heard with the other first-year students in Gryffindor.
"Really?!" Harry's eyes lit up slightly.
But unfortunately, before Ron could reply, Hermione, who was reading a book next to him, couldn't help but interrupted him and said, "Of course it's fake!
Think carefully, if we really want to hold a Quidditch league with other European magic schools, how to solve the venue problem? Which house will represent Hogwarts in the game?
What about the other three teams? Most importantly, do you think that a Quidditch match between students would attract so many important members of organizations such as the Wizengamot, the International Confederation of Wizards, and Merlin's Order?
Don't be silly! There are a lot of people here who you couldn't invite even for the Quidditch World Cup."
"Then what do you think is going on?" Ron asked unconvinced.
"All these people are here for Soth. Today is the first of five classes he has agreed with the Ministry of Magic to teach the techniques of making magic scrolls." Hermione gave the correct answer unhappily.
"Attend...class? But he's just a student!" Ron opened his mouth in disbelief.
Looking at the silly guy in front of her, Hermione couldn't help but sighed and explained, "Sos is not an ordinary student. He invented the epoch-making product of the magic scroll in his first grade.
You have to know that before this, no wizard had been able to store spells in a very cheap way for emergency use.
Based on this alone, his name will sooner or later appear in the history of magic.
Moreover, Soth also discussed alchemy with Dumbledore's friend, Nicolas Flamel, the creator of the world's only Philosopher's Stone.
The latter even gave him his own lifelong research notes, including the detailed steps for making the Philosopher's Stone.
Now tell me, do you think he is still just a student like you and me?"
moment!
Ron's pitiful self-esteem suffered a critical blow. He was suddenly speechless and his face turned red, not knowing whether it was because of anger or shame.
Just when Harry wanted to say something to ease his friend's embarrassment, George, one of the twins, suddenly ran over from not far away and handed Hermione a card with an exquisite pattern printed on it. He lowered his voice and said, "This is the admission ticket to the Charms classroom later. Don't tell anyone. You know, Fred and I spent a lot of effort to get this thing."
"Where did you get it?!" Hermione was obviously frightened.
You should know that anyone who holds this kind of card is basically either an official from the Ministry of Magic or a wizard from other countries.
If you fail to handle it properly, it will cause very serious diplomatic problems, and you may have to go to Azkaban for a few years.
"Hey, don't worry, we're not stupid enough to go after targets that are likely to cause trouble. In fact, we secretly forged this admission ticket, but I've tried it just now, and the guy guarding the door couldn't tell the difference at all." George's eyes flashed with pride.
Of course, he had every reason to be proud of himself for having fooled a group of adult wizards.
You have to know that it is not an ordinary card, but a magical item with a large number of anti-counterfeiting marks and identity identification.
"Damn it! You guys are crazy! If you want a ticket, why don't you just ask Soth for one?"
Hermione obviously couldn't understand the twin brothers' train of thought, but George responded nonchalantly, "Thoth is busy enough now. He will have to stand on the podium to deal with dozens of very famous wizards. We don't want to add extra pressure to him. Anyway, you can use this ticket with confidence. Remember, the venue is in the Charms classroom, starting at 9 am."
After saying this, he blinked mischievously, then disappeared at the end of the corridor on the right without even looking back.
There is no doubt that this "fake certificate" caused Hermione considerable trouble.
On the one hand, she really wanted to listen to what Zuo Si would talk about in class, but on the other hand, she was afraid of being caught, and her brows were twisted together in a tangled frown.
Just as the girl was hesitating, Professor McGonagall suddenly came out from the corner and handed her a real admission ticket: "Here, this is what Soth asked me to pass on to you."
"For me?!" Hermione was immediately surprised.
"That's right. I hope you can sit in the corner and keep quiet the whole time after you enter. Because there will be many respected wizards like Headmaster Dumbledore present, and I don't want to see you bring shame to Hogwarts and Gryffindor House." Professor McGonagall warned in a serious tone.
