Chapter 274: Not Convinced? Then Force Them to Submit! Let the Reckoning Begin!
Although she had a lot of fun hanging out with Tom, Fleur was even more excited after returning to Paris.
After sending the girl home, what awaits Tom is Gabrielle's grievances and accusations.
Not only did Tom not take her out to play, he also abducted her sister who had been taking care of her.
This made the little girl's life extremely boring for the past month.
She could either be alone at home and someone would come back to cook for her at noon, or she had to go to work at the Ministry of Magic, but when she went there, she had to be a good girl.
Gabrielle often tries to video chat with Tom and Furong, but she can hardly find them during the day. She can only chat with them regularly before going to bed at night.
But listening to the two of them traveling around and meeting all kinds of interesting people and things, the little girl's tears of envy flowed from the corners of her mouth.
I've been holding in my anger for a month and I'm going to let it out today.
Fortunately, Tom was well prepared. He took out the gifts he had prepared in advance and said some nice words to make the little girl smile. In the end, he agreed to take Gabrielle out for a trip.
After a set of smooth little combos, I also got a few kisses.
Finally, Tuan Tuan and Yuan Yuan were released. Gabrielle was immediately attracted by the two cute animals. She played with them until lunch time and then watched reluctantly as Tom took the pandas back to his little world.
While she was taking a nap, Tom quietly left the Delacour family and went to Rosier Manor.
He still needed to deal with some shady matters before he could take the Greengrass sisters to Nico's house.
"Master Riddle."
Rosier welcomed them to a remote garden in the manor, where only she and a few core members of the clan could enter and exit, and they all knew Tom's identity.
Besides Vogel, there was another old man in the garden. Unlike Vogel, he did not stand up to greet Tom immediately upon seeing him. Instead, he remained seated, looking at him with a smile.
Tom thought for a moment and guessed his identity: "Gunnar Grimsson?"
Currently, the only one in the Saints camp who dares to act so arrogantly towards him is this old guy.
The old man smiled and nodded. "Master Riddle is indeed clever, worthy of being Grindelwald's disciple. Yes, I am Gunnar Grimsson."
Tom also laughed: "Wenda told me that you were the one who wiped out the black market."
"It's just a piece of cake. Although the bug is dead, new electrons will crawl out immediately." Grimson seemed to be talking about something insignificant.
"I've said my thanks, now it's time for a fight."
Under the shocked gazes of Wenda Rozier and Vogel, Tom waved at Grimson and issued a challenge.
Grimson was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Master Riddle, I am beginning to like your personality now."
As he spoke, the old man stood up and took out his wand.
Grimson is different from other saints. He doesn't care about Grindelwald's ideas and is completely impressed by Grindelwald's strength. The two of them are simply in a superior-subordinate relationship.
This kind of relationship cannot be extended to Tom, so the old man had no respect for Tom just now.
The last time he was willing to help, it was because Rosier said that Tom was the key to rescuing Grindelwald that he was able to ask him to help.
Tom knew that the easiest way to deal with this kind of person was to beat him into submission. If one time didn't work, try twice. If two times didn't work, just kill him directly and then move on to the next one.
This battle was not only to intimidate Grimson, but also to show his strength to Wenda and Vogel, proving that his specialness was not only to be able to contact Grindelwald.
Wenda and Vogel both thought of some of Tom's intentions, looked at each other, and silently made way for the two of them.
"Aren't you going to take out your wand?" Grimsson's smile faded a little. No one in this world had ever been so arrogant in the face of him. Even Grindelwald had shown considerable skill in the battle that had subdued him.
"That's not necessary."
Tom shook his head, and the next second it was like a ball of ink exploding, and the violent dark energy formed a hideous irregular monster.
"Silently?"
Grimson was surprised, and suddenly laughed again.
"What a coincidence! The last time I met Obscurus was also in Paris. Master Riddle, if you think you can defeat me with this kind of monster, you're naive."
Tom didn't answer, but turned into a black tornado and rushed forward.
Grimson's expression remained unchanged, and he even had a smile on his face. He elegantly and calmly drew a circle in front of him, and a transparent protective shield as thin as a cicada's wing wrapped around his entire body.
Mo Mo Ran also bumped into him at the moment the protective shield was formed, and Grimson's smile disappeared at that moment.
Why is it different from what he thought?
The magic power in his body was being consumed at a terrifying rate, like a floodgate being opened. The materialized dark magic power was like the embodiment of destruction. "If you're not careful, it will be devoured without a trace left."
Grimson is now old and no longer as agile and sharp as he used to be, but his magic power has become more and more powerful. He could easily resist the Obscurus transformed by Graydens and even play with him.
Why now
The protective shield was corroded rapidly, and the speed of repair was a drop in the bucket compared to the damage.
At this moment, Grimson became the object of teasing.
Until all the protective shields were eaten up, the black tornado wrapped him up and finally passed through his body.
Tom's army transformed and appeared behind Grimson.
The once well-fitting suit has become tattered and turned into rags.
"Is that enough?" asked Tom softly.
Grimson turned stiffly, the wrinkles on his old face squeezed together, revealing a smile uglier than crying: "Of course, Master Riddle, I can't help myself."
Vogel and Rozier looked at each other and saw the shock and joy in each other's eyes.
This basically killed Grimson in one move.
When Grindelwald leaves Nurmengard, who in the world can stop this master and apprentice from joining forces?
But then comes worry.
Although Obscurus is strong, its side effects are also extremely obvious.
Everything returned to calm. Tom sat in the main seat, drinking his tea leisurely. Wenda Rozier couldn't help but ask, "Master Riddle, your health..."
"The Obscurus has no effect on me, nor does it affect my lifespan."
"That's wonderful."
Wenda nodded with relief.
Putting down his teacup, Tom said to her, "Before returning from New York, I explored Soran's memories. This woman doesn't know much, but it's quite interesting."
"What do the descendants of those criminals want to do?" Rozier's eyes flashed with murderous intent.
Tom shook his head and sighed, "Even though wizards won't admit it, Muggles are having a growing influence on wizards. Now North America has become the sole superpower. Not only are No-Maj's proud, but even Wizards believe they deserve more power and status."
"The Magical Congress of the United States of America should replace the Wizarding World and become the controller of order."
Grimson looked at Tom in disbelief, as if he had just heard a fairy tale. "Do they have that kind of power? They're just daydreaming."
"So it's being done in secret." Tom curled his lips. "The Caruso family is also trying to hedge their bets... But Soran does have some interest in Rouse, so they've taken advantage of the situation and created the current situation..."
