Ch 791-795

Under Ivan's question, Umbridge quickly explained it.

Three days ago, when she was passing by the foyer, she happened to hear a few students talking about the assembly, so she stopped them and asked about it when she was curious.

"In the beginning, these annoying little ghosts did not intend to tell the truth, but after I threatened a few words to tell their parents about this matter, and expelled them all, these little ghosts took everything from the gathering that day. Let it be revealed..."

Umbridge said with some pride, and the movements of his hands did not stop. The black quill was constantly writing and drawing on the parchment, but the strange thing was that the writing on the parchment was blood red.

And every time Umbridge slid a stroke on it, the back of her hand would be cracked and the same scratch appeared. After a small half of the paper was filled, the scratches on the back of the hand were connected, and there was a faint mark on it. With [Comply with the school rules and disciplines].

It's just that this little injury did not interfere with Umbridge's interest in speaking, or the needle-like tingling sensation made her more excited.

Listening to Umbridge's account, Ivan nodded. It seemed that the situation was better than he thought. It was not that someone took the initiative to contact Umbridge to report him, but that someone was accidentally caught while talking. Umbridge heard it.

As for the little ghosts who revealed the information about the gathering, Ivan did not mean to blame them. After all, they are all underage little wizards. They can't stand the scares. The average students are still very afraid of dropping out and calling their parents...

Umbridge was still talking endlessly. "After I learned that there was an illegal student organization in the school, I reported the matter to the Ministry of Magic. Minister Fudge thought it must be Dumbledore's backing, so the temporary meeting passed the "Education Order No. 24". ", and let me investigate this matter thoroughly..."

"So, does the Ministry of Magic already know?" Ivan muttered to himself, touching his chin.

Last time, after discovering that the so-called "interest group" had more than one hundred members, he guessed that this matter must be concealed.

It's just that Ivan didn't expect to be exposed so quickly. He originally thought Umbridge would not notify Fudge so quickly.

Fortunately, Dumbledore helped him carry the pot...

Ivan thought for a while, and soon he noticed, and immediately spoke. "Well, let's go, Umbridge... Next time you go back, tell Fudge that this illegal student organization is indeed related to Dumbledore."

"But this old slicker is very careful. You can't catch his handle for the time being. You need some time to collect evidence. Remember?" Ivan looked at Umbridge and ordered seriously.

Before the preparation work of the original plan was completed, Ivan did not intend to head-on with the Ministry of Magic, and avoiding trouble for the time being was the right move.

Of course, this time will not be long. According to the latest information he has obtained, Voldemort can't wait. Within a month, there will be an optimal time to attack the Ministry...

Umbridge didn't dare to disobey Ivan's instructions, and took all these instructions in his heart.

"If the Minister of Magic Fudge is unfortunately killed, who will be the next successor?" Ivan suddenly asked.

Umbridge was stunned, unable to pay attention to Ivan's meaning, but under the control of the Imperius Curse, he thought about it and replied.

"It will most likely be Rufus Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror Office. He is currently the most popular candidate for the next minister. Of course, the Director of the Executive Division, Pierce Sinkenis, also has the opportunity..."

"Rufus and Pierce?" Ivan touched his chin, thinking of the two people's intelligence in his mind.

They don't seem to be any good characters to deal with. The original time and space are all resistanceists. If they did not surrender to Voldemort, it is naturally unlikely that they will take refuge in themselves.

The end of the two was not very good, Rufus was tortured to death, Pierce was controlled by the Imperius Curse and became the puppet minister.

Although he can learn Voldemort to use the Imperius Curse to forcibly control a Minister of Magic, it is not a long-term solution after all...

While Ivan was thinking about it, Umbridge suddenly twitched and pointed at himself.

"The one who can be the Minister of Magic...and me!"

Her current position is the Senior Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Magic, and naturally has the qualifications to serve as Minister of Magic, but she has a shallow foundation and not many people are willing to support her, so she is not a popular candidate.

It is based on this that she is willing to become Fudge's **** against Dumbledore, hoping that after taking down Dumbledore, she will receive the full support of Minister Fudge and become the most powerful candidate to succeed the Minister of Magic in the future.

"You... forget it?" Ivan glanced at Umbridge, thinking she was thinking beautifully.