Hermione nodded vigorously and said, "Understood! I promise to only use my ears and not my mouth, and I will definitely not make any sound."
"Very good. This is a very good learning opportunity, I hope you can seize it. You should know that among all the students in the school, you are the only one who is qualified to enter."
Professor McGonagall apparently didn't notice that the girl had a fake ticket in her hand. After giving her the ticket, she quickly turned around and left.
After all, so many people suddenly came to Hogwarts, and she was very busy and had no time to pay attention to these little guys.
After Professor McGonagall walked away completely, Hermione let out a long sigh of relief, immediately threw the fake certificate George gave her into the trash can beside her, and walked happily towards the Charms classroom with the real ticket.
But the girl didn't know that as soon as she left, Harry stared at the cards in the trash can in a daze. After a full minute, he couldn't help but ask, "Ron, do you want to attend South's class?"
"No! I don't understand it anyway."
Ron was clearly having a tantrum.
"In that case, I won't hesitate to give you this admission ticket."
Harry picked up the fake certificate from the trash can without saying a word.
He had personally experienced the convenience of the magic scroll, so he was very interested in this magic technology.
As a result, Ron could only watch in stunned silence as his best friend abandoned him and walked straight towards the Charms classroom.
More than ten minutes later, when Hermione discovered that several students including Harry and the Weasley twins had used "fake certificates" to deceive the Ministry of Magic staff guarding the door and then swaggered in, her jaw dropped.
She couldn't believe it even in her dreams that these guys were so bold.
The girl also noticed that when Professor McGonagall saw this scene, her eyes revealed naked and undisguised anger.
If the Minister of Magic and many distinguished guests were not present, she would probably rush over and grab these little bastards by their ears and drag them out one by one.
But unfortunately, Professor McGonagall can only think about it now and has no way to put it into action.
Not only her, but many people also noticed the sudden appearance of several students.
After all, teenagers can stand out among a group of middle-aged and elderly people.
Fortunately, George and Fred, who were usually calm, noticed in time that something was wrong with the atmosphere, and quickly pulled a group of classmates who had sneaked in with fake IDs into a corner and kept silent.
Obviously, this was not a place to have fun or make trouble as they had imagined.
Especially Professor McGonagall's sharp eyes, which naturally have a huge deterrent effect on bad students who like to play mischief.
Just when the twins and a group of students began to hesitate whether to away, the whole classroom suddenly became quiet.
Zuo Si, wearing a black robe, walked slowly to the podium, put his hand on his chest and bowed gracefully.
"Good morning, everyone. Welcome to Hogwarts, where you have come from afar to listen to me, a student who has just entered the wizarding world, explain my understanding of magic.
Rest assured, I promise to explain in plain language how to trace the source of the spell and how to store it in a scroll.
But before that, I have some special notes to make.
First of all, I don't want anyone to interrupt me while I'm speaking.
If you have any questions or find something you think is wrong, please be patient. I will give everyone enough time to ask questions at the end until all questions are answered.
Secondly, when the question-and-answer session begins, please raise your hands one by one, otherwise I won't be able to hear so many people's questions clearly at the same time.
The last and most important point.
The purpose of this open class is to let more people understand the basic principles of making magic scrolls, as well as other magic storage devices derived from this technology, while also explaining the idea of tracing the origins of spells.
If anyone would like to discuss anything else, please come to me privately after class.
Thank you very much for your cooperation, distinguished guests. Now we will start the class. "
There is no doubt that Zuo Si's speech, without any stage fright, immediately made many older wizards smile with approval.
Being able to speak freely under the gaze of so many people without feeling nervous or flustered means that one has extremely strong mental qualities.
In addition, he has clear thinking and fluent speech, which is something that not only a freshman who has just entered school, but even many adult wizards may not be able to achieve.