Tom outlined the information he had obtained.
There are many factions within North America. Caruso and Graves can barely be considered to be on the same side, but in fact they each have their own thoughts.
At present, the Graves family is more powerful, so Caruso thought of Wilkinson, who, although in decline, still possessed considerable power, and thus associated it with the remaining forces of Xintu.
Soran knew all the information about his own family very well, but there was less news about the Ministry of Magic's actions.
But she knew the most important point.
Sam Picquery's wand regulation bill wasn't designed to protect against the Scourers at all, because... the Scourers were already working with the Northern Magic Order!
*…"How could they get along?" Vogel's eyes were full of disbelief: "This is a feud!"
Compared to his shock, Wenda Rozier and Grimson were equally surprised, but they still managed to remain rational.
Rosier said solemnly, "A feud is the most worthless hatred.
If it continues, it might become even more intense.
However, the power of the Scourers and the wizards has become completely unequal over the past few decades.
There has been no conflict for generations, and the hatred of our ancestors has probably been forgotten long ago."
"It's normal to cooperate for the sake of profit."
"It's said that a relic was discovered in the Department of Mysteries within MACUSA," Tom said softly. "This relic is the opportunity for the two to cooperate. Caruso doesn't know the specific details of the relic, but the headmaster of Ilvermorny should know."
"Albert Fontana?" Grimson nodded. "He is indeed a capable wizard. He once wanted to invite me to teach at Ilvermorny, but I refused.
"North America is currently in the preparation stage. We won't know what specific cards they have until they reveal them."
Tom stroked the bracelet on his wrist: "Where's the vampire? Why haven't we heard from him recently?"
Rosier smiled and said, "The French Ministry of Magic has assigned two vampire tribes to deal with it. Their strongest infection ability is useless, and their strength has been greatly reduced. Although they haven't caught it yet, they will be soon."
Tom was also stunned when he heard it.
The French Ministry of Magic is quite clever. It lets heroes fight heroes and good guys fight good guys.
"Try to get that vampire. I'm a bit interested in him." Tom stretched, his joints crackling. "Give me the names of those families who have put bounties on me. It's time to resolve it after all this time."
"yes.
After resting for one night at the Rozier family home, Tom boarded a plane to Sicily, Italy.
"It's here... That's right."
Colorful magic flowed in the air. Although there was a wilderness and swamp in front of him, Tom was sure that he had found the right place.
Tom first set up an anti-apparition barrier in a larger area to ensure that no one could escape from this area. Then the front half of the wand emitted golden light and slashed fiercely in the void.
The space in front of him was torn apart like cloth. As the alarm bell rang, the real scene emerged, and two Gothic-style castles appeared in front of Tom.
Papapapa————Yong!
When the foreign enemy invaded, several people appeared one after another. After seeing Tom, two of them changed their expressions slightly, but they were quickly suppressed.
"Stop pretending." Tom noticed their changes and said with a smile: "Lombard family, right? You should also know the purpose of my coming."
"Riddle, you are so arrogant!"
A middle-aged man stopped pretending and shouted, "You, a Mudblood brat, are trying to cause trouble for us! You're courting death!"
"Luckily I can understand Italian, otherwise I wouldn't have known you were scolding me."
Tom put his palms on the ground and said nothing.
"Shadow Rift!".
Chapter 275: Reunion at the Nurmengard Tower, Dumbledore Seeks Help
Thirty seconds later, no one except Tom was able to stand up, and everyone was sleeping peacefully.
The power of shadow is mixed with poison. If Tom wanted, these people would have been buried directly by now.
But the dead are the most worthless waste, and the living are the best experimental materials. Not only does Grindelwald need them, he also spent 7,000 to 8,000 credits on flesh magic and gained a lot.
What's lacking now is practice and experience.
A large amount of purple mist flew out from the magic wand and penetrated into the castle, and soon screams were heard from inside.
Tom strolled in the poisonous fog and fished out the escaped fish one by one, a total of twelve. According to the information given by Wenda, there were a total of fifteen people in the Lombardy family. Tom was too lazy to wait for the other three, so he got up and rushed to the next family.
Sometimes living is more painful than death, especially in this situation, they don't even know who to turn to for revenge.
In two days, Tom traveled to several countries and dealt with all the families of the original participants. Only the mysterious person who was responsible for the connection was not found.
After doing all this, Tom returned to England quietly, leaving behind a mess.
For the sparse population of the wizarding world, the consecutive deaths of one or two wizards would be a major event that could be reported in the newspapers, let alone this time it was a series of families disappearing collectively [and they were ancient pure-blood families with a certain influence].
The entire European magical world was shocked and, led by the survivors, frantically searched for clues. Several families had family trees that could identify the life and death of their members, and they could only confirm that they were not dead, but could not determine their location.
The curse breakers tried to recreate the scene but failed without exception.
The French Ministry of Magic even took out a time-turner and sent people back to the past to find the truth.
However, whenever they were at the crime scene, the time-turner seemed to have malfunctioned.
Running from farther away would also encounter resistance, and forcing their way deeper would risk getting completely lost.
After investigating for a long time, we still don't know who did it, how many murderers there are, or whether it was the work of a single force.
Tom had already considered everything and had handled everything very cleanly. It was actually very simple to affect the time converter. All he had to do was cast a few more interference spells before leaving.
The only person who would suspect him now is the one who instigated several companies to offer a bounty on him. Tom wanted to let him know and see if he would come forward.
Then something happened that made Tom and Andros laugh for a long time.
Unable to find the murderer, the Ministries of Magic of various countries actually suspected Grindelwald and sent people to the Nurmengard Tower to interrogate him. Grindelwald was so angry that he beat the people up and threw them away after altering their memories.
"You caused this trouble, let me take the blame for you!"
Inside the study area, Grindelwald was so angry that he laughed.
You're wrong to say these Ministry of Magic mad dogs are biting people indiscriminately.
Tom and him do have a close relationship, but this incident really has nothing to do with him.
Let those families be so careless as to provoke this kid?
"Old Ge, who made you leave such a big psychological trauma on them before?" Tom laughed and fell into Ariana's arms. The girl was also gloating and adding insult to injury.
"Exactly. Is there anything wrong with suspecting you, the Dark Lord, of a major crime? I think there's absolutely no problem."
"If you were a good man like Tom, who would suspect you of being a murderer?"
Grindelwald's eyes widened.
Is there still justice in heaven, is there still law in the king?
This guy is so bad, how do you know he's good?
