Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

"Today he will betray his master, Claudius." The green gem jumped rapidly on the young man's fingertips, and the bright light reflected by the light not only flashed to Claudius, but also flashed to the side where he was sitting. The black creature admiring its hand on the golden-red throne.

The man held down the head of the little animal that was about to move, and stuck the delicate little staff on the other side of the throne. Sniffing began to compete with the throne fixed on the display stand for the ownership of the golden scepter.

"He will betray you tomorrow." He finally took the gem in his hand with compassion, and then handed it out again.

Claudia pushed with the corner of her leather glove to indicate that she did not want to inspect the goods.

"I can't do anything that would make him betray me." Claudia said, "As an elf, I don't think having a conscience is a bad thing."

"Oh, yes." Mr. Philip turned his weak but nimble fingers, and the shining stone disappeared into his palm. "Nini is a loyal servant, and you have earned it, yes, just as you have mine, Claudine."

"But what about the Malfoy one?"

"He's really inconsistent, but a pretty good worker, isn't he?"

"If you know what's appropriate."

"Don't I know what's appropriate?"

Phillip did not answer the question. He even stopped all his small movements and seemed to be seriously thinking about how to answer the question.

The two of them stared at each other for a long time, until the next guest opened the jingling door curtain. The platinum-gold door curtain swept away the stiff expression on Philip's face, like a ten thousand-year-old zombie, and changed it back to A smile that remains unchanged for thousands of years.

"What a rare visitor, Lucius. What do you need?"

Lucius Malfoy turned his head to one side and looked away from the smiling man in front of him, then raised his eyebrows again.

Okay, this is a signal for her to leave.

Claudia grinned and smiled at him: "Good day, Mr. Malfoy."

"Oh..." This time, the smooth-tongued Malfoy saw her clearly again, "Good day, Miss Albert."

"I was planning to invite you to a small gathering at your humble residence, miss, but I heard that your holiday schedule is very busy?" The man's head was held high and he lowered his head slightly, "Quinzi is very much looking forward to your visit."

"You know." Claudia responded to her with that smile, "I came here just to get something I need."

"Draco, he's a good boy."

The corner of Malfoy's mouth twitched. Obviously, he didn't quite agree with this kind words of praise for his son. He was a little confused about the meaning of this sentence.

So he continued: "When you are free, you are welcome to come anytime, miss."

The Malfoy family is a family with a very strange reputation in the wizarding world.

In the eyes of the Weasleys, the Malfoys are high-minded, slippery-tongued, as slippery as snakes, constantly tricking others, and like to use their power to oppress others. At the same time, they are keen on studying dark magic like every "evil" Slytherin, and there are countless dark magic props in the ancestral house. The most irritating thing is that after the wizard war, the Dark Lord's generals actually escaped punishment on the grounds that they were "under the Imperius Curse", which made countless Aurors sigh.

But looking further forward, it is not impossible for the Malfoys to protect these treasures accumulated over time and move from an unknown family to a powerful force in the wizarding world today.

In the early days before wizards promulgated the law of secrecy, the Malfoys used their unique charm to win the favor of powerful people in the Muggle world, and gained a large amount of treasure, land, and status. Even after the Secrecy Act was enacted, there were many examples of marriages with Muggles. They took advantage of the situation to the extreme.

Malfoy may not be a good ally, but he is definitely a long-sighted opportunist. And this speculator now wants to press part of the treasure in his hand onto Miss Albert's body.

Of course, he wasn't the only one. But it is a pity that Harry Potter, the great treasure who could have given the Malfoy family a good start, not only repeatedly opposed them, but also plundered his property and damaged his face.

Of course, of course, all this is not irreversible. For speculators, face is not the key, but interests are, especially visible interests.

Lucius Malfoy was in a high mood. He looked at the girl in front of him. The future of the Malfoy family had already flown thousands of miles away. He could fund her project, of course! In any case, Malfoy already has a Potions Master as a stable partner. Why can't he add a Charms Master or an Alchemy Master to such a team?

The ignorant Philip handed over a packed paper bag from the other side of the counter. Lucius raised his head and tried his best to see with his peripheral vision, trying to see what was inside through the thin paper bag. , but ultimately failed.

"See you next time, miss."

