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Chapter 291 Lucius: Dumbledore, please seek justice.

Lucius didn't expect his former master to say such ridiculous things.

When he felt the movement of his Dark Mark, he was both panicked and excited.

Under his wise leadership, the Malfoy family escaped Voldemort's liquidation during the reign of the Dark Lord; and after the Dark Lord's fall, they escaped the liquidation of the Ministry of Magic.

There are always people who are jealous of his brilliant record, and those people secretly say that he is a speculator.

Ah.

Do they dare to speak openly?

As long as they dare to speak, some people will rush to report these rumor makers in order to please him.

However, at this moment, Lucius understood one thing with his excellent foresight-

Now it's time for the Malfoy family to make a choice.

"Are you going to speak out for half-blood wizards?" Rita said timidly and excitedly. Only then did she dare to raise her head, and her eyes really fell on Tom for the first time.

The sunlight reflected the divine radiance on Him, and Rita could not see Tom's clothes or even His face.

She could only see light, divine light.

"That's a good start." Tom clapped softly, then asked Rita's colleagues: "Why don't you applaud Ms. Skeeter?"

The white teeth exposed in his smile shone brighter than a butcher knife. The reporters quickly raised their hands and applauded with all their strength.

The sunlight passed through their palms that were constantly opening and closing, and the frequency of the flashes was even higher than the flashlight just now.

Lucius couldn't stop laughing inwardly. Of course, he was also gregarious, and the applause was even warmer.

Tom was very satisfied with the reporters' performance. He spread his hands and pressed down gently, and the reporters lowered their hands as if they were forbidden.

"Ms. Skeeter, you are also a half-blood wizard. You should know how difficult it is to become a gold medal reporter for the Daily Prophet."

Rita nodded, thinking about how to write the words of the mysterious man.

She became bolder, and she felt that the mysterious man was with her.

But then, her expression began to stiffen.

"You have worked hard to practice magic. Although your talent is good, you cannot compete with those purebloods who have mediocre talent."

"So, you learned to be cruel and indifferent to the many wizards who were bullied by purebloods, but you did not let go of the reports that made the bullied feel humiliated."

"Of course, you have no family and no friends."

"You can only comfort yourself with vain luxuries, and the luxuries you have accumulated throughout your life are not as valuable as an antique sold by a prodigal pureblood."

Rita was sad, embarrassed, and felt ashamed of herself.

"I would like to ask, Ms. Skeeter, have you ever sold your body?" Tom used a gentle tone and sent a sharp verbal knife straight into Rita's heart.

A tear fell involuntarily from the corner of Rita's eyes.

"Pureblood, right?"

Rita immediately covered her face with her hands, curled up on the ground and cried bitterly.

Other reporters lowered their heads with concern.

They are not much different from Rita.

Women are not the only ones who sell their bodies.

However, even if they did it, they would still not have as high a status as Rita in the journalistic industry.

Why?
why?
Rita's cries were disturbing, and a seed of inexplicable anger began to sprout in their hearts.

Lucius could only try his best to use his acting skills to blend into this atmosphere. He was very uneasy and eager to return to his home.

He backed away without leaving a trace, burying his face in his hood.

"Pure bloods have huge wealth and they are aloof. Only a handful of pure bloods are beneficial to the wizarding world. Most of them are maggots fostered in the wizarding world."

Tom opened his hands, and there was anger in his eyes.

Peter lifted the limp Rita up.

This reporter, who was sharp-tongued and good at tampering with the words of the interviewees, was stripped of his shiny skin by Tom.

She didn't dare to hate the former Dark Lord, so she began to hate purebloods. Yes, if there was no pure blood, how could she do these scandals?

How could he be so embarrassed in front of his peers?

Rita regained some strength. She no longer dared to look up at the light of light on the steps, but listened carefully to His words.

"You may have thought about why there are so many mixed-blood wizards, but they can't compete for more wealth from pure-bloods, so they can only work for them?"

"Because the pure-blood family has a long heritage, because they have many powerful magic weapons, and because they have better, faster, and stronger ways to release magic." Rita suddenly said.

Tom once again set his sights on Rita, like a god observing his followers.

Rita lowered her head more humbly, revealing the white and fragile back of her neck.

"Excellent summary, Ms. Skeeter." Tom showed a look of approval, but soon, he turned cold and said in a deep voice:

"However, the more essential issue is that they consolidated the common sense that the nobility is sacred and inviolable, and the status of the nobility is noble and unshakable."

"You will think that the pure-blood nobles deserve the wealth. You even want to marry them and become such a noble."

"There are many such people. Such people have become pure-blood minions. Such people will help pure-bloods deal with mixed-bloods."

"Then, the second sentence I want to say today is:"

"Aristocrats are not born aristocrats."

The angry flame in Tom's eyes suddenly disappeared, replaced by a look of hope for the barren land like an old farmer applying fertilizer.

The strange thing is that the seeds of the reporters' anger grew faster, because underneath the seeds, there was more soil called ambition.

Lucius Malfoy had already reached the back of the crowd. He heard Tom's last words and felt cold all over.

Lucius couldn't help but raise his head to see Tom clearly, but he didn't expect Tom's eyes to look over at this moment.

The two looked at each other through the thick crowd. One stood in the light and kept smiling, while the other smiled uglier than crying and slowly retreated into the dark alley.

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Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office.

Dumbledore wiped the sweat from his forehead and lay down on the office chair with some exhaustion.

"Minerva, would you like a glass of honey water?" Dumbledore said weakly and politely.

"No." Professor McGonagall said with a straight face. She just wanted to go back to sleep now, preferably as a cat, sleeping on the high-end velvet cushion given by Harry.

"Dumbledore!" A shout came from far and near, and he rushed in impatiently.

Dumbledore opened his eyes as hard as he could and breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that the person coming was not Fudge.

He held on to the armrests of the chair and stood up shakily, "Mr. Malfoy, you did not notify me in advance that you were going to convene a school board meeting."

"No, that's not what I'm doing." Lucius took a breath, slightly adjusted his clothes and hairstyle, and then continued:

"Perhaps you will receive the report soon, but I must tell you now that this news is very important."

"Dumbledore, and Mr. Malfoy, I have other things to do, so I'll excuse you now." Professor McGonagall has never liked Lucius Malfoy.

Of course, she wouldn't call him a speculator in private.

She just simply hates him, maybe because he was once a lackey of You-Know-Who, maybe because he was once a Slytherin student, maybe because he already has her dislike points.

In short, she was too lazy to think about why she hated Lucius Malfoy. She just wanted to stay away from this person and everything related to him.

"Wait a minute, respected Professor McGonagall." Lucius showed a standard, aristocratic smile.

Professor McGonagall suddenly felt like she had stepped on dog shit. She stared at Lucius's mouth, and if he dared to fart, she would give him a big slap in the face in front of Dumbledore.

"Dumbledore, and Professor McGonagall, the news I want to tell you is about the mysterious man."

"He is resurrected, we already know it." Professor McGonagall said impatiently.

"No, it's more than that." Lucius became serious and continued: "He is crazy, very crazy!"

"Dumbledore, you must uphold justice for the entire wizarding world!"

"He is going to completely destroy the entire wizarding world!"

　Death

　　
　
(End of this chapter)