A ruined Hogwarts

The soft silver light in the bedroom reflects the dark green lake outside the window. The water plants on the bottom of the lake are swaying gently. You can vaguely see a little green monster with pointed little horns catching small fish among the water plants with its slender fingers.

There is a tribe of mermaids living at the bottom of the Black Lake. Although they almost never appear outside the windows of the Slytherin lounge and dormitories, you can occasionally see the shadows of a few Grindylows and giant squids.

Owen sat leisurely at the round table, drinking afternoon tea elegantly and looking at the scenery outside the window with interest. The rich aroma of black tea fills the spacious bedroom, making people feel relaxed.

Unfortunately, there are always annoying people who unknowingly ruin this relaxing atmosphere. Harry was pacing back and forth restlessly, trying in vain to smooth his messy hair with his hands, sometimes looking at the time, sometimes sighing.

"Oh, why did I tell Draco that I wanted to see his father? He actually came here all the way..." Harry looked at Owen's lazy and leisurely look and felt inexplicably angry, "I didn't know I What should I say to him..."

His current mood was contradictory and uneasy. I accidentally learned that my good friend's father, who was powerful and a school director, was doing bad things. When I was debating how to face him or even whether to report him, I suddenly got a fever in my head and said that I wanted to meet and talk, but the other party... I really came all the way to meet... Oh my god, he is only a twelve-year-old child, why would he want to interfere in the world of adults?

"Why do you want to see Mr. Malfoy?" Owen glanced at him amusedly.

"My mind must have been flooded at the time..." Harry sat on the other side of the round table, covering his head with his hands, "Well, I just want to end this as soon as possible. I have already inquired, whether it is Ginny or George, they don't know the existence of the diary... Although I still can't tell whether what happened in the school was caused by the crown or the diary."

"Then what's your attitude towards him?" Owen picked up the teacup and took a sip, his eyes narrowed happily, as lazy as a cat. Melete curiously put her head out and took a sip of the tea, which was so hot that she stuck out her tongue like a puppy.

"...I want to persuade him to stop, I don't want anyone else to get hurt." Harry was silent for a moment before saying.

He hasn't told Dumbledore about this yet, and he doesn't want things to get to an irreversible point. Although he was deeply disgusted by what Mr. Malfoy did, he was Draco's father after all. The unhappy ten years in the Muggle world made him extremely envious and longing for family and friendship. He didn't want to lose Draco as a friend, and he didn't want to lose Draco as a friend. Don't want the other person's family to be destroyed.

"You are such a good person, Harry." Owen, who almost understood what the other person was thinking, sighed sincerely.

"It's also very simple." He added with a smile, "In fact, even if you report Mr. Malfoy to Dumbledore, he will not be punished in any way."

Facing Harry's surprised and disbelieving eyes, Owen sipped his tea and said leisurely: "Everything you know comes from Dobby, but in fact, it is difficult to accept the testimony of house elves in this kind of matter, especially He is still an elf of the Malfoy family. In other words, you don’t have any evidence to prove what Mr. Malfoy did. Even if you find evidence, you can easily deal with it with the power of the Malfoy family..."

Harry was stunned for a long time, and then said: "Then why did Mr. Malfoy agree to see me?" According to Owen, the other party should be confident, and there was no need to go out of his way to see him, an ordinary student who was not a threat.

"Oh, who knows what he is thinking?" The corners of Owen's mouth raised slightly. It's nothing more than trying to win over and invest in Harry Potter before he has grown up. This is a good opportunity to test Harry's attitude, see what kind of person he is, and then mend and close the relationship.

"Then he won't take my advice at all..." Harry groaned, not wanting to have this meeting any more. He looked at the time again, it was almost the appointed time.

Owen paused, and suddenly placed the teacup on the table with a snap. He looked at Harry up and down with bright eyes, as if looking at a precious piece of jade, and the corners of his mouth curled up playfully, revealing a beautiful and mysterious smile.

"I can teach you how to deal with people like Mr. Malfoy." He said in a pleasant voice. "My father is a similar person, so I know very well what kind of attitude will make them pay more attention..."

"Yes...really?" Harry stuttered. He looked at Owen expectantly but vigilantly, feeling that this guy was out of spite and wanted to trick him. The wolf-like look just now made him feel butterflies in his heart.

"Don't you want to hear it?" Owen raised his eyebrows and his expression became cold.