He is indeed a blind man. No wonder he came over when he saw them fighting.
But Grindelwald only dared to criticize in his heart, but dared not say it out loud, otherwise Andros and Tom would definitely cause trouble for him together.
He could only vent his anger on those in the Ministry of Magic: "I remember every one of the people who came here yesterday, every single one of them. When I get out, I will definitely make them pay back a hundredfold."
After making fun of Old Ge, Tom thought of the important matter: "It seems I need to remind Wenda that those old saints will be under close scrutiny recently.
"Well, that's a possibility." Grindelwald agreed.
Just as Tom was about to leave, Grindelwald's expression suddenly changed and he stood up.
"What's wrong?"
"Albus...is here."
In the small prison on the highest floor of Nurmengard, two great wizards who stirred up the turmoil of the times at the beginning of the century sat around a pitifully small table. Neither of them spoke first, and they remained silent.
Grindelwald had returned to his old and decadent appearance. Even Dumbledore couldn't see anything wrong with him. He just thought the food here was good. Grindelwald's face was still rosy.
"It's incredible. I never thought you'd show up here again besides the day you sent me in. Could it be that you're here for Missing Zhu as well?"
Finally, it was Grindelwald who broke the silence. His lazy and sarcastic words reached Dumbledore's ears. The old man shook his head slightly and then nodded.
"I was planning to come see you a while ago, but was delayed by something. I'd like to take this opportunity to confirm whether you are related to the missing person case."
Dumbledore had wanted to come long before he learned from Hagrid that Tom could control Fiendfyre, but then two schools came to visit for exchanges, and after the holidays, there was trouble caused by Snape.
If the International Confederation of Wizards had not asked him to come and test the waters, who knows when he would have delayed it.
"And..."
Grindelwald sneered, looking at the empty table. He felt that Dumbledore was really a bad person. He came to visit an old friend and didn't even bring any food?
Not even as good as that brat.
Since they agreed to come every two weeks, Tom would bring a lot of food, drinks, and various daily necessities every time he came, and he only stopped after the holiday.
"Albus, don't you know me?" Grindelwald stumbled to his feet and lay back on the newly-arranged haystack, turning awkwardly. "If I were responsible for the disappearance of those people, how could any of their relatives or friends be still alive?"
You know what, he hasn't slept on a haystack since Tom came, and now he feels uncomfortable lying on it [his whole body feels awkward].
Dumbledore frowned. "Gellert, I thought you would have changed after all these years, but you're still so extreme. Don't you have any remorse at all?"
"Regret, of course!"
Grindelwald suddenly sat up, his cloudy eyes now gleaming like an old tiger. "What I regret most is that I was too indecisive back then."
Didn't kill Scamander, let him steal the blood alliance!!
"If it weren't for your obstruction, so many wizards wouldn't have died in the war. They would have joined my army and worked hard to abolish the Statute of Secrecy, and ultimately succeeded!
"R...D..."
Dumbledore wanted to say something, but in the end it just turned into a weak sigh, "You don't have any,
"Why should I change?" Grindelwald snorted coldly. "Everything I do is for the sake of wizards. Even if I fail, it's only because I'm inferior in skills and my methods are flawed, not because my ideals are wrong."
"There's no point in saying this anymore."
By this time, Dumbledore had already determined that this incident had nothing to do with Grindelwald. As Grindelwald himself had said just now, his style of action had always been to root out the problem completely. "The city will not have any members slip through the net like it is now."
"Whatever you think, this tower will be your home, Gellert. Perhaps one day when I retire I will come here to keep you company."
Dumbledore first played the emotional card, and then revealed his purpose: "I have a problem now and I need your help.
"Problem?" Grindelwald looked up.
Dumbledore was operating almost under his nose, how could he not know what trouble Dumbledore was in.
"How much do you know about Horcruxes?" the old man asked softly.
He didn't first ask Grindelwald if he knew about Horcruxes, which would have been nonsense for a Dark Lord to ask.
"Why? You want to make a Horcrux?"
Grindelwald understood, a playful smile on his face. "It's time to do something. Otherwise, one day you might die of old age before me, and there will be no one left in this world who can stop me."
"Would you like me to share some tips with you? I'll make sure the slicing of your soul doesn't affect your sanity."
Dumbledore's expression remained unchanged. "You seem quite knowledgeable about this... Then could you tell me how many Horcruxes do you think one person can create?"
"That's a difficult question to answer."
Grindelwald paced around the room, his brows slightly furrowed, seemingly thinking about something, but he had already discussed this with Tom.
"Cut the soul and allow the soul fragments to merge with the artifact, becoming the wizard's anchor in this world. This is why the Horcrux has the ability to grant immortality..."
"But since it's an 'anchor point', the more the better isn't necessarily true. Imagine someone constantly pulling on your body from all sides. Can you still move normally?"
"So, if you make too many Horcruxes, it will have a great impact on your own soul, so generally no one would do that."
"I've read a book on dark magic. In the fifteenth century, a dark wizard created three Horcruxes. He quickly fell into madness and destroyed his body. Only after the three Horcruxes were destroyed did his soul completely dissipate."
Dumbledore frowned. He really didn't know what Grindelwald said.
Three?
But Voldemort's talent cannot be measured by common sense.
Dumbledore knew he had to prepare for the worst and not take any chances. "If we don't consider these effects, how many Horcruxes do you think we can make at most?"
"Three and seven are magical numbers." Grindelwald did not answer directly, but said to himself: "Nine is also a very magical number, especially in the East.
"Why not give it a try?"
Grindelwald walked over to Dumbledore and gently patted his shoulder. "Find a few not-so-innocent criminals and use their evil souls to fuel your great cause.
Not only would you resolve your doubts, but you'd also turn scum into heroes and contribute to the world.
Wouldn't that be killing two birds with one stone?"
"Every life deserves respect, and I have no right to decide their fate."
Dumbledore ignored his instigation and nodded slightly, "Thank you, Gettler, I will come to see you next time.
Grindelwald waved his hand. "Next time you come, remember to bring some food as a token of your gratitude."
Hearing this, Dumbledore lowered his crooked nose in embarrassment. "Sorry, I'm a bit pressed for time this time. I'll bring you a sumptuous Christmas dinner this year."
Many things are most difficult the first time.
When Dumbledore imprisoned Grindelwald in the tower, he intended that they would never meet again, but since they were here today, it would be okay to meet again.
Leaving the tower, Dumbledore took out the diary.
