However, in just a few months, Draco once again entered the block where the Ministry of Magic was located, but it felt like a world away.The old telephone booth stood alone on the side of the road. To the Muggles, it was a redundant obstacle that had been broken for a long time but could not be repaired by the government.Pedestrians pass by in a hurry, and no one will care about it, and will not guess that there is another completely strange world under it.

Interestingly, wizards fled from Muggles in embarrassment centuries ago, carefully cocooning in inconspicuous corners.But now, when Muggles are stronger than ever, they are particularly confident in establishing political power in each other's territory.

The red Maserati slowly passed by in the urban area, Draco rested his chin on one hand, and looked out the window casually.

It was getting late at this time, and most Londoners had already entered a new day of busyness. There were few pedestrians on the street, and the office workers in the early morning were replaced by the group of people who were always inexplicably leisurely.

When Denny's part-time driver, Bartolome, brought Draco to the Ministry of Magic, the three of Blaise were already in a nearby coffee shop. They were so bored that they ordered a bunch of desserts and began to enjoy the sugar in the morning.

The vampire who has completed the mission is the first to evacuate from the battlefield where the wizards have no gunpowder, and return to his luxurious life.Draco pushed the door into the coffee shop, stopped beside the three of them, and didn't sit down.

The wall clock in the store was walking slowly, and there were still 10 minutes before their agreed negotiation time.The three of Blaise got up and followed Draco to the entrance of the Ministry of Magic's telephone booth for visitors.

"This is the first time I've entered from here." Marcus was the last to squeeze in, looking at the narrow and old space inside the phone booth with half curiosity and half disgust.

"Don't make it sound like you were happy to come to the Ministry," Brace said.

The four of them descended slowly in the crowd, and after passing through the brief darkness, the hall of the Ministry of Magic appeared in front of them.Without so many officials coming and going in a hurry and receiving endless visitors, the huge front hall looks very empty.

Draco and the others arrived on time almost on time, but the Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt, and a few strange officials were still here, waiting for them.Hermione stood beside the minister, staring at Draco with complicated eyes.Harry, Luo and other officials stood behind together, with a loose attitude, still not quite understanding how much change today's negotiations would bring to the wizarding world.

"Long time no see, Mr. Minister." Draco walked up to Kingsley, smiled and held out his hand.

His smile did not have Lucius's natural arrogance, but William's gentleness and politeness. He looked like an ordinary big boy, but Kingsley Shacklebolt, who had gone through the war, still couldn't deal with it. The heir of the Malfoy family relaxed his vigilance, shook hands with him formally, and said, "Actually, I never expected to meet you again, Mr. Malfoy."

"Understandable." Draco shrugged indifferently, and smiled: "After all, according to the trial of the Ministry of Magic, I should enjoy 30 years of prison life in Azkaban right now."

Kingsley raised his eyebrows: "Maybe I should send you to where you should be." He said and glanced at the three Slytherin youths behind Draco: "They are the same."

A few wizards from the Ministry of Magic pulled out their wands, and it seemed that Kingsley could capture a few wanted Slytherins with a single order.Seeing this, Harry, who had been mingling with other Ministry of Magic officials, couldn't help but took a step forward. He wanted to say something, but Ron grabbed his arm and dragged him back.

"This is different from what was agreed!" Harry frowned and said in a low voice.

Ron rolled his eyes: "Malfoy isn't nervous, why are you in a hurry."

Harry looked at Draco, only to find that the old opponent who was almost surrounded at this time was still smiling, pointing at his wand indifferently, and said calmly: "We all know that the Ministry of Magic needs what I have now , it’s better for everyone to be sincere and stop playing these tricks.”

When a Malfoy suddenly asked for sincerity, everyone's first reaction was to be stunned, looking at Draco like a ghost, unable to believe that a few months would bring about such a big change.However, Draco himself didn't think there was anything wrong with these words, and he still had a calm and gentle look, which made people suspect that the hostility against him at this time was unnecessary at all.

"Let's talk in detail in the office." Hermione suddenly interrupted Draco's performance.The eyes of the two collided, and this time Hermione didn't have any guilt to escape, she looked at Draco calmly, and made a slightly sideways gesture of invitation.

Regarding the route to the Arctic Circle, Hermione has done sufficient research, and she knows that the golden route is indeed worth trading for the Ministry of Magic, and the legal identity that the Slytherins need happens to be only provided by the British Ministry of Magic.In this case, if Draco wants to trade, he must be prepared to bleed heavily.

