"Let's talk about compensation." Harry began to say this.

Lucius wanted to bite his teeth to pieces and spit at the boy: "What do you want to compensate?"

"Voldemort's target was me." Harry exerted a little force and put his wand against his heart. "To your disappointment, I am not dead, and I am not even seriously hurt."

“But I was the primary victim.”

Hearing the name, Lucius shuddered. He was more afraid of his master than anyone else. "What do you want?"

"It depends on what you have," Harry said bluntly, "Let me in and take a look, okay?"

Lucius took a step back, "Potter, you don't believe me. Black is not in my house."

"How can you make me trust you?" Harry sneered, "Because you are going to give me the most dignified death? Or because you have prepared the most luxurious tomb for me?"

"There was no trust between us, not from the beginning."

Lucius held up a finger. "One hundred Galleons."

"Just think about how much patent fees you have to pay to the Potter family in these twelve years." Harry shook his head and used his wand to push his fingers away.

That's an astronomical figure.

"Magic notes? Props?" Lucius immediately changed his words and threw out other chips, "I can give you whatever you want."

Harry picked at his brooch. "You'll have to let me in and take my time, Mr. Malfoy."

Lucius's face was gloomy. He turned his head slightly and looked at Flitwick: "Professor, maybe..."

Before he could even begin his words, Flitwick interrupted him: "Potter is in charge today. I drank too much yesterday and I'm not sober enough now."

Lucius's dark gaze shifted back and forth between Harry and Flitwick.

A Potter, maybe I can solve it myself.

But if Flitwick were to be added, he would really be helpless.

"Haven't you made up your mind yet?" Harry poked him hard, the brooch piercing his skin. "Maybe I should notify the Ministry of Magic to come over?"

"They might be willing to cooperate with us."

Lucius moved his feet with difficulty and made way: "Since Mr. Potter is willing to visit Malfoy Manor, please go ahead."

It is said to be a manor.

In fact, it is just a villa with a yard. Pure-bloods always like to flatter themselves.

As soon as you walk in.

Harry waved his wand without hesitation and cast the Patronus Charm.

Flitwick also chanted a spell, and invisible ripples spread out.

Until two hours later.

Lucius then sent away the two plague gods.

"Dad, Potter, how dare they!" Draco walked over, gritting his teeth, with a look of humiliation on his face.

Lucius shook his head: "Why wouldn't they dare?"

"The weak cannot give advice to the strong."

He touched his son's head. These were the words Voldemort had taught him, and now he taught them to his son.

There is no better lesson than this.

Draco clenched his fists, his eyes filled with anger.

Outside Malfoy Manor.

"Professor?" Harry asked, "What did you learn?"

Flitwick shook his head.

Harry frowned.

He didn't find anything strange. There were indeed many secret rooms in the Malfoy's house, but the signs of opening and closing were very new. There were more than a dozen breaths coming in and out that did not belong to the Malfoy family or the house-elves - these should be those of the Ministry of Magic officials. They had been there for several days and were almost dissipating.

There is not a single person who wanders around this house without detecting the scent of the owner.

There is no one hiding in the Malfoy family who has not been discovered.

"Maybe he went back to the old Black house." Flitwick grabbed Harry's hand and said this, without giving him time to prepare mentally. He waved his wand and magic power surged.

With a snap.

Apparition.

"Professor, you must remind me next time." Harry bent his waist, looking grim, and supported Flitwick's shoulders. "This is too sudden."

Flitwick looked innocent: "I will pay attention next time."

"Where is the Black house?" Harry took a breath and asked.

Flitwick shook his head. "I don't know, and no one knows."

"Your grandparents might know, but they can't tell you."

Harry was stunned. "Protected by the Fidelius Charm?"

Flitwick nodded, "If Black is careful, he'll get back there first."

Harry clenched his fists and clicked his tongue.

It was a very troublesome spell, and unless the secret-keeper revealed it, no one could find the place protected by the Fidelius Charm.

"Don't worry Harry." Flitwick tiptoed and tried to pat Harry on the back, but at this moment, Harry straightened his back, and he waved his hand and patted his butt, which made him startled. He quickly pulled his hand back and coughed heavily, "Have you read the detailed report?"

"When Black was in Azkaban, he kept repeating, 'He's in Hogwarts, he's in Hogwarts...'"

Harry thought, "He's going to come find me?"

Flitwick nodded.

"It looks like another restless semester." Harry sighed and sat down on the sofa. "I really hope that I can have a complete and incident-free semester in my fourth year."

Flitwick was stunned, and he sat next to Harry in silence.

Isn't Hogwarts the safest place?

Can……

What's going on?

Harry had a rough time in the first two semesters since he entered school, and it seemed that he would get into trouble in his third year.

"Think carefully, maybe Black will be caught before school starts." Flitwick started to comfort Harry, but staring at his hands, it seemed more like he was comforting himself, "Not all Aurors are good-for-nothings."

"Scrimgeour is quite capable, and Moody is even better at searching."

Harry didn't answer, his face changed slightly, and as if he remembered something, he waved his wand.

The newspaper on the table fell into his hands.

"What's going on?" Flitwick asked. "Any clues?"

Harry's eyebrows twisted into a knot: "No, I just think it's a bit strange."

"Hmm?" Flitwick asked doubtfully.

"It's a well-known fact that I'm at Hogwarts," Harry said softly. "The Daily Prophet also reported the news of my admission two years ago."

"If it was me he was looking for, he would have escaped from prison two years ago."

"The he here should not refer to me."

Flitwick was startled, but quickly realized what Harry was thinking: "You mean, the he here refers to the mysterious man?"

"Probably him." Harry nodded.

Flitwick's brows also furrowed in the same way. "But he has already been eliminated by Dumbledore. It is clearly written in the newspaper, even if it is just a pseudonym for a dark wizard."

"Maybe there's some signal between the master and the servant." Harry put the newspaper down, "Let Black know who his accomplices are hiding in Hogwarts."

"It could even be another Horcrux."

"That's why he said: 'He's at Hogwarts'."

Flitwick stood up immediately, his face serious, "Then I have to write a letter to inform Dumbledore."

"That's a great guess."