1992, Richen Bookstore, Diagon Alley, London.
There were a lot of people in the bookstore. Guidro Lockhart just took Harry Potter's shoulder and announced that he would become the defense against the dark arts teacher at Hogwarts, winning numerous screams.
At the door of the bookstore, a middle-aged man with elegant clothes and blond hair shawl stood there like a sculpture, staring at the sign of Lichen Bookstore, as stiff as a curse.
He had stood there for at least twenty minutes. At first, he walked behind Draco Malfoy with a proud face, but he stopped when he grabbed the door handle of Richen Bookstore.
The man stiffened for a long time, then suddenly looked at the surrounding environment. He stood where he was, first walked carefully for a few steps, then reached out to poke the door of Richen Bookstore, then drew back his hand like an electric shock, and slapped himself hard.
Then he stood there carefully and looked at every store he could see.
At last, he reached out and touched his face. His face was frightened and confused, and his eyes were shocked and hugged his head.
"Excuse me... Oh, Mr. Malfoy, do you also come to see Lockhart's signing?"
A girl in a wizard's robe walked around the man, smiled politely at him, and then got into the crowd in the bookstore.
In the bookstore, Harry Potter walked down from the stage to applause and put a large stack of Lockhart's works in his arms into Ginny's cauldron: "Here you are, I will buy new ones."
"You must like this, the famous Harry Potter? Even entering the bookstore will become the front page news!" The voice of mockery came from behind, and Draco Malfoy's face was sneering.
"Don't talk nonsense! He doesn't want to!" cried Ginny Weasley with a red face.
"Potter! You found a girlfriend -" Draco Malfoy lengthened his tone.
Ron and Hermione appeared with a large stack of books in their arms. Ron stared at Malfoy with a look of disgust: "Oh, it's you. You must be shocked to see Harry here?"
Draco smiled sarcastically: "What's more shocking is that I saw you here. In order to buy those things, your parents will be hungry next month, right?"
Ron roared and rushed towards Draco. Harry and Hermione quickly grabbed him.
Draco's expression was startled at first, and then elated, because his father poked the crowd with his cane and came over, although his face was not very good.
He stood behind Draco and looked at the teenagers. The crowd fell into silence for a while, only Ron gasped.
"Well, we can go now... Oh, Mr. Malfoy!" Arthur Weasley pushed through the crowd, and the red haired twins followed him. When he saw Lucius, his expression immediately became cold.
"Mr. Weasley," Lucius nodded at him, and his expression was momentarily surprised as he said this.
Arthur waited for his next words. In the past, Lucius would spare no effort to ridicule his poverty, or the "useless" work of the Muggle Articles Department.
But Lucius did not speak. He first looked at Arthur carefully, then at George and Fred with a strange look.
He stared at all the people.
"Is there something wrong with him?" Fred whispered in George's ear.
George sniffed. Before he could answer, Ron jumped up and shouted at Lucius, "Mr. Malfoy, take care of your son!"
Draco's face turned red at once. He stared at Ron contemptuously, "Why, do you think you can ask my father to give you a gold coin by saying something in front of him?"
Ron swung his fist, and Harry and Hermione dragged his arm behind him.
Draco looked at his father with pride. His father's venomous tongue was the real poison. He expected his father to say something to make the poor redhead family more embarrassed.
But Lucius stretched out a hand and pressed it heavily on his shoulder.
"I don't know what my son just said to you. If it makes you feel uncomfortable, I apologize for him." Lucius bent down and looked at Ron's face carefully.
Ron froze.
Draco also froze, and everyone was shocked.
"Are you willing to forgive him?" Lucius continued to look at Ron.
Ron never thought of such a scene. Even Lucius took out his wand and cast a fatal curse on him on the spot, he would not be so shocked as he is now.
But Lucius looked at Ron seriously and asked him if he would forgive Draco?
Moreover, Lucius pulled his cheek and squeezed out a smile.
"I... I would," Ron muttered.
Lucius stood up with satisfaction and stood between them: "That would be great. They are all classmates. We must keep good relations. Come on, shake hands!"
Fred's book fell to the ground with a crash.
"Father!" Draco seemed to be deeply humiliated.
"Don't talk!" Lucius patted his shoulder again and pulled his arm. "Come, Draco, be a gentleman."
Ron looked at Arthur Weasley for help, but his unreliable father was now staring at Lucius with his mouth wide open.
So they reluctantly put out their hands and touched their fingertips.
His hands quickly retracted, and Ron was just relieved when Lucius spoke again: "Harry, would you like to shake hands with Draco and laugh away your gratitude and hatred?"
Harry:???
God smiles and turns away his gratitude and hatred.
Draco's face grew redder, but Lucius ignored him and pushed his son in front of Harry again.
But Draco never reached out.
When he was in the first grade, he had been rejected by Harry once. People can't fall in the same place twice, nor can they suffer the same humiliation twice.
Harry was also reluctant. He looked at Ron for help, but his unreliable brother was losing his soul and his eyes were wandering.
