Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

After many years, Philip came from behind the scenes to the stage. Philip was no longer the confused person who just grabbed a faint beam of light that came in and didn't belong to him and let go.

He escaped from his memories, and a mysterious and meaningful smile appeared on his beautiful face: "I thought you had some insight into this, my brother."

Old Malfoy was noncommittal, and he gave a fake smile: "Actually, you don't have to take such a roundabout way. I mean, if it happens sooner or later, why don't you choose me?"

This is the most ridiculous thing in the world.

According to the usual style of the Malfoy family, what they are best at is not saving someone from a bad situation. In other words, with a Malfoy standing in front of you, you face a vote. This vote is related to someone's survival or death. Before this decision is made, they will never be the first to raise their hands and decide to use the ball in their hands. Throw it into any certain box.

Choose a Malfoy? This is indeed a somewhat flattering humility, but if Malfoy is really such a person who is willing to pay for a person's talents and possibilities, why would he stay here?

But that’s also what’s endearing about them. Since everything is uncertain, Malfoy is always the best to speak before something happens that may lead to a rift.

Even if you're a squib. As long as you get them what they want.

If you have more cheeky material, a better business plan, or help them gain an upper hand in a certain business war, they will be happy to throw themselves into your arms.

So now, dear Malfoys, we see another possibility.

"No, no, dear brother." Philip's face showed an expression that seemed helpless about something, "You don't realize the dividends here."

"dividend?"

"The most convenient purchasing channel and the lowest price. Do you know any first-hand middlemen?"

"That may be true, but is there a closer relationship between anyone than between you and me?"

"You know, I'm always a grateful person."

"Whether it's the Wilsons or you, my brother."

Lucius Malfoy felt convinced. Although this is also an excuse for rejection, it is obvious that this young man who should have experienced the bloody storms of this mall since his mother was born can always grasp every pain point of the customers who come to patronize. Lucius thought he could accept such an excuse.

That sounds more tempting than having one more sharer take away his treasure.

"Yes, yes, you are right." He responded in a low voice to the well-dressed Squib in front of him. He seemed to have returned to his peak, just like the man who was locked in the room when he met him at Parkinson's house in the early years. The handsome and submissive boy was almost no longer the same person - although he had only seen him a few times.

It's more like a candidate for the next successor who is being chased by everyone during the full moon drink or ten-year-old ceremony.

It's an admirable quality, an example of a man getting back on his feet after suffering a massive setback. Malfoy thought this was more Malfoy than Parkinson's. After all, the Malfoys can use their strengths at any time, swinging between the weak and the strong, snatching any possibility from the hands of these people, and ultimately still being able to survive in the environment where they confront each other.

Although it is a bit like dancing with swords, this does not prevent them from only achieving temporary glory like some families, or quickly declining.

After a break, Malfoy grabbed the snake-headed staff he was leaning on with one hand and stood up from his seat while supporting himself with the other hand. He shook hands with Philip in a friendly manner, and finally chose the most approachable rather than condescending attitude to pat his distant brother: "You know, Philip, I always support you."

"I mean, if someone asks me for news about you again..."

"I only have one name now." Philip said with a smile, "Other than your presence, who else can see me?"

"makes sense."

"The most important thing is." The fox-like young man smiled and rolled his eyes again, "No one will think of asking you for news about Parkinson Phillip. Please don't worry about this."

"I understand." Lucius Malfoy took the paper bag that another clerk handed over calmly from behind before leaving, "I really like you, Philip!"

"Believe me, I feel the same way as you, Lucius."