The Magic Throne at Hogwarts

"Damn Flint, you're as stupid as your troll's buck-toothed son!"

The patriarchs of the pure-blood family, who were grouped together on the opposite side, also stood up and pulled out their wands.

"Haha, do you want to start a war?"

"I've been going crazy lately, and I just want to vent my anger on you, a big fool."

Don't look at these people who are five or six outside, in front of the same class, they are actually not much better, no different from rogues.

Few can be called true nobles.

At this time, a vicious tall and strong man slammed the table down.

"That's enough, you're always like this, forgetting about the glory and demeanor of pure blood, and a position meeting has been arguing for a month without discussing a result!"

The man's name was Yaxley (the guy who chased Harry's trio at the Ministry of Magic in the Deathly Hallows movie), and he was an exceptionally vicious and ruthless fellow.

The confronting people stared at each other fiercely, and sat back on their seats by taking advantage of the slope.

The proprietor of the largest dark magic item shop in Knockturn Alley, the treacherous Borgin Bock, who was playing with a bloody eyeball, spoke in his greasy tone at the right moment.

"If you say one thousand, if you say ten thousand, you still have to confirm the specific situation of the Dark Lord, or has no one received the message from the Dark Lord?"

Everyone shook their heads, silent but well aware.

With the character of the Dark Lord, he would not take the initiative to meet these servants when he was down and down.

Even if they do meet, they will only choose one or two most loyal people to help revive them. As for those duplicitous ones, hehe, they are all present.

After all, the most loyal Death Eaters are all squatting in Azkaban eating black bread.

Bojinbok sighed, and then proposed.

"As for Shor, based on his performance at Hogwarts, he doesn't reject pure blood, but he doesn't like the idea of ​​pure blood supremacy. If it is determined that the Dark Lord is really defeated, or that he is really not the opponent of Shor, then You can join LaShaoer, and there is a place for Black here."

The remaining patriarchs of the pure-blood families, such as Avery, Selwyn, and Travers nodded straightly.

"I can see it."

"It doesn't matter who you follow, and it doesn't matter if you don't follow."

"Anyway, I didn't embezzle much of Black's property, so you should spit it out quickly."

But Old Nott and those people still refused to agree.

"No, Xiao Er is also worthy of bowing his head?"

"Hmph, don't mention the Dark Lord, Dumbledore is not dead yet, we will discuss this matter later."

"If you don't say anything, I will support the Dark Lord. Only by following him can the glory of pure blood be restored."

"Yes, I also support the Dark Lord, tsk tsk, I really want to ruthlessly kill those lowly people again!"

These opponents are not only the biggest beneficiaries of the embezzlement of Black's family property, but also want to follow Voldemort to kill innocent people indiscriminately.

Naturally, the background of the British Pure Blood Society is not limited to these people in front of them, but those few old antiques usually do not show up until the life and death of pure blood.

Even Voldemort back then didn't have the face to let those people come out to support him.

So no one can stay in the place, and it is estimated that it will be another meeting that ends without a problem.

Lucius shook his head as he watched the people divided into three factions in the arena, got up and walked out with a ceremonial stick.

Thinking all the way back to the manor, I saw Draco sitting on the sofa with his head down in the hall.

Lucius was stunned for a moment, a trace of tenderness flashed in his eyes, and then he straightened his face.

"Draco, didn't I give you a mission to stay at Black's house for a few days?"

"Also, what makes you so embarrassed?"

Draco raised his head and looked at his father, wanting to rush to hug his father's leg and act like a baby like before.

But his body paused, and then he drooped his head again, his platinum hair covered all his expressions.

Lucius hated him for being indisputable, and felt distressed, but his father's responsibilities did not allow Draco, a son, to be weak.

Lucius stepped forward quickly, threw the ceremonial stick aside, pressed his hands on Draco's small shoulders, and said very seriously.

"Thinking about loyalty again? Why are you still so naive! Forgot what I told you? In front of the family and relatives, everything else can be used as bargaining chips, as long as the Malfoy surname can be passed on forever."

Draco raised his head, his eyes filled with tears, but he tried not to cry out.