The initiative is in the hands of the Ministry of Magic, and the asking price is up to the Ministry of Magic to decide.But before proposing their rules, it might as well listen to the original intentions of the Slytherins.

As Hermione expected, Malfoy is not good at giving away profits. Although Draco proposed the deal first, when it comes to the formal content of the deal, what he gave was only half of the control of the route, and he could replace all positions with A British wizard who solves the problem of mass unemployment in the country.

Kingsley and Hermione discussed a few words together in a low voice, then shook their heads quickly.

"Impossible." He said bluntly: "If this is your sincerity, then there is no need to talk any further."

Draco raised his eyebrows: "Why don't you tell me what you think."

Hermione directly took out the written agreement and pushed it in front of him: "Look at this."

Draco picked up the parchment, quickly scanned the content on it, and couldn't help laughing out loud: "The route is fully operated by the Ministry of Magic, and the Malfoy family only reserves the right to use it? This is simply an empty-handed white wolf!"

Hermione shrugged and said relaxedly: "Of course you can refuse. Let me say in advance that you are not the only cooperation option in the wizarding world."

"Oh?" Draco looked at her curiously. "May I ask if anyone else is interested in the mess in England?"

Hermione didn't speak, her expression was refusing to answer.Draco's face was ugly, as if he didn't expect to face such a situation today.After a brief silence, Pansy first broke the stalemate and said, "Promise them."

"What?" Draco raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Pan Xi looked at him seriously and said, "I don't want to run away any more. Promise them, it's worth it to trade a flight route for our freedom."

"You don't even know how many Galleons that line can earn every year." Draco frowned and retorted, Pansy insisted all the time, so he could only look to Blaise for support, but the old friend sighed, Choose to stand on your wife's side.

Marcus clicked his tongue irritably: "Promise, we didn't lack Galleons when there were no airlines, so we will donate them to these poor ghosts." The other party became angry and glared at him fiercely.

"Have you figured it out?" Seeing that the three Slytherins except Draco had agreed, Hermione smiled in satisfaction and looked at Draco Malfoy, who was already alone.

"Okay." Draco sighed, and had to compromise in the face of the situation, but since he paid twice the price, he had to get some extra compensation from the Ministry of Magic.

"The transaction can be done according to your rules, but I request a public retrial." He picked up the quill, dipped it in ink, and stopped his hand in mid-air, waiting for the Ministry of Magic's answer.

Hermione raised her eyebrows: "Do you still remember the scene of the public trial last time?"

Draco certainly hasn't forgotten what happened a few months ago, and he will probably remember it clearly for the rest of his life.In that trial, he stood alone in the middle of the courtroom, facing the hatred of the entire British wizarding community.Every strange face in sight twisted, expecting him to fall into hell.

The result at that time did not satisfy everyone, because some radical wizards believed that Malfoy should be sentenced to death.He fled in a hurry and panic, and now he returns again, but he doesn't intend to be silent in the same way.

"Of course I remember." Draco raised his chin, showing the pride of belonging to the Malfoy family and the entire Slytherin for the first time today: "Those people don't scare me, Slytherin will never return to England secretly. "

Kingsley sneered, and stopped Hermione, who still wanted Draco to dismiss his thoughts: "They want a retrial, so give them a retrial. Let them know that even if their legal status is restored, British wizards don't welcome them."

Draco directly added his request to the agreement: "A deal?"

Kingsley nodded casually: "It's a deal."

Draco raised his mouth, signed his name on the agreement, and pushed it in front of Kingsley.Mr. Minister only glanced at the content he added at the end, and signed his name without hesitation.

The magic contract officially came into effect, Kingsley stood up, didn't seem to want to spend any more time with the Slytherins, and left with the officials of the minister's office.

"Malfoy." Harry stayed at the end and called Draco.

"What's wrong?" Draco stopped and looked at him.

Harry opened his mouth, and found helplessly that when he faced Draco, he still couldn't hold back any friendly sentences, and finally he could only say dryly, "It's nothing, I hope everything goes well."

Draco raised his eyebrows and smiled at him, "Thank you."

……

Just when the magic contract came into effect, at 221b Baker Street, William was learning with Mrs. Hudson how to correctly change the baby's diaper, breastfeed and other messy things with a tangled face.

"You did a good job." Mrs. Hudson stood by and watched him hold Hope: "When you have your own baby, you will be a good father."

Seeing William raised her eyebrows, she quickly added: "I mean, you and Draco can have a baby in other ways, right?"

William smiled: "We haven't planned this issue yet."

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