Although in a sense, Umbridge is very suitable, has the possibility of becoming the Minister of Magic, and is a good dogleg who is obedient enough, but Ivan does not have any good feelings for her~www.mtlnovel.com~choose She was really a bit reluctant to be a minister.

After Ivan explicitly refused, Umbridge was somewhat disappointed.

It's just that Ivan didn't bother to pay attention to her emotional changes, and then asked about the Ministry of Magic's information.

Under the control of the Imperius Curse, Umbridge didn't dare to conceal the slightest, and confided everything she knew. As the senior vice minister of the Ministry of Magic, she knew most of the secrets of the Ministry.

"You mean, the Ministry of Magic also has an anti-ghosting alchemy circle?" Ivan asked curiously after listening to Umbridge's account.

"Yes, Mr. Hals, but it will only be activated in an emergency." Umbridge responded with a very submissive voice.

"For example, during the last Wizarding War, the Ministry of Magic opened the anti-phantom shifting alchemy circle, and blocked all the fireplaces. With the defense circle inside the Ministry of Magic, the headquarters became an unconquerable fortress. ... resisted the attacks of mysterious people several times."

"No wonder Voldemort was unwilling to attack the Ministry of Magic, because he tried it in the last war and suffered some dark losses and failed to make it?" Ivan's eyes showed a certain degree of clarity.

In the original time and space, after Dumbledore's death, Voldemort was no longer able to compete with his opponent.

But even so, this cruel black demon didn't mean to direct people to attack the Ministry of Magic. Instead, he chose to corrode and control the Ministry of Magic's high officials around the corner, and indirectly control this place.

Ivan had always believed that Voldemort was as unwilling as himself to increase subsequent management costs. Now it seems that the Ministry of Magic's protective circle is indeed desirable, at least it will make Voldemort feel unsuitable for head-on.

Since the outside is not easy to attack, it can only begin to disintegrate inside, which is exactly what he meant...

"Which department is responsible for protecting the circle and blocking the fireplace?" Ivan asked.

"It's the Department of Mystery Affairs and the Department of Magic Transportation..." Umbridge replied without hesitation.

"Very good..." Ivan thought of the intelligence of these two departments in his mind. After a while, he suddenly picked up his wand and pointed it on Umbridge's forehead.

"Forget it all!"

A cloud of white light lit up in front of Umbridge's eyes.

Umbridge only felt his brain groggy, as if he had forgotten something, and he sat there blankly.

About three seconds later, Ivan slowly put down his wand and inserted it back into Umbridge's waist. Then, with a thought, he took the black quill that Umbridge was holding and used it kindly. The healing magic healed the scar on the back of her hand.

After all this was done, Ivan stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, and Umbridge recovered from the trance.

[What's wrong with me? ]

Umbridge shook his head dazedly, and memories came out.

Only then did she remember that she was punishing Ivan Hals and wanted to force him to help correct Dumbledore.

But the kid in front of him was very stubborn. Even after more than two hours of needle-like pain, he was reluctant to subdue softly. He wrote a whole piece of parchment abruptly, staring at it in a daze and almost fell asleep.

Thinking about the cause and effect, Umbridge looked down at the page on the table. In her impression, Ivan Hals had just handed it over.

It's just that this handwriting is a bit familiar to me?

Umbridge frowned involuntarily, but there was a voice in her heart that kept telling her that this is the handwriting of Ivan Hals, and that she thought too much...

Umbridge was in a daze, then dropped the parchment into the burning fireplace, and then looked at Ivan and said with a smile.

"Let's stop here today, Hals. Go back and think about my proposal. You will come to my office once every night for the next week, until you keep [School Rules and Discipline] in your heart, do you understand? ?"

"Every night? You may be mistaken? Professor Umbridge, I think it is enough to come once a week." Ivan shook his head. He didn't want to waste so much time chatting with Umbridge.

Seeing Ivan dared to disobey her, Umbridge's face suddenly darkened, but she quickly regained her calm, because she suddenly felt that these words were not unreasonable, and she had seen Ivan's stubbornness. I'm afraid that simple writing can't make the other party soft.

So she had better take some time to persuade the Ministry of Magic to allow her to use those criminal laws that had been abolished in the last century, such as... hanging up the wrong student with a whip!

