Hogwarts: I inherited my legacy

Walk out of the shabby little shop.

The midday sun shines on the noisy Diagon Alley.

This is the wizarding world, and it’s obviously still raining on the Muggle street.

Because it is the time when school is about to start, you can see many adults bringing their children here to buy school supplies for the new semester.

There is a middle-aged man in a well-dressed formal suit, vest and tie, who is a Muggle parent.

There was also a silver-haired man wearing a slightly classical robe and holding a civilized staff.

Since Muggles haven't dressed like this for hundreds of years, it's wizards.

Lucius Malfoy to be precise.

His son and his wife were walking into Madam Malkin's robe shop, and he seemed to be talking to an acquaintance from the Ministry of Magic outside the door.

Obviously he was not very interested in the content of the conversation. Lucius looked around the street while listening to Ludo Bagman's complaints.

The other party didn't care about such a dismissive attitude.

Because everyone in the Ministry of Magic knows that Ludo Bagman is a gambler, a poor man, and a liar.

As the designated benefactor of the Ministry of Magic (the one who was wronged), Sir Lucius did not need to give his face to the person who asked him to borrow money.

Lucius also has his own troubles.

Large sums of gold galleons were delivered to Fudge's pocket every year.

One alchemical talisman after another was donated to Rufus Scrimgeour's Aurors.

However, these shiny little cuties did not enhance his status as the head of the Malfoy family and the pure-blood Malfoy family.

The pigs at the Ministry of Magic only regarded him as a cash machine, no one really regarded him as a big shot.

Now even a little guy like Ludo Bagman dares to hit him on the head with the autumn wind.

Lucius was thinking about how much money he would need to spend to get rid of this gambler.

Being able to avoid breaking up and letting Grindylow walk around him was just a basic skill for a Malfoy.

Just as he was about to take out his wallet to give alms, Lucius's eyes were attracted by an old man with a student.

The moment he recognized who this person was, what he saw in front of him was no longer a pale and skinny old guy wearing a white shirt.

Rather, it is a majestic icon that exudes sparkling light.

In particular, he also knew that the bones of many coveted persons were buried at the foot of this holy statue.

He became more respectful.

He casually grabbed a handful of gold galleons and threw them to Ludo, without even tying his pockets, and walked quickly towards the pair of teachers and students.

"Greetings to you, Master, I am Lucius Malfoy, the current head of the Malfoy family."

Lucius took off his hat and saluted from afar before he stepped forward.

Seeing Nicoléme's nod, Lucius stepped forward as if he had been given permission.

"Hello, Malfoy." Nicoléme simply said.

Calling someone by their last name is, to be honest, not polite.

But Lucius didn't feel insulted. To this master, their family's entire property combined was nothing more than what he just grabbed.

And it was very useful to him that the master could respond to his greeting.

Malfoy spoke with a warm smile, not that of a former Death Eater.

"The last time I heard from you was in Paris. It was decades ago that you foiled the Dark Lord's conspiracy. I didn't expect to see you here."

Raven had a strange look on her face, was this the sinister Lucius? Isn’t it his sunny and cheerful good brother Matthews? Can the word "Dark Lord" even come out of his mouth?

There is no way around it. As wizards of Angsa descent, the Malfoy family is actually vaguely excluded from the British pure-blood circle.

The current situation can only be maintained by relying on Jin Gallon's connections.

But in front of this alchemist, Gallon was not as many as others, and his connections were not as wide as others.

What you are best at is no match for others. If you are not good at it, others are good at it, and you will be eaten to death.

In particular, according to records, this old gentleman used to have a bad temper, and the goblins used him to scare Goblin boys who cried for pocket money. (Goblin - transliteration of goblin)

If you need to be cowardly, be cowardly. This is also a survival skill passed down by Malfoy.

Nico pointed to the disciple beside him and introduced.

"This is my student, Raven Nicholas Weasley, who is in his second year at Hogwarts."

Have you even added your name? Coupled with the recent rumors about the Philosopher's Stone, is this immortal finally tired of living? Is this Weasley the heir to Nicolas Flamel? Weasley, what a blessing!

Lucius was envious in his heart, but he still kept his character as a cheerful middle-aged gentleman (for the time being).

Take the initiative to send greetings to Raven.

"Weasley is known as the light of pure blood in the British wizarding world, a noble and ancient bloodline. Now it seems that this honor has an outstanding inheritor. My child will enter the first grade this year. I also need to trouble Mr. Weasley to take care of him. (You will have to ask Xiao Long to change his mind later. From now on, you should have a good relationship with Wei... dear Arthur family.) "

A good guy, really a good guy, shouldn't he be called a "pure-blood traitor"?

I remember Brother Yan learned this from you, right?

Raven, whose scalp was numb, could only respond with a smile.

"I'm looking forward to meeting classmates Malfoy in school."

After greetings were finished, Nicoléme made a move to leave, and Lucius wisely stepped aside.

Raven doesn't have that sophisticated and slippery personality. He wasn't that before he traveled through time. In his last life, he was even more self-centered.

But since the other party has released such a signal, why not treat Brother Drag better in the future? If Lucius could go back and teach his boy again.

The inherited wisdom of the Malfoy family has finally taken effect.

Raven temporarily put aside some of the natural aversion to the Malfoy family caused by Arthur and Lucius's lack of dealings.

The breeze blew through some noise

The teacher and student walked towards the tall white building in the distance.

"Actually, I don't really like Angsa wizards either.

But in this era, in this British magical world,

How to survive here?

What kind of friends do we make here and what kind of people do we become enemies with?

It's your own choice.

I don't want my attitude to influence your choice, I'm going to die. "The old nanny said this to Raven.

"Teacher, don't worry. The future is a game destined to win. This time I will make the wine of victory have a more mellow taste." Raven answered this way.

Time did not stop for this pair of people who looked like father and son, teacher and student.

A shiny bronze door soon appeared in front of them.

Standing at the door are goblin guards wearing scarlet and gold uniforms. They are full of energy and tall, and they salute every customer who comes in and out.

But until the teacher and student walked into the first gate and walked to the second gate.

Only then did the Goblin Guard Captain realize what was happening.

It's too late to panic, it's too late to scream, it's too late to run away.

No hesitation, no hesitation, follow the "Gringotts Guard Training Manual"

First page, first article, first line as described

When Nicoléme comes to Gringotts, a level one warning needs to be sent to inform the goblin staff in the area.

When Nicoléme walks into Gringotts, don't try to attack, don't try to resist, just wait where you are to avoid causing additional damage to the building.