I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 72 MWGA

In the living room.

Lucius looked Owen up and down.

Irving will also look at him with the same scrutinizing gaze.

His mind was racing.

He pondered how he could get a free ride from the Malfoys.

As for Harry...

He felt extremely uncomfortable from the moment he stepped into Malfoy Estate.

In truth, no matter how luxurious and magnificent the Malfoy family home is, it can't compare to Hogwarts.

But Harry, who was used to those precious paintings at school, felt a deep disgust for the Malfoy family.

He didn't know why either.

Perhaps it was the castle's strong Slytherin atmosphere that made him, a Gryffindor, instinctively resist.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Right now, our dear senior Tom is probably still hiding in some dark corner, barely clinging to life. Even if he returns in his prime, it's almost impossible for him to defeat Dumbledore and my grandfather." Owen casually crossed his legs.

He leaned back in his chair.

He turned his head to look at Lucius.

"On the contrary, his brutality is evident to all."

"wizard?"

"Muggle?"

"Pureblood?"

"Mixed-race?"

"I don't care about Voldemort."

"He only ever cares about himself."

"Even for Mr. Lucius, a major client like you, if he shows any sign of resistance, his fate will likely be nothing more than a green light flashing across the sky."

"Whose power is this so-called 'magic is might' (the Death Eaters' motto)? Surely not you, Mr. Lucius!"

Irving took a sip of his black tea and continued talking, "Plus, he's obsessed with immortality."

"Does Mr. Lucius intend to find an eternal master for the Malfoy family?"

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Upon hearing this, Lucius did not offer any comment.

To be honest, even if he really thought that way, he wouldn't dare to say anything like betraying Voldemort.

Now that he knows Voldemort is still alive, he is even less likely to do so.

He even has the Death Eater symbol tattooed on his left arm!

"So—for the greater good." Owen's gray eyes gleamed with a seductive light, like the devil tempting a lamb standing before an abyss.

"For Grindelwald, sir." He tilted the table, making a thumping sound.

This is a reminder to those around him to focus on what he's about to say.

"For Grindelwald!"

"For the greater good!"

"Hundreds of years ago, before the laws of secrecy existed, the Malfoy family was incredibly powerful. You traded with Muggle nobles and Muggle kings. Your trade even extended throughout Europe."

"You even had your own territory at one time!"

"But what about now?" Owen pointed around. "All that's left is this manor!"

"From 1689 to now, just three hundred years have passed, and the Malfoy family has fallen to this state."

"What about the next three hundred years?"

Irving slowly rose, his hands clasped behind his back, and walked step by step through the living room he knew so well, occasionally touching the Malfoy family's collection on both sides.

"Oh! Perhaps in a few decades, these precious paintings will appear at some Muggle auction house."

"Mr. Lucius, aren't you worried at all?"

He turned back with a wistful look in his eyes (pretended).

That gaze, which seemed to see through the entire history of magic, greatly shocked Lucius.

He was shocked by the terrifying future that Irving depicted.

What's even more striking is his age.

This is absolutely not something a twelve-year-old wizard should say!

But—undeniably, Irving is right.

The Malfoy family never intended to expel Muggles; they simply didn't want to share power with half-bloods and Mudbloods.

Regarding their attitude towards Muggles—the Malfoy family is happy to do business with them.

As for anything else, they don't care.

But Voldemort certainly didn't think that way.

After waiting for a long time, Lucius still didn't speak.

Irving didn't seem to care too much.

I would be surprised if he agreed immediately!

All I can say is that today's young wizards haven't experienced Voldemort's dark era, so they don't know just how terrifying and cruel that so-called most powerful dark wizard in history really was.

Continuing to pace, he said, "Perhaps you don't know about the relationship between Grindelwald and Dumbledore."

Step by step, the fire dragon leather boots stomped loudly on the wooden floor.

Each sound felt like a blow to Lucius's heart.

An invisible pressure began to envelop him.

"They are the kind of people who are inseparable, Mr. Lucius."

Do you think Voldemort could simultaneously fight against two of the most powerful wizards?

"Or do you want to be enemies with Dumbledore, or Grindelwald, or both of them?"

He always had a sweet smile on his face.

But that smile looked so dangerous, so cruel and terrifying.

"Mr. Sanchez," Lucius said, a fine layer of sweat glistening at his temples.

He wanted to break free from this damned fear.

"Wizards are born free! Mr. Lucius," Owen interrupted him.

"Remember my words, wizards are born free."

Irving was wearing a black trench coat, and his bow tie was loosely buttoned in a slightly crooked way.

A sliver of white shirt was visible through the cuffs.

Hands crossed, wand gripped tightly in each hand.

He stared at Lucius with a half-smile in his eyes.

Do you think Voldemort would mourn for you?

"Look at me!"

Irving suddenly roared, and his trench coat billowed wildly.

Lucius, even Harry was startled.

Their bodies trembled.

That invisible pressure was suffocating.

Do you think Tom Read will mourn for you?

He looked Lucius straight in the eye. "Don't hide behind your mother like a coward, Mr. Lucius."

"Don't forget, you're a wizard!"

"By raising our wands, we break free from our shackles, but embrace the whole world!"

He spread his arms and stood tall.

Just like Grindelwald's oath in front of a large following at Père Lachaise Cemetery in Paris more than sixty years ago.

"Make Wizard Great Again!!!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

quiet--

Irving's speech ended.

His audience seemed to be choked, unable to utter a word for a long time.

Lucius's gaze toward Owen changed rapidly several times in a short period of time.

From initial arrogance, then to envy, and finally to fear.

Listen to this!

Listen to his tone.

Just like Voldemort, who lured them into joining the Death Eaters.

No—perhaps Voldemort is not even as good as him.

The Dark Lord does not rely on words.

More often than not, he will resort to force!

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

In Lucius's eyes, two phantoms seemed to rise behind the small figure in front of him.

One is Grindelwald.

The other is Voldemort.

He was standing between the two illusory figures.

He is still the third-generation Dark Lord, who is growing up!

I think I'll schedule future updates around 8 or 9 pm.

Slacking off at work is really unreliable lol

(End of this chapter)