In response to Umbridge's thoughts, Ivan's mouth twitched slightly, but he did not disturb the middle-aged witch's interest, and decisively stood up and left.

Walking out of the office door, Ivan returned to the Gryffindor lounge along the corridor while collating the information he had received from Umbridge.

It is worth mentioning that Umbridge's performance was too different before and after. When he returned to the Ministry of Magic, he was seen through. Ivan did not use the Imperius Curse to forcibly control the opponent's words and deeds, but gave Umbridge extremely. A large degree of autonomy, with only minimal control.

Just in case, he also revised Umbridge's memory again, deleted the paragraph about the Ministry of Magic, and changed it to Umbridge's supervision of his writing [Comply with School Rules and Regulations].

With these two levels of arrangement, unless it is Dumbledore and Voldemort, a thorough investigation of Umbridge's memory, it is possible to discover some clues...

"Ivan, are you okay?" "Did Umbridge punish you?"

As soon as they stepped into the door of the lounge, the little wizards of Gryffindor immediately gathered around, asking babbled questions.

Hermione grabbed Ivan's right hand for the first time to check, and when she saw that there were no scars on the back of her hand, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"I said before, Hermione, Umbridge is just talking to me, she can't help me." Ivan in turn took the little witch's arm and said with a smile.

"Then this week's assembly will continue?" A voice suddenly rang from the crowd.

The noisy lounge suddenly became very quiet, and everyone looked at Ivan uneasy. According to the latest regulations of the Ministry of Magic, he was caught participating in a large-scale gathering but was about to be expelled...

"Of course... continue! But the form needs to be changed a little..." Ivan looked around the crowd and said with certainty.

...

A few days passed in a flash. After pacifying Umbridge, Ivan returned to his normal learning career, and continued to study and familiarize himself with the power of the Sorcerer's Stone in his spare time, so as to avoid any accidents during the battle.

As for the action against the Ministry of Magic ~www.mtlnovel.com~, Dobby was instructed to assign corresponding tasks to Dougert and others.

Ivan is only responsible for providing a general idea. The improvement and execution of the plan are naturally left to those brains to fix the blame, and just find them something to do, so that these people will not eat rice every day...

In addition to these two important things, Ivan will set aside one or two hours a day to teach the little wizards who participated in the Defense Against the Dark Arts Society.

The meeting place has also changed from the remote screaming shed to the practice room of the responsive house.

After the Philosopher's Stone was made, there was no need to deliberately hide it. Ivan simply set it here for the convenience of it. The time was changed from once a week to every day, but it was reduced to more than forty people every time.

In this way, by rotating every few days and covering each other, the possibility of being discovered will be greatly reduced.

No matter how many people disappear in the castle, Umbridge's brain will automatically shield this anomaly, but on the surface it still needs to behave like a look.

"Miss Ekmore, the iron armor curse is a very practical magic that can resist or even rebound the enemy's curse. You need to gently wave your wand, do as I do, and then say the spell Protegos~ (armor protection

On Saturday evening, inside the responsive house, Ivan slowly waved his wand as a demonstration, and an invisible magical barrier suddenly appeared around him.

"Is it like this? Protegos! (Armor bodyguard Marietta Ekmo stood next to Ivan and imitated him, waved her wand and chanted a spell, the magic barrier appeared faintly, but it soon slammed Shattered.

Obviously, the spell failed. Marietta sighed and was a little disappointed. She practiced for more than an hour but still made no progress.

"Don't be discouraged, Miss Ekmore, the Iron Armor Curse is more difficult to learn, and many Aurors have not been able to master it. But I think you are very talented in learning this spell... It just takes a little longer." .

"Really?" Marietta felt a shock, as if she had been inspired by something.

"Of course, so don't be so impatient. You have been practicing for more than an hour, so why not take a break first." Ivan responded with a smile.

Marietta nodded immediately and agreed with Shanruu, her eyes full of admiration when she looked at Ivan.

Even though it was a break, Marietta didn't mean to take time off. After putting down her wand, she leaned over to Ivan's side and spoke endlessly.

"Hals, I have seen the memory in the Pendant Basin yesterday... My God, you are the bravest person I have ever met!"