"Of course not!" Harry blurted out. His expression fell, and he gave up struggling. Things couldn't get any worse anyway.

There was a faint smile in Owen's eyes, and he said seriously: "People like Mr. Malfoy are powerful and well-informed. It is difficult to pay attention to an immature little wizard, and he will naturally not care about you." Opinion. Therefore, you must first act mature and stable, and never show any cluelessness or guilt. You must act confident, neither humble nor arrogant, so that he will not despise you, and this is the premise of everything."

"But, what should I do?" Harry asked without confidence.

"Like me, you have to hold your head high no matter what, and it's best to have a polite smile on your face... No, you smiled too brightly, a little shallower, think about the look on your face when you saw Draco bragging shamelessly... "Seeing an awkward but polite smile on Harry's face, Owen reluctantly nodded with satisfaction.

"Reluctantly, keep this expression. Keep your head up and chest up, don't look around, look straight into the other person's eyes when you speak, and have a confident expression... If not, just follow Professor Snape's example and look expressionless. Staring at each other is not polite or friendly."

Seeing that Harry had finally adjusted his expression and posture in a decent way, Owen smiled quickly, nodded and said: "Next, you must show confidence and imagine that you have mastered enough to send Mr. Malfoy into the prison." The evidence of Azkaban must not show cowardice..."

"But, didn't you say that I have no evidence at all?" Harry said pitifully.

"But you have to show such a posture, otherwise Mr. Malfoy will not pay attention to your advice at all." Owen said seriously, "Of course, you don't have to say it, otherwise it is a threat. You just need to use it appropriately. Keeping silent and smiling meaningfully is enough."

Although Harry felt a little unreliable, he still nodded seriously and took Owen's words to heart.

"Last point, people like Mr. Malfoy are always good at quickly figuring out your true and falsehoods from your words and deeds." Owen crossed his shoulders and narrowed his sharp eyes. After seeing Harry start to feel restless, he smiled. : "So, you should talk less and listen more. The less you show, the harder it will be for him to see through you."

"Try to speak briefly, slow down, and use rhetorical questions more often. When you encounter a topic that you don't understand or can't answer, you should remain silent, or chuckle, or use a concise tone. Words as a response. And you have to remember - you have to be confident no matter what!" Owen said with a smile, "Learn from me to speak like this...Equality is the prerequisite for mutual respect, isn't it?"

"Of course," Harry said with a chuckle, his emerald green eyes staring deeply into Owen's.

"Yes, that's it." Owen smiled and clapped, "You learn quickly, Harry."

Harry's confident expression collapsed instantly. He moved his body uneasily and asked doubtfully, "Is this really okay?"

"Don't you believe me?" Owen looked hurt.

"No!" Harry shook his head quickly.

"Then why don't you practice more?" Owen's expression suddenly became as meticulous as Professor McGonagall's.

Harry quickly sat upright, with a faint smile on his face, and looked at him deeply. He stood up and walked slowly for two steps with his head held high, his posture actually carrying a sense of leisurely elegance. Well, just follow Owen's usual look, that's not difficult!

Melet was lying on the table, wagging her tail, tilting her cute little head and staring straight at Harry with her golden eyes, as if looking at a fool who had been deceived and lame.

"Meow~" She called softly to Owen. This little fool was having so much fun, he was stunned for a while.

Owen suppressed a smile, picked up the cat and rubbed it, then leisurely picked up the tea cup and took a sip of the fragrant tea.

…

In front of the castle gate, Draco saw his father approaching from a distance. His eyes lit up and he raised his arm and waved.

"Dad, why did you come here to see Harry?" He looked at Mr. Malfoy suspiciously, "I thought you wouldn't agree to see him... you weren't even willing to tell me about the diary." Speaking of the diary, he looked a little dissatisfied.

Mr. Lucius Malfoy was wearing black robes, with long pale blond hair hanging behind his back, and his expression looked unfathomable. He played with the snake-shaped cane in his hand and said calmly: "What kind of person do you think Harry Potter is, Draco?"

"Him?" Draco thought for a moment, glanced at his father from the corner of his eye, raised his slender chin and said, "Just like that, he didn't show any particularly strong talents, and he didn't have any ambitions. He just spent the whole day with little kids. He is noisy like a child, loves to take risks and is very unlucky. He is not as mature and reliable as me at all... but he is not bad." At this point, his chin raised even higher.