So he nodded reluctantly, and then extended his hand to Draco.
Two hands touched briefly, then Lucius turned to Hermione again: "Miss Granger, you......"
Hermione's voice began to tremble in panic, but she said firmly: "I will not forgive Malfoy, Mr. Malfoy. His hurt to me cannot be forgiven by a word of sorry!"
"You this -" Draco opened his mouth angrily and scolded, but his shoulder was heavily hit again.
"I understand that I apologize again for Draco's previous behavior," Lucius said, looking at Hermione carefully.
Then he looked at a circle of shocked faces: "Since I met so accidentally, can I invite you all to have an ice cream?"
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Everyone has a huge question mark on their faces.
"Will he suffer from mad cow disease?" Fred muttered when he picked up the book.
"Mad cow disease is not such a symptom, but rather a curse." George also whispered, and then he took a step forward, "Mr. Malfoy, do you mean to invite us to eat the new luxury jumbo ice cream package of Florin Cold Drink Shop?"
"George..." Arthur Weasley finally woke up and hurriedly stopped.
But Lucius had already nodded happily: "Well, one for each person."
Then he looked at a nervous couple in the corner and said, "You are included. I don't know if I have the honor, Granger and his wife?" As he walked over, he extended his hand to them.
The whole Richen Bookstore was quiet.
When Lucius Malfoy shook hands with Hermione Granger's parents, the flash lights up crazily, and Lockhart, who has been chattering, could not speak.
The pure blood supreme Malfoy shook hands with Muggles!
"Sure, when..." Granger and his wife smiled nervously.
Lucius shook his hand as if nothing had happened, and beckoned everyone to buy ice cream: "Come on, Draco, have you bought all your books?"
"My book has been sent home," Draco said weakly, giving up his resistance.
"Oh, why did we come here?"
"I didn't know you were coming."
"Oh... I guess I've finished my work." Lucius was stunned, and then continued to greet happily, "Let's go and buy ice cream!"
A group of people followed him and walked towards the Florin Cold Drink Shop. Fred and George were still muttering, "Look, he is definitely under the soul snatching curse. It will be written in the newspaper tomorrow."
"Who will cast the soul snatching curse on him? I thank the man first."
Lucius heard it clearly from the front.
In fact, we have to start talking about it dozens of minutes ago. Lucius, the otaku, was just dumped by the goddess and walked along the river with a big bag of gifts. He happened to meet an aunt who thought he was going to throw garbage.
The aunt cried enthusiastically, "What kind of garbage are you, young man?"
Lucius roared angrily at his aunt: "You are the garbage. Your whole family is garbage!"
Then he raised his hand and threw a large bag of gifts directly into the river.
She screamed and rushed towards him. He stuck out his tongue at her. When he turned and ran away, his feet slipped, and then he fell freely.
The cold river water was not on top. Before he lost consciousness, he realized that his aunt seemed to tell him not to run to the place where the guardrail was broken.
When he opened his eyes again, he stood at the door of a bookstore and was about to open the door.
If he had not inherited the memory of the original owner for about 20 minutes, Lucius would probably have jumped up in excitement and visited every shop once. This is the real magic world!
But he remembered that Lucius Malfoy had just come out of the overturned alley and sold some black magic items to the boss of Bojin Bok. Now he was taking his son to the Richen Bookstore.
As for why he came in, he did not know. He only knew that his son could not be left here alone.
Although Lucius had never been the father of anyone except his roommate, he hated the Malfoy family very much.
Both movies and novels portray the Malfoy family as perfect villains, so straight man Lucius doesn't understand why so many people like Radha, Dehe and other CPs. In fact, this is why he broke up with his girlfriend.
Seeing Draco, Lucius' favorite part is of course the part in the movie where he was turned into a ferret. This kind of second generation, who was dragged to two or eight hundred thousand, has already given you face if he didn't beat you in front of his classmates.
"Eight, nine, ten... eleven luxury jumbo ice cream, keep the change." Lucius put a stack of gold coins in his pocket on the counter.
The owner of Florin's cold drink shop was staring out.
The distinguished adult Malfoy came to buy ice cream for Muggles in person, and paid ten times as much?
Lucius took his own ice cream after everyone got it. In fact, it was not so delicious. It was a bit greasy. There were more ingredients on it than the ice cream itself.
Draco's ears kept growing red: "Can we go now?"
"Then we'll go first, and you can enjoy it." Lucius said goodbye to everyone very gently, "Draco, say goodbye."
Draco finally couldn't stand it. He slammed the door and left.
After going out, I still threw the ice cream into the garbage can.
Lucius didn't chase him. He walked out of the ice cream shop and began to look around.
This is the magic world... It's amazing.
The elves really exist here.
What does Dobby feel like? Slippery or hairy? Is it cold or warm? Are elves cold-blooded or warm blooded?
Thinking, Lucius walked into the Gringotts.