Watching Zuo Si on the podium methodically divide the complicated process of making magic scrolls into several parts, and then explain them one by one from the simple to the complex, an old man with white hair and beard sitting in the front row couldn't help but sigh slightly: "I thought the descriptions of this young man in newspapers and magazines were a bit exaggerated before, but now it seems that he is worthy of the reputation. Congratulations, Dumbledore. You have successfully cultivated another genius who can change the existing genius situation in the wizarding world."
"No, old friend. This is not my fault."
Dumbledore smiled and shook his head.
"After all, no matter how powerful I am, I can't turn a child who knows nothing about magic into what he is now in just a few months. All of Soth's achievements are due to his own terrifying talent and intelligence. Of course, there is also a little bit of the rich collection of books in the Hogwarts library."
"You mean... this technique of making magic scrolls and even magic storage items all came from his self-study?"
The old man widened his eyes in surprise, as if he couldn't believe what he heard.
"That's right. In fact, I never taught Soth any magic or knowledge. He has come this far through his own efforts. It's incredible, isn't it?"
As he said this, Dumbledore's eyes sparkled deeply.
"Yes, it's a pity that he is not a student of Durmstrang School of Magic." The old man sighed with regret.
Because he understood that with such an outstanding young man in Hogwarts, his alma mater would probably not be able to compete for the qualification of the best magic school in Europe for a long time to come.
While the two were talking in low voices, Zuo Si had unknowingly completed his explanation of the preparatory work for making magic scrolls, including the rune system, ink mixing, and parchment processing.
Since he himself has a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder, he strives to be precise with every word to ensure that there is no ambiguity. Sometimes, if there is no appropriate word in English, he will directly use French or Latin to annotate.
This ability to switch freely between different languages surprised many wizards from other countries on the European continent, especially France.
At this moment, no one doubted that the slightly thin figure on the podium would become a great wizard who led the times in the future.
No! To be exact, he already is.
Especially when talking about tracing the origins of spells and proposing the concept of "stable spell structure" in public for the first time, many famous wizards who were proficient in spells and alchemy showed expressions of sudden enlightenment on their faces.
Just like Nicolas Flamel's reaction at the beginning, they finally realized the real reason why they had never been able to produce relatively cheap magic storage items before.
Although the invention of the magic wand brought more convenient and easier-to-use spells to the whole of Europe and even most of the magical world, it also caused the spell structure to be too simple, so that it was impossible to exist independently of the magic wand.
It is for this reason that, although wizards have created many extraordinary things, their requirements for materials are often extremely demanding.
Take a flying broom as an example. The better the broom, the rarer and more precious the material used is.
Only in this way can the effect of the spell be maintained as complete and long-term as possible.
And strictly speaking, most magic items in this world are not permanent, but have a certain lifespan.
As the power of a spell weakens over time, it is inevitable that it will become ineffective.
Only Deathly Hallows like the Elder Wand, made by the most powerful wizards, or the Philosopher's Stone successfully created by Nicolas Flamel, can remain in their original form for hundreds or even thousands of years.
This is exactly the opposite of most magical items in Faerun, which can still be used after being dug out even after being buried underground for hundreds or even thousands of years.
Of course, this does not include the "quasi-magical items" of the Netheril era that rely on the Core of Mysera to function.
In order to let these conservative "old antiques" understand the importance of innovation, Zuo Si concluded in a serious tone: "For the production of the magic storage device, the origin of the spell is the most important part, and it is also the part that is most worth studying.
Because it not only helps us gain a deeper understanding of the complex principles behind the magic that can be unleashed with just a few syllables.
At the same time, you can get more inspiration from it, and then change or even reshape the entire spell structure, so as to obtain variants that are more suitable for each person's magical characteristics.
Given the large number of spells currently available in the magical world, it would be difficult for just a few people to complete this massive task.
So I think the International Wizarding Organization should take the lead, and the Ministries of Magic of various countries should send people to join in.
If you can, it's best to give each spell a certain bonus.
