In This Hogwarts Without a Savior

There is no doubt that the two people who came in must be the Malfoy father and son.

Although they concealed their faces, at this time, there would be no one else with such a group coming to the Pig Head Bar.

After the two came in, they quickly found an empty table and sat down. Jon did not go over to it immediately, but looked at Aberforth who was walking towards the father and son carrying a tray.

"Need something?"

Aberforth's attitude is not very good. Even by the standards of service staff, it can be called bad. But this is not directed at the Malfoys and his son, but his service attitude has always been like this since he opened the store, like a pig's head. Places like bars do not attract customers based on service quality.

"A glass of whiskey."

The tall man spoke.

His voice was rough, and it was obvious that it had been treated with potion.

Aberforth glanced at the shorter man in black robes.

"What about this one?"

"Just one drink, he doesn't drink."

"Okay, as you wish."

Jon wasted no time. When Aberforth went to bring the wine, he stood up and came to the Malfoys and sat down opposite them.

He could clearly feel that after he sat down, the shorter man in black robes trembled slightly and subconsciously shrank to the position of the other person next to him.

Jon raised his eyebrows hidden under his hood and said.

"Have an appointment?"

He didn't cover his voice, so people who were familiar with him could easily identify him as long as he spoke.

Lucius looked at Jon, and then slightly opened the black robe that covered his face, revealing the face that was very famous in the British wizarding world.

The location they chose was in the very corner of the bar. The lights on the ceiling were dim, and the greasy stains around them seemed to absorb all the light. In addition, both Jon and Malfoy and his son were dressed in black. Unless you specifically stop next to them, almost no one will notice them.

In addition, there were only a few customers in the store. Apart from Jon's table, there were only two drunkards who had been drinking since noon and were bragging to each other in the middle of the tavern about their travels and those dangerous places.

"Are you coming here alone?"

Even if he couldn't see Lucius's face, Jon could imagine from his tone that he must be frowning when he asked this question.

Aberforth also brought over the whiskey that Lucius asked for at this time. He placed the wine glass full of mutton smell heavily on the table, as if to express that there were three people sitting at the table but they only ordered one glass. Wine dissatisfaction.

Obviously, Lucius just wanted to deal with the owner of this store when he ordered this glass of wine. He had no intention of letting any part of his body touch the wine glass.

After Aberforth left and returned to behind the bar to continue wiping endless glasses of wine, Jon casually answered Lucius's question.

"Who else do you want me to bring? Tom Riddle?"

Hearing this name, Draco was obviously startled, and his body couldn't help shaking even more violently. Lucius was obviously much calmer, but his tone could be heard to be much colder than before. .

"This joke is not funny at all."

Jon smiled and said nothing more, Draco's reaction was enough to let him know what he wanted to know.

"Okay, then let's talk about something funny. As a close confidant of that great gentleman, the director of the Auror Command Office, the noble pure-blood wizard Mr. Lucius Malfoy, you privately What do you want to do with a wanted criminal like me who has committed such a heinous crime?"

Lucius ignored Jon's teasing. Jon's attitude was already mentally prepared before he came. For this kind of thing, whoever takes the initiative will be on the weak side.

"Do you have the right to make the decision on some matters?"

"Then I have to ask Mr. Malfoy to tell you what the specific things are." Jon shrugged, "You know I'm just an ordinary student."

There was silence in the air for a few seconds. It was obvious that no one believed Jon's nonsense. In the end, Lucius did not choose the roundabout way of conventional interest negotiations, but said straight to the point.

"I want to make a deal with you, Mr. Green, alone. A pure deal that has nothing to do with our camps and positions." Lucius took a deep breath, "I hope you can compete in the next two games. It guarantees the safety of my son."

Draco lowered his head aside. Of course he should feel humiliated. He is also a warrior in the Triwizard Tournament. The other three people can shine for their schools. Only he still needs his father to beg his competitors. to ensure your own safety.

Jon was not surprised by Lucius's request. This was just as he and Dumbledore had guessed in the principal's office before. This meeting with Lucius was most likely for his son's sake.

"Why do you need my guarantee? We are enemies, Mr. Malfoy. Doesn't that Emile Lestrange also have strong abilities? Why don't you ask him to protect your precious son?"

"You know why I didn't find him. Everyone has seen his performance in the first project." Lucius's voice revealed rare sincerity, "I said, regardless of camp or position, your His character is more worthy of my trust.”

What he said was ridiculous. The enemy was more reliable than his own people, but the fact was that it was true.

It can only be said that Voldemort really has gathered a group of human beings under his command.

"So, what are the conditions?" Jon asked the question he was most interested in, "You can't just ask someone to do something empty-handed, right?"

Lucius looked at Jon calmly, he raised his head, and their eyes met.

"I recognize that ring."

Jon was stunned for a moment subconsciously, but he quickly reacted. His original casual expression disappeared in an instant, and instead he revealed an extremely solemn gaze.

"Adrian Fox, traveler, adventurer, archaeologist, master of alchemy, and master of spells. He traveled around the world, but he left no reputation until his death. But I know the ring you are wearing, I once had the honor to meet Mr. Fox at a banquet, and the ring he wore on his hand was exactly the same as the one you held when you entered the Forbidden Forest that day."

"so what?"

Jon narrowed his eyes.

Knowing that the ring existed did not mean that he knew what the ring meant. He wanted to know how much Lucius knew.

This chapter is to make up for last night's shortcomings, and there will be another four thousand posts in the early morning.