I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 73 Laptop Fraud

Silence - deathly silence.

There was a long silence in the living room.

Lucius was calculating the stakes, the Malfoy family really needed a backer.

But this backer cannot be the lead to destroy the family.

They had already buried one before, but they didn't want to bury another one.

"I didn't have a choice before." After a long time, a sigh came from the living room.

"Now I want to be a good person."

"Good guy?"

"Then go tell Dumbledore and see if he is willing to accept you." Suddenly Owen's voice changed, and he mentioned the person who even the mysterious man was afraid of.

Oh!
It seems my dear Mr. Lucius still hasn't figured out what he wants.

"You want me to die." Lucius' complexion changed suddenly, and his heart had already tilted, but the tradition of the Malfoy family still prevented him from truly putting the family on someone else.

Not even Dumbledore.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lucius, but you are still the Dark Lord's man after all."

"Maybe you should show some sincerity." Owen smiled mysteriously, "I heard that you have left a notebook with the marinated egg."

"Oh~ I'm not forcing you, of course, if you don't want to—"

"I'll go and tell Dumbledore about it."

"Or my grandfather Grindelwald, I believe they will have a good talk with you."

"You, how did you know that?" Lucius was stunned for a moment, then his eyes suddenly shrank, and his face became ugly.

That's their family's biggest secret.

If the Ministry of Magic knew that he was still dealing with You-Know-Who's stuff.

Then his end will definitely be the Hiti Azkaban lifetime membership card.

"Don't worry about it." He waved his hand and continued: "Just say whether you will give it or not!"

"I", the man with the ability to manipulate people, choked suddenly, his gray eyes gurgling and spinning, and after a long time, a poisonous plan came to his mind.

He really should have handed over the notebook.

Whether it is the recent tense movements of the Ministry of Magic, or dealing with this kid in front of him.

During the years of Voldemort's downfall, he made countless attempts to destroy the book.But the black magic covering it was too powerful for him to do anything about it.

Lucius didn't know what it was, but that didn't stop him from defining it as extremely dangerous.

Therefore, it is a good move to make a move at this time.

Especially if you can connect with Grindelwald.
I have to say that he is very moved by the world of free wizards depicted by Owen.

In such a world, with the influence of the Malfoy family, they could definitely become a behemoth controlling a certain Muggle country!

"It's just a magic item. The Malfoy family has plenty of it." Lucius did not admit that it was Voldemort's, he just said that it was a magic item.

"Refreshing! As expected of a rich man."

"Then you can accept another servant!" After saying that, Owen pointed to Dobby who was peeping in the corner.

".Can!"

"Oh~ you are so generous! I like to be friends with generous people. If you can raise another 80 million Galleons, I will definitely put in a nice word in front of my grandpa——"

Little Dark Lord, upper lip meets lower lip.

He dared to ask for a million galleons with his mouth open.

However, seeing that Lucius' face had dropped to freezing point, he resolutely stopped talking.

Hey!
This can be so much for nothing.

"Heh." Owen walked over quickly and stretched out his right hand, "Welcome Mr. Lucius Malfoy, you are a member of the Saints from today on."

"Oh~ Of course I'm also a member of GGAD!"

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After dinner at Malfoy's.

Dobby, who had become Owen's possession, took him and Harry back to the Dursleys' house at No. [-] Privet Drive.

As for what he promised, to let the Malfoy family join the Saints.
knock!
There is no saints organization.

It was all made up by Luna's father, Xenophilius Lovegood, in his magazine The Quibbler.

Mr. Xenophilius Lovegood, an avid Grindelwald fan, invented the organization as a counterpoint to Voldemort's Death Eaters.

Because of the influence of "The Quibbler" in the wizarding community, many people believe that Grindelwald really established such an organization.

But in fact, the followers around his grandfather were all revolutionaries for the future of wizards. How could they give themselves such a religious name?

They weren't mindless cultists like the Death Eaters.

It's just that--what Owen doesn't know is.

He had just left Malfoy Manor.

An old woman, who looked to be about the age of Professor McGonagall, walked into the manor alone.

She wore a top hat with a black lace trim and a dark green slim coat.

Stepping on a pair of black high heels.

The whole body is full of French elegance.

Although the years have left an indelible mark on her face, those red lips are still bright.

"Hello, Mr. Lucius Malfoy."

She threw her head back, her hands crossed at her waist.

Like a blooming black rose, said: "I am Wenda Rozier."

"Greetings, Mr. Grindelwald!"

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When Owen returned home, the first thing he did was to write five letters in a row to Hannah.

Hmmm - today's task is completed (√)

After giving Dobby the sleeping Sherlock with a slightly shiny mane on his chest, Owen rushed to the bedroom hurriedly.

Hmmm - he's going to have a romantic summer online dating with Senior Riddle
Push open the oak door of the study.

Owen sat down on the chair.

Open the notebook in your hand.

The black leather has been slightly deformed, and the pages are yellowing when opened.

It can be seen that this notebook is not a magical creation.

Maybe Senior Tom bought it from that Muggle newspaper.

Pick up the quill on the table.

Staining with ink, Owen wrote his first sentence.

— March 1950, 9.

——Today marks the fifth anniversary of the death of Mr. Albus Dumbledore, the hero of the wizarding world.

——Since the duel with Grindelwald five years ago, the wizards lost their hopes, and the world has since fallen into the hands of Grindelwald and his henchmen.

——Compatriots in the magical world are living in dire straits.Looking forward to the coming of the new savior.

——But five years, five years have passed.

——So the heroes who dared to challenge Grindelwald's authority were defeated, and they died tragically under his wand.

——The surviving people formed an organization called the Order of the Phoenix (in memory of the great Mr. Dumbledore) in an attempt to subvert the rule of the Dark Lord!
——My parents also died tragically at the hands of Grindelwald.

——I really want to join the Order of the Phoenix right away, and become a sharp knife to ruthlessly stab that executioner's chest!
Owen's quill landed on the notebook with a rustling sound.

At this time, his inspiration exploded!

A mind full of coquettish routines.

Today, he will use this subversive text to describe a different future for Tom Riddle, who is only 16 years old!

(ps: As the first horcrux, Riddle was only 16 years old at the time, and it was made in 1941. So this horcrux doesn’t know the history after that. — um — just pretend he doesn’t know! It's autumn!)
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