Everyday players at Hogwarts

The Malfoy family is just like their surname. They always tend to choose a party that is more beneficial to them, far away from danger and blame. They may not necessarily hold a value unswervingly, and are born opportunists.

The same goes for the choice between purebloods and non-magical groups.

The original Malfoy, Armand Malfoy, like the ancestors of many other noble English families, arrived in England with William I as part of the invading Norman army.

At this time, although the Malfoy family also talked about pure blood, they still preferred the non-magical group, that is, Muggles.

Armand Malfoy also received an excellent land grant in Wiltshire for his unknown and hidden services to William I, where he built Malfoy Manor shortly after 1066.

The same is true for the descendants of Armand Malfoy. Relying on their magic, they have made a lot of wealth from catering to non-magical groups. They have managed and expanded their influence by annexing the lands of neighboring Muggles. The land of Walter County, flattering the royal family to add Muggle treasures and art to the ever-expanding collection.

On the other hand, in the wizarding world, they also used their wealth to please the rich and powerful upper class, and quickly integrated into it.

As for the Muggle world, they were also fully integrated into the British Muggle upper class around 1692, and even successfully participated in Muggle money market transactions and asset transactions.

At this time, the Malfoy family can be said to be both wizards and Muggles.

But after the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy was forcibly passed, they severed all ties with Muggle society and showed a face that had never been friendly to Muggles.

This incident made the Malfoys understand one thing, it is not enough to have money alone, but also to have power.

Therefore, in the following years, the Malfoy family used the wealth gained from the Muggle world to begin to win over the newly established British Ministry of Magic.

By the generation of Draco Malfoy's grandfather, Septimus Malfoy, their years of hard work finally bore fruit, and their power had reached its peak.

In the late 18th century, Septimus Malfoy even made his puppet Angus Osbert the Minister of Magic.

It was Draco's grandfather Abraxas Malfoy who contributed to the premature resignation of Nobby Lucky, the first Muggle-born Minister of Magic in history.

But since the Malfoy family bet on Voldemort, that is, Lucius Malfoy's generation, they are like Mercury going backwards. First, they were fined a lot of gold because of the Death Eaters. In the selection of the Minister of Magic, It also gave Dumbledore's fanboy Fudge the position of Minister of Magic.

Fudge's victory was actually normal. At that time, almost everyone wanted Dumbledore to become Minister of Magic, but Dumbledore directly refused.

During the campaign, Fudge never strayed from Dumbledore, and repeatedly said that he would write to Dumbledore for his opinion on every decision he made.

And he does this in his daily work.

In this way, Fudge became the well-deserved Minister of Magic by relying on a lot of letters with Dumbledore.

The Malfoys could only swallow their pain and lick their wounds.

But in any case, it has been almost hundreds of years since the Malfoys showed much kindness to Muggle society, let alone wearing Muggle clothes and picking up people at the train station like Muggles.

The Malfoy family never appeared on this side of the platform where there were many Muggles. They always stayed on the inside and finally used the portkey to go home.

Only pro-Muggle or portkey-averse wizarding families waited outside for their children to pass through the walls.

At this moment, the appearance of Lucius Malfoy and her wife outside the platform made many wizards dressed as Muggles stunned, especially since they were standing next to their old enemies, the Weasley family.

All of this happened because two days ago, Rita Skeeter was happily in her room, trembling slightly as she looked at the hot photos that had just been washed out of her crocodile leather handbag - now, even Dumbledore can't stop her!

As for Lucius Malfoy? That was no longer a concern after her boss saw a few photos and the words she wrote later.

If it was Septimus's time, or when Voldemort was still alive, her boss would still be afraid of the Malfoy family.

But now, the previous concession was just because there was no more authoritative argument later, and her readers were eager to see arguments similar to photos.

As the most powerful ace reporter of the Daily Prophet, she does not have to stay in a small room at the Daily Prophet in London like other young reporters except for attendance.

And she only needs to lie down on her own dragon skin sofa. Except for the space dedicated to writing, the rest of the table is filled with snacks such as pineapple preserves. She can easily take out a bottle of Qinglie under the table. of sherry.

She doesn't even need to write by herself. Her most precious and cherished peacock feather automatic pen will perfectly write down the words in her mind. However, this also makes her fingers thick and fat, and she is completely unlike a journalist who is engaged in writing. .

At this moment, she was lying on her dragon skin sofa, with a roll of parchment spread out on the table beside her. She reached into her crocodile leather handbag again, took out a long, dazzling green quill pen with her fat hand, put the tip of the green quill pen into her mouth, sucked it savory for a while, and then Like kissing a lover's lips.

Then she put the photos in front of her eyes, while the quill on the table stood vertically on the parchment, and the quill tube stood on the tip of the pen, trembling slightly.

She snapped her fingers, soft music began to play, and the pen swished across the parchment accompanied by the beautiful music. Lines of sharp text appeared on the blank parchment...

"I almost fell asleep. Next, the entire wizarding world will know the little secret between Harry Potter and his two friends, and my name will also be - haha!" Rita Skeeter stood up and stretched her body. , put on her jeweled glasses, picked up the parchment on the table and looked at it carefully. When she showed a satisfied smile, she picked up the green quill that had fallen on the table and sucked on it. got up.

.......

"I'm sorry Rita, I'm afraid we can't sell this article?" A fat bald wizard looked at the news and photos that could bring huge sales to their Daily Prophet.

"Is it that idiot Fudge? He wants to temporarily turn to Dumbledore again to attract popularity?" Rita Skeeter raised a thick eyebrow.

"No, I think not." A long and slender hand picked up the photos.

"Sirius Black? Why are you here? In the Daily Prophet?" Rita Skeeter shrank her neck. She still remembered the scene of Sirius laughing crazily in front of the Muggles and Peter Pettigrew's remains.

"I bought it." Sirius opened the wine cabinet and took out a bottle of red wine.