Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

Wiltshire, Malfoy Manor.

In the study room.

"Unlike individual wizards who would decline in a total war, in local wars or small conflicts, the advantages of wizards as advanced combat units will be infinitely magnified."

Draco flipped through the book, then slammed it on the table.

"can't read."

There was a cautious knock on the door, followed by the sound of heavy hinges, and a shrill voice said, "Master Draco, it's time for dinner. The master wants you to go to the dining room."

"Okay." Draco stood up. "Put the book back in my room."

"Okay." Dobby took the book from Draco, watched Draco leave, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

In the huge restaurant, Draco's leather shoes stepped on the luxurious carpet. The manor was not bright at all. Standing at the door of the restaurant, he could only see two figures sitting quietly at the dining table.

"Dad, Mom." Draco and Narcissa hugged each other.

"Oh, Draco, have you been in the study all day today?" Narcissa asked.

"Not really." Draco shook his head: "I did some exercise outside the manor this morning. Mom, you know I'm too thin. I need to exercise more."

"Good job, sit down." Narcissa waved her hands repeatedly.

"Dad." Draco looked at Lucius again.

At this moment, Lucius looked thinner than before, and the bloodshot veins were more prominent in his pale skin.

This is a manifestation of Lucius's fatigue during this period.

"There have been too many things going on in the ministry lately." Lucius rubbed his eyes and explained casually.

"Is it because of the new Minister?" Draco asked.

"Yes, it is." Lucius nodded. "Scrimgeour is more difficult than we thought. As soon as he took office, he rejected all our overtures.

He also confiscated many vaults in Gringotts, even those of the Lestrange family. This incident caused dissatisfaction among the French Lestrange family, and they formally filed a complaint against the Ministry of Magic at the International Confederation of Wizards the day before yesterday.

I thought this matter would have a good outcome, but I didn't expect Scrimgeour's attitude to be so unbelievably tough."

"My aunt's safe was confiscated?" Draco was a little surprised. Of course, in his heart, he silently said, "Serves him right."

But at the same time, I feel a little regretful, if only the money could be given to my own family.

"Yeah." Lucius nodded. "Let's eat. I have to go to the Floo soon."

"Going out again? It's already night time." Narcissa said a little worried.

"That's right." Lucius raised his knife and fork. "The Department of Magical Transportation is planning to introduce magic carpets. This kind of family transportation is a great threat to the Floo Network."

Over the years, while living off his old capital, Lucius has also been constantly acting as a political and business broker to make profits for his family.

If it works this time, maybe I can even get some shares from Feilubang.

Besides the magic carpet, Lucius knew some other news.

For example, a small toy of Arthur Weasley caused quite a stir at the previous expo. The Muggle flying car was really a piece of crap!

And now, this Arthur actually wants to take advantage of the expo to legalize flying cars. You know, there has already been the Knight Public Train, so there is not much legal resistance to flying cars.

He knew that Arthur Weasley definitely didn't have that much business sense and there was definitely someone behind him directing him.

Flying cars are also something that can affect the business of the Floo Network. As long as this is added, it will not be difficult to bite off a piece of meat from the Floo Network.

And now that he doesn't eat meat, he doesn't know whether he will be able to maintain such influence in the Ministry of Magic in the future.

Damn Scrimgeour.

After a quiet dinner, Draco wiped his mouth with a handkerchief near the end, and after thinking it over, he decided to speak.

"Dad, is the Dark Lord really back?" he asked.

Lucius was holding up a spoon that suddenly froze in mid-air. After a moment, he put the spoon down, wiped his hands with a handkerchief, and asked, "Why do you think so?"

"Two consecutive Dark Marks last term," Draco said. "That has to be a sign, right?"

"Maybe. Why are you so concerned about this matter?" Lucius continued to ask.

He smelled something bad.

"I want to join the Death Eaters." Draco suddenly said, making the atmosphere in the entire restaurant cold again.

"That's enough!" Lucius rebuked softly, "Don't say such stupid things again in the future."

"Why?" Draco continued to ask: "Isn't it good to join the Death Eaters and work with the Dark Lord?"

"Okay?!" Lucius' voice was extremely serious: "Draco, don't think that Death Eaters are a good thing. Death Eaters are accompanied by danger. Do you want to see me find your body in Diagon Alley one night?!"

"Who is the danger?" Draco continued, his tone gradually slowing down.

"You-Know-Who—or is it the Auror?"

Mystery man?!

Lucius savored his son's words, then reacted instantly.

What followed was a sense of disbelief.

"You don't want to join the Death Eaters you want to know how the Death Eaters feel about the Dark Lord?"

In fact, after seeing Lucius's expression, Draco already got the answer.

Obviously, even for a Death Eater, staying with the mysterious man was not a safe choice. He had already vaguely seen his father's fear of the mysterious man.

Not to mention - the mysterious man would kill people, and after the mysterious man's fall, even the most dangerous criminals would just be locked up in prison.

"Dad, do you think that even if the You-Know-Who didn't die, even if he really became the winner of the Wizarding War, would we be the winners?" Draco asked seriously.

"Draco." Narcissa frowned, her face pale, and her voice trembling: "What nonsense are you talking about? Your father was controlled by the Imperius Curse back then, and was forced to do those things unwillingly!"

Draco was stunned, then nodded.

"I was the one who said something stupid, Mom and Dad."

After that, he stood up and bowed slightly: "I'm full, enjoy your meal."

Then he walked out of the restaurant.

The restaurant became quiet again, even the sound of breathing became much fainter.

A moment later, Lucius suddenly exhaled a long breath as if he had just surfaced, and then continued to take deep breaths.

"He He."

"Maybe he's just thinking too much. You know, boys of this age like to think too much." Narcissa hurriedly comforted her.

"Maybe," Lucius said, supporting himself with his elbows on the table.

"Something's wrong, Narcissa. I don't feel right." Lucius' pupils kept flickering.

"Draco, that's too fast."

"What's too fast?" Narcissa asked.

"The first time I spoke to my father like this was when I was twenty-five," said Lucius.

"His thoughts, and other things, other things, all made me feel that they were moving too fast.

It feels like yesterday he was expecting me to buy him a birthday present, but today he is standing in front of me, engaging in a war of words with me."

"Don't think too much." Narcissa kept patting her husband's back gently to soothe Lucius' emotions.

However, what made Lucius even more troublesome was that he had to erase this memory.

"Narcissa, help me extract this memory. If the Dark Lord knew about this conversation, I'm afraid Draco would..."