"You defeated the basilisk, the fire dragon, and the dark wizards who pretended to be professors... I never knew that you did so many things in secret to protect this castle, and... and you also and Professor Dumbledore We beat out the mysterious man together...that's amazing..."

At the end, Marietta blushed her cheeks, her words were a bit unfavorable, and her expression was even more agitated, just like a little fan.

After expressing her admiration in a simple way, Marietta begged Ivan to tell her the story of the battle of the last school year.

Although she had watched the general battle process through the penis, she still knew nothing about the cause and effect, so she was always curious.

Ivan, who was entangled by Marietta, felt a little helpless in his heart.

However, Ivan did not directly reject Marietta's request. He was very proficient in how he broke through difficulties and obstacles, rescued Harry from Voldemort's hands, and talked about the battle with him.

In fact, Ivan has repeated this experience countless times. There is no other way. Recently, more and more students worship him. No matter where he goes, he will be chased by others.

This was far beyond Ivan's expectations, and even made him regret that he had brought the Pensieve out of the principal's office.

In the beginning, he just wanted to use the memory fragments in his mind to pierce the lies weaved by the Ministry of Magic, but unexpectedly there were such "side effects".

Sure enough, being too good is not all good.

Maybe this is the trouble of the strong...

Ivan thought silently in his heart, and after spending some time getting rid of Marietta's entanglement, he opened the system's taskbar alone and checked it.

[Task: Fanatic Families

Mission Objective: Have more than one hundred followers in Hogwarts

Task progress: 214100 (completed)

...]

"Is there so many people worshiping me? Unfortunately, no more legendary points are rewarded..." Ivan glanced at it, closed the system bar, and muttered to himself.

He has been so active in forming the Defense Against the Dark Arts Association these days. In addition to combating the prestige of the Ministry of Magic, another important reason is that he wants to test whether he can rely on this long-completed mission to get some legendary points.

Now it seems that this possibility is very slim, and this attempt is a failure...

But Ivan was not too frustrated, because he discovered a long time ago that as his strength increased, the difficulty of obtaining legendary points became higher and higher.

For example, when he was just entering the first grade, killing a giant monster would be able to get legend points, but now even if he kills ten, he may not be able to get it.

After all, it would be surprising for a new kid to kill the trolls, but it's normal for the famous and talented wizard Ivan Hals to win a few trolls.

"Let go... you let me go!"

Just as Ivan was thinking about it, there was a sudden commotion at the entrance of the House of Requests. Ivan turned his head strangely and saw George and Fred walking over with Malfoy.

"George? Fred? Didn't you take a shift today? Why did you get here?" Ivan looked at the two in surprise, and then turned his attention to Draco Malfoy who was struggling. "And what did you bring Malfoy here?"

George smirked, holding Malfoy tightly with his arm, and explained. "When Fred and I were passing by the eighth floor, we happened to see this guy sneaking around nearby. I definitely wanted to explore the location of our meeting and then tell Umbridge..."

"So, we caught him." Fred added.

"But if you brought him in, wouldn't it expose the responsive house?" Ivan looked at them speechlessly.

"Don't worry, after the torture, we can use a small spell to erase his memory!" Fred waved his hand and said indifferently.

"But we have never used the Forgetting Curse very well~www.mtlnovel.com~ maybe we will beat him into a fool..." George said regretfully, but he seemed to be a little eager to try.

"No, you can't do this to me, I'm not sent by Umbridge... let me go!" Malfoy was frightened by the words of the two, shouting in horror, struggling more intensely. Up.

When the little wizards trained nearby heard the sound, they all gathered around.

Seeing that this farce is getting worse, Ivan hurriedly said. "Well, George, let him go first, Malfoy didn't lie, he should just come to me."

George and Fred glanced at each other. Although they were suspicious of Ivan's words, they released their hands and threw Malfoy to the ground.

Malfoy got up from the ground very embarrassed, stretched out his hands to straighten his robes, and stared at the two angrily.

The Weasley brothers didn't care about Malfoy's angry gaze, each holding their wands in constant gestures, seeming to be waiting for him to resist.

"Did you send me those two packages? Malfoy?" Ivan asked suddenly.

Ivan's words diverted Malfoy's attention from George and the others. He looked at Ivan and nodded first, then hesitated. "You...you knew it a long time ago?"

