Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Wiltshire, Malfoy Manor.

In the study.

"Unlike the decline of individual wizards in a total war. In local wars or small conflicts, the advantages of wizards as advanced combat units will be infinitely magnified."

Draco flipped the book left and right, and finally slammed the book on the table.

"I don't understand."

A cautious knock on the door came, accompanied by the sound of heavy hinges, and a somewhat shrill voice appeared: "Master Draco, it's dinner time, the master asked you to go to the restaurant."

"Okay." Draco stood up: "Put this book back in my room."

"Okay." Dobby took the book handed over by Draco, watched Draco leave, and disappeared in a flash.

In the huge restaurant, Draco's leather shoes stepped on the luxurious carpet. The manor was not bright all the time. Standing at the door of the restaurant, he could only see two figures sitting quietly at the dining table.

"Dad, Mom." Draco and Narcissa hugged.

"Oh, Draco, have you been in the study all day today?" Narcissa asked.

"Not really." Draco shook his head: "I did some exercise outside the manor this morning. Mom, you know, I'm too thin, I need to exercise more."

"Good job, sit down." Narcissa waved her hands.

"Dad." Draco looked at Lucius again.

At this moment, Lucius looked thinner than ever, and the bloodshot was more prominent in his pale skin.

This was a manifestation of Lucius's fatigue during this period.

"There have been too many things in the ministry recently." Lucius rubbed his eyes and explained casually.

"Is it because of the new minister?" Draco asked.

"Yes, yes." Lucius nodded: "Scrimgeour is more difficult than we thought. As soon as he took office, he rejected all our goodwill.

And he also confiscated many vaults in Gringotts, even those of the Lestrange family. This incident caused dissatisfaction among the French Lestrange family. The day before yesterday, they formally filed a complaint against the Ministry of Magic at the International Confederation of Wizards.

I thought this matter would have a good result, but I didn't expect Scrimgeour's attitude to be unbelievably tough."

"My aunt's vault was confiscated?" Draco was a little surprised. Of course, in his heart, he silently said "It's what he deserves."

But at the same time, he felt a little sorry. It would be better if the money was given to his own family.

"Well." Lucius nodded: "Let's eat. I have to go to the Floo later?"

"Going out again? It's already evening now." Narcissa was a little worried.

"That's right." Lucius raised his knife and fork: "The Department of Magical Transportation plans to introduce magic carpets. This kind of family transportation is a great threat to the Floo Network."

For so many years, while Lucius has been living off his old capital, he has also been acting as such a political and business broker to make profits for the family.

If it works this time, maybe he can get some shares from the Floo Bang.

In addition to the magic carpet, Lucius also knows some other news.

For example, a small toy of Arthur Weasley caused quite a stir at the previous expo. Muggle flying cars are really shitty things!

And now, this Arthur actually wants to take advantage of the expo to legalize flying cars. You know, there was already a knight public train in front, and there was not much legal resistance to flying cars.

He knew that Arthur Weasley was definitely not so business-minded, and there was definitely someone behind him directing him.

Flying cars are also something that can affect the business of the Floo Network. As long as this is added, it must not be a difficult task to bite off a piece of meat from the Floo Bang.

And now that he doesn't eat meat, I don't know if he can maintain such influence in the Ministry of Magic in the future.

Damn Scrimgeour.

After a quiet dinner, Draco wiped his mouth with a handkerchief near the end. After thinking again and again, he decided to speak.

"Dad, is the Dark Lord really back?" he asked.

The spoon that Lucius was holding up suddenly froze in mid-air. After a moment, he put the spoon down, wiped his hands with a handkerchief, and asked back: "Why do you think so?"

"Two consecutive Dark Marks last semester." Draco said: "This must be a signal, right?"

"Maybe, why do you care so much about this matter?" Lucius continued to ask back.

He smelled something bad.

"I want to join the Death Eaters." Draco suddenly spoke, making the atmosphere of the entire restaurant cold again.

"Enough!" Lucius rebuked softly: "Don't say such stupid things in the future."

"Why?" Draco continued to ask: "Isn't it good to join the Death Eaters and work with the Dark Lord?"

"Good?!" Lucius' voice was extremely serious: "Draco, don't think that Death Eaters are a good thing. Death Eaters are accompanied by danger. Do you want to see me find your body in Diagon Alley one night?!"

"Who is the danger?" Draco continued to ask, his tone gradually slowed down.

"The mysterious man - or the Auror?"

The mysterious man? !

Lucius tasted his son's words, and then reacted instantly.

What followed was a kind of disbelief.

"You don't want to join the Death Eaters, you want to know how the Death Eaters feel about the Dark Lord?"

In fact, after seeing Lucius's expression, Draco had already got the answer.

Obviously, even if he was a Death Eater, it was not a safe choice to follow the mysterious man. He had already vaguely seen his father's fear of the mysterious man.

Not to mention - the mysterious man would kill people, and after the fall of the mysterious man, even the most dangerous criminals would only be imprisoned.

"Dad, do you think that even if the mysterious man did not die, even if he really became the winner of the wizard war, would we be the winners?" Draco asked seriously.

"Draco." Narcissa frowned, her face pale, and her voice trembling: "What are you talking about? Your father was controlled by the Imperius Curse back then, and was forced to do those things unwillingly!"

Draco was stunned, and then nodded.

"I said something stupid, Dad and Mom."

After that, he stood up and bowed slightly: "I'm full, you guys enjoy it."

Then, he walked out of the restaurant.

The restaurant became quiet again, and even the breathing sound was much weaker.

After a moment, Lucius suddenly exhaled a large breath as if he had just surfaced, and then continued to take deep breaths.

"He he."

"Maybe he just thinks too much. You know, boys of this age like to fantasize." Narcissa hurriedly comforted.

"Maybe," Lucius said, supporting himself with his elbows on the table.

"Something's wrong, Narcissa, I feel something's wrong." Lucius' pupils kept flickering.

"Draco, it's too fast."

"What's too fast?" Narcissa asked.

"The first time I talked to my father like this was when I was twenty-five," Lucius said.

"His thoughts, and other things, other things, all made me feel too fast.

It felt like he was still looking forward to me buying him a birthday present yesterday, and today he stood face to face in front of me, engaging in a war of words with me."

"Don't think too much." Narcissa kept patting her husband's back gently to soothe Lucius' emotions.

However, what made Lucius even more troublesome was that he had to erase this memory.

"Narcissa, help me extract this memory. If the Dark Lord knew about this conversation, I'm afraid Draco would..."