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Chapter 307 Lucius’ Peak Moment
Lucius immediately stood still, as if there was a mirror in front of him. He stared at the void in front of him and quickly tidied up his appearance.

Three breathless, a brand new, aristocratic Malfoy walked towards Quirrell and Draco.

"Draco, what's the matter?" Lucius stood next to Malfoy, looking at him with extremely stern eyes, "Didn't I teach you not to yell outside?"

"Especially to me, your-"

Draco looked up at Lucius, his eyes as calm as if he were looking at a mosquito flying around in front of him, ready to suck blood.

Lucius felt an inexplicable chill rising from the bottom of his heart. He swallowed the word 'father' hard, and the ominous premonition in his heart subsided slightly.

"Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Malfoy is just too angry with me. Please don't blame him." Quirrell stuffed the crown into his sleeve and hurriedly stepped forward to explain.

"I guess you are Professor Quirrell." Lucius half-lidded his eyelids, and the strangeness in his son made him inexplicably angry.

And now, another Hogwarts employee wants to interfere in the school director's family affairs.

Ah.

Running around during this period of time has exhausted Lucius's cultivation.

"I want to go home." Draco's tone suddenly changed, like the slurping sound of a water-filled sponge being suddenly grasped.

"Draco, do you still think of me as your father?" Lucius said in a deep voice, "Do you want me to be embarrassed outside?"

Quirrell understood the implication of Lucius's words. If it had been before, he would have thrown a death curse on Lucius's face, but now, he seemed not to have heard it, and the apology on his face even increased.

The angry magma continued to grow and rise, almost destroying everything.

Lucius frowned, and after a while, he suddenly grabbed Draco's sleeve roughly and took him aside.

"Professor Quirrell!" Lucius rarely abandoned his gentlemanly manners and yelled: "He is my child! Mine, not yours!"

Look at the emotions surging inside Malfoy, like an erupting volcano with boulders blocking all its vents.

At this time, the good guy Quirrell came.

"I want to go home, father," Malfoy interrupted suddenly.

"Mr. Malfoy, no matter what you say, it was my fault first. I will explain some specific things to you. I wonder if you have time to talk to me alone?"

"Emotionally, I am your father; legally, I am your head of the family. You must respect me both emotionally and legally, do you understand?"

"Mr. Malfoy, don't do this, he is still a child."

"You're still looking at me like this? Draco, did you successfully run for Slytherin prefect, or did you do something extraordinary?"

"We are discussing the internal affairs of the Malfoy family. This should not be within the scope of the professor's responsibilities, right?"

Malfoy said nothing, just stared at Lucius who burst out.

Harry, who was hiding in the dark, raised his eyebrows. He was worthy of being a nobleman, and he could say "a dog meddles with a mouse" so elegantly.

"You are a student at Hogwarts, and it's not very stable outside."

"I want to go home."

"Draco!" Lucius turned his head, and after meeting Draco's eyes, the anger on his face was immediately extinguished, and his tone softened, "When I'm talking to others, please don't speak. , okay?”

If it weren't for the occasion, Harry would have applauded Lucius's remarks.

Amid external and internal troubles, there are always stupid insects who cannot see the way forward.

They thought they had everything under control, but they were not aware of the current situation that they were already lying in the grave.

Lucius even gave up some of the interests of the Malfoy family to make these mediocre people willing to unite, and then he persuaded Dumbledore to form an alliance with him and the purebloods.

Such a complicated and cumbersome "big thing" is disgusting enough, but here, the head of the Malfoy family, who presides over the big business, is blocked by trivial matters.

Lucius can't stand it anymore!

"I want to go home."

"Mr. Malfoy, this is all my fault!"

In my ears, the noise continued.

Lucius gradually clenched his fist, then suddenly put it down, "That's enough!"

Draco and Quirrell looked at Lucius at the same time. "Professor Quirrell, I told you, this is a private matter between me and Draco, please don't meddle in other people's business." Lucius took a breath, then pointed at Draco's head and said sternly:

"And you, Draco, come home with me today!"

"I'm going to discipline you until you understand what respect means!"

After saying that, Lucius didn't wait for Quirrell to speak, just pulled Draco and left.

After a while, Harry lifted the Disillusionment Curse and said to the stunned Quirrell: "Professor, they are gone."

"Harry, have you noticed that Draco's classmate is a little different from before?" Quirrell frowned, his eyes full of worry, but there was no emotion of being squeezed by Lucius.

"He is a little bolder than before. Usually Malfoy would not dare to contradict his father like this." Harry replied truthfully: "And his expression is a little sinister, as if he has changed into a different person."

A different person? !
Quirrell was startled and quickly took out Ravenclaw's diadem.

The familiar aura above became fainter again. He took out his wand, and a silvery white light quickly emitted from the tip of the wand.

This light penetrated into the crown, swam around inside it like a snake, and then returned to Quirrell's wand.

Quirrell's face turned pale and he said tremblingly: "It's over, I have to find Dumbledore quickly!"

"Harry, I'm sorry, I can't take you to Hagrid's place. Can you go find Professor McGonagall or Professor Snape? They will go with you."

"No, forget it, you'd better come with me."

Quirrell suddenly realized that Hogwarts was not very safe at this time.

Harry was another thorn in Voldemort's side, and he couldn't leave Harry alone.

"I'll listen to you, Professor." Harry agreed without hesitation.

"Follow me." Quirrell immediately started running wildly, and within a few steps, one of his shoes slipped away.

The stone floors of Hogwarts were cold, but Quirrell couldn't care less at the moment.

He pulled Harry and ran towards the principal's office without stopping, as if the end of the world was coming.

……

Malfoy family mansion.

Lucius used Disapparation to appear in his study with Draco.

Lucius took out his wand and shouted directly: "The teaching staff is coming!"

As he finished speaking, a three-foot-long, finger-thick black stick flew directly into Lucius's hand.

"Draco, you have disobeyed four times today! Four times!" The negative emotions in Lucius's heart suddenly surged out, and he raised his hand to slap Draco on the butt.

"Lucius." A sound like the neighing of thousands of snakes sounded in the study.

The candlelight in the study turned green at this moment.

Draco's eyes turned into vertical pupils, and his fair face looked as cold as a corpse under the green candlelight.

"you--"

Lucius felt more familiar than going home, and his knees reflexively knelt on the expensive carpet.

"Why are you here, sir?"

Lucius looked up at Draco, his expression extremely ugly.

"You don't welcome me?" Voldemort said with a half-smile in Draco Malfoy's face: "Is the death of your child making you unhappy, or is being my father making you feel wronged?"

Cold sweat suddenly seeped out of Lucius's body, and then, his forehead was pressed with a wand.

At this moment, all emotions were thrown away by Lucius.

Death's hand had grasped his heart.

"Master, please, I am loyal, please don't kill me."

　Death

　　
　
(End of this chapter)