Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

Seeing his son so serious, Lucius narrowed his eyes and said lightly.

"Have you decided?"

Draco's eyes flashed with a trace of entanglement, but facing his closest family, he was still honest.

"No, but I still want to know the answer. Please teach me, Dad."

Lucius looked at Draco seriously for a long time, and a trace of relief flashed in his eyes.

Then he stood up, picked up the etiquette stick from the ground, and paced in the hall for a while before speaking.

"Do you know why I always bring the Goyle and Crabbe families with me."

Draco thought of his two little followers and hesitated.

"Because they are stupid and obedient."

Lucius said without comment.

"It can only be considered half right, but you don't see through the fundamental reason."

"Half? Reason?"

Draco was puzzled, and then he looked like he was listening humbly.

Lucius also enjoyed the time of parenting.

"Superiors do like loyal and capable subordinates, but human hearts are complicated, and there are spells like brain occlusion. The so-called loyalty is unpredictable."

Draco opened his mouth, but could not come up with a rebuttal.

Lucius seemed to have thought of something, and his expression suddenly became complicated, and then he continued.

"There is a very good saying that people who can be hypocritical for a lifetime are really kind, and the same can be said about loyalty to a person. So even if you have thoughts about him, as long as you are not discovered, it is not considered betrayal."

Draco's mouth was wide open, and his ahoge turned into an exclamation mark!

Dad made it sound so famous that he was two-faced, which shocked his worldview.

Lucius stretched out a hand and put it on Draco's shoulder, saying patiently.

"Reality is not a fairy tale, but naked cruelty. Okay, you will digest this slowly later. Let's talk about old Goyle and old Crabbe."

"Although these two are dull, they have been taught by me for many years and are extremely loyal."

"For difficult things, we can spend money and use connections to find someone to do it, but for private or life-threatening things, it is a foolish choice to let smart people with quick minds do it!

When encountering a family crisis, the position of smart subordinates is debatable. This critical moment reflects the role of the Goyle and Crabbe families. In ancient times, they can also be called dead men or scapegoats."

Speaking of this, Lucius's face was a little unnatural, and he subconsciously touched his nose to cover up the embarrassment.

Draco thought for a while and nodded and shook his head.

"But I'm not stupid."

Lucius glanced at Draco unhappily, and quickly calculated his experience of working under Voldemort in his mind, and then concluded.

"Not all the subordinates of the superior are idiots, and you are not suitable to be a dead soldier."

"Let's put it this way. A qualified follower needs to meet three conditions."

"First, you need to know how to pay for yourself, implicitly or explicitly.

Second, you need to be invisible and efficient, which is easy to understand.

Third, and most importantly, the highest level of a follower is to make the superior inseparable from you. You must play an irreplaceable role in the power you belong to.

Other details are icing on the cake."

After Lucius finished speaking, he stood up and took Narcissa to the study to discuss other things, leaving Draco to think carefully.

Draco's eyes were confused, and he was brainstorming in his mind, thinking about his father's teachings.

And what irreplaceable role he played for Shaw.

Not only the Malfoy family was raising children here, but the same plot was also happening in the Fry family.

But the plot was a little unusual.

Somewhere in the suburbs, there was a low-key and luxurious three-story building.

In the study of the building.

Alice looked at her grandfather, Old Fly, with dissatisfaction.

"Grandfather, you taught me that loyalty must be consistent since childhood. Why is your attitude so ambiguous now? It's even annoying."

The vigorous Old Fly was not angry, and looked at his granddaughter kindly.

"Alice, don't be angry. I don't mean to jump back and forth. Sometimes, we need to look at the problem from the overall situation. Some micro-management is just to check for deficiencies and fill in the gaps for the loyal people."

Alice was full of confusion.

"Grandfather, what do you mean?"

Old Fly took out a silver pendant from his chest with nostalgia in his eyes.

The pendant was triangular, with a circle and a stick standing upright, which was a combination of the Deathly Hallows.

Old Fly gently rubbed the pendant, and said with regret.

"I look forward to the time when I followed Grindelwald to conquer the world. Unfortunately, I am old, and Grindelwald is also old."

Then he looked at Alice steadily.

"But the future belongs to you."

Alice looked at her grandfather who suddenly looked a little depressed, and stepped forward to support him with heartache."Grandfather, you are still young and a handsome old man."

Old Fry was depressed for a moment, then he reached out and gently smoothed his granddaughter's blue hair, with other figures reflected in his eyes.

"For the sake of my ideal, I lost my beloved wife and my two smartest children. At that time, I didn't complain at all. For the greatest benefit, this sacrifice was worth it."

"But the loneliness of the past fifty years has slowly changed my mind. Whenever I see them in my dreams in the middle of the night, whenever I go to the grave to pay tribute to them, my noble and cold heart is gradually gnawed by shame."

"I am a selfish and cold-blooded person, until I saw you grow up and become an excellent person, which made up for the lack of family affection for me for many years."

"I knew that I was wrong. I was sorry for my wife and children. I regretted letting them sacrifice for an ideal that I didn't know whether it would succeed."

Alice thought of her grandfather's love for her over the years, and she shed tears silently with Old Fry, comforting each other.

After a long while, Alice asked.

"Then, then why do you support me to follow the Chief, and why do you want me to monitor him."

Old Fry took out a white handkerchief, wiped Alice's tears, and smiled with tears.

"Just because you like it."

"As for monitoring Shaw? That's not necessary, but I want to know Shaw's character and plan, so that I can guide him to become someone Grindelwald can take a fancy to."

"And all this is just that I have taken a fancy to the remnants of the Witch Party. Since you like it, I will fulfill you and let you and the people you admire take fewer detours."

Alice couldn't help but cover her mouth. She suddenly felt ashamed. Her grandfather's love for her was higher than the mountains and deeper than the sea.

"I'm sorry, grandfather, I shouldn't..."

Old Fry waved his hand and said dotingly.

"It doesn't matter. You didn't do anything wrong. Loyalty is a good virtue. It's just that I didn't explain it clearly before."

Then, Alice began to tell Old Fry about Shaw in detail.

For example, the establishment of the throne, the selection of talents, Shaw's hobbies and the battle of Hogwarts, etc.

Old Furley looked thoughtful, with a gleam in his eyes from time to time.

Suddenly asked.

"Do you like Shaw?"