DNF Meets Harry Potter

"It really surprised me. I thought Mr. Malfoy would want to avenge his children..." Carl lowered his eyelids and smiled mysteriously.

At this moment, Lucius was already thinking about how to treat Carl. After Draco's unintentional temptation just now, he clearly had an intuitive understanding of Karl's strength.

I'm afraid the Dark Lord can't compare to him at this age. Perhaps, an investment is a better result. Nowadays, the situation in the wizarding world is changing. Last year, the news that the Dark Lord tempted Quirrell to revive him but was prevented from Hogwarts has already been confirmed by these old pure-blood families.

From the bottom of his heart, he didn't want Voldemort back at all. If that lunatic came back, when he saw that his former subordinates lived an extremely luxurious life with peace of mind, he would definitely kill people to vent his anger. Maybe some of the twenty-eight pure-blood families would be completely wiped out in the long river of time.

"I'm sorry for Draco's recklessness..."

Lucius said with a characteristic smile on his face, the basic principle of an excellent Slytherin - the supremacy of interests, has been brought into full play here.

Karl nodded seemingly indifferently, but he was actually re-observing Lucius. After being in contact with the present at the Burkin Burke store, he found that it was not without reason that the Malfoy family was able to survive the downfall of Voldemort.

At least, they see the situation very accurately, and will make the right choice accordingly, no matter how much the cost is.

The word "wrestling of a strong man" is not just a word. When Voldemort was at his peak, the Malfoy family could almost be regarded as the few families that had the deepest contact with him. Even the diary of one of the Horcruxes was entrusted to him for safekeeping. Only the Black and Lestrange families can exceed their estimates. In order to escape the sanctions of the Ministry of Magic and maintain the current glamor, I don't know how much they paid secretly...

"Sure enough, none of the pure-blooded families that can survive until now is simple..."

Carl secretly thought in his heart that he really didn't want to deal with this group of old foxes unless it was necessary and he had to do it directly.

You can't lift the table at any time, it depends on the specific situation...

After Lucius had a seemingly friendly exchange with Carl, he turned his attention to Harry Potter.

After all, the title of savior of the wizarding world is not for nothing. Purebloods like the Tenelauney family know the real situation. Her ancestors seem to have received some kind of curse, which is essentially a prophecy that will surely be fulfilled. Otherwise Voldemort would not have worked tirelessly to end this prophecy.

Because he is afraid of...

But in the end, he was led by the nose by the prophecy, and Harry finally fulfilled his wish...

"Mr. Potter, we finally meet..."

Lucius held out his hand to Harry with obvious intentions.

The punch didn't hit the smiling face, because Lucius had a good attitude just now. Harry hesitated, but shook hands with the other party.

"Please forgive me……"

Then Lucius leaned forward, brushing Harry's hair gently with his cane.

"As expected, your scar is a legend..."

Seeing the scar on Harry's head with his own eyes, a mysterious smile flashed across the corner of Lucius' mouth, and his eyes were a little blurred, as if recalling those dark years.

"The person who created the legend is still lingering in a dark corner..."

Karl pulled Harry sarcastically and said that it was enough for Voldemort to live in such a humble way.

"The world is impermanent, and it is better to make more preparations than nothing. In addition, Mr. Harris, Malfoy Manor welcomes you as a guest at any time..."

Lucius smiled lightly and shook his head, grabbing Draco behind him for three steps and taking two steps, he quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

Karl quietly stared at their retreating figures, and a plan slowly took shape. If it succeeds, maybe the Malfoy family will be cheated by him this time without even a pair of trousers left...

"Carl, have you bought your book yet? Why is it slower than me shopping!"

At this time, Naiyali, who had wandered around Diagon Alley again, walked in slowly with a lollipop in her mouth. The large bag of snacks and accessories in her hand caught his attention instantly. Notice.

Carl looked at the things in her hand, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help twitching slightly. Just judging from the fancy packaging, he knew that it must be expensive.

In just one day, Niari estimated that he had spent three to four hundred Galleons, which was equivalent to Mr. Weasley's salary at the Ministry of Magic for a year.

If this continues, he probably won't be able to support her soon.

"It seems that the plan to make money has to be brought forward..."

He looked down at Lockhart's seven novels in his hand, and smiled evilly in a trance.

In the past few years, Hogwarts has no husky strong but richest Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, only Lockhart.

People are stupid and have a lot of money, and Karl still knows his tricks, who else is going to cheat him?

And according to his rough calculation, the money spent on enjoyment in the last school year may not be less than one-tenth of what Niyali spends today. After all, most of his money has been spent on the system to make it stronger.

"How can I support her like this?"

He thought sadly in his heart.

"Already bought almost..."

Although he feels very bitter in his heart now, he still has to try his best to smile. The world of adults has never been so easy.

Karl swallowed, thinking about how he could establish a correct view of money for Niyali in the future, and let her know that money is not such an easy thing to come by.

But in the next second, Carl, who was still fantasizing about defeating the big local tycoon Lockhart and helping Niyali establish a correct view of money, almost couldn't laugh at all. Because Nayari gave him another crit.

"Kar~er~..."

Naiyali held his hand, blinked her big eyes and said cutely to him.

"What's wrong? What's the matter?"

Carl's heart tightened, and he secretly thought that something was wrong. Naiyali, who was so fierce to him in Knockturn Alley just now because of jealousy, suddenly acted abnormally cute.

His premonition was correct, and Naiyali immediately took over his words and said, "Actually, it's not a big deal, just~ the five hundred gold Galleons you gave me for shopping just now... um~, it's gone now ..."

Nayari winked playfully at Carl as she spoke, and she had already made it clear.

I, Nayari, need money!

You, Carl, play money!

"Okay, I see..."

Carl took out a money bag from his pocket with a wry smile, and handed it to Naiyali tremblingly. The latter hurriedly grabbed it happily, and then kissed him on the face.

He flipped his wrist, and a small mirror appeared in his hand. Looking at the lip marks on her face and the joyful Naiyali beside her, she suddenly felt that it was worth it...