The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel

The news that the Malfoys came to Hogwarts to watch the Quidditch game spread quickly throughout Hogwarts through Draco's mouth like a whirlwind.

Lucius Malfoy, the pure-blood wizard famous for his wealth and power, spared no expense to equip each member of the Slytherin team with the latest Nimbus 2001 broom.

Such luxurious equipment allowed Slytherin to run rampant in this year's House Cup.

The Slytherin players were full of energy and said they would beat the Gryffindor players in the game to show Mr. Malfoy, the generous sponsor, that his investment was definitely worth it.

However, this news was undoubtedly a disaster for the teams of other colleges.

Especially the Gryffindor team, they laughed at Draco, thinking that the reason he could become the Slytherin team's seeker was entirely because he had a rich father, and his actual level was pitiful.

Unlike Harry, who became the Gryffindor seeker in his first year with his own talent and strength.

Draco was extremely angry about these taunts, and his face turned pale with a hint of red because of anger.

He swore that he must show his strength in front of his father and mother and shut up those who laughed at him.

And he felt that he was a little better than Harry, because he knew that his parents would be there to watch the game, but Harry, the orphan, could not enjoy such treatment.

What about Harry?

How could an orphan like Harry compare with him? I'm afraid he is hiding in his bed and wiping tears at this time.

Harry was really sad, especially on the day of the game when the Malfoys came to Hogwarts.

Draco was hugged by his mother, and the warm picture deeply hurt Harry's heart.

Harry admitted that he was jealous. He wished that his parents could come to watch his game and give him a warm hug.

Hermione keenly noticed Harry's low mood. She gently patted Harry on the shoulder and encouraged him: "Beat him on the court, Harry, and make him embarrassed in front of his parents."

This sentence was like a warm current, which rekindled Harry's fighting spirit.

Before the game, Dumbledore invited Lucius to talk.

Of course, Lucius refused. He came to watch his son's game. How could he leave at this time?

Dumbledore whispered in his ear: "Diary."

Then he turned and left the court. Lucius trembled all over, as if struck by lightning.

"What's wrong, dear?" Narcissa asked with concern, her beautiful face full of worry.

"Dumbledore wants to talk to me about something."

Lucius tried to keep his voice calm, but his slightly trembling lips still let his wife see his nervousness.

"What must happen at this time?" Narcissa frowned in dissatisfaction.

Lucius pretended to be relaxed and said: "Who knows what that crazy old man is thinking."

He forced a smile on his face.

Narcissa felt that things were not as easy as Lucius said, but she believed her husband: "Go and come back quickly."

"Of course, I don't want to miss Draco's performance."

He had to follow Dumbledore and leave, leaving his wife Narcissa with a worried face.

The two of them were silent all the way, and the air was filled with tension.

In the principal's office, Lucius was surprised to find Professor Weiss there.

He had an ominous premonition in his heart, and he pretended that he had never seen Weiss before: "Dumbledore, who is this?"

"Mr. Malfoy is a noble man who forgets things easily. We met at Flourish and Blotts." Weiss didn't beat around the bush, pointing to the diary on the table and said, "The diary I picked up at Flourish and Blotts seems to be yours, but I don't have your contact information, so I have to ask the principal to contact you."

Lucius first glanced at the diary quickly, then quickly shifted his gaze, and said in a panic, "I think you found the wrong person. Such a shabby diary can't be mine."

"It seems that I made a mistake." After saying that, Weiss stretched out his index finger and the diary began to burn.

The red flame rose instantly.

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Wes's magical attainments shocked Lucius.

He had only seen such superb magic skills in Dumbledore and Voldemort. Who was this Professor Irwin?

Despite his inner ups and downs, Lucius moved very quickly.

He rushed to the desk, slammed the burning diary to the ground, and quickly stomped out the flames with a few feet.

When he saw that the diary was still intact, he was slightly relieved.

"Why is Mr. Malfoy so nervous? It's just an ordinary diary. If it burns, it burns." Weiss's voice was filled with a hint of subtle sarcasm.

Lucius hurriedly changed his words: "I remember, I seem to have lost a diary..."

His anxious eyes seemed to say that he was eager to leave here with the diary as soon as possible.

[It's okay if I don't cause chaos in Hogwarts, but at least I won't be punished for finding the diary] He thought to himself.

However, Weiss stood in front of him.

"Professor Irwin?" Lucius asked tentatively.

"Since this notebook belongs to Mr. Malfoy, I'm sorry."

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Wes pointed at Lucius with a wand.

"What are you doing? I'm the school director!" Lucius roared, but the panic in his eyes failed to escape Wes's eyes.

"It seems that Mr. Malfoy knows this diary is not a serious thing."

"I don't know what you are talking about, this is just a diary that I have lost unexpectedly."

Lucius pretended to be calm, but his trembling voice still exposed his tension.

"It turns out that he didn't tell you that this was a piece of Horcone." Weis didn't plan to continue around the corner, and he said the truth directly.

"Horcrux ???" Lucius was loosened, and his diary fell to the ground.

"Pap!" Lucius pulled Lucius back to reality from shock.

He bent over to pick up, but was stepped on the diary by Wes.

"Can Mr. Malfoy explain why your diary is a piece of diriac? Is there a life in the hand of Mr. Malfoy?"

Ves's voice was like a sharp sword, stabbing Lucius's heart.

Lucius's hand shrank back like an electric shock, and he said a word for a while.

"Mr. Malfoy, can you answer my question?"

Was is pressing step by step, full of oppression.

Lucius could not find a suitable speech for a while to obscure Swiss.

Wes picked up the diary: "Voldemort gave you the Horcrux to you, but did not tell you the truth. It seems that he does not trust you."

Lucius couldn't wait to block Wes's mouth, and at this moment his face became pale.

"If your master knows what will happen to yourulfine loss?" Wes continued to put pressure on.

Lucius was so scared that he was as soft as he was on the ground.

"Oh, it's not what you lost, it's because you abandoned Dark Investment and handed it to President Dumbledore." Wes stepped step by step.

Dumbledore's echo said, "That's right, that is, today Mr. Malfoy gave me the Horcrux to me, and he also expressed his regrets about what I did before."

"No!" Lucius yelled desperately, "You can't do it."

"Of course, we can, after all, the Horcrux is in our hands. Do you say that Voldemort will believe in your words." Wity's tone was threatened with obvious threats, and each word seemed to be a sharp blade.

Lucius seemed to lose his soul, and the whole person sat there in a dull manner.

He knew in his heart that once the news passed to Voldemort's ears, his end will be very miserable with his suspicious and moody character.