HP: For a better world

"Oh?" Lucius asked in surprise.

"Do you want to see your potions circulated on the market?" He released his hand from the cane. "Don't you plan to keep the potions in your hands as your teacher said?"

"You can use this unique potion to recruit many pure-blood families... Fame, money, whatever you want, they will be willing to give it to you."

Lucius said this, but his eyes scanned Winster's face and turned to the newspaper.

Winster looked hesitant, his hand unconsciously stroking the edge of the newspaper.

Lucius glanced at him vaguely, and after changing his posture, he seemed to be able to see more things from under Winster's hand.

But what he didn't know was that Winster was extremely sensitive to sight. He simply turned the newspaper over and showed it to Lucius.

"Are you interested in this, Uncle Lucius?" Winster said, holding the newspaper in one hand and spreading it steadily in front of Lucius.

"Something big happened at the World Cup... It's a good thing we're here to attend the inquiry."

The image in front of Lucius was the skull.

"Oh, thank you." Lucius said stiffly, taking the newspaper. He seemed to be keeping calm. But his expression gave him away. His pupils shrank instantly, and he looked at the skull mark clearly visible on the newspaper in horror.

When I saw the reporter named Rita describing a group of black-robed wizards playing with the Muggle wantonly - maybe they were all old acquaintances - someone suddenly released the Dark Mark that everyone was escaping... It was as if there was someone hiding in the dark watching these traitors who claimed to be Voldemort's loyal subordinates revel. With an arrogant attitude, when everyone was indulging in wanton happiness, he announced the existence of Voldemort - just like the mark left after every celebration in the past...

Lucius was certain that it was a Death Eater who had done it, but not one of his old acquaintances. They had not the guts to actively claim the existence of Voldemort.

During the thirteen years when no one tacitly went looking for Voldemort, none of the pure-blood families and former Death Eaters who are still active in the world dared to look forward to Voldemort's return.

And this arrogant attitude of releasing the mark made Lucius hallucinate some lunatics he was familiar with - loyal fans of the Dark Lord.

Could it be that Bella also escaped with Blake? Lucius wondered doubtfully.

Cold sweat covered his back. If a madman like Bella escaped... he/she would definitely be extremely dissatisfied with the pure-blood families who were still alive but had cut off all ties with Voldemort.

It was like a stranger suddenly appeared among a group of old friends, holding a bomb and grinning. Everyone ran away in fear, but he was still laughing wildly.

The Death Eater who cast this spell seemed to be saying

——"I'm watching you...traitors."

Lucius was immersed in that imagination, and in his heart he couldn't help but feel fortunate that he didn't go to watch the World Cup this time... If he had gone, he might have been one of the black-robed men who escaped in such a panic.

"…It's really scary, isn't it?"

Winster said softly, watching Lucius Malfoy staring at the mark on the newspaper. His face was pale, and big drops of cold sweat were dripping down his forehead.

He hadn't expected Malfoy to react so violently.

It was almost obvious that there was something wrong with Malfoy himself.

But this time Malfoy didn't even join the "parade", he was just scared by seeing a picture.

"This newspaper said that this mark is the mark of a mysterious person... They seem to have started to move again. I heard that werewolves seemed to be prevalent at that time?"

Winster said casually, sighing.

"I have thought of a way to help those wizards bitten by werewolves... I have contacted Scamander... Now things have turned out like this... The potion is not working yet... It seems that I have no choice but to wait."

Lucius seemed to have just reacted to his words, and the whole person seemed to have just struggled out of the water. The shocked expression on his face was completely retracted. If it weren't for the cold sweat on his face that still exposed him, Winster might have thought that he was just dazzled.

Voldemort...is he that scary?

In Winster's mind... Voldemort was like a clown - and he was one too.

Believe in eternal life?

There is nothing forever in this world.

How could it be possible without paying any price... So he has turned himself into a madman. Now he is lingering in a distant forest... Oh, no one will look for him.

Winster thought to himself without any guilt.

Unless little Batty escapes too.

But without help, Barty Jr. would not have been able to escape. He would have been locked up until Crouch died and was taken away with him. Without Voldemort, many things would have been different.

But Winster has no regrets at all.

Although he had not originally thought of saving anything, when he saw Snape's angry expression and scolding him, a faint joy filled his heart.

Lucius cleared his throat.

"…Scamander?"

At first, Lucius' voice seemed to be hoarse from shock, but he also realized it, and his tone quickly turned low, as if pulling off a mask of arrogance.

"Oh... that magizoologist?" There was a hint of inherent contempt in his pale face.

Lucius put down the newspaper and recalled the family behind the name from his mind.

It seemed that he had just realized that his actions were a little too hasty. His mind, which had been intimidated by Voldemort in the past, climbed back to the top.

Without the adults...the Death Eater who cast the curse in secret would be nothing more than a rat in the gutter.

Lucius thought with relief, but then he frowned again.

...Those "old friends" have been too rampant this time. They are playing a game at a time when there are the most wizards and the Ministry of Magic is paying the most attention to them... Don't you know that it will be difficult for our "new friends" too?

Lucius thought with disdain, lightly brushed the ink off the newspaper with his fingers, and glanced at the minor who seemed to notice nothing and was concentrating on pouring himself juice.

That's good, Lucius thought casually, this time Fudge will definitely try his best to find fault with those idiots... but Malfoy didn't get involved this time... He can get out of it openly and use Fudge's power to give those "old friends" a lesson...

A mysterious smile appeared on Lucius's lips.

He glanced at Winster who seemed to notice nothing. Fortunately, he did not attend this time due to... reasons... He thought he would gain nothing this time.

He looked at Winster holding two glasses of juice and handed him one of them. Lucius adjusted his mentality to become more relaxed and friendly.

He took the juice handed to him by Winster, brought it to his lips and took a sip.