Glory To Slytherin

Chapter 139 Malfoy and Shafik

Staffordshire, West Midlands, United Kingdom.

At the foot of the Pennine Mountains, stands a mansion that ordinary people cannot see.

The Shafik family has lived here for hundreds of years, and the mansion is old and magnificent.

Of course, the pure-blooded nobles of the wizards, no matter how low-key they are, their family residences will never forget to promote style.

The more a family with a long history and a declining family, the more likely it is to fall into this type of ill.

A complicated family crest was printed on the gate of the tall mansion. A gorgeous carriage was parked in front of the door. Two figures, one large and one small, sat down from the carriage.

“Father, what are we doing in the Shafik family?”

Draco, with his pale blond hair, looked at the mansion and compared it secretly with his own Malfoy Manor. After finding that the other party was far behind his own mansion, there was inevitably a hint of contempt in his tone of voice.

“Don’t ask so much, remember not to talk nonsense when you go in, this is not home.”

Lucius lowered his head to exhort Draco, and saw that the door of the Shafik family was opened from the inside, and several elderly wizards appeared in front of them.

The head was a middle-aged wizard with a gloomy face, one arm and one leg in bandages, and a cane.

“Long time no see, Lucius.”

Abel Shafik said in a hoarse voice.

“Oh, Abel, it seems you really have a lot of trouble…”

A smile formed at the corner of Lucius’s mouth, and he patted Abel Shafik on the shoulder, “Don’t you let me go in and sit?”

Abel Shafik glanced at him twice, and turned away slightly:

“Please come in.”

Malfoy and his son were taken into the hall. When Abel Shafik appeared again, he had been put on a set of costumes. He had a black background with gold edges, and his collar was embroidered with the Shafik family’s coat of arms. There is a sense of mysterious from ancient times.

Even if his body is ill, he still has to put on appropriate clothes, not only to show respect for the visitors, but to show the family’s tolerance.

Beside Abel Shafik, there was a girl who was equally gorgeous but had no expression on her face. Her gaze was hollow, and occasionally there was a trace of hatred, but she didn’t show it to Malfoy and his son.

“Tracy!”

Draco couldn’t help but exclaimed after seeing the girl, “You are not…”

Halfway through, he suddenly realized that the word “Azkaban” might not be heard by Shafik and his daughter, so he shut up.

Tracy glanced at him coldly and did not speak, and the chill in his eyes made Draco shiver secretly.

Abel Shafik gave a very ugly smile:

“I tried my best to reduce the sentence for Tracy. Fudge is simply a stupid and greedy mud pig.”

In order to get Tracey out of Azkaban, he paid a great price to Fudge. For that matter, Tracey also stayed in Azkaban for two months, just a few days after returning home.

“As the Minister of Magic, he is indeed unworthy, short-sighted and has a great appetite… But we are also happy to see such a person as Minister of Magic, aren’t we?”

Lucius took a sip from his teacup and said with a smile, “By the way, I know that your Shafik family has not had a very good life these days, and being beaten by Dumbledore’s good students would not dare to show up again… tell the truth , A bit ashamed of the pure-blood family.”

Draco had already heard that the relationship between his family and the Shafik family might not be so good, otherwise his father would slap Abel Shafik in the face so naked.

“Malfoy, did you come here just to mock me?”

Abel Shafik’s face was pulled down, his tone of voice was bad.

“No, no, of course not.”

Lucius shook his head and said pointedly, “Have you read the latest newspaper?”

“What newspaper?”

Abel Shafik asked unexplainably, he was so busy with Tracy these days, and he was so angry with Fudge that greedy stupid pig, there was no time to read the newspaper.

“Sirius Black…it was my poor relative who escaped from Azkaban.”

Lucius squinted his eyes and played with the teacup in his hand.

“Sirius?”

Abel Shafik frowned, “Oh, the Big Brother of Regulus Black…”

“Almost forgot, your relationship with Regulus has always been bad…but he is dead, and there is no need to cling to the things of the year.”

Lucius thought for a moment and laughed.

“Don’t mention this, what does his escape have to do with me?”

Abel Shafik snorted coldly, “Is it because he is also a Death Eater, we have to help to the end? His Black house has not been ransacked… Besides, my Shafik family has no time and no time now. I’ll take care of him again…”

“of course not.”

Lucius shook his head, and his tone became a little gloomy, “I was just wondering why he had been honestly in Azkaban for 13 years and suddenly escaped… if he wanted to escape, he should have escaped a long time ago. …”

“Do you think that ghost place is so easy to escape?”

Abel Shafik sneered. Tracey’s pupils shrank a little, and endless pain and fear appeared in her eyes.

A few days after she came out, Lucius’ words brought back that terrifying memory. It was dark, no life, no laughter, only those ghost-like dementors and carrion-like smells…

“All in all, I think he must have a purpose in escaping. The thing about his arrest back then was a bit strange…heh, none of the four predators who made Severus angry were simple, even the stupid one. I feel something is wrong with Peter Pettigrew.”

“What are you talking about?”

Abel Shafik interrupted him impatiently, “We rarely contacted after the Dark Lord fell, right? Is it because we came here today to make some inexplicable guesses?”

“Okay, okay. The old days are over.”

Lucius said repeatedly, took out a piece of parchment from his arms, looked at Abel Shafik and smiled, “In this case, let’s get it right.”

Abel Shafik suddenly had some unknown premonitions in his heart.

“After the assessment of the ancient alliance of the Sacred family, the Shafik family has fallen to the lowest echelon. If there is no improvement in the next few years, I believe you know what the consequences are…”

“How dare you guys!”

Abel Shafik was frightened and exclaimed, “Just because of the little trouble the Shafik family has encountered recently? Turn a blind eye to the centuries-old history?”

“I’m sorry, Abel. Even a 15-year-old student can make the Shafik family so embarrassed. The Alliance is very disappointed with your performance and strength…”

“Boom!”

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted abruptly.

Outside the door, there was a deafening explosion.