"You said that he has the ability to hurt people who are malicious to him. This means that he does have some powerful talent that has not been fully revealed." Lucius tightened his grip on the cane in his hand, his eyes It became even deeper, "He is a parselmouth, and was even... trained by Dumbledore as his successor. For this reason alone, he cannot be underestimated and is worthy of our friendship."

"But Harry always looked at those Muggleborns with admiration, Dad," Draco pouted.

"If he is indeed worthy of investment, it is not impossible to abandon the theory of pure blood." Lucius frowned. Although he is a firm supporter of the pure-blood theory, his bottom line is also very flexible. As long as there is a greater benefit, he does not mind putting the pure-blood theory aside, even if it makes him feel uncomfortable. The Malfoy family, with its long history, has never lacked this kind of tact and shrewdness.

Draco opened his mouth in shock, unable to believe that his father would say such outrageous things. If the person who said such words was me, I would definitely be pissed off at home.

"You've been with Harry Potter for so long, but you haven't been able to change his mind?" Lucius's gray eyes were calm and calm.

"Harry's temper is as stubborn as an ox's, so he listens to Owen more..." Draco muttered.

"Owen? A child of the Shafik family?" Lucius calmed down and looked at his son with some hatred. Is this being preempted by the Shafiq family? From the same starting point, my own children are one step behind.

Draco responded with a "hum" without realizing it, and then rolled his eyes: "Dad, what are you going to do with Dobby?"

Lucius narrowed his eyes indifferently. What else could a disloyal and unduty house elf do? He thought of something again and said slowly: "You said that Harry Potter cares about that house elf?"

"Yes, after all, Dobby saved us once." Draco said slowly.

"...I know." Lucius said thoughtfully, "Okay, it's time for me to meet Harry Potter."

The father and son arrived outside an empty classroom. Lucius asked Draco to stay outside first, then walked in alone and saw Harry waiting inside. The little wizard had a confident but polite smile on his immature face. His posture was calm, neither humble nor arrogant, calm and collected, not at all hesitant or reserved. He was not at all like a little wizard of this age.

Lucius took it more seriously. He smiled and nodded, showing a close attitude.

"Mr. Malfoy, nice to meet you." Harry stared into the other person's eyes, trying hard not to show timidity, and stretched out his right hand calmly.

The two shook hands, looked at each other, and fell into a brief silence. Harry was in a state of panic, and for a moment he couldn't think of what to say, so he could only look at the other person with a stiff smile.

Lucius silently observed Harry's expression, but couldn't see his attitude clearly from the other person's face, so he couldn't help but pay more attention to it. Being able to remain calm at such a young age, is this what Draco calls an "ordinary child"? He glanced at Draco, who was peeping outside the door, and couldn't help but tighten the cane in his hand.

"Mr. Malfoy, please come here specifically. I want to talk to you... about the diary." Harry finally remembered what he wanted to say, and he slowed down as Owen had instructed. Speedy, trying hard to hide his guilty conscience, hoping to make himself look more confident.

After saying this, he didn't know what to say anymore, so he stared deeply at Mr. Malfoy, with a faint smile on his face, but his fingers secretly pinched his thigh flesh. The aura of Mr. Malfoy always made people feel an inexplicable pressure. Although Harry was not afraid, he was inevitably a little nervous because he wanted to talk and negotiate with the other party on an equal footing.

"Ah, of course, I think this is also the case." Lucius also looked at Harry and said in a smooth tone, "This kind of thing happened in the school and even put you and Draco in danger. I I also feel very sorry and scared. In fact, I have been trying to find the diary recently to end such attacks, but I have found nothing."

Harry looked at him steadily and said softly, "Oh?"

"In fact, the day after you were attacked, I went to search once after I came to visit Draco." Lucius said in a low voice, "But things went beyond my expectations. The diary did not In the hands of the Weasley children. I think it might have ended up in someone else's hands, but I've completely lost track of it."

Harry's heart became heavy, and he nodded distractedly, but his expression remained calm, making Lucius look even higher.

"I think you should know the information about that diary, Mr. Malfoy?" Harry asked with a smile while looking into the other person's eyes, putting his hands behind his back and pinching his fingertips into his palms.