There are real goblins here
The lobby of Gringotts is more magnificent than that in the movie. Dozens of goblins are left and right, each busy with his work. Lucius walked casually as he watched until he reached the innermost counter.
The goblin in the counter glanced up, and an exaggerated smile immediately appeared on his face: "Dear Mr. Malfoy, how do you do? What can I do for you“
Lucius was stunned: "Take me... to my vault."
He failed to inherit the memory of the original owner, so he did not know how rich the Malfoy family was.
But now that we are here, let's see it with our own eyes! After all, I have never seen so much money in a dead house that was poor enough to eat dirt in my last life!
"No problem at all, dear Mr. Malfoy, would you please show me your wand first?" said the goblin respectfully.
Lucius quickly handed over his wand.
The wand is in his walking stick, which has been played many times in the film. Lucius Malfoy pulled the wand out of its sheath as handsome as a sword
Hey?
Why can't you pull it out?
Hey, hey, hey?
After a few seconds of embarrassment, Lucius handed the whole walking stick directly to the goblin.
The goblin was also a little confused. He took the stick, looked at it with an affectation, and then returned it to Lucius: "This way, please, Mr. Malfoy."
Lucius followed the goblin into the mine car.
The mine car was driving on the curved track, and went deep into the ground. Lucius was calm, and his hands were silently pressing on the stick.
Why can't it be pulled out? Is there an organ? What the hell? System? Merlin? What should I do? What if the goblin calls the police!
When the wagon stopped, the stick finally gave a click.
It seems that there are indeed organs.
Lucius finally pulled out his wand. Under the guidance of the goblin, he pointed the tip of the wand at the keyhole of the door. Then, the door of the vault creaked open.
Lucius saw this... empty vault for the first time.
According to the novel, the Weasleys' vault was empty, with only a few gold coins in the corner. But there is no dust in this vault, let alone a gold coin.
Oh, there's not nothing.
There is a piece of paper on the ground.
Lucius didn't know whether the vault was normal or stolen. He looked down at the goblin.
The goblin stood respectfully aside, his face as usual.
There should be no problem.
Lucius reached in and picked up the paper on the ground.
That piece of paper feels strange, soft and tough, maybe it's some magic parchment. A line of words slowly appeared on the yellowed paper after Lucius' hand picked it up.
Lucius Malfoy has the right to open Lord Mott's treasury.
Lord Mott?
He looked at the spelling in detail.
Mott is the last four letters of Voldemort.
It was careless to name it... No, wait!
Is this Voldemort's vault?
Lucius took a deep breath, covered his excitement, and then handed the paper to the goblin: "Where is this vault?"
The goblin looked at it for a while, then bent down and said, "Please come here."
Lucius felt that it took at least twenty minutes for the car to stop at the door of a vault.
The parchment wriggled into a key, and the goblin put the key into the keyhole, and motioned Lucius to aim his wand at another keyhole.
As the goblin's fingers crossed, the door slowly opened. It seems that because of being covered with dust for a long time, or being rusted, the sound of creaking is very sour.
It took a long time for the dust to dissipate. Lucius saw the scene in the vault by the dim light.
The homestead man uttered a huge sound in his heart.
In this 20 square meter vault, gold bricks about one meter high are stacked layer by layer. There are about hundreds of black cloth bags stacked on the gold bricks, which are almost to the roof, but you don't have to think about it. There must be precious things like gems inside.
My dear Lord Voldemort, you are really rich
The goblin was still standing with its head bowed. Lucius stepped forward and pulled out a gold brick.
When his wrist sank, the gold brick was heavier than he thought. Lucius squinted and saw several lines of English engraved on the gold brick, 999 pure gold, and the full name of the Bank of England.
Is this Muggle's gold brick?
Lucius put the gold bricks back and opened a cloth pocket.
The glittering diamonds in his pocket almost blinded him.
"Do you have a list of items in this vault?" he asked the goblin.
The goblin shook its head sincerely.
Lucius put the things away, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and let the goblin close the door.
Nobles should have their sons. They can't be so excited about money.
What if these gold bricks are cursed like those in Caribbean pirates?
Lucius took the parchment back and looked carefully at the goblin.
The goblin understood very well: "Dear Mr. Malfoy, the use fee of this vault is still 28 years away. Gulingo will strictly keep the secret of you and Lord Mott during this period."
When talking about Lord Mott, the goblin trembled.
"I believe you," Lucius said coldly.
They took the return tramcar. Lucius seemed to have countless atomic bombs exploding in his mind. The vault seemed to be more than 20 square meters high, that is, more than 20 cubic meters of gold bricks. What was the density of gold, and the price of gold in 1992
And countless diamonds and jewels
A strange smile appeared on Lucius' face.
The car stopped at the entrance of the vault. The goblin asked Lucius to get off the car and returned to the lobby of Gringotts: "Sir, what else can I do for you?"
Lucius looked at the deferential goblin.
"I have an ungrateful request..." he said slowly.
"Go ahead," said the goblin.
"Can I touch you? Just a minute?"