When someone is the first to complete the tracing of the spell and is recognized, he or she will receive sufficient rewards to encourage capable wizards to participate.
Believe me, this is a good thing for the entire wizarding world.
Once the work on tracing the origins of spells is completed, not only will the invention of new spells usher in a peak, but the difficulty and cost of making magic items will also be greatly reduced.
It may even usher in a period of rapid development similar to the Industrial Revolution in the Muggle world.
Then every wizard will benefit from it."
As the last word came out of his mouth, the entire Charms classroom burst into applause.
Many wizards who have considerable influence throughout Europe are very interested in Zuo Si's proposal.
Even Dumbledore, who rarely did so, stood up and gave him an approving look.
From these speeches, he heard extraordinary vision and expectations for the future development direction of the wizarding world.
In particular, he did not hide his research results to himself, but instead called on everyone to participate. He had never seen such a vision in any other wizard.
You know, in the wizarding world, there have always been many bad habits.
Among them, it has long been a tacit understanding among many powerful wizards to keep their research results on magic and spells a secret.
Some of them are because their research direction belongs to the field of black magic, so it is impossible and there is no way to share it; some of them involve certain specific interests. For example, a workshop that makes flying brooms will never publish the spells they cast on their new products;
The latter category comes from the tradition of pure-blood families. They will hide the best knowledge, treasures and powerful spells and only leave them to the true heirs of the family.
As a centenarian, Dumbledore had seen too many magics lost due to the above situations when he was young pursuing knowledge and power. He also understood the arrogance, conceit and short-sightedness of pure-blood families.
It is because of this that he eventually parted ways with Gellert Grindelwald and chose to stand on the opposing camp.
In fact, contrary to what many people think, Albus Dumbledore is strictly speaking very similar to Harry Potter. Their fathers are wizards from ancient pure-blood families, while their mothers are Muggle-born wizards.
According to the views of pure-blood families in the past, he himself is strictly speaking a mixed-blood.
Only the offspring born from marriages between pure-blood families can be called true pure-bloods.
However, as the number of half-blood wizards and Muggle-born wizards increased, as long as both parents were wizards, they would be regarded as pure-blood in a broad sense to some extent.
At least they won't be subjected to various kinds of implicit discrimination or exclusion like the first generation of Muggle-born wizards.
Of course, anyone with a little common sense knows that although wizards obtain their magic power through blood inheritance, pure blood does not necessarily mean that they are more powerful than half-blood or Muggle-born wizards.
The limits reached by Dumbledore, Voldemort, Snape and others all prove that the best half-bloods are far superior to pure-blood wizards.
Harry's mother Lily and Hermione, who is a first-year student at Hogwarts, also proved that Muggle-born wizards are no worse than pure-bloods in learning and mastering magic.
In fact, bloodline is just an introduction, a prerequisite for becoming a wizard.
As long as you have this prerequisite, it is equivalent to standing on the same starting line.
There is no essential difference between pure-blood, half-blood, and Muggle-born.
The only advantage of a pure-blood family lies in the knowledge and wealth accumulated over dozens of generations, as well as the network of connections formed by long-term intermarriage.
As for talent, there is no evidence that pure-bloods are better than half-bloods and Muggle-born wizards.
Just as Dumbledore was habitually thinking about the impact that scrolls and spell storage technology would have on those conservative pure-blood families, the applause around him finally died down.
Zuo Si began to call out names one by one, asking those who raised their hands to stand up and ask questions, and then he answered them one by one.
The whole process lasted about twenty minutes, until the last elderly man sat down contentedly. This public class funded by the British Ministry of Magic finally came to a successful conclusion.
Many well-known wizards who came from all over Europe got the answers they wanted, and at the same time praised Zuo Si, the rising star.
Cornelius Fudge also achieved the political achievements he desired most, and his old face was smiling like a blooming chrysanthemum.
Because such a genius emerged in the British magical world during his tenure as Minister of Magic, he must have made a contribution no matter how you look at it.