He already knew almost all the secrets that could be dug out. Obviously, Voldemort at this time had not yet conceived the idea of creating multiple Horcruxes, so he could only rely on speculation, but Dumbledore tended to believe Grindelwald's speculation.
Voldemort is a person who attaches great importance to ritual and tradition, and has a unique logic in doing everything.
"Goodbye, Tom."
Dumbledore wrote in the notebook using magic.
Sensing the danger, this time Voldemort responded quickly: "Dumbledore..."
The old man's hand holding the diary flashed a dazzling green light, and a burnt smell emanated from the notebook. A huge black figure appeared in the air, and he sent an unwilling and inexhaustible roar to Dumbledore.
Despite the roar, Dumbledore remained expressionless, staring at the shadow quietly. After a few seconds, the shadow finally turned into light smoke and dissipated.
The diary was covered in large ink stains. Dumbledore flicked his hand and the notebook flew out, burning to ashes in the air.
High up in the tower, Grindelwald stood in front of the narrow window, watching Dumbledore in a white robe walk away.
"Christmas? That's too far away, Albus. I can't wait..."
Chapter 276: The Crimes of Grindelwald, Nicole and His Wife's Considerations
"Um?"
Tom, who was waiting to eat melon with Ariana in the study space, sat up straight.
Ariana was startled and asked quickly, "What's wrong, Tom?"
"No... I'm fine." Tom said in a daze, "It's just that Old Ge went crazy. He just gave the contract away."
Recently, Grindelwald has been considering whether to sign a contract for an attached soul. Wasn't he antagonizing Dumbledore? Why did he suddenly sell himself out?
Tom found that his system was not very smart. He couldn't even check what was happening on Lao Ge's side. He could only wait for people to come in and out, or he could force people in.
Soon, before Tom could force anyone to come in, Grindelwald came in on his own.
"Old Ge, what's going on?" Tom asked as soon as he saw the person.
"I figured it out."
Grindelwald was relieved. "There's no need to dwell on those treaties. It doesn't matter whether they exist or not. Coming out sooner rather than later will allow me to witness the rise of an era and also help my old friend seek justice."
"Andros, Ariana, let me go out first this time."
Having made up his mind, Grindelwald seemed a little impatient and actually took the initiative to grab the first spot.
Andros smiled carefreely, "I'm fine. I've been dead for thousands of years, so it's not a big deal."
Ariana was a little unhappy. She wanted to come out and accompany Tom first. Grindelwald had snatched Albus from her, and now he wanted to snatch Tom. Black energy was already coming out of the girl.
But in the end, Ariana said reluctantly: "Okay, but you have to listen to Tom when you get out, otherwise I will kill you after I resurrect."
Grindelwald laughed in silence and decided to buy something.
"Don't worry, as long as I come out, I will fully cooperate with whatever Tom wants to do and help him become stronger as quickly as possible. He will definitely be stronger than Scamander."
Tom:
He really is, I'm dead.
The resentment towards Mr. Newt almost surpasses the complicated feelings towards Dumbledore.
Ariana's expression softened considerably. The reason she gave in was that she knew she was the most useless of the three. Andros was invincible, while Grindelwald was a bit weaker, but he had subordinates and was scheming, making him suitable for helping Tom gather strength.
She has no other use except being a pillow.
Tom has no shortage of pillows now...
Ariana was a little discouraged, she was a waste...
"Okay, don't be sad."
Seeing her discouragement, Tom rubbed the girl's head and comforted her, "Do you think it's that easy to create a perfect body? It's very likely that the energy has been gathered, but the physical body has not yet been created.
So even if Grindelwald didn't say it, he would be the first to come out."
In Kel'Thuzad's notes, Tom's favorite was an embryo culture technology that could create a complete body from an embryo.
Of course, the process would be accelerated by infusing vitality through magical means, so it would be impossible to wait for decades.
The most important material, besides the essence of flesh and blood, also requires the target's body tissue. Ariana could easily just dig up the grave, but Andros...
Fortunately, Tom possesses Andros's magical talent and can try to simulate a similar effect.
The next day, Tom brought Daphne and Astoria to Nicole's house.
Nico glared at Tom unhappily and took out his wand which he hadn't used for decades, wishing he could use some evil curses on the boy.
He is the greatest alchemist in history, when has he ever been a live horse for others?
But he basically spent this month in the laboratory, repeating the boring and disgusting rune burning, but he had to do it. If he didn't do it, with Tom's temperament of running around the world, God knows whether he would be able to see "Wo Chat" promoted in his lifetime.
Tom smiled awkwardly, knowing that he had cheated the old man, and it was rare for him to behave himself.
However, when facing Daphne and Astoria, the old man regained his image as a kind elder. Together with Perenelle, he asked the two girls about their well-being and told them a little about the situation of the Greengrass family.
Astoria has always been a good girl, and Daphne immediately turned into the ladylike image she was when they first met, and her every move revealed her good upbringing.
Tom was a little confused. When Furong came before, he had never seen the old couple ask such detailed questions, as if they were checking the household registration.
In fact, Nico and Perenelle's ideas were similar to Tina's. Only orthodox wizards were worthy of Tom, and half-blooded veela were ultimately not worthy of being with him. [That's why they valued Lainie more than Fleur.
One is a vase, the other is the future hostess who will be in charge of the household, so of course their attitudes are different.
While being close, it also becomes more serious.
Fortunately, Daphne's performance satisfied the old couple. As they were old and experienced, they could of course see that Daphne was pretending to be well-behaved, and she must be a little smart guy in private.
But her temperament has been cultivated. She is not bad when she is young, but she is too weak. And...
Nicol and Perenelle exchanged a glance and nodded subtly.
It's still big.
"Huh... I was scared to death just now.
In the bedroom, Daphne wiped the non-existent sweat from her face and lay on the bed in a completely ungraceful manner.
"There's nothing to be afraid of." Tom pinched the girl's smooth face: "Nico and Perenelle are both good people. They were just concerned about you just now.
"Besides, if I know more about the situation, I can also find a way to help Astoria solve the problem completely."
"Have a good rest today. I'll take you to the Champs-Élysées tomorrow, but I can only be with you for half a day after that."
If he continued to hang out every day after coming to France, Nick would probably really take action, so Tom would basically have to spend the rest of his time in the laboratory.
The two sisters nodded sensibly. Even if they didn't have time during the day, they could always accompany him when he slept at night, so it wouldn't be a loss.
As usual, Tom taught the two of them how to use some common alchemical items in the castle, and called a house-elf to take them to familiarize themselves with the environment. He then went into the laboratory, where his companions were already waiting for him.