"These two pieces of paper are all your handwriting... aren't they?" Ivan took out two pieces of paper from the pocket of the wizard's robe and shook it in mid-air.

When Maca traced the owl back that day and said that the person sending the package was a Slytherin, Ivan was a little suspicious.

He happened to be with Moody's investigating last year and checked the handwriting of many people, including Malfoy's. After searching through the memories carefully, Ivan really confirmed this.

Malfoy was silent for a while, then looked around, stammering. "I want to tell you something alone..."

"Yes!" Ivan waved his hand, greeted the little wizards onlookers to continue practicing the spell, and then took Malfoy out of the responsive house alone.

Walking in the empty corridor of the castle, Malfoy said hesitantly, seeing no one around him. "The Dark Lord wants to kill you..."

"Well, I know!" Ivan raised his eyebrows, not surprised at all.

He had previously used the mind to read the corresponding memory from Malfoy's mind, so Ivan quickly stopped, turned his head to look at Malfoy, and said.

"The one chosen by Voldemort to do it is you, right? Malfoy?"

Draco Malfoy's pupils shrunk slightly, and he looked at Ivan in surprise. He didn't understand how he knew. For these days, he hadn't acted according to the direct vision of the Dark Lord at all, and there was no possibility of revealing himself.

Could it be that there was a ghost among the Death Eaters?

Malfoy suddenly became a little flustered, and Ivan was misunderstood, so he hurriedly explained.

"Although the Dark Lord asked me to find a way to assassinate you, I didn't do that, and Snape... Professor Snape was sent by the Dark Lord to supervise me, so I must send you something every once in a while. , To show that he is working... I told him to put candy in the package to dispel your vigilance and to prepare for future poisoning..."

Malfoy confided in what he should have said or not, but what made him feel a little more panicked that Ivan's face remained the same, as if he had known it a long time ago.

"Relax, I didn't doubt what you meant..." Ivan calmed Malfoy's excitement before continuing. "But you came to me specifically tonight, just want to tell me the news?"

Malfoy hesitated, then spoke. "It's my dad who wants to see you... The last two messages to you are our sincerity..."

Having said that, Malfoy's expression was a bit awkward. In fact, Lucius was asking him to please Ivan Hals as much as possible, and to ease the relationship with the other party at all costs.

But in the face of such a "dead enemy" who has been fighting for more than four years, Malfoy can't help but choose to send gifts and send intelligence to this stupid way...

"Oh? Lucius wants to see me?"

Ivan finally had some surprises. He tried to probe Malfoy's thoughts, only to find that the other party didn't know why Lucius met him.

However, the mind of the second and fifth boy is also very easy to guess. It is nothing more than feeling that Voldemort has lost a big defeat. He is hiding in the safe house like a bereaved dog. It seems that it will be finished sooner or later, so he decisively chose to jump back...

Thinking of this, Ivan settled his mind and continued to speak.

"So, you betrayed Voldemort by following Lucius' orders? What about yourself? I remember you should really want to be a glorious Death Eater..."

Ivan's tone was tinged with a hint of sarcasm, and Malfoy's face suddenly flushed red, and it took a long time to stammer in response.

"I thought... I thought being a Death Eater would be able to..."

"Can you bully the Muggles wantonly and reproduce the glory of the pure blood wizard supremacy?" Ivan indifferently finished the next words for Malfoy, and then continued with a sneer.

"But obviously you are wrong. You discovered that the Death Eaters are a bunch of lunatics. Voldemort is harsh to Muggles and more vicious to his own people. In his eyes, you are just the most humble servants and lackeys!

He forced you to kill me, but you dare not do it, so you are afraid? If you are afraid to complete the task, he will torture and kill you and your family? "

Ivan's eyes looked at Malfoy as sharp as a carving knife.

Draco Malfoy opened his mouth to refute, but in the end he closed his mouth dejectedly.

Because Ivan didn't say it wrong, he did think so before, and even thought that becoming a Death Eater was a cool thing.

It wasn't until that day when he saw his father Lucius with his own eyes that he was tortured by the Dark Lord with a Heart-piercing Curse for making a mistake, and his illusion collapsed...

The rule of the Dark Lord is not heaven, but a bottomless hell.

