Hogwarts: From Squibs to Greatness

Chapter 152 Malfoy Good Friday and Crazy Christmas Gifts
Inside Malfoy Manor.

Lucius Malfoy was no longer as decent as before, his eyes were red and his face was full of anger at this moment.

"Bastard! Bastard! What do you mean you can't control it! Damn it! Damn it!"

Lucius waved his cane and smashed the things in the house to pieces, but soon his anger subsided, and a sense of powerlessness surged in his heart.

He sat down on the chair decadently, looking at his hands in dismay.

This year's Christmas seems to be a day of suffering for the Malfoy family, or his own.

First of all, my good relative Sirius Black got rid of his grievances. This should be a good thing, but I don’t know if that bastard Black completely broke his brain in Azkaban.

He submitted a death eater's indictment, which contained many unknown secret transactions, some of which had the presence of pure blood families.

Originally, this crime was nothing. After all, there were a large number of Death Eaters in the Ministry of Magic. Under their influence, this crime would not cause any disturbance.

But he didn't know if Fudge was out of his mind, so he directly asked the "Daily Prophet" to publish the crime.

This immediately caused a shock in the wizarding world, and the pure-blood families involved began to discuss how to solve this matter.

Soon the solution was discussed, that is, to replace the dead ghost, so as to avoid damage to the interests of the family because of this crime.

Originally, as long as this kind of thing went through their operation, it would be quickly suppressed, but this time it was different, not only because Sirius was the heir of the Black family on the surface, even if he didn't admit it.

At the same time, Dumbledore and other high-ranking wizards were behind this incident. Under their operation, it was almost impossible for the pure-blood family to intervene to suppress this incident.

Unfortunately, compared to other families, the Malfoy family, which is sparsely populated and weak, was chosen as the scapegoat for this matter.

After all, the Malfoy family was almost always involved in the transactions that broke out, which provided the best handle for those pure-blood families.

Therefore, under the joint operation of these people, Malfoy was deprived of all positions, including the position of the Hogwarts school board.

Is this the end of the matter?The answer is naturally no.

Here I have to mention the dark magic items of the Malfoy family. Perhaps every pure-blood family has these things more or less, but compared to others, any pure-blood family that used to be Voldemort must have many personal style Dark magic item.

And these are the swords of Damocles suspended above the heads of these Death Eaters.

Under John's operation, the sharp knife above the head of the Malfoy family was already on the verge of falling, and it was about to deal a fatal blow to the weakened giant of the Malfoy family at any time.

But I have to say that Uncle Arthur Weasley is a bit stubborn. After receiving the list of dark magic items from the Malfoy family that John gave him anonymously, he stared at Lucius' every move.

And even if Lucius could sell it, the Borginburg antique shop with which he had an important connection has long since disappeared.

This led Lucius to sell some black magic items to obtain operating funds, bribe other families, and let them replace the list of dead ghosts.

He could only watch helplessly as those behind-the-scenes people were blamed on the Malfoy family under the operation of those pure-blood families.

But he can't do anything else, because he's worried that if he makes any changes, the damn Arthur Weasley will definitely kick open the gate of Malfoy Manor immediately, and take the entire Malfoy family to Azkaban .

Soon in such a desperate situation, he thought of a certain Death Eater colleague from the past, but compared to Bojinbok, that guy would definitely lower the price without a trace of profit, and he might even threaten to blackmail him in the opposite direction.So Lucius thought about it for a long time.

It's just that Lucius didn't expect his hesitation, and saw the news that the other party was arrested and imprisoned in the newspaper.

Only then did he discover that the Malfoy family was indeed the biggest scapegoat, but there were still some small things that needed to be scapegoated. Unfortunately, this colleague was selected.

After all, he was not clean, and he was a former Death Eater. It was reasonable to pour dirty water on him, and no one would feel sympathy for him.

"Damn Weasley! Damn Harry Potter! Damn Fudge!!!"

Lucius slammed his fist hard on the table in front of him. The fragments of objects on the table pierced his skin, and his fist became bloody in an instant.

But Lucius didn't seem to feel the pain, and didn't care about the injury at all.

"Shut up your temper, Lucius."

Mrs. Malfoy did not know when she appeared at the door of the room, and stood there quietly seeing him.

Narcissa raised her chin slightly, looking very proud.

"Narcissa, Arthur Weasley will come running any moment."

Lucius just wanted to vent his temper, but he thought of something and held it back again, so he hugged his head helplessly and furiously, looking extremely desperate.