The corners of the room are already filled with the finished products of "I Chat".
"Teacher." Tom came closer in a flattering manner. "How many books have you completed?"
Nico snorted softly. "Exactly four thousand. We've almost used up the materials you sent. Have you brought the new ones?"
"Well, Uncle Newt has collected a lot of twigs and leaves from the Whomping Willow. If we keep the same amount as before, we can easily get another 10,000."
"Well, if you can't finish these 10,000 books, don't go back to school. Even Dumbledore can't save you, I said.
After saying these harsh words with great momentum, Qie Ke walked out of the room slowly.
We've been exhausted for a month, it's time to let this kid experience the suffering he has endured.
However, Nico still misjudged one thing. Although his alchemy level was better than Tom's, Tom's physical fitness and energy were many times higher than his. Naturally, his efficiency would be higher in the same amount of time.
In one afternoon, Tom produced more than 50,000 pages of special paper. Assuming that each book has 100 pages, this is 500 books. The cover is even simpler [it takes less than ten seconds on average to engrave an identity code.
On average, it takes five hours to produce 500 books.
But Tom was still not satisfied. Not to mention the whole world, there were hundreds of thousands of wizards in Europe. If one out of three people chose to buy it, it would cost tens of thousands of copies of "I Chat", not including the later upgrades.
He couldn't keep making things by hand, so he had to break through the common sense constraints of alchemy and create a fully automatic assembly line.
...Please give me flowers...
Let's give this task to Nico first, and then we can study it together later.
After dinner in the evening, Tom shared his idea with Nicolas Flamel. In fact, he didn't need to tell the old man that he had similar ideas.
"A simple machine won't do.
The difficulty with alchemical puppets lies in the varying quality of the Acromantula's venom.
The amount of paper needed for each production must be adjusted based on the venom's quality.
The identity code is the magic pattern you created, and even I can only imitate it, let alone apply it to a puppet.
Furthermore, the magic power released is too rigid.
Awakening a spirit doesn't require energy, but the wizard's emotions."
Nico pointed out the two biggest difficulties. Pure magic power and magic power containing the wizard's will and emotions are completely different things. The former is just ordinary energy, while the latter is a miraculous power that can turn decay into magic.
Tom took out his latest research results, all of which were about the study of flesh and blood magic. It was more active than ordinary magical energy and was very close to the state when a wizard cast a spell.
When Nicolas Flamel saw it, he was like seeing a ghost. He stared at Tom after flipping through it. This kind of thing could definitely not be figured out out of thin air. It required a lot of experiments and a sufficient understanding of flesh and blood, spirit, and even soul.
....00
What on earth did Tom learn at Hogwarts?
Where did he get so much 'material' for his experiments?
"Don't get me wrong, I haven't started experimenting yet." Tom waved his hand quickly. "This is a legacy inherited by a powerful wizard. Many of its concepts are vastly different from modern magic. I'll give you a copy once I'm done sorting it out."
Nico finally nodded with a sense of relief: "Tom... you're still young, you can't get your hands stained with too much blood. This is too complicated."
Tom nodded obediently, and then the old man said, "But I, your teacher, have lived long enough to grasp this. So hurry up and sort it out without wasting time.
not:""
It was his fault. The old man had lived through the Middle Ages, the Black Death, and the witch hunts until today. What did human life mean to him?
In fact, Nico was just afraid that Tom's temperament was unstable now, and when he got older, he would not be so lenient.
He is not as worried as Dumbledore, nor as ambitious as Grindelwald. Nicolas Flamel only cares about his own alchemy, and a few lives are just numbers of experimental materials to him.
After two days, Tom had written everything he could, and Nicolas Flamel was completely immersed in it.
Tom didn't have time to take care of him. Before he could develop nuclear-powered cattle and horses, he still had to work hard on his own.
When it was busy, he would make 500 books a day.
If he wanted to be lazy, he would take a break after making 300 books.
The accumulated stock was distributed, and the largest amount was allocated to Britain, France and Germany.
This was also the first scope of the bank card promotion, and he planned to carry out both at the same time.
It was a very ordinary night in mid-August.
In the North Sea, two people struggled to climb onto the fishing boat with the help of sailors.
"What's wrong with you? Why are you alone in this sea?" asked a strong sailor, looking closely at the man and woman who were rescued. Both of them were wearing prison uniforms.
But there is no prison nearby.
The woman just lowered her head and didn't say anything, while the man smiled, showing his standard eight teeth, but they were dirty and looked disgusting.
"We are the unlucky ones who were shipwrecked. Don't be fooled by the fact that we are wearing prison uniforms. We changed into them because we have gold inside.
As he spoke, the man reached into his bulging pocket. Greed immediately overwhelmed his vigilance, and the sailor came over curiously.
When the two were close enough, the man swung out his hand with a ball of silver light on it.
"Once you forget, everything is empty!"
Chapter 277 Bella's Hatred and Meeting With Sirius
Soon, the fishing boat was full of people. Except for the two rescued prisoners who were gasping for breath, everyone else had fainted.
After recovering for a while, the woman sat up with her arms propped up, laughing crazily.
"Lockhart, you are a genius. I have never seen anyone use the Oblivion Charm to this extent."
"Lestrange, this is my special skill. I have forgotten all wizarding instincts except the Memory Charm.
These two people are Gilderoy Lockhart, who escaped from Azkaban, and Bellatrix Lestrange.
During the initial investigation and evidence collection, the Ministry of Magic had thoroughly investigated Lockhart and determined that this person was an incompetent person who was almost as incompetent as a Squib in all aspects except for the Memory Charm.
But what the Ministry of Magic had not expected was that Lockhart had focused almost all of his talents on the Oblivion Charm, creating an alternative genius with a lopsided personality.
Coupled with his hatred for Tom, he had become proficient in casting the Oblivion Charm without a wand and could delete exact memories with great precision.
Every time after the Dementors' patrol, he would pull out the terrifying memory so that it would not affect him at all.
Finally, he found a day to go out for some fresh air.
Lockhart used the Oblivion Charm to attack the Dementor who was guarding the prison not far away.
He took advantage of the Dementor's confusion to escape from the prison.
He originally did not plan to bring anyone else with him, but Bellatrix happened to see him, and it ended up being a two-person prison break.
"Where are we going now? Are you sure the Dark Lord is really alive?" Lockhart recovered for a moment and asked "Four Seven Three".
"How could the Dark Lord be dead!" Bella screamed, "Of course he's alive! That was just a brief silence, which just shows that he needs the help of his loyal servants!"
