days at Hogwarts

In a corner of the village far away from the hustle and bustle, the doors and windows of the dilapidated shed were closed. A few breezes blew over, hitting the dilapidated walls and quietly dispersing, bringing the early spring chill into the house through the narrow gaps.

"...You don't have to worry about things at home, just take care of yourself." Lucius said softly, with a hint of sadness in his words.

As a representative of a pure-blood family, there are only a very few wizards in Britain and even in the entire magical world who are richer than him, but his power is very weak.

In the past few decades, a large amount of wealth has been donated every year to maintain the family's face, or to seek shelter to keep the family running. The Malfoy family made wealth very quickly, and lost wealth very quickly. Thousands of Galleons flowed to the powerful figures in the Ministry of Magic, to the mysterious person who could not be named, and originally to the Hogwarts Board of Directors...

Britain is a vast country with wizards scattered all over the world, but the Malfoy family has never gained real power.

During his imprisonment, the Ministry of Magic's guards issued a large amount of fines many times under various names. Lucius paid all of them, part of which was used as the actual fine, and part of which went into the pockets of the guards. For the Malfoy family's wealth, this money was not a big deal, because of these Galleons, his prison life was relatively easy.

After being released from prison last week, the Dark Lord asked him to reorganize the Death Eaters according to the standards of the Ministry of Magic and plan to set up a new wizard government.

The words promised a lot of benefits that could not be fulfilled in a short time, and also implied warnings and threats. Lucius had no doubt that the killing curse brewed by the new wand could fall on him and his family at any time.

Without telling Draco in detail about the current situation, or showing too much emotion, Lucius continued:

"The power of the Death Eaters and the Ministry of Magic has gradually recovered. After exchanging all the prisoners, neither side has any bargaining chips worth worrying about. Even the brainless old Goyle can foresee that the war will officially begin soon.

“Although the war will not affect Hogwarts in the short term, but...Draco, your last name is Malfoy, and everyone knows that you are the son of a senior Death Eater. You will definitely be implicated.

"..."

Standing in front of his slightly hunched father, Draco listened quietly to him talking about the family situation, his handsome face not showing much expression. He lowered his head slightly and looked at the family emblem on the chest of his father's new robe. In the middle of the silver ribbon was the capital letter "M" representing the surname "Malfoy". In order to show respect for Salazar Slytherin, a snake pattern was embroidered with fine black, green and silver threads, and the Latin words "Pure Blood Victory" were engraved on the outer circle.

When did he catch up with his father's height?

Draco couldn't get an answer and continued to listen to his father's instructions silently.

Lucius was also a little dazed, as if Draco had grown so tall in the blink of an eye.

The face of the Dark Lord appeared in his mind, and he recalled the threatening words. He paused for a moment and continued:

"In extreme cases, I mean the possibility is very low, Draco. Maybe someone will threaten you with the safety of me and your mother, and force you to do something...very difficult or even arduous for you. You must remember that you can agree to it on the surface, but don't do it. As long as you are still a student of Hogwarts, Dumbledore and his gang will protect you."

Draco's heart tightened: "But..."

"Don't worry too much. Just stay in school safely. I must admit that Dumbledore is very reliable, at least when it comes to protecting students."

"What about you?"

"At least we are safe for now. The Death Eaters and the Dark Lord still need me."

Draco fell silent: "...I know."

……

Under a telephone booth on a street in London, the originally silent and dark Ministry of Magic building has become bright again. The gathered Death Eaters have occupied the offices that originally belonged to the staff and senior officials, and are smashing the documents and files to celebrate their freedom. The noisy and chaotic sound is even more chaotic than Knockturn Alley.

The soundproofing effect of the Ministry of Magic building is very good. The sounds of laughter and scolding cannot penetrate the concrete stone walls. The inside and outside of the Minister's office are completely different worlds. Downstairs there are ghosts howling and wolves venting, while upstairs there is peace and tranquility without a single disturbance.

There were two people in the office. Snape was sitting in the position of senior deputy minister, looking through documents and counting the existing assets of the Death Eaters. Not far away, Bellatrix was sitting in the position of assistant minister, with her two slender legs crossed on the table, shaking her toes in an unsightly manner.

It was said that she was seriously injured in the battle at the Ministry of Magic, and spent several months in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, and was then imprisoned in the New Prison with other Death Eaters. She had no relatives outside to pay for her bail, and she insulted the Aurors and guards in prison, so she suffered a lot.

Her long black hair looked disheveled, her thick eyelids seemed swollen, and her cheeks were sunken due to long-term imprisonment, making her look like a skeleton. If she had regained some of her youthful beauty after being released from Azkaban last time, now she had completely become a low-level black witch hanging around in Knockturn Alley, unkempt, slovenly, with a gloomy expression, and a few flashes of madness in her eyes from time to time.

She was released at the same time as Lucius, and not long after regaining her freedom and arriving at the Ministry of Magic, she had already clashed with several Death Eaters.

When they first met, Rookwood teased her a few times. In front of more than a dozen Death Eaters, she used the Cruciatus Curse on Rookwood directly, with superb skills and strong torture intent. Several Death Eaters who witnessed the scene described that the more miserable Rookwood's wailing was, the brighter her smile was.

Bellatrix glanced at Snape and noticed that he was about to finish reading the report in his hand. She suddenly became interested, waved her wand to summon the next report, stepped on it twice with her dirty boots, and then waved her wand back with a look of mocking expectation.

Snape raised his eyebrows, glanced at it expressionlessly, wrote down a few key figures in the report, waved his wand casually, and the report flew lightly into the fireplace, and the parchment burned with a few wisps of billowing flames.

"It's boring..."

Bellatrix curled her lips. She was not angry as expected, nor did she reprimand her in the name of the Dark Lord. She didn't even look at her. This nonchalant attitude concealed a bit of contempt.

She felt a little annoyed, but didn't dare to continue making trouble. She stood up angrily, scattered the documents on the table, and strode out of the minister's office.

Bang!

The sound of the door closing made the flames in the fireplace tremble. Snape did not even raise his head and continued to sort out the reports.

Like a dutiful deputy leader, deputy leader of the Death Eaters.