The third Dark Lord came from Hogwarts

The old man was very happy.

Lucius was silent for a moment and put his cane on the table.

"I wonder what Mr. Grindelwald thinks of the Dark Lord's prophecy?"

"The one about Harry and Voldemort?"

"Yes."

Hearing Lucius's cautious response, Argus shook his head and chuckled.

Prophecy?

Whose prophecy can compare with his father's?

Having the Eye of Prophecy as well, Argus has always disdained such illusory things.

Instead of putting the chips on the unpredictable, it is better to take everything into your own hands!

He picked up the wand and waved it, and the water in the teapot seemed to be heated by something.

It made a gurgling sound.

In just a few seconds, it started to boil.

This scene was so casual that Lucius' pupils shrank slightly.

Silent spellcasting!

Even if it was just a simple heating of a teapot, it was not something that ordinary wizards could accomplish!

It required extreme familiarity with this spell, and at the same time, one's own magical attainments had to reach an extremely high level.

Even most Aurors could not accomplish it!

Lucius had thought that he had already underestimated Argus's talent, but he did not expect that he still underestimated him.

"I have a question for you, Mr. Malfoy."

Lucius sat straight and said respectfully: "Mr. Grindelwald, please speak."

"Do you think the water in this teapot is hot or cold?"

"The water in the teapot?" Lucius could not figure out what Argus meant for a moment.

The water was still bubbling, and you knew it was definitely hot without even looking at it!

Is there anything to argue about?

He was about to speak when Argus snapped his fingers.

The kettle, which was just steaming, suddenly cooled down.

"The future has always been in the hands of the strong."

"Only the weak will rely on prophecies without basis."

"Isn't it?"

Lucius looked at Argus's confident eyes and evaded unconsciously.

Yes, if everything really depends on prophecies, what is the meaning of his years of hard work?

The Malfoy family has gone through years of trials and tribulations and finally became a member of the twenty-eight pure bloods. Is it because of the so-called prophecy?

No!

Malfoy's ancestors have climbed out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood time and time again, relying on their control of the situation on all sides and their keen sense of smell far beyond ordinary people!

And now, it's time to decide Malfoy's fate again!

He raised his eyes, and his eyes were more serious than Argus had ever seen.

"Mr. Grindelwald, I want to complete a deal with you."

"Or rather, a promise from you."

"What promise?"

"If, I mean if one day in the future, the Malfoy family encounters a catastrophe, I hope you can help save Draco. In return, the Malfoy family's books and connections will all be open to you!"

Agus's expression became serious.

He secretly sighed in his heart.

As expected of Malfoy, he realized the possible changes in the future so early.

Bet on various forces in advance!

With Lucius's intelligence, he must have known the relationship between Draco and Harry.

Narcissa and I have long been labeled as Death Eaters, and Draco was placed in the hands of ourselves and Dumbledore.

In the future, no matter which side wins, the continuation of the Malfoy family can be guaranteed.

Sure enough, none of the pure-blood families that can survive to this day are simple!

"Mr. Malfoy, you should know the relationship between Draco and me."

"If something happens to him one day in the future, I can't..."

"It's different!" Lucius interrupted Argus.

"I know Draco, he's a bit...straightforward."

"What I want is a promise to save him once, no matter the cost!"

"Only once!"

"After this time, if the child has any problems again, it has nothing to do with you, Malfoy will never complain!"

"Okay, I promise."

Argus's straightforward answer almost made Lucius fail to react.

He was ready for Argus to ask for a big price, but he didn't expect the other party to not even ask.

"Mr. Grindelwald, you...you..."

"Do you want to ask me why I agreed so quickly?"

Argus had expected it, and looked towards the door.

He spoke lightly.

"Some things can't be measured by interests."

He stood up and put on a polite smile on his face again.

"I think Draco's things should be almost bought."

"Mr. Malfoy, let's go together?"

Lucius stood up and saluted.

"As you wish!"

……

Floral Marks

Bookstore.

Gilderoy Lockhart has finished signing books, and several reporters from the Daily Prophet are surrounding him to take pictures.

A standard eight-tooth smile.

When he turned his head to face the camera, Harry's eyes lit up.

"No way, Harry Potter!"

His words instantly focused everyone's attention on Harry.

Harry's face was black and gray at this time, and he was extremely embarrassed. He kept dodging in the crowd.

Ron seemed not to see Harry's embarrassment, and pushed Harry hard to come in front of the crowd.

"Hurry up, Harry! Mr. Lockhart is a famous adventurer!"

"Go take a picture with him!"

His voice was loud, and he wanted everyone to know that he was Harry's good friend.

"Get out of the way, Weasley!"

Draco pushed Ron away dissatisfied.

"Whether Harry wants to take a photo is his own choice. He is just an adventurer. Only you would take him seriously!"

"Shut up, Malfoy!" Ron's cheeks flushed, and he was obviously angry at Draco's words.

"Am I wrong? You just use Harry as a tool to show off!"

"Draco, don't be angry. It's just a photo. It's okay."

Although Harry was grateful for Draco's help, he didn't want to embarrass his two good friends.

He came to Lockhart with a stiff upper lip.

Seeing Harry coming, Lockhart's face looked better.

Draco's words just now were indeed a bit harsh, but the Malfoy family was not something he could offend.

He could only swallow his anger.

Fortunately, this savior was quite sensible.

As the spotlights around him lit up, the sound of cameras clicking continued.

Ron's expression became more and more proud.

So what if you and Harry knew each other earlier?

Isn't he more inclined to me?

Otherwise, why would he listen to me and take a photo with Lockhart?

Looking at Ron's provocative eyes, Draco couldn't hold back any longer and threw a punch!

The two men wrestled into a ball in an instant!

Harry wanted to stop them immediately, but Lockhart was holding him tightly and taking photos, not giving him any chance to escape.

Anxious, he could only shout.

"Stop, stop!"

"Stop fighting!"

At this time, the Weasley family was taking Ginny to buy various items needed for the start of school, and they had no idea what was happening here.

At this moment, the door of the bookstore opened.

Lucius followed Argus into the bookstore.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw his son and Ron fighting.

He looked down at Argus, his face burning.

"Draco! Stop it!"

Lucius stepped forward, grabbed Draco and was about to leave.

But Ron, who had suffered a loss, was not willing to give up. He rushed forward and continued to punch and kick Draco.

Lucius was already full of anger, and he became even more annoyed when he saw Ron being so tactless.

He swung his sleeves hard and threw him aside.

The next second, the door of the bookstore opened again.

The Weasley family just opened the door and ran into the scene of Ron being thrown away.

Ron was also emboldened when he saw his parents.

He pointed at Lucius and cried aggrievedly.

"Dad! He hit me!"