The Alchemist of Harry Potter

Crackling sounded in the dark alley, and a hooded figure appeared out of thin air.

The stench in the alley made the Hooded man wrinkle his nose, then looked up vigilantly around, making sure that there was no one around, then quietly walked out of the alley and disappeared into the desolate street.

Passing through an old and abandoned block, the Hooded Man stopped in front of the dilapidated townhouse. He seemed to murmur softly. The gap between the two dilapidated townhouses suddenly split open, revealing a hidden one in between. A wooden door.

After the Hooded Man approached, the wooden door opened without warning, and he immediately walked in.

The wooden door closed behind him, and a flame immediately lit up in front of him.

Lucius Malfoy lifted his hood behind his head, revealing his slightly pale face in the firelight.

This is their stronghold. Today's Death Eaters are all yelling and beating rats on the street. Naturally it is not suitable for being too high-profile, so they found a secret meeting place.

Malfoy walked through the promenade to a door. He stretched out his hand and tapped it three times. Then, he walked directly through the wooden door and appeared in a very luxuriously furnished living room.

The original noisy living room stopped abruptly after Lucius Malfoy came in, and everyone looked at Lucius Malfoy.

"Old man, you were almost late."

In the silent room, someone suddenly broke the silence. If Hagrid was here, he would have recognized that the person who had just spoken was Walton McNeill, who had almost cut off Buckbeak's head.

"That took me a lot of time."

Lucius Malfoy was sitting in the vacant seat, and it was not difficult to see Malfoy's status in the group from his seat.

"What's the result?" Old Gore asked.

"Is Peter really dead?" Old Crabbe continued.

"Dwarf Peter is indeed dead. I personally confirmed his body in Azkaban's graveyard. It is indeed correct." Lucius Malfoy looked up at the crowd, cleared his throat and spoke briskly. Said, "As far as I know, after Peter Pettigrew was captured, no one was confessed."

Everyone could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Although as early as more than ten years ago, everyone in this room escaped from prison through various excuses, but no one knows whether Pettigrew Peter will confess them again and cause them other troubles.

After all, there have been similar cases in the past where some traitors relied on reporting their peers to give themselves the opportunity to reduce crimes.

"It's so cheap that bastard."

In the past few months, they all wanted to kill Peter.

It’s just that it’s not easy to quietly kill Peter in Azkaban prison. Otherwise, Lucius Malfoy would secretly kill Sirius Black more than ten years ago and let his wife inherit the Black family. Legacy.

"This thing is weird. Peter's house was gone not long ago," said the humpbacked Knott suddenly.

"Do you think Peter pretended to be dead?" Malfoy frowned and looked at Nott who was talking next to him.

Yes, Peter has a precedent.

"The Peter's old woman went to Azkaban Prison before she died, and burned herself to death within a few days." Nott reminded.

"Perhaps, she is crazy." Old Gore muttered softly, "After all, her son suddenly changed from a hero to a murderer, which stimulated her a lot."

"This is not the point. Azkaban Prison should not allow people to enter and leave at will." Avery also frowned. Peter has a precedent for false death and escape. Although he doesn't think Malfoy is lying, but...

"I know about this. The woman is dying and wants to see her son." Lucius spoke and continued. "So, she donated most of the Peter family's property to the St. Mungo Hospital for Magical Injury and Injury. Persuade Fudge to allow her to go to Azkaban to see her son for the last time."

There is no doubt that Fudge agreed.

Look at that large donation.

Moreover, it can be regarded as satisfying the wishes of the dying person.

To be honest, although Peter died in Azkaban prison, others still hate him very much. Most of the Death Eaters thought Peter lied to them, because the Dark Lord arrived at Potter's house based on the information Peter provided, and then missed there.

As a result, the great situation collapsed with the disappearance of the Dark Lord, and a large number of Death Eaters were captured into Azkaban.

There were not so many people who hated Peter, but Peter was already "dead" at that time, and they had nothing to do.

Go trouble with Mrs. Peter?

The Death Eaters who had just escaped a catastrophe couldn't wait to get rid of their relationship, how dare they rush to the top.

However, they have been tricked by Peter as a monkey. Naturally, they have to prevent these things from happening again. If Peter is really not dead, then naturally they have to kill people quickly.

"Fudge has been looking for people to donate money recently." Avery said suddenly.

"Is he looking for you too?" Old Gore asked Malfoy, turning his head.

"I haven't donated money to the St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Magic for the time being." Lucius Malfoy's mouth was sneered, "I'm still thinking about it."

"Recently, many people are not satisfied with Fudge's approach." Avery said suddenly.

It should be said that the pure blood is dissatisfied with Fudge's approach.

The Death Eaters actually represent the interests of the pure-blood faction, which is why many pure-blood wizards support the Dark Lord. Most pure-blood wizards know that the people headed by Malfoy are Death Eaters, but so what.

As long as they don’t say anything, do you still count on the so-called justice?

Everyone in the room was able to escape at first, in addition to the fact that they didn't leave anything behind, another reason was that the pure-blood sect inside the Ministry of Magic helped them get rid of crime.

"Otherwise, do you expect to be exonerated by being controlled by the Imperius Curse?"

Pouring Veritaserum in, you can ask anything, and their crappy excuses will turn into jokes.

"You mean Fudge awarded the Merlin Medal to the Muggle Wizard?" Malfoy left to know what Avery wanted to say.

"Yes, he compromised. This is not a good omen." Avery said dissatisfiedly. "Fudge should have been on our side, but he didn't do that."

Part of Fudge's current troubles was actually caused by some purebloods who couldn't understand his behavior and deliberately caused him trouble.

"Whether Fudge wants it or not, he can't stop it." Lucius Malfoy saw the matter very clearly.

He can't hold it down anymore.

If Albert was just a talented Muggle wizard, in fact it was just like that, the Ministry of Magic could naturally suppress all his credit easily, and this kind of thing would not happen once or twice. As long as the Ministry of Magic does not recognize it, even if a Muggle wizard is awarded the Merlin Medal, the process will be stuck. It will be easier for the other party to come to the Ministry of Magic in the future, and it is basically difficult to have a good day.

However, the situation is different.

Albert's contacts are very wide, and he is supported by the moderates headed by Dumbledore and wizards from other factions, so even if Fudge wants to suppress it, he can't suppress it, and he has many political opponents.

He still can't do the stupid thing that pushes other people to the enemy. Compromise is the best way. Anyway, it is a Merlin Medal, and he can get the Merlin First Medal as he wishes.

Fudge's compromise is not a good sign for the purebloods, they desperately need Fudge to stand on their side so that they can exert influence on him and expand their influence.

"We can trouble Fudge." Lucius Malfoy tapped the table lightly with his fingers. "Then slowly draw him in and use him."

"What are you going to do?" Avery asked. He knew that Malfoy was better at these conspiracies, and he knew how to pick himself out.

"We can do something after the World Cup is over." Lucius Malfoy said softly. "We should also guide him towards respected families. This is not difficult for us because we have money."

"Are you going to donate to Fudge?" Avery understood Malfoy's meaning.

"Yes, there are many benefits to donating some money to him, and we plan to introduce Fudge to our circle and gradually lead him to favor those respected families." Malfoy had a confident smile on his lips.

As far as he knew, Fudge was obsessed with the feeling of being Minister of Magic and everything that this position brought him. It was not difficult to influence him.

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