Hiding in Hogwarts as a professor

Lucius forced himself to take out the knife and fork and put them aside.

"Dobby, bring me another knife and fork."

"Okay, Master Malfoy." Dobby, who was serving the dishes, responded quickly.

When the elf presented the new knife and fork, Lucius asked with a slightly trembling voice: "Then have you produced any research results?"

His mood at the moment is very complicated.

As the Dark Lord, he was the most loyal, well, not that loyal, but he was definitely the most capable subordinate.

But Lucius didn't know how to face the problem of the possible resurrection of the Dark Lord.

Logically speaking, he was full of expectations and very much hoped that the Dark Lord would return and once again lead the Death Eaters to conquer the magical world.

And the Malfoy family can get rid of its gradual decline and become glorious again.

However, he was a little scared.

Twelve years ago, he escaped from trial by betraying the Dark Lord's faith.

What's more important is that not long ago, he took the important things the Dark Lord entrusted to him and gave them to the youngest daughter of the Weasley family as trouble.

If Voldemort is resurrected, he will be the first to be punished!

Therefore, he was a little confused about his own heart.

Tver looked at Lucius who was in trouble and said jokingly: "The result? That's too much."

"I learned Dumbledore's best technique of transfiguration, and I can even incorporate powerful magic into transfiguration."

"Not to mention magic. The principal also showed me the Gubulai fairy fire. As long as it is not extinguished actively, it will continue to burn."

"He is also very proficient in some small skills in class. Through clever design, he can make——"

"I mean, the part about the Dark Lord."

Lucius said suddenly.

Surprised, Narcissa and Draco both stopped their knives and forks and looked at him with slightly widened eyes.

"Sorry," Lucius knew he was being rude, but he still wanted to know the answer to the question, "But you have to admit, the Dark Lord's affairs are more... concerning."

Seeing this, Tver put away his teasing smile and showed a serious expression here for the first time.

"Dumbledore believes that Voldemort must not be dead yet. On the contrary, he has been looking for opportunities to be resurrected."

"That is to say——"

"In other words, sooner or later he will return to the magical world, maybe now, or maybe ten years later.

But no matter how long it takes, he will definitely be resurrected! "

Lucius's face was expressionless, but his hands were holding the knife and fork tightly.

The precious silver knife and fork was a little soft, but it did not prevent the silver handle from leaving a deep indentation on his palm.

"If I remember correctly, Mr. Malfoy said in the Wizengamot Inquisition that he was under the Imperius Curse?"

Tver stared straight into Lucius's twinkling eyes, "I just don't know. What will the Dark Lord do if he finds out about this after he is resurrected?"

Lucius's eyes flickered and he suddenly smiled.

"Ha, you have to ask the Dark Lord himself."

Tver also showed a happy smile and raised the wine glass in his hand to him.

"That's really not something we can know now." After he took a sip of wine, he looked at the red wine in the glass in surprise, "This should be a Muggle bar, and it tastes pretty good."

Speaking of this, Lucius raised his chin proudly, exactly the same as Draco's usual expression.

"I still have some connections with the Muggle aristocracy, and I have a lot of antique utensils from there at home."

"Although it's not as wonderful as a magic item, I heard it's also valuable to Muggles."

In fact, most of the non-magical items in this house were acquired by them from Muggle nobles, dating back hundreds of years.

Ten centuries ago, Malfoy's ancestors came to England and drew huge wealth and power from the Muggles around them, including this magnificent manor.

In order to house these past glories, he had to specially arrange a huge room. .seven

Everything in this room is more precious than all of Weasley's belongings, he thought proudly in his heart.

Tver put down his glass in envy.

"As expected of Uncle Lucius, I heard that the Malfoy family accumulated mountains of wealth from Muggles hundreds of years ago.

Our family is in trouble. Now we can't make this kind of money even if we want to, so we can only sit back and eat nothing in the magic world. "

The pride in Lucius's heart suddenly disappeared, and his face darkened a bit.

Sitting and living in vain is also the current situation of the Malfoy family.

I thought I could accumulate a family fortune by following the Dark Lord, but before the glory began, Voldemort was defeated by a baby.

Not only did he not make any money, but he also paid a lot of money in order to escape guilt.

Now that the Malfoy family has declined in the wizarding world, the Ministry of Magic dares to come and search his family manor!

Twenty years ago, even the Minister of Magic would have respected him when they saw him!

It is a pity that the wealth accumulated by the family is now less than one-third of its original value, especially those three hundred years ago, leaving only Muggle antiques that cannot be sold.

unless--

"Unless we can make money from the Muggle world again." Tver said seductively, as if he had seen through Lucius's heart.

Lucius was startled and quickly checked his brain, but found no trace of being invaded.

He looked at Tver, who had a calm expression on his face, and said in surprise: "The International Federation of Wizards will not allow you to do this."

"Then just ask them to allow it?"

"How could they-"

Dobby suddenly apparated and appeared in front of everyone, trembling and saying:

"Sir, those people from the Ministry of Magic are here again."

"Damn it!" Lucius immediately put down his knife and fork angrily.

"Is it them again?" Narcissa asked with a frown.

"Who else could be there besides them? This must be the third time we've come here to search this month!"

Lucius took a few deep breaths before a relaxed smile appeared on his face.

"Bring them in, Dobby." Then he turned to look at Tver, "I'm really sorry for letting you see such a scene."

"I understand."

Tweel looked at the plate reluctantly and followed the Malfoy family to the door.

He quite liked Dobby's desserts.

After a while, a group of people walked in quickly.

The short, fat man at the head is none other than the current Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge.

But Tver's attention was on Cynthia behind him.

We haven’t seen each other for half a year. Cynthia is still wearing the dark red windbreaker, but the greenness on her face has long faded. She steps on high heels and moves very neatly.

Among the group of people, she was even more resolute than the winking Auror behind her.

Her eyes glanced around the four people standing at the door without stopping, and then watched Fudge and Lucius exchanging greetings.

"——By the way, let me introduce you," Fudge moved slightly to reveal Cynthia's figure, "This is Cynthia Wasika, Barty Crouch's right-hand man."

"People from the International Magic Cooperation Department?" Lucius frowned tightly, "Why are you here here?"

Cynthia strode forward expressionlessly and said in a cold voice:

"We were recently searching for a batch of dark magic items imported from abroad. We heard that there are a lot of them in Malfoy Manor, so we stopped by."

Lucius sneered and looked her over.

"It's really hard for you. You came to search my house with so many names. Where is that Weasley? What is his name?"

"Because we have received evidence that you have hidden a lot of shady things at home!" Mr. Weasley stood at the end of the line and said loudly.

"We all know there is nothing in your house, Lucius. This is just a routine inspection. We will leave after the inspection is completed." Fudge was a little embarrassed.

One side is the work of the Ministry of Magic, and the other side is the financial backer of the Ministry of Magic. He doesn't want to delay either side.

Lucius gave the Ministry group a cold look and stepped aside before Fudge spoke again.

However, Tver was exposed to everyone.

"Who is this?" Fudge said in surprise.

"Tver Foley," Tver extended his hand in a friendly manner, "a child of the Foley family."

"Oh," Fudge suddenly realized and held it, "Is Hector Foley yours?"

"My grandpa."

"Well, your grandfather's original demeanor, well, I admired it very much." He said hesitantly.

Tweel and Fudge didn't chat for long. After all, they had official business and he was a guest of the Malfoy family.

Therefore, Tver gave Lucius a meaningful look in the end, and left the manor with Draco's reluctant eyes.