What's more, Zuo Si is so "sensible" that he never forgets to mention to the distinguished guests that he had received funding from the Ministry of Magic.
If all the students at Hogwarts had this kind of gratitude and awareness, Fudge felt that he could certainly compete for the title of the greatest minister in the history of the British wizarding world.
But what Fudge didn't know was that Zuo Si did this in order to take advantage of his weakness of greed for fame and fortune in order to gain some privileges.
There is no essential difference just like when he chose to cooperate with the major families behind the Amn government.
Besides, the current Minister of Magic, Fudge, is much easier to deal with than those shrewd Amn nobles and wealthy businessmen.
Many times, as long as you satisfy the old man's vanity a little and give him enough respect, he will immediately reciprocate.
Looking at the license in his hand, which was signed by the Ministry of Magic and authorized to raise some relatively dangerous magical animals for research in the mountains far away from the Muggles, Zuo Si's eyes flashed with a barely noticeable amusement. He immediately bowed slightly to Cornelius Fudge and said, "Thank you very much for your support for my research. Don't worry, I promise that there will be no accidents."
"You are so polite, kid. I am always happy to help all young people who can bring progress and prosperity to the wizarding world. I hope you will keep up the good work and perfect this promising technology as soon as possible. I believe that when that day comes, you will surpass everyone and become the greatest wizard of our time."
As he spoke, Cornelius Fudge gently patted Zuo Si's shoulder to show his encouragement, and at the same time, he did not forget to glance at Dumbledore not far away with a guilty look.
The latter did not show any sign of being angry at this boring little temptation. Instead, he smiled and nodded in agreement very generously.
"You are too kind. I am only standing on the shoulders of giants. If there were no research results left by so many great wizards and the rich collection of books in Hogwarts, even if I had any ideas and inspirations, I would not be able to put them into practice."
Zuo Si deliberately pretended to be humble.
After all, he didn't want to leave an arrogant impression on these old wizards who had a certain status and reputation in the magical world.
It turns out that no one dislikes a young man who is smart, talented and low-key.
After a short while, Zuo Si, the "protagonist" of today's open class, received a lot of praise and even exchanged addresses and contact information with many important members of Merlin's Order, the Wizengamot and the International Confederation of Wizards.
While Zuo Si was having friendly exchanges with these wizards from all over Europe, Snape couldn't help but sigh slightly: "Only at this time does he look like a real Slytherin."
"No, you are wrong, Severus. South has always been a Slytherin, and his thoughts and character are even closer to Salazar himself than most Slytherin students." Dumbledore's eyes sparkled with wisdom.
"Oh? What's the matter?" Snape's face showed curiosity.
Dumbledore explained casually: "All students who are chosen to enter Slytherin House have one thing in common: ambition.
It's just that some people's ambition is power, some people's ambition is knowledge of black magic, and some people's ambition is power, fame and status.
Soth may not be very interested in the latter, but his desire for the former is visible to the naked eye.
And he is trying to promote and change the entire landscape of the wizarding world.
Although I’m not sure if this was accidental or planned.”
"Speaking of this, I remember that some time ago, Quirrell gave Soth a book containing a lot of dark magic. If nothing unexpected happens, that person should attack him soon. Don't you plan to stop him?" Snape asked meaningfully.
Dumbledore chuckled and shook his head. "That's not necessary. Believe me, if Tom really did that, all he would gain would be humiliation. And I'm also looking forward to seeing what sparks will be created when these two Slytherins, who are similar in some ways, but also completely different, meet."
Hearing this, Snape subconsciously frowned: "Is there really no danger? Don't forget, that person will not show mercy just because the other party is a Slytherin genius."
"I don't have anything to worry about. This is because Soth has enough self-protection ability. The power of some of the spells he controls is so strong that even I have to be careful when dealing with them. What's more, Tom is just a remnant soul attached to someone else. With Quirrell's level of spells, he will probably be defeated easily if they really start fighting."