"Then do you know where he is?" Lockhart was not scared by Bella's crazy look. He had seen many people like this.
Aren't those stupid female fans who were crazy about him back then just a piece of moral character?
It's simply that Bella's fanatic object is the Dark Lord, and he is just a parallel, so this parallel has to rely on the power of the Dark Lord to kill Tom Riddle.
"I need some time to confirm." Bella found two chocolate bars from a crew member and ate them in big mouthfuls. "First, go back to England and get two wands. Then go to Hogwarts and kill Harry Potter and...your enemy."
Bella paused for a moment. She knew Voldemort's past and what that name meant.
Because of this, her hatred for Tom was almost the same as her hatred for Harry. One was so audacious that he actually had the same name as his master, and the other was a brat who had brought his master down upon himself. They both deserved to die!
"The two of us going to Hogwarts to kill someone?" Lockhart looked at Bella as if she were a fool. "What do you think of Dumbledore? Even if you don't consider Dumbledore, do you really think you can be a match for Tom Riddle?"
"He killed the basilisk!"
"So what?" Bellatrix sneered. "What's so great about being able to fight? A Killing Curse can easily take him out."
"We serve our master, not to cause trouble for him. Lockhart, if you don't dare to go, then find a safe place to hide. I will come back to you after I kill them both."
That is, she saw Lockhart's talent in Oblivion spells and memory, which might be helpful to the Dark Lord's cause.
Otherwise, if it were someone else, even if they helped her escape from prison, she would kill them to silence them when the time was right.
In the end, Lockhart had no choice but to choose to follow Bella. If he was alone and encountered the magic tribe, he would have no ability to resist. It would be better for him to follow Bella and let her protect him.
Paris: It was three days later that Tom received the news.
The Ministry of Magic has pulled another big trick this time. Two people escaped from Azkaban, the so-called absolute forbidden zone, at the same time. Now the Daily Prophet has published a reward for the two people.
Bellatrix five thousand galleons, Fallhart ten thousand galleons.
When Tom saw this number, he almost thought it was a mistake. It was only later that he realized that the main force behind this prison break was actually Lockhart. Even Dementors could be affected by his Oblivion Spell, so he was quite a character.
Tom felt that his own Oblivion Charms were not as effective as his.
Strange lights flashed in his eyes, followed by a continuous stream of images.
Tom is not very proficient in using the power of time yet, but he can still glimpse some information, no more than three months at the longest.
The scene with Lockhart flashed by, with very little information, but it can be seen that he did not leave the UK for at least the next three months and was always traveling with Bella.
"Are you coming to Hogwarts to find me?" Tom muttered.
It would be better to deliver it to my door, and bring Bella along as well, so that we can solve the problem at once.
Throwing the newspaper aside, Tom walked out of the bedroom and went to Daphne's room across the street and knocked on the door: "Are you done packing? Auntie is still waiting for us at home for lunch."
"Soon, soon!" Tom heard the little witch's response helplessly, and the two sisters laughed and played happily. He shook his head helplessly, and estimated that this "soon" would take quite a while.
Although it was not the end of the month yet, Tom had used up all the materials after working so hard in the past two days that there was no need for him to stay any longer. There were still many things waiting for him in the UK, so he returned much earlier than originally planned.
Sure enough, Daphne didn't finish packing until eleven o'clock, ran downstairs to say goodbye to the two, and before lunch, the three of them returned to Greengrass Manor almost on time.
"Hello, Auntie." Tom greeted with a smile.
Mrs. Greengrass smiled back and waved, and a house-elf came forward carrying a long box.
"The gift for you just arrived today."
Tom took it and opened it. When he saw what was inside, his eyebrows jumped: "Firebolt?"
"Well, my family invested in the Firebolt Workshop. After it officially started production, I saved one for you. You can play with it when you have nothing to do."
Tom suddenly realized that he had never bought a broomstick, but he received the latest model almost every year.
The Nimbus cost 2,000 from Newt, the 2,001 from Malfoy, and this newly acquired Firebolt.
The price of Firebolts is negotiated in the store and there is no marked price.
It is actually between four thousand and six thousand.
It will be cheaper if you can wait, but it will be more expensive if you expedite it.
At this price, even Lucius, who dotes on his children, would not buy it for Draco Malfoy.
But given Tom and Greengrass's relationship, the price of the gift doesn't matter; it's just a toy.
In Diagon Alley, Mrs. Greengrass and Tom came to a small shop not far from the wand shop.
This is a shop that opened last year. Besides selling some groceries, it also sells some alchemical props that Tom sent. Business is not very good. Wizards are not interested in these combat alchemical props, and they are also very expensive.
"boss."
Seeing Mrs. Greengrass coming, the only female clerk in the store came forward to greet her.
Mrs. Greengrass looked around and then ordered, "Remove all the merchandise. New goods will be delivered tomorrow."
The female clerk was stunned for a moment, then started to get busy according to her instructions. As a qualified worker, the quieter the store was, the more comfortable she was. The female clerk was not stupid enough to ask why, as long as the store was not closing, it was fine.
"Is it big enough?" Mrs. Greengrass asked, looking at Tom.
The boy nodded casually. "A sales window is enough, but we might not be able to find enough staff. We can hire some temporary workers when the time comes. Have you contacted the advertising team yet?"
"The Daily Prophet has already contacted the publisher. I'm going to ask an old friend for help later. I'm also looking for a temporary clerk. [Qian Cui is looking for a regular job?]
"We'll have to wait and see how things go." Tom disagreed: "This isn't a fast-moving consumer product. It'll be busy at first, but the frequency of consumption will probably slow down later on.
The two men did not deliberately lower their voices, and the female clerk felt very strange when she heard their conversation.
The boss and this good-looking boy both seem to think the new product will be a big hit. Where does their confidence come from?
After inspecting the shops, Mrs. Greengrass went to the Ministry of Magic, while Tom went to Gringotts without taking a single step.
When he took out the agreed number of equipment and bank cards, the goblin manager of Gringotts in the UK was so shocked that his jaw dropped.
"How...how is this possible?"
Tom smiled and put his legs on the table. "It's just 30,000 cards. Do you think it's difficult? Raphael, give me the money."
When he learned the name of the goblin manager, he was speechless for a long time. It was really strange that a goblin would be named after an archangel.
"Mr. Riddle, are you sure these are all right?"
Raphael's head was covered in cold sweat and he kept wiping it with his handkerchief.
If they lost the bet, they would have to lose an extra three Sickles for each bank card.