Narcissa, who was preparing delicious food for her son in the nearby kitchen, walked out quickly after hearing the noise.

Seeing the serious husband and the aggrieved son, I felt a twinge in my heart, and hurried forward to push the husband away, and put the son in my arms.

"Xiaolong, don't be afraid, your father didn't mean to kill you."

Lucius was pushed away, without blaming his wife, and sat on the sofa next to him with a dejected expression.

"Sissy, now is not the time to spoil Draco, it's time for him to take responsibility for the family!"

Narcissa rarely refuted Lucius.

"Shor is not only strong, but also has a close relationship with our family, and the child has such a strong relationship with Xiaolong. There is no reason to hesitate."

Lucius shook his head and sighed, no longer proud, rubbed his temples and said.

"You don't understand, the situation has changed suddenly recently, not only the return of the Dark Lord, but also the resurgence of the Witch Party, Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic are also very tense, and now there is something like Shaw, we made a little mistake , the destruction of the family is just around the corner!"

Narcissa was stunned, did not expect that the seemingly peaceful magic world was already in such a precarious situation?

Draco, who had been huddled in Narcissa's arms, suddenly broke away from his mother's arms, stood up and wiped away his tears, and made himself look decent.

Under the surprised eyes of the couple, they asked solemnly.

"Father, as a follower, what qualifications should I have?"

Chapter 98

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

"Have you decided?"

A trace of entanglement flashed in Draco's eyes, but facing the closest family members, he still said honestly.

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

Lucius looked at Draco seriously for a while, a gleam of relief flashed in his eyes.

Then he stood up, picked up the ceremonial stick from the ground, and walked around the hall for a while before speaking.

"Know why I keep taking the Goyles and the Crabbes with me."

Draco hesitated, thinking of his two little followers.

"Because they are stupid and obedient."

Lucius said noncommittally.

"It's only half right, but you haven't seen the root cause."

"Half? Why?"

Draco was puzzled for a moment, and then he listened humbly again.

Lucius also enjoys parenting moments.

"Superiors really like loyal and capable subordinates, but people's hearts are complicated, and there are spells like Occlumency. The so-called loyalty is basically unpredictable."

Draco opened his mouth, but couldn't come up with a rebuttal.

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

"There is a saying that is very good. A person who can be hypocritical for a lifetime is really kind. The loyalty to a person can also be compared in the same way, so even if you have other thoughts in your heart, as long as you are not found out, it is not considered a betrayal. .”

Draco's mouth opened wide, and his dull hair turned into an exclamation point!

Dad's two-faced and three-sword talk is so well-known, which makes his three views a little bit shocked.

Lucius put a hand on Draco's shoulder and said patiently.

"The reality is not a fairy tale, but naked cruelty. Well, you will digest this slowly in the future, and talk about old Gower and old Crabbe."

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

"For difficult things, we can spend money and relationships to find someone to do it, but for privacy or hard work, it is a stupid choice to let smart people with active minds do it!

When encountering a family crisis, the position of the clever subordinates is open to question. At this critical moment, it reflects the role of the Gore and the Crabbe family. In ancient times, they could also be called dead men or scapegoats. "

Speaking of this, Lucius felt a little unnatural on his face, and subconsciously touched his nose to cover up his embarrassment.

Draco thought for a moment and shook his head.

"But I'm not stupid."

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

"The subordinates of the superior are not all idiots, and your position is not suitable to be a dead soldier."

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

"First, know how to pay yourself, implicit or explicit.

Second, it is easy to understand that it is invisible and neat.

The third and most important point is that the highest state of a follower is to make the superior cannot leave you. You must have an irreplaceable role in the power you belong to.

All other details are icing on the cake. "

After Lucius finished speaking, he got up and took Narcissa to the study to discuss other matters, leaving Draco to think about it alone.

Draco's eyes were confused, all kinds of brainstorming in his mind, thinking about his father's teachings.

And what irreplaceable role does he have for Xiao Er.

Not only the Malfoy family is raising children here, but roughly the same plot is also happening in the Foley family.

But the plot is a bit unusual.

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

In the study of the small building.

Alice looked at her grandfather Foley with dissatisfaction.