"You can hide the black magic item, or you can sell it, Lucius, don't show cowardice in front of Draco."

Narcissa approached Lucius, her eyes seemed to cross the window and see through the wall to Draco who was scolding Harry in the room.

Lucius was a little irritable, and he couldn't help but raise his voice and said, "Of course I know, it's just that Arthur Weasley seems to know where the dark magic props are hidden at home, and he even knows the specific list, you know? That day in the Ministry of Magic, he swore that he would let me spend the rest of my life in Azkaban."

"What's worse, I can't sell those black magic items now, that damned lunatic ruined Bojinbok, and the secondary target was caught in Azkaban, I don't even know who to turn to. "

Narcissa didn't expect this to happen, but she still kept a calm expression on her face, after all, she was a child of the Black family.

In fact, it was not that Lucius had no choice, but it was too dangerous to go to those strange black magic stores to sell black magic items at this sensitive time.

Because as far as he knew, Knockturn Alley suffered several large-scale searches some time ago, and a large number of Death Eaters or dark wizards lurking in Knockturn Alley were captured.

And this kind of search is very random, Lucius can't guarantee that with his current luck, he will not encounter a search if he goes to sell black magic items.

But if this stalemate continues, he might really be sent to Azkaban. He doesn't want to face dementors, creatures that are extremely terrifying to dark wizards.

Thinking of this, Lucius couldn't help but shudder, just thinking about that scene would make him shudder.

Narcissa saw his worries, and said, "If there is a chance, you will try it, right? I don't want our son to have a father in Azkaban."

Lucius' complexion changed several times, and he was constantly entangled and struggling in his heart.

Finally, he nodded slowly, as if he had made up his mind.

As for the affairs of the Malfoy family, John didn't take much care of the matter after launching the plan. After all, according to the things he arranged, the worst result was that Lucius Malfoy was kicked out of the school board.

And this is enough for John, after all, this is actually the fundamental purpose.

But judging from the current situation, Lucius Malfoy is about to face prison.

John was very satisfied with this. After all, he didn't expect that just a random arrangement would have such a result. It was really unexpected.

This Christmas was disaster for the Malfoy family, but luck for Harry.

On Christmas morning, Harry was woken up by a pillow thrown by Ron.

"Hey! Presents!"

Harry reached for his glasses and put them on, squinting in the semi-darkness towards the foot of the bed.

A small pile of packages appeared there.Ron was already tearing the wrapping paper off his own present.

"Mom gave me another sweater...it's dark red again...see if you have it too."

So did Harry.Mrs Weasley had sent him a scarlet sweater with the Gryffindor lion woven across the chest.

There were also a dozen home-baked mincemeat tarts, some Christmas pastries and a box of pralines.When he removed these things, he found that there was still a long and narrow package lying underneath.

"What's that?" Ron asked, looking at this side, with a pair of dark red socks that had just been unpacked in his hand.

"do not know……"

Harry tore open the wrapping, gasped, and rolled a gleaming, exquisite broomstick onto his sheets.

Ron dropped his socks and jumped off the bed to take a closer look.

"I can't believe it," he said hoarsely.

It was a Firebolt, the exact same broomstick Harry had dreamed of seeing every day in Diagon Alley.He held it in his hand, the broom handle shining brightly.He could feel it quivering, and he let go.The broom hung in mid-air, just as high as he could ride it.

He stroked it with his eyes, and from the golden registration number on the top of the broom handle, he saw the flexible and smooth streamlined broom tail made of birch twigs.

"Who gave it to you?" Ron asked in a low voice.

"See if there's a card," said Harry.

Ron tore open the packaging of the Firebolt.

Soon a dark green card with hot stamped characters fell out.

I saw a passage written on it in flamboyant handwriting:

Merry Christmas, future stars! —Sirius Black
"It's from Sirius!" Ron's voice seemed to be screaming. "I didn't expect that! I didn't expect that!"

Ron walked around the Firebolt as he spoke, admiring every inch of that brilliance.

"Hey, Harry!" Ron laughed loudly as if thinking of something. "Malfoy! Wait until he sees you riding this! He'll wilt like a plague pig! It's a world-class fly Broom, yes!"

Harry also showed a wanton smile when he thought of that scene, he gently stroked the Firebolt with one hand, and grabbed the card with the other.

An unspeakable emotion burned in his chest, something Harry wasn't used to, but he didn't hate it either.

Ron collapsed on Harry's bed, laughing wildly at the imaginary Malfoy's embarrassment.

Both of them fell into the madness of joy for this super-standard gift.

(End of this chapter)