The Death Eater's actions are no better than usual jokes. He either chooses to kill or be killed. There is absolutely no third possibility...

"So you have too many concerns and don't have the talent to be a villain, Malfoy..." Ivan said half sarcastically and half emotionally.

Draco Malfoy remained silent, and his expression was very low. The extremely humble attitude of Lucius in front of Voldemort that day almost shattered his three views and made him understand that the so-called pure-blood glory is not worth anything at all. mention.

Paying attention to Draco Malfoy's frustrated look, Ivan shook his head, then put out the other person's mind, and said directly.

"Didn't you just say that your father wanted to see me? Malfoy? I can give him a chance to inform Lucius and let him come to Hogwarts tomorrow night... I will be in the living room on the first floor. Wait for him, the time is one o'clock late at night!"

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Late on Saturday night, at Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy stood in front of the hall and waited anxiously, staring into the castle~www.mtlnovel.com~ for fear of being caught by Filch on patrol. .

At ten ten midnight, a figure shrouded in black robe walked in from outside the hall.

Draco breathed a sigh of relief, and hurried to greet him. The figure also reached out and took off the hood from his head. It was Lucius Malfoy who came.

"I received your letter, Draco, you did a good job this time, now take me to see Ivan Hals." Lucius patted Draco on the shoulder and said appreciatively.

Draco nodded, and hurriedly led Lucius to the first-floor meeting room.

Along the way, Lucius asked from time to time what happened in Hogwarts since the beginning of school, especially everything related to Ivan.

This is an extraordinary period, and the envelope was intercepted, and I didn't dare to say too much when communicating, so Lucius just had a general understanding before.

All he knew was that Draco had deceived Snape by sending a package and hid some notes with intelligence in the package, thus gaining the trust of the other party, and had the opportunity to meet this time.

However, Lucius was very dissatisfied with Draco's means to win over Ivan Hals, too petty! It took only a few dozen gallons from start to finish, which made him feel very disappointed, knowing that it usually costs tens of thousands of gallons to win over a high-ranking official of the Ministry of Magic.

"If you don't know what Hals likes, you can also start from his friends and give them some gifts... Those little ghosts are always easier to deal with, nothing more than new brooms, gift toys and the like." Lu Husti lighted and said.

Draco kept a black face and didn't reply.

friend? Which friend?

That annoying Harry Potter? Or the red-haired Weasley? Anyway, he has no face to give gifts...

After simply mentioning a few words from Draco, Lucius closed his mouth, looking a little uneasy.

After the rally in Riddle's Mansion that day, he knew that his successive failures had moved Voldemort to murder.

The reason why he didn't execute himself on the spot was just because the Dark Lord had just suffered a big defeat in Knock Down Alley, and the Death Eaters were unstable and should not cause chaos.

Even so, Voldemort didn't let himself go, letting Draco execute the assassination plan was his revenge!

Even if Lucius thought with his feet, he knew that it was an impossible task. Even the Dark Lord's helpless enemy, how could his son Draco deal with it?

Voldemort just wanted him to lose his parents and children, as punishment, and then add some trouble to Ivan Hals by the way.

It is precisely because of this that Lucius ignored his own face and came to Hogwarts in the middle of the night, condescending to pray that the young man who was as old as Draco, hoping that the other party would give him a way out... …

"That's it." Draco led Lucius and pushed open the door of the drawing room.

The whole room was very dim, only the blazing fireplace in the distance provided a little light source, and a figure sitting on the sofa in front of the fireplace could be vaguely seen.

Lucius took a deep breath and straightened his robe and quickly stepped forward.

Hearing the movement at the door, Ivan slowly put down the "Book of Pictographs", turned his head to look at Lucius who walked in, and said playfully.

"Long time no see, Mr. Malfoy, I heard Draco say you want to see me?"

Looking at the wizard who was only fifteen or sixteen years old in front of him, Lucius was in a daze.

When he vaguely met last time, Ivan Hals was just a talented boy, but he didn't want it to be only two years, and the other party had grown to the point where he even needed to look up...

Thinking of this, Lucius couldn't help feeling a bit of bitterness in his heart, but he didn't forget that he was asking for help this time, so he put his posture extremely low and said apologetically.

