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Recognized in the wizarding world as the residence of a wealthy pure-blood family, Malfoy Manor is located in Wiltshire, England.

This is a dignified and luxurious manor. Unlike other magical families, Malfoy Manor is more like the residence of a noble lord.

Dumbledore stood in front of the two exquisite wrought iron doors, patiently studying the patterns engraved on the doors.

A green head flashed across the edge of the wall just now. It was the house elf of the Malfoy family.

Therefore, Dumbledore is not in a hurry to force his way in for the time being - that is a last resort, when there is no other way.

He would still like to have a friendly, calm talk if possible.

In fact, he didn't wait too long. Before Dumbledore could identify the vague ancient Latin writing on the edge of the wrought iron door, the door opened quietly.

Lucius Malfoy stood there, with an angry expression mixed with a hint of uneasiness, and his eyes narrowed to slits.

"Good afternoon, Lucius," Dumbledore said pleasantly.

"I was studying the writing on it just now. It is very pure and elegant ancient Latin. It is rare to see such well-preserved writing these days." He pointed in the direction of the wrought iron door, "Sanctimonia Vincet Sempe - this is the Malfoy family's Is the family motto correct? If my interpretation is correct, it should be, purity will always win?"

"Sorry," Lucius Malfoy stared at Dumbledore with cold eyes and said, "If you want to study ancient writings, I suggest going to Gringotts."

"Oh, that's right, Lucius," Dumbledore smiled calmly, "Not long ago, I happened to learn a piece of gossip - I heard that there is a notebook in Malfoy Manor, which contains some wonderful contents. To be honest, I am not a very curious person, but I heard that the owner of the notebook is a young wizard named Tom Riddle. I thought about it carefully and thought it would be best to come and take a look. , otherwise I might have insomnia again at night.”

"I don't know what you're talking about, Dumbledore. I don't have any notebook here, and I don't recognize that-"

Lucius Malfoy's face was paler than usual, but there was still a cold glint in his eyes.

"——Well, that... young wizard, your trip may have been in vain."

"No, of course you do." Dumbledore answered him with a smile.

Dumbledore took a small step forward slowly, just in time to block Lucius Malfoy's move to close the door again.

"Few people know that Voldemort used to be called Tom Riddle, but the Malfoy family must be one of the few people. After all, your father was Tom's closest friend in school, and when Tom reappeared as Voldemort, When you appeared in society, Lucius, you happened to be the prefect of Slytherin House at the time."

"I don't know what you are talking about. There may be rumors that we have dealings with the dark forces, but the Ministry of Magic confirmed these rumors ten years ago."

Mr. Malfoy snapped, his silver cane trembling in his hand as if he'd been pricked by a needle, his voice rising.

"I must warn you - Dumbledore - don't force me to report your intrusion and illegal harassment to the Ministry of Magic..."

"So... Tom actually gave you a diary, right?"

Dumbledore ignored Lucius' threat, looked at the other person's cold gray eyes quietly, and said softly.

"Tom can see through other people's lies. Where do you think he learned this magic?"

"I don't think it would be wise to have the Ministry come over, Lucius."

He paid close attention to Malfoy's reaction, and most of his suspicions were confirmed: the diary predicted by Dalia at least existed.

And that means...

Dumbledore took out a written letter from his arms and handed it to Mr. Malfoy not far away.

"Of course, you can contact the Ministry of Magic and I will stay with you here until the Aurors arrive - or we can sit down and talk in the living room first?"

"So if I say no, are you going to..." Mr. Malfoy said slowly to Dumbledore.

goo—

At this moment, an owl suddenly flew down from the sky and dropped a letter into Lucius Malfoy's hands.

He subconsciously opened the envelope, glanced at it quickly, and then his whole body suddenly froze.

"You, you... I thought you... were very good... I finally learned the lesson..."

Lucius' expression suddenly became very strange. He crumpled the letter into a ball and threw it at Dumbledore viciously.

Mr. Malfoy's lips were trembling, and his whole body looked like a volcano about to erupt. The veins on the back of his right hand holding the silver cane were exposed.

Severus Snape's letter seemed inexplicable - Draco had been in solitary confinement for being provocative and rude.

However, if combined with Dumbledore's sudden visit, the threat is self-evident: Lucius Malfoy originally thought that Dumbledore would not bother to make such a despicable and ugly threat, but who knew that the other party was better than him? It's crazier than he imagined, or...this old madman's determination this time is much stronger than he imagined.

"The past has nothing to do with Draco, Dumbledore, if you dare to take action against my son -"

Lucius took a deep breath and slowly released the silver cane in his hand. He did not think he was qualified to draw the sword in front of Dumbledore.

At the same time, Dumbledore also opened the owl letter and glanced at it with confusion, his expression a little subtle.

"Well, a wonderful misunderstanding." Dumbledore said calmly, looking calmly into Mr. Malfoy's eyes, "Severus - he didn't know that I would come to Malfoy Manor today. In fact, no one You know - I'm just here to pick up the diary, that thing is more dangerous and important than you think."

Malfoy said nothing, his pale, pointed face suddenly seemed to be covered with a mask.

"The Malfoy family is one of the most prestigious pure-blood wizarding families," Dumbledore continued. "It's been ten years. It's time for you to come out of the shadows instead of continuing to keep those dangerous and unstable bombs. Today No one else will know about the matter, our conversation, and the diary. As for Mr. Draco Malfoy, he is a student of Hogwarts. As the headmaster of Hogwarts, I will not I will not harm any student, let alone use students to achieve personal goals..."

Mr. Malfoy forced himself to speak.

"Only this one time……"

He said in a deep voice unnaturally, and glanced at Dumbledore with a complicated expression.

"For your sake, just this once...I threw it out. I don't know who picked it up."

"So Draco—"

"I'll find out when I get back to Hogwarts."

Dumbledore replied gently. He looked at the crumpled letter in his hand and handed it to Mr. Malfoy.

"However, I suggest that you write to ask directly - I really don't know about this matter, and Severus should have a reason for writing to you."

"Hmph. Of course - it's best this way."