"I don't know much more than you do." Lucius said slowly, turning to look at the dark green grass outside the window, "That is undoubtedly a magic item that can open the secret chamber, and it was something made by the previous heir. But Exactly how to achieve this, I don’t know.”

Harry couldn't help but feel extremely disappointed. He thought he could find a breakthrough from Mr. Malfoy and quickly solve the crisis in the school, but he didn't expect that the other party had no way. Fortunately, Mr. Malfoy showed his willingness to end the attack, which made him relieved. Fortunately, this was the case...

He didn't know what to say anymore, so he could only stand there without embarrassment and look into Mr. Malfoy's eyes with a smile.

Are you doubting me? This child is indeed not simple. Lucius paused, and then said: "You don't have to doubt what I said. I can't continue to put Draco in danger, he has already offended that... thing, even if it's just for my son, I’ll try to find that diary as well as I can.”

"Of course I believe you, Mr. Malfoy." Harry nodded with a smile. Should he have been suspicious? Sure enough, people like Mr. Malfoy always think too much...

"Sir, I don't think we all want this to happen again at Hogwarts, right?" he said carefully. Although he wanted to say it directly, please don't throw messy dangerous things into Hogwarts in the future.

"Of course, Mr. Potter." Lucius nodded in agreement, and then changed his words, "I want to know, what do you think of Muggle-born wizards?"

Harry was stunned for a moment, wondering why the topic turned to this aspect. Is this issue important? He was panicking in his heart, but he looked calmly into the other person's eyes and said slowly: "Are they any different from us, Mr. Malfoy?"

Lucius was silent for a moment, silently waiting for the next step.

Harry racked his brains to think, and then he remembered the issue of pure blood theory that Owen had told him, so he said according to the script: "As far as I know, there are no real pure bloods in the wizarding world, right? ? No family has a history of intermarriage with Muggles in the past. The reason why the theory of pure blood is so popular in modern times is nothing more than wizards’ dissatisfaction with the secrecy law and the inability of some families to let go of their past glory..."

"Then what's your attitude towards Muggles?" Lucius' eyes became even deeper.

"Muggles? Of course they also have a meaning for their existence." Harry was confused by the other party's question. Not knowing what to say, he just smiled softly, said briefly, and then looked at Malfoy meaningfully. gentlemen.

Lucius couldn't help but take a deep breath. This little wizard actually had such a profound understanding of pure blood theory, and even...had the ambition to break the law of secrecy and enslave Muggles? He couldn't help but tighten the wand in his hand and saw a new star that would rise in the future.

He is the Boy-Who-Lived, and he defeated the Dark Lord. Such a reputation naturally gives him a large group of admirers and supporters. He directly pointed his sword at the now-maligned "Wizard Secrecy Act" and shouted the slogan of liberating the wizarding world, which was bound to receive a large response. He established a study group in school and gathered a group of classmates from influential pure-blood families. This will be his future team...

Is this what Draco meant when he said he had no ambition? Lucius tightened his grip on his cane again and felt his hand itching.

"Draco will be your helper if you want." He said with a very serious and serious expression. Such an ambition was something he was very willing to support. He was too dissatisfied with the Secrecy Act and Muggles, and the little wizard in front of him did a really good job.

Harry Potter had the means and scheming to win over classmates from influential pure-blood families such as Shafik, Greengrass, Parkinson, Longbottom and even Malfoy in the first grade. It is clear that the Zabini family also has a strong influence in the business world. He has a good reputation in Hogwarts school, has the reputation of the Boy Who Lived, and has Dumbledore's devoted training and support...

As long as such a person does not die young, he will surely rise and lead the trend of the wizarding world in the future. Lucius, seeing this clearly, decided to make a bet in advance. The earlier he invests, the greater the returns he will receive in the future.

Harry listened to the other person's words blankly, having no idea what he was talking about. How could Draco help him? It would be nice if that guy didn't cause any trouble, right? He just smiled and nodded and said calmly: "It's my honor."

Seeing that the time was almost up, Harry begged Dobby for mercy before saying goodbye to Mr. Malfoy.

"Don't worry, you will be satisfied with my handling." Lucius said.

The two nodded goodbye, and Harry smiled as he watched Mr. Malfoy leave, then sat down on the chair and let out a long sigh of relief.

Lucius looked at his silly son with sharp eyes, frowned and looked at his cane thoughtfully, thinking that it was time for Draco to grow up quickly.