"See you next time, Philip." The girl nodded slightly, "See you next time, Mr. Malfoy."

When the bell rang for the second time, Mr. Malfoy spoke slowly: "What kind of anesthetic did you give these people, Parkinson?"

"What anesthetic?"

"Love potion? Or what?" Lucius raised an eyebrow rudely, his tone no longer polite as before, but of course, there was a hint of familiarity.

"It's personal charm, sir." Philip kept his smile unchanged, "So what do you need?"

"Do you have fresh keel bones? It's best to be finely chopped without damaging the main substance."

"This is a big price, who do you want to give it to?"

"Who else can use such a precious thing? Is it worth giving me such a gift?"

"Then you are really powerful." Philip said, "Of course, thank you for your patronage. I will let you know if it is available."

"I hope it can be done as quickly as possible, at least within half a year."

"Okay." Philip accepted the heavy bag, "There will be news within three months."

"Is there anything else you need?"

"Yes." Lucius tilted his head to one side, "Please come out and talk."

Malfoy took the lead to leave the counter and walked to the reception table on the side without any courtesy. The clerk handed over the tea from the side, closed the curtain, and left quickly. Phillip opened the dark brown curtain and sat opposite him.

"So, how on earth did you suddenly reappear after disappearing for so long? Philip?" The most common fake smile among Malfoys crept onto their faces again, "You know, we were worried about you for a while. We thought you had already died."

"Because the Parkinson family has already issued an obituary?"

"..." Malfoy twitched the corner of his mouth, "Are you still blaming me for not helping you?"

"No, of course not, Lucius." Philip's expression was very soft, and the previous depressive gloom had long since disappeared from his body, "I know that you can't go against an entire family. "

"You at least gave me some Galleons, Lucius, and I'm grateful to you."

"..." Lucius Malfoy's expression finally broke away from the stiffness, and his voice lowered, "What exactly did you do to get on Wilson's express train?"

Philip Parkinson, the Squib, was born with great anticipation, which no one realized at the time.

The benevolent Parkinson is not as crazy as Blake, hoping to expel all creatures that have nothing to do with magic from this world. However, when Philip, who has already shown his business talent, did not receive the notice when he was of appropriate age, he acted as a The glory of "Parkinson" ends here.

They were more than ten years apart, and Malfoy didn't dislike this smart boy from a friendly merchant family who always smiled. When he found out that the good boy with whom he had a lot of fun was actually a squib who couldn't wave a wand, Malfoy even felt sad. A few tears were shed at the party.

Poor Philip plummeted, even his own nephew could step on him. Just like every large family has one or two people at the bottom who set off the good lives of others, Philip, who fell from his high position, suffered unprecedented atrocities. Whether it was the look of disgust from his parents or the fact that all his authority was stripped away overnight, his family members cut off all social interactions and robbed him of all his achievements in the name of doing his best. The most terrifying thing is, Everyone accepted this huge change as a matter of course.

"The Parkinson family doesn't need a public squib." Old Parkinson said, although he did not say the more unpleasant words, but the more unpleasant words appeared thousands of times in Philip's life after he was twelve years old.

"Dirty Squibs" is a scornful term used by wizards for a group of people who cannot perform magic.

Without magic, every step in this world would be extremely difficult. And his high profile a few years ago made almost everyone in the circle know that he was an outcast from "Parkinson's". There are constant fights among various families, but they are surprisingly unanimous on this point.

He has nothing to live on and barely survives. Is this really the case?

Unwilling to give up, Philip had an unprecedented quarrel with his family on the day he came of age: "What if that's the case? I'd rather be like the Black family! Rather than this! Why don't you let me go? Shouldn't my life be like this? I don't care at all." Don’t you see the energy for the future?”

Mrs. Parkinson gently pressed the corners of her eyes with a silk handkerchief, and said in a strange, sighing tone: "Oh my God, my child, how could you think like this! Do you want to be thrown out of this world?" To protect you and support your family?”

"It just so happens that you are eighteen years old, my child." Old Parkinson continued, "Although this day comes too late, under normal circumstances, you should have just graduated from Hogwarts, and then Go to your job.”

They smiled kindly, but everything around them disappeared with him in an instant.

When he came to his senses, he was in a deserted wasteland.