One machine was five Galleons, which might not seem like a lot, but the number was too huge.
Adding it up, it would definitely be a loss of hundreds of thousands of Galleons.
"I guarantee there won't be any problems with any of the cards," Tom said, half-consciously. "I can tell if there's been sabotage. Do you want to give it a try?"
Raphael forced a smile: "You must be joking. How could we do such a thing?"
He had really thought about doing something just now, but now was not the time to turn against each other.
Even if he really wanted to do something, it was not something he, a small regional manager, could decide.
So he gave up the idea, handed over the money honestly, and gave an extra 50% as agreed.
Two bank cards cost 15 Sickles each, and a card reader cost 15 Galleons each. In the end, the total I got was over 43,000 Galleons, which was less than 40,000 after deducting the material cost.
What? The cost price at that time?
If we don't make a profit of several dozen times, then we can just sell it at cost, right?
After discussing the cooperation between WoChat and card payment with Raphael, Tom left Gringotts and prepared to go to Florin's Cold Drink Shop to buy some cold drinks for Daphne.
The shop owner Florin is a fan of the history of magic. Even under Cuthbert Binns' hypnosis, he graduated with the highest honors in the history of magic. After Tom published "A History of the Magical World",
Florin often sent letters and provided a lot of useful knowledge.
He felt that thanks to his status as a historian, he could at least get some free ice cream today.
As September was getting closer, many students came to buy things they needed for the start of school. Tom met many classmates along the way. The Slytherin students were very enthusiastic. Whether they were sincere or not, their attitude was definitely friendly.
Students from the other three colleges would greet him from afar when they saw him, which slowed Tom down a lot.
When he arrived at the door of the cold drink shop, before he could say hello to Florin who was sitting under the parasol, he heard a surprised call from behind.
"Tom?"
Tom turned around and saw Harry standing with a man with long black hair and a bohemian temperament.
Harry came over with his men, all smiles on his face.
"Tom, I didn't expect to see you here. I wrote to Hermione and she said you were in France.
"I just came back today and knocked on the door as well."
"Let me introduce you." Harry looked at the man next to him: "This is Sirius, my godfather."
Compared to when he was just released from prison, he looked skinny and bony.
Sirius, who was in a state where he could be blown down by a gust of wind, has basically recovered now. His thin body has become strong, and his good looks and free and easy temperament make him look like an artist scumbag.
Many little girls passing by would take a quick look.
Sirius smiled brightly and held out his hand: "Tom, can I call you that?"
Tom extended his hand and shook Sirius's. "Of course, congratulations on your acquittal."
"Isn't this all your credit? Sirius laughed: "If you hadn't found Peter, I would have died there in a daze."
"I've been wanting to thank you in person for a long time, but I didn't expect to meet you until today. Let's go into the store and talk."
Chapter 278 I Talk About the Sale, The Hot Scene
Following Sirius and Harry, Tom walked into the ice cream shop, and the three of them found a seat by the window.
There were several tables of guests in the restaurant besides them. In order to make it quieter, Tom stretched out his hand and waved, and the noise disappeared immediately, and his ears were quiet.
Sirius's eyes lit up. "A wandless soundproofing charm? If I had your trick back in school, I would have charmed a lot of the girls in my class."
Harry quipped, "Didn't you say you were very popular in school?"
"Of course." Sirius immediately puffed out his chest and said proudly, "Back then, I received more love letters than Tom and Remus John combined."
The way they get along is not like that of father and son, but more like that of friends. After that, they talk to each other and explain Sirius's experience after he was released from prison.
After a short rest, Sirius came to number four Privet Drive to visit Harry.
Of course, the Dursleys would not welcome a freak to their home. If the neighbors found out, they would definitely go crazy. A fierce quarrel broke out between the two sides, and it was finally ended when Harry dragged Sirius out.
In the following days, Sirius came every day, which finally made the Dursleys upset. They only stopped when they agreed that he could visit Harry once a week.
However, this condition soon became unnecessary because number 6 Privet Drive next door had been bought by Sirius Black.
Harry felt that all the suffering he had endured in the past ten years was for this moment.
He could reach his godfather's house by just turning left.
He only needed to go back to the Dursleys' house to sleep at night and didn't have to have too much contact with them.
This life was more comfortable than Hogwarts.
Well, if Snape resigned from Hogwarts, the happiness levels on both sides would be almost the same.
The two of them came today to order a Firebolt for Harry. Originally, Harry didn't want it because it was absolutely priced sky-high, but he couldn't resist Sirius, who was eager to make amends, so he had to come along.
While eating a piece of ice cream called "Unicorn Dream", Tom said casually: "I thought you were going to beat them up."
"That's what I thought at the time." Harry nodded in agreement. "But Sirius didn't show any intention of taking out his wand from beginning to end, otherwise Uncle Vernon would definitely not dare to speak loudly to him."
"Silly boy, why would I do that?
Sirius smiled and ruffled Harry's hair. "Although your aunt and her family treated you badly, they never lacked food or clothes for you.
They even took you home during the summer vacation.
Merlin's beard! Ever since I severed ties with my family in fourth grade, my mother never came to pick me up.
Every year during the holidays, I went home with James."
"I can see that. They dislike your identity as a wizard. Even though they don't want to interact with people like us, they still adopted you. I can't say that the Dursleys are good people, but they haven't wronged you."
Harry lowered his head in thought, while Tom looked at him in surprise: "You are much smarter than Professor Snape said."
Sirius' smile froze, and he gritted his teeth, "That slug would never say anything good about me, Tom. Don't believe him. I don't know what the Sorting Hat was thinking, putting you in Slytherin."
"Yeah..." Tom sighed sadly, "I'm a natural born Hufflepuff.
"DB..."
Looking at Tom who was immersed in it, Sirius wanted to say that Tom's character of getting violent at the slightest disagreement was more suitable for Gryffindor, and it was ridiculous that he was assigned to Hufflepuff.
"Tom, how about I buy you a Firebolt too?"
Sirius suddenly had an idea and thought of a way to express his gratitude. This was just an appetizer. If Tom had any other requests later, he would definitely not refuse if he could do it.
"No, I already have one."
Tom smiled and said, "If you really want to thank me, tell me how you created the Marauder's Map. Even better, give me a copy of Blake's collection."
"No problem." Sirius agreed readily. "I'll take you to the Black family's ancestral home someday. You can take whatever you want." "Even my mother's statue is fine."
Harry's eyelids twitched. He had been to number 12, Grimmauld Place, and had witnessed Mrs. Black's power.