Dumbledore adjusted his glasses and stared at the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who was hiding in the corner not far away with a very obscure look.
"Well, I hope you're right. If anything goes wrong, I won't stand by and do nothing. After all, I'm the head of Slytherin, and I won't sit idly by and watch someone hurt one of my students."
After saying that, Snape turned around and left the classroom without looking back, disappearing at the end of the corridor.
As for Zuo Si, he stayed beside the Minister of Magic Fudge and pretended to socialize for more than forty minutes. He was able to get away only after all the foreign guests had left.
Just as he was about to return to the dormitory, he suddenly found a middle-aged man with long light blond hair and a look 70% similar to Master Malfoy in the corner, as if he was waiting for him.
This guy was wearing a finely crafted robe and holding a staff with a metal silver snake at the front. He looked proud and arrogant.
Needless to say, he is none other than Draco's father, the current leader of the Malfoy family, one of Voldemort's most trusted subordinates and leaders of the Death Eaters, a master of jumping around, the famous Lucius Malfoy.
By using all means to amass wealth during Voldemort's reign, Lucius successfully increased his family's wealth and collections by more than ten times, and also eliminated many enemies with the help of other Death Eaters.
When Voldemort fell from power, he announced to the public that he had been under the Imperius Curse and successfully defected to the other side. He also sold out other Death Eaters who had committed serious crimes in order to ensure that he and his family allies would not be accused and sent to Azkaban.
When the storm subsided, Lucius used the huge wealth he had previously accumulated to bribe and buy off officials in the Ministry of Magic, especially the fame- and fortune-hungry Minister of Magic Fudge. He not only restored the reputation of the Malfoy family, but also gained considerable power.
It can be said that except for the fact that he did not expect Voldemort to come back from death, the man in front of him almost managed to trick Voldemort and Dumbledore at the same time.
It’s a pity that in the magic world, the strength of wizards always comes first.
Power, wealth, and social status, in the face of true strength, are like castles on the beach, which will collapse with a slight impact.
When Voldemort was resurrected and returned, no matter what means Lucius used, he had to obey his orders obediently in the end, and even his beloved son was almost killed.
The two looked at each other for ten seconds, and finally Zuo Si was the first to speak and break the silence: "Are you waiting for me here?"
"Yes." Lucius nodded slightly. "There were too many people in the classroom just now, and I thought you didn't want to meet me under Dumbledore's nose, so you came out early and waited on this road. I believe you have read the letter I asked Draco to bring to you before?"
"Yeah, I've seen it."
Zuo Si gave a straightforward affirmative answer.
"Then your response is..." Lucius asked tentatively in an uncertain tone.
Zuo Si refused without hesitation: "I'm sorry, I'm not interested in you, or should I say your proposal.
I also don't think that just a few pure-blood families can control the current magical world.
Most importantly, you have completely ignored the objective fact that the Muggle world is developing technology at a rapid pace.
In less than twenty years, with cameras, surveillance equipment and the Internet throughout the streets and alleys, wizards will no longer be able to easily avoid the sight of Muggles as they do now.
Perhaps the Muggle Repelling Charm and the Memory Charm can still have a certain effect, but it is only a matter of time before that barrier is broken.
Therefore, the magical community should be prepared to embrace the future, rather than continue to be complacent and want to live its life behind closed doors using the so-called confidentiality law.
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you that the master you were loyal to before is not really dead.
It won't be long before it's resurrected.
Since you betrayed your companions, I think you'd better start thinking about how to explain it.
From what I've heard, he's not one to easily forgive betrayers."
"What?!" Lucius instantly showed an expression of disbelief. "How do you know this?"
"Of course I know. Because not long ago, he personally gave me a notebook."
Zuo Si took out the notes that Voldemort had given him through Quirrell and waved them in front of the other party.
When Lucius saw the cover of the notebook, his pupils instantly dilated, contracted, and then dilated again, and his heart was beating wildly.
