I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 71 I didn't expect you, Lucius, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes... Uh! Okay, that's normal.

Harry's mouth was open, as if he was choking.

Although Irving's words were inspiring, why did the future he described seem like a vibrant, thriving world?

All sorts of powerful figures join forces in a fierce exchange, ranging from magic to physical combat.

Dobby is gone.

After a long stalemate.

The little elf finally couldn't resist begging for mercy.

Stop interrupting its Apparition. It's gone back to cook; if this keeps happening, the Malfoys will starve.

"The master is calling Dobby, and his voice is urgent."

"Really?" Owen grabbed Harry and walked toward Dobby.

"Can we visit the Malfoys?"

"We can be Draco's best friends!" Owen said, nudging Harry with his elbow and giving him a sharp signal with his grey eyes.

Ah!

Harry understood what Owen meant, of course.

but--

His expression was incredibly varied, like he'd just eaten a multi-flavored jelly that tasted like earwax; he opened his mouth with obvious disgust and reluctance, saying, "We! Are! The! Best! Friends!"

"Dobby can't," the little elf was about to speak.

The hand raised in the air suddenly froze, as if a pause button had been pressed.

After a few breaths.

It then returned to normal.

Then he changed his attitude.

He first bowed to Owen and Harry, then lowered his head and said, "The master invites Harry Potter and his friends to his home."

"Okay!" Owen agreed without hesitation, ignoring Harry's attitude.

"Please take Dobby's hand." Though he said this, the house-elf himself was quite resistant, slowly extending his bony arm. He seemed unwilling to take Harry Potter deeper into Malfoy Manor.

"If it's your first time Apparating, it might be a little uncomfortable," Dobby said with concern.

next second.

Owen and Harry then took turns holding its paw.

Next, they felt the surrounding space distort.

It felt like being kicked into some kind of narrow pipe.

To pull or extend.

It took a long time for this pressure to gradually disappear.

"Bang!"

Harry almost threw up the moment it ended.

It felt like being carsick for hours.

Seeing Harry's embarrassing state, Owen stood there pretending to be calm, his gaze shifting as he surveyed the oldest manor in the British wizarding world.

Actually, he wasn't feeling too well either. Knowledge from the first playthrough can be inherited, but the cochlea's resilience cannot.

But! How can a big shot lose face in front of his underlings!

Even if it kills me, I'll hold on! — This is the stubbornness of a dark boss.

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Malfoy Manor is a stately lord's residence, surrounded by meticulously designed gardens with fountains and free-roaming white peacocks. The exquisite wrought-iron gates give visitors the feeling of passing through a mist.

No wonder it's the Union Jack of old London, which followed William the Conqueror into England.

Owen couldn't help but sigh, the extravagance of this castle was almost on par with Buckingham Palace.

Aside from its smaller footprint, it surpasses even the best in terms of decoration and historical significance.

After stepping over the marble steps, he and Harry, led by Dobby, arrived at the manor's living room.

It was a huge place with purple wallpaper and a large ceiling.

A long table with several chairs on either side.

At that moment, Lucius Malfoy, with his pale blond hair, cold gray eyes, and pale, pointed face, stood in front of the table, silently staring at them.

"Welcome," he said.

He then waved for them to move aside and led them to sit down.

Dobby brought tea and snacks.

And what about Irving?

he?

He had been observing Lucius the whole time.

What exactly is this arrogant, cunning, and domineering man planning?

Taking a sip of black tea to suppress the nausea in his heart, Lucius smiled and said before Owen could speak, "Do you still like those clothes and trinkets?"

As he spoke, Dobby, who was always elusive, reappeared in the living room with a "poof".

This time, however, there was a box at its feet.

That was the one Ron sent him.

"Not bad," Owen interjected, "but this amount of stuff isn't much to the Malfoy family, is it?"

"Indeed." When the Malfoy family was mentioned, Lucius's face immediately showed the signature haughty expression that Draco often displayed.

Although Irving and Ron ate and drank to their hearts' content for almost a week.

But it only cost less than a thousand gallons (since those clothes and toys weren't really worth much).

One thousand Galleons.

Ha ha!

To put it bluntly, if it were left at Lucius's feet, he wouldn't even bother to pick it up.

Because bending over makes you look less valuable!

"The Malfoy family is the oldest and purest British wizarding family, and its power is beyond the imagination of ordinary people."

"So what?" Owen raised an eyebrow, automatically filtering out Lucius's pretentious remarks. Only I can be pretentious in this book, understand?

"Since the Malfoy family is so great, why do you keep testing us?"

Hearing the sound.

Lucius's expression changed, as if he had choked.

After a long pause, he awkwardly spoke again, his lips twitching, "You're even smarter than I thought, if Draco could too."

"Alright," he interrupted himself, "I think you know more about the Dark Lord than I do."

"Few dare to oppose him." Lucius stared intently at Owen, his body trembling slightly as he uttered Voldemort's name, seemingly having been dominated by past fears for too long.

"Oh, Tom! We're old acquaintances, we hit it off immediately." Owen picked up a pastry from the table, took a bite, and oh—another rose cake.

"It's a pity he's too ugly. He's ugly, and doesn't even have a nose. He's not really suitable for our looks-obsessed boy band." The organization Owen was referring to was, of course, the GGAD organization!

With Grandpa's good looks, he could have debuted at his peak.

Winning the Witcher Weekly's Most Charming Smile award again would be a piece of cake.

"Hiss~~~" As he spoke, Owen's eyes suddenly shifted.

His lips curled up, and his eyes turned playful.

"Oh, Mr. Malfoy, so after all this time, you want to switch sides!" Owen suddenly realized the key point, and in an instant, he understood why Lucius had been so tolerant of them before.

Unexpectedly!

did not expect!

You, Lucius, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, are also going to betray us.

Forehead!

Well, it's not surprising that he betrayed me, but it's a bit surprising that Irving did so so early.

Surely their family never intended to follow Voldemort closely from the beginning!

Lucius, whose secret had been exposed, did not make a fuss. He neither refuted nor admitted it.

He simply looked at Owen with a 'kind' gaze, displaying the elegant demeanor of an old Londoner.

"That's a great idea!"

"very good."

"After all, what future can you get by following a madman?" Owen immediately sat up straight, looking like a sales manager seeing a big client arrive with great success.

The Malfoys!

The most troublesome thing is probably that there are too many Galleons!

hoo hoo hoo!

You can skip a lifetime of hard work!

(End of this chapter)