"Excuse me for waiting a long time, Hals... Your Excellency. I am here to meet you specifically this time. I want to report something very important to you..."

"Well, report to me?" Ivan smiled even more, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers to light the candles around him, and then continued.

"Mr. Malfoy, did I misheard, or did you make a mistake yourself? As a Death Eater, you should report your work to the Dark Lord."

"Actually, I don't work for the Dark Lord!" Lucius Malfoy hurriedly explained.

"I...or that we joined the Death Eaters at first to provide help to the Dark Lord in order to create a better magical world!

But after using the power of us pure-blood wizards to grow the power of the Dark Lord, he became arbitrary and could not help but vetoed the original path. He also restrained everyone with violence and threats, and regarded us as his pawns to dominate the magical world... …"

"A better world of magic?" Ivan said noncommittal. "It's the magic world that is more conducive to pure blood wizards, right?"

Lucius Malfoy's face suddenly became very embarrassed, and he said nonchalantly. "In short, we are not really willing to work for the Dark Lord, but are forced to be helpless. If possible, we all want to get out of the control of the Dark Lord."

Ivan stared at Lucius, who was kneeling in front of him, and couldn't help but sneer.

"Don't say it so nice, Lucius! At last year's Quidditch World Cup, you took the initiative to gather old friends to hunt Muggles, didn't you?

So you still miss being a Death Eater! Now rebellion is nothing more than you can't do something, annoyed Voldemort, and want to find a next home. "

"Since you can choose to betray Voldemort today, how do I know that you will not choose to betray me in the future..."

"After all, if I really want to talk about it, we also have a lot of contradictions..." Ivan's words became more and more indifferent.

"No, you misunderstood, Lord Hals, I can swear or make a magic contract, and the Malfoy family will always be loyal to you!" Lucius Malfoy eagerly pleaded.

Listening to Lucius' words, Ivan just smiled without giving any response.

Lucius's so-called swear he could not believe at all, even the magic contract had loopholes to be found, and used this as a guarantee that he would not see any sincerity.

Feeling Ivan's indifferent attitude, Lucius said anxiously. "Perhaps the behavior I offended before has caused you unnecessary misunderstandings, but I beg you to give me a chance, and I am willing to make up for my fault!"

Only then did Ivan have some interest, and he was curious what Lucius would use in exchange for his understanding.

"Seven hundred thousand gallons! How?" Lucius gritted his teeth and said.

Seven... Seven hundred thousand gallons? !

Ivan was stunned by Lucius' arrogance, and he almost doubted whether he had heard it wrong.

Is this too rich?

Ivan couldn't help feeling a bit of toothache~www.mtlnovel.com~ There was an inexplicable idea to copy the sacred twenty-eight tribes, how much money could it be copied?

Seeing that Ivan finally had some reaction, Lucius secretly breathed a sigh of relief. For the continuation of the Malfoy family, he took out all the money that could be used in the family...

After this hemorrhage, although the Malfoy family will not be injured, it will take at least ten or twenty years to recover.

But if you can spend money to avoid disasters, in exchange for the other side's shelter, then everything is worth it.

In fact, Lucius had already investigated before coming here.

The recent operation of the wizarding market has been very poor. Coupled with the need to pay for the officials to deal with the difficulties of the Ministry of Magic, the Hals family will definitely fall into a dilemma of making ends meet. This is also the best time for him to give charcoal!

However, beyond Lucius's expectation, Ivan's expression quickly returned to calm after a brief surprise, not as ecstatic as he had imagined.

"I received your sincerity, but it's a pity that Jin Jialong doesn't make much sense to me..." Ivan sat down again, leaning his body on the soft backrest, and said in disgust.

Lucius looked at Ivan in a puzzled manner. He didn't quite understand what he meant. It was 700,000 gallons. Even if his estimate was wrong, Knockdown Alley was in good financial condition. A huge sum of money shaken by people.

Ivan didn't say anything to explain, he just reached out and wiped the dark stone bricks of the fireplace, and complex magical inscriptions gradually appeared on the alchemy device hidden by the robe.

The next moment a golden light followed Ivan and touched the stone bricks and began to spread rapidly.

Under the gaze of Lucius and Draco, in just ten seconds, a black fireplace turned into a gorgeous golden yellow...