With just one glance, he recognized that this thing was exactly what Voldemort had used to recruit his followers, and it was deliberately compiled and left in Hogwarts School.
Many Death Eaters became more and more obsessed after seeing those notes on dark magic, and eventually completely fell at the feet of the Dark Lord.
Fortunately, Lucius was mentally strong enough to not show his nervousness, fear, and trembling on his face. He lowered his voice and asked, "You mean... he is in the Hogwarts castle right now?"
"That's right. So let's make a deal now. If you do something for me, then I promise to ensure the safety of your son Draco after he returns." Zuo Si proposed calmly.
"How do I know if this is true?" Lucius questioned cautiously.
Being a suspicious person, he would not easily believe someone else's one-sided words.
Zuo Si responded with a smile: "You should know best whether it is a lie or not.
After all, it would be strange if a master of black magic like that didn't know one or two ways to escape death.
What's more, I don't need the loyalty of you and the families behind you. I just want to make a deal with you alone.
As for after completing this deal, it doesn't matter whether you return to Voldemort to beg for his forgiveness and play the role of a loyal servant, or continue to stand on my side.
Because I know that you are a typical speculator and you have never been loyal.
There is only one thing you are loyal to, and that is profit."
"You seem to know me very well?" Lucius frowned subconsciously.
Although he had already anticipated when he came that Zuo Si would be like Voldemort in his student days, with maturity, ambition and intelligence that were disproportionate to his age.
But he never expected that his true nature would be seen through by the other party as soon as they met.
"It's not understanding, it's character analysis through a series of behaviors.
In fact, what you did is not uncommon among families with a certain history in the Muggle world.
Only in this way can one survive crisis after crisis by repeatedly jumping around and successfully continue the family for hundreds or even thousands of years.
In my opinion, it is not shameful or despised to change course with the wind and decisively choose to escape when a ship is about to sink.
On the contrary, this is something that requires a lot of wisdom.
A smart person will choose an appropriate time to make it look like the choice was made out of desperation and without having to bear any moral blame.
But those who are not so smart will look like shameful traits.
Tell me, where do you think you belong?"
Zuo Si posed a soul-searching question in a meaningful way.
Lucius was silent for a long time, and finally he placed one hand on his chest and bowed deeply: "I'm sorry, please allow me to apologize for my temptation and rudeness just now. Compared to that person, you are the one who is truly worthy of loyalty."
"Why, you don't intend to uphold your family's pure-blood concept now?" Zuo Si asked with a smile.
"I believe that you must have the blood of some noble wizard family flowing in your body, just like that person. After all, the Sorting Hat will not make mistakes in such matters." Lucius answered without hesitation.
"What if Voldemort comes back one day?" Zuo Si continued to ask.
"That depends on whether the power and influence you possess by then can contend with him. We are not those families loyal to Dumbledore who would foolishly gamble their lives and property to rush to the front line."
After realizing that his thoughts had been exposed, Lucius stopped trying to hide them and simply dropped his disguise and laid his cards on the table.
Zuo Si nodded slightly and reminded: "You should understand that I will not guarantee the interests of your pure-blood families, and I may even stand on the opposite side."
"It doesn't matter. The Malfoy family has gained enough benefits from choosing sides last time. Now all I want to do is to keep what I have and ensure the survival of the family, especially Draco's safety. In addition, the biggest difference between you and that person is that you are very reasonable and will not force me to do anything through death threats and violence. So from now on, the Malfoy family will serve you wholeheartedly, master."
As the last word came out of his mouth, Lucius bowed deeply again, showing no embarrassment at swearing allegiance to a boy who was almost the same age as his son.
"You're good at talking. In that case, let's find a place to talk about cooperation. You know, I have a lot of things that I'm interested in, and I need some special channels to purchase them."
After saying this, the two of them quickly disappeared into the dark passage...
(End of this chapter)
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