Later, Sirius explained the ideas and process of making the Marauder's Map. Harry was like listening to a foreign language and soon he couldn't listen any more. He stared out the window in a daze.
Tom nodded frequently, writing down some points that he had not expected.
Before parting, Tom reminded me: "My shop will reopen the day after tomorrow. If you have time, you can come and join in the fun.
"Shop?"
Harry asked curiously, "Are you in Diagon Alley? What are you planning to buy?"
But Harry had already decided that no matter what Tom was selling, he would come to support him, so he bought some.
"You'll know when you read the newspaper tomorrow."
After Tom finished speaking, he sprinkled a handful of special Floo powder into the fireplace and returned to Greengrass Manor.
Sirius and Harry looked at each other and said, "It's quite mysterious."
Harry nodded as well. "Tom is really amazing. He started making money before he even graduated."
Two days passed in a flash, and during these two days, the advertisements for "I Chat" were everywhere in the newspapers, from the Daily Prophet to The Quibbler. As long as there was a magazine in the British wizarding world, you could see the introduction of "I Chat".
Many people naturally became interested in this thing that claimed to be able to ignore distance and communicate in real time. So on the day of its release, a large number of wizards rushed to Diagon Alley to see the real situation.
Harry and Sirius Black had promised Tom, so naturally they would not break their promise.
They entered Diagon Alley from the backyard of the Leaky Cauldron, and the sight they saw made them freeze in their tracks—lots of large posters with large characters were floating in the sky, as well as pictures of me chatting about notebooks.
Various promotional slogans were also displayed at the entrance of the Bange shop.
Breaking the traditional way of communication, 'WoChat' changes the world
[Bringing people closer together and eliminating the need to wait for communication — 'I Chat' Notebook.]
[Instant, efficient, convenient and fast, keep track of your child's school dynamics at any time, I Chat, so you are always by your side.]
Want to find your employees anytime, anywhere? Buy them a copy of 'WoChat'!
"Is this still Diagon Alley..." Harry looked at the advertising banners rolling in the sky and the billboards in front of the shops. He felt that the whole street was taken over by Tom.
Sirius also admired: "What a generous move! Let's hurry up, Harry, and follow the crowd.
Almost everyone in Diagon Alley was flocking to one place. No need to guess, you knew that was where the protagonist of today was. The scale of this promotion was really exaggerated. Many people had never seen all the shops in Diagon Alley promoting the same thing in their entire lives.
However, this was not Tom's energy, but Mrs. Greengrass's energy—more precisely, Ollivander's energy.
The Ollivanders are not just a family that sells arms. They are the earliest landowners in London. They acquired most of the land here when Diagon Alley was still desolate. To this day, they still occupy nearly half of the area, and many shops are their tenants.
The Greengrass family's title deed was a gift from Ollivander three hundred years ago when he helped that generation of Ollivander find rare materials.
The old friend Mrs. Greengrass was referring to was Garrick Ollivander. She had also provided Ollivander with a batch of high-quality wood, and this time she was using her favor.
The closer they got to their destination, the more crowded it became. Sirius and Harry could see a magnified screen above the shop, which clearly displayed how to use MyChat and the chat process. Each message appeared in the recipient's notebook in real time.
Half-blood wizards are the most receptive to new things. They are no different from pure Muggle-born wizards, because the Ministry of Magic prohibits wizards who marry Muggles from showing magical abilities in front of their partners.
These people were very familiar with pagers and text messages in the Muggle world, and had complained about the communication methods of the wizarding world countless times. Now they called their friends to buy them and chat with them, otherwise it would be useless if they bought it alone.
The store entrance was crowded with people. People inside couldn't get out and people outside couldn't get in. Mrs. Greengrass hired three temporary workers to help with sales, but she was still very busy.
"Easy to crowd! Please make way for customers leaving the store!" the female clerk shouted. "We have ample supply! We guarantee that every customer will be able to purchase a 'WoChat' notebook!"
Her warning was drowned out by the noisy crowd, who pushed their way into the store, shouting:
"I want five regular editions!"
"Give me three! People behind me, please stop pushing me. I'm about to burst!"
"I only want one copy. Take this damn Galleon away and give me the notebook! Melina! What is this? It's so hard, it's hurting me!"
Harry's scalp tingled. "Do we have to queue?"
Sirius steeled himself and said, "This is Tom's invention. We must show our support. I'm planning to buy a few more. What do you think of a hundred copies?"
"..."
In this case, don't they need to support it for 170 games?
At this moment, a very familiar, yet disgusting voice rang out from the crowd: "Hey? Isn't this a lousy guy? Why are you still waiting in line here?"
Harry looked to the right and saw Malfoy and his father standing at the edge of the line. Malfoy raised the "I Chat" in his hand and shook it: "Are you jealous, Potato? Just stand in line honestly."
Hopefully you can get it before sunset."
Harry frowned: "You just came earlier than me and queued up in advance, there is nothing to brag about.
Malfoy burst into laughter and said to Lucius breathlessly: "Hahaha! Dad, he actually said we should line up!"
Lucius Malfoy sneered, "You should be considerate of the great... Mr. Pott, Draco. After all, people of his level don't understand the principle that 'where there's a queue, there's a way to avoid it.'"
"It's just a pre-charge of 3,000 Galleons to get VIP access to the store. Mr. Pot, have you considered taking out all your savings?"
"Three thousand Galleons? Tom, what a fool! He didn't even bother setting the bar high enough to let people like you in."
Sirius, who was trying hard to squeeze forward, heard what Lucius said and squeezed out again. Only then did the Malfoys see him and subconsciously took a step back.
"Draco Malfoy, isn't it?" Sirius looked at Malfoy: "My nephew, you have inherited your mother's harshness and your father's stupidity."
Draco Malfoy's face turned pale and he wanted to say something harsh, but when he met Sirius's wolf-like eyes, he shrank back in fear. Lucius stepped forward, blocking his way and glaring at Sirius fiercely.
"Black, our family doesn't have a relative like you who is a 'shame of pure blood'. You would have been expelled from the Black family long ago!"
"Really?" Sirius laughed uninhibitedly: "Then why does the inheritance of all the vaults fall on my head?"
"Is your Malfoy family's little money enough to show off in front of me?"
There are not many in the entire British wizarding world who can compare with the Black family in wealth, and Malfoy is definitely not one of them.
Sirius put his wand to his throat and his voice almost carried throughout the street: "I want five hundred copies of 'I Chat!' Now, immediately, right now!"