Primordial Warlock of Hogwarts

Dobby left, trembling.

DeWitt half-closed his eyes and remained silent, neither looking nor paying attention to the Malfoy family's welcome.

It was Ms. Feier who spoke. Obviously she didn't understand the complicated etiquette. She could only say normally: "We received an invitation, so we are here. It shouldn't be too late, right?"

She showed a kind smile, just like greeting a familiar neighbor. This is an equal greeting.

At this time, the Malfoy couple slowly walked down the steps. They were dignified and elegant, with a noble look on their faces, and an elusive expression of looking at everything in the world. Then they stood in front of Ms. Feier. .Mr. Malfoy's back was straight, his elbows were still, he stretched out his right hand and let it hang there. An inexplicable smile flashed across his lips and he said, "Lucius Malfoy, this is my wife Narcissa."

If she wanted to shake hands at this distance, Ms. Feyre would either have to take a few steps forward or bend down - she was not as tall as Mr. Malfoy, and even Mrs. Malfoy was a forehead taller than her.But she didn't care, and simply took a step forward and shook Mr. Malfoy's hand, but maybe it was because of nervousness - Ms. Feier didn't take off her gloves, so after shaking her hand, she regretted it and felt that she had lost her hand. Etiquette, looking at DeWitt uneasily, wanting DeWitt to give him an idea, do you want to apologize?

However, DeWitt still had his eyes half-closed. He looked very relaxed, but in fact he was very annoyed.

Mr. Malfoy's face began to turn blue and gray after shaking hands. He also felt that he was humiliated, but his good qualities still allowed him to hold back. The noble family education was reflected. Perhaps at this moment, his anger was even greater than DeWitt's. It is prosperous, but it is not visible on the surface.Likewise, his wife, with an expression of incomprehension, gave up the idea of ​​shaking hands with Ms. Fierre.

"Please," Mr. Malfoy's expression changed again and again. He turned around and led the way to the open-air balcony on the second floor, and shouted again: "Dobby! Damn it! Come and get some tea!"

The house elf poured steaming tea for everyone seated, then disappeared with the plates in hand.

"Then let's get straight to the point," Lucius Malfoy didn't want to waste any more time. He had an scheduled banquet to attend with his wife tonight. At that banquet, he had agreed to discuss matters with the Ministry of Magic. A high-ranking official got on the line, and he had prepared generous gifts for this purpose.Naturally, after spending a lot of money, the Malfoy family urgently needs an income to replenish their blood. He said: "We are very sincere, as my son conveyed, but we are not taken advantage of and will not take the money." Throw it to a useless place..."

Ms. Feier got no response from DeWitt. She could only smile, sitting upright with her hands folded in her lap and her eyes wandering.

Mr. Malfoy continued to talk, stating the pros and cons, excluding the meaningless remarks. The conditions he gave were very simple - he wanted DeWitt to cooperate in issuing a statement, claiming that everyone else involved was a liar. Only on this basis , the Malfoy family will cooperate, and after the income results are calculated, DeWitt will be given [-]% of the profit - the reason is also very simple, the Malfoy family can't come up with cash now.

The silence of DeWitt and Freya was regarded as a reflection of approval. Mr. Malfoy felt that his eloquence had greatly improved. When he was satisfied, he stopped and graciously gave time to think, and at the same time he did not forget to give his wife It was estimated that the time was almost up for free play. Narcissa Malfoy said, "How are you two thinking about it?"

Ms. Feier was in a state of confusion. She could see how outrageous this was. Of course she knew that DeWitt would not fail to see it, so she simply said nothing and waited for DeWitt to make up his mind.

"I feel...bad," DeWitt said slowly.

The Malfoys frowned at the same time. They did not take DeWitt seriously, while Lucius Malfoy criticized tactfully: "Madam, I don't know why you brought your child with you. , but the serious business the adults are talking about is not something he can participate in. I think you need to strengthen your education."

Narcissa Malfoy looked gentler. She said to DeWitt with a fake smile, "There are some snacks here, why don't you try them?"

"I'm afraid you've misunderstood," Ms. Feier said absently. "I listen to my children."

Lucius said with an ugly face: "This joke is not funny."

"That's what it is," Ms. Feier said.

"So..." Lucius confirmed that he had been tricked, and he said sinisterly: "Have you already decided?"

Ms. Feier didn't hesitate: "If my kids don't change their tune, that's it."

"Have you decided to bear the price?" Lucius said arrogantly: "I don't think you can understand the price of being an enemy of the Malfoy family - I am going to attend the banquet of the Minister of Magic Fudge tonight, and be friends with me tomorrow night The pure-blood families also want to meet to discuss some business, and you... a witch married to a Muggle, a mixed-blood little wizard - we have given you the honor of being invited into the manor, but you don't accept our offer. Good intentions, this is really confusing, where do you have the confidence to refuse the good intentions of the Malfoy family?"

"Oh my god, I can't stand it anymore," DeWitt complained to Ms. Feier. He changed to a more casual sitting position, leaned lazily on the back of the chair, crossed his legs and said in distress: "Where are you? What gives you the confidence to come? You threatened me, ignored our wishes, and kept talking about compliments. In fact, there is no respect at all. We can't see your sincerity... Are we wrong? Do we have any grudges? Why are you doing this? Treat us?"

This is a perennially confusing question. Everyone knows that everyone is equal, and even this truth is considered by most people to be the main tone of the world. But when some people get more things, they will always Thinking that he is different, he categorizes others, always pushing things to the last step, only to regret it, but he does not understand the crux of the problem, so DeWitt wants to ask, he really wants to know the answer, but the answer He already knew it too - because Mr. Malfoy's demeanor told DeWitt that he didn't care at all.

This pure-blooded aristocrat has written on his forehead the idea of ​​​​looking for food. His prejudiced thoughts have long been rooted in the deepest part of his mind, growing out of the sea and turning into a towering tree.

"We should treat people of any status with the same etiquette. We invite you to come and allow you to sit at the same table with us." Lucius interrupted DeWitt arrogantly: "That's all we can do. The utmost sincerity within the limits of tolerance.”

It was an unexpected and disappointing answer, and it was also a laugh-out-loud joke.

"Hahaha..." So after a brief silence, DeWitt laughed. He laughed and said: "Haha, this is really interesting. After thinking about it, I think it is not good to take drastic measures. , do you know how long I hesitated at Hogwarts? More than a week! I always think that violence is not good, and violence is used for external purposes. Today's society is very beautiful, already great, and I can't be so extreme, So I took this woman with me—prepare to see everything.”

I really didn't expect that this kid didn't have any self-awareness, and he was also infected with madness!Lucius was already ready to drive them away. He said in disgust: "I thought you just didn't understand the rules, but I didn't expect you to be a lunatic - you don't even respect your mother, so you are probably crazy."

"I've seen it," DeWitt ignored Mr. Malfoy's words and said calmly, "So you are the ones to blame for all this."

After saying this, DeWitt made up his mind, and he quickly kicked the table over with violent force - flipping the table - this is a pun.