The Alchemist of Harry Potter

A crackling sound resounded in the dark alley, and a hooded figure appeared out of thin air.

The stench in the alley made the hooded man wrinkle his nose, then raised his head and looked around vigilantly, making sure that there was no one around, and then quietly walked out of the alley and disappeared into the desolate street.

Passing through an old abandoned block, the hooded man stopped in front of the dilapidated townhouse, and seemed to mumble something in his mouth, and the gap between the two dilapidated townhouses suddenly cracked open, revealing a hidden space between them. wooden door.

After the hooded man approached, the wooden door opened without warning, and he walked in immediately.

The wooden door closed behind him, and the fire immediately lit up ahead.

Lucius Malfoy lifted his hood behind his head, revealing his pale face in the firelight.

This is their stronghold. Today's Death Eaters are just rats crossing the street and shouting at everyone. Naturally, it is not suitable to be too high-profile, so they found a secret meeting place.

Malfoy walked across the corridor to a door. He reached out and tapped lightly three times. Then, he passed directly through the wooden door and appeared in a luxuriously furnished living room.

The originally noisy living room stopped abruptly after Lucius Malfoy came in, and everyone looked at Lucius Malfoy.

"Old man, you were almost late."

In the silent room, someone suddenly spoke first to break the silence. If Hagrid was here, he would have recognized that the person who spoke just now was Walton McNeil, who almost chopped off Buckbeak's head.

"That thing took me a long time."

Lucius Malfoy sat in the vacant seat, and from his seat it was not difficult to see Malfoy's position in the group.

"What was the result?" Old Goyle asked.

"Is Peter really dead?" old Crabbe went on.

"Peter Pettigrew is indeed dead. I confirmed his body with my own eyes in Azkaban's cemetery. It is indeed true." Lucius Malfoy looked up at everyone, cleared his throat and said briskly. Said, "As far as I know, Pettigrew Pettigrew has not confessed anyone since he was captured."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Although as early as more than ten years ago, everyone here used various excuses to escape prison, but no one knows whether Pettigrew Peter will confess them again and cause them other troubles.

After all, there have been similar cases before, where traitors relied on reporting their peers in exchange for a chance to have their crimes reduced.

"It's too cheap, that bastard."

For the past few months, they've all wanted to kill Peter.

It's just that it's not easy to kill Peter quietly in Azkaban prison, otherwise Lucius Malfoy secretly killed Sirius Black more than ten years ago, and let his wife inherit the Black family rightfully. legacy.

"This is a strange thing. Peter's house disappeared not long ago." The hunchbacked Nott said suddenly.

"You think Peter is playing dead?" Malfoy frowned at Nott who was talking next to him.

Yes, Peter has precedents.

"The old woman from Peter's family went to Azkaban prison before she died, and she burned herself to death within a few days," Nott reminded.

"Perhaps, she's crazy." Old Goyle muttered softly, "After all, her son's sudden change from a hero to a murderer was very exciting to her."

"That's not the point. Azkaban prison shouldn't let people come and go at will." Avery also frowned. Peter had a precedent for escaping from suspended animation, although he didn't think Malfoy was lying, but...

"I know about this, that woman is dying and wants to see her son." Lucius said after a pause, and continued, "So, at the cost of donating most of the Peter family's property to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Sickness, Convince Fudge to allow her to go to Azkaban to see her son one last time."

No doubt, Fudge agreed.

Look at that big donation.

Moreover, it is considered to satisfy the wishes of dying people.

To be honest, although Peter died in Azkaban prison, the others still hated him very much. Most of the Death Eaters believed that Peter lied to them, because the Dark Lord got to Potter's house based on the information Peter provided, and then lost his way there.

As a result, the good situation collapsed with the disappearance of the Dark Lord, and a large number of Death Eaters were also arrested into Azkaban.

There were not many people who hated Peter, but at that time Peter was "dead" and they had nothing to do.

Trouble with Mrs. Peter?

The Death Eaters who had just escaped the catastrophe could not wait to clear the relationship, so how dare they rush to the top.

However, they had already been played by Peter as a monkey, so naturally they had to prevent these things from happening again. If Peter really didn't die, then they naturally had to kill people quickly.

"Fudge has been looking around for people to donate lately," Avery said suddenly.

"He's looking for you too?" Old Goyle asked Malfoy sideways.

"I haven't donated to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries for the time being." Lucius Malfoy sneered at the corner of his mouth, "I'm still thinking about it."

"Recently, many people are not satisfied with Fudge's approach." Avery said suddenly.

It should be said that purebloods were dissatisfied with Fudge's approach.

The Death Eaters actually represent the interests of the pure-blood faction, which is why many pure-blood wizards support the Dark Lord. Most pure-blood wizards knew that Malfoy and the others were Death Eaters, but so what.

As long as they don't say it, do you still expect so-called justice?

All the people here were able to escape the disaster at the beginning, not only because they left no clues, but also because the pure-bloods within the Ministry of Magic helped them get rid of their crimes.

"Otherwise, do you expect a person under the Imperius Curse to be freed?"

With Veritaserum poured in, you can ask anything, and their lame excuses will turn into jokes.

"You mean Fudge awarded the Order of Merlin to Muggle wizards?" Malfoy left knowing what Avery wanted to say.

"Yeah he compromised, that's not a good sign," Avery said resentfully. "Fudge should have been on our side, but he didn't."

Part of Fudge's current troubles is actually caused by some purebloods who don't like his actions and deliberately cause him trouble.

"Whether Fudge likes it or not, he can't stop it." Lucius Malfoy saw this very clearly.

He couldn't hold back.

If Albert was just a talented Muggle wizard, and that's what it was, the Ministry of Magic could easily overwhelm him, and it wasn't just one or two times. As long as the Ministry of Magic does not admit it, even if there is a Muggle wizard who gets the Merlin Medal, the process will be stuck. If the other party comes to work in the Ministry of Magic in the future, it will be easier, and basically it will be difficult to have a successful day.

However, the situation is different.

Albert has a wide network of contacts and is supported by moderates headed by Dumbledore and wizards from other factions, so Fudge cannot suppress him even if he wants to, and he has many political enemies.

He still can't do the stupid thing of pushing other people to the enemy. Compromise is the best way. Anyway, it is a Merlin Order, and he can also get the Merlin Order First Class Medal.

Fudge's compromise doesn't bode well for the purebloods, who desperately need Fudge on their side so that they can exert influence over him to expand their influence.

"We can give Fudge some trouble." Lucius Malfoy tapped his fingers on the table, "and then slowly draw him in and use him."

"What are you going to do?" Avery asked, knowing that Malfoy was better at these intrigues, and knew how to take himself out.

"We can do something after the World Cup," said Lucius Malfoy softly. "It should also steer him towards respectable families, which is not difficult for us, because we have money."

"Are you going to donate to Fudge?" Avery understood what Malfoy meant.

"Yes, there are many benefits to donating to him, and we intend to introduce Fudge to our circle and gradually guide him towards those respected families." There was a confident smile on the corner of Malfoy's mouth.

As far as he knew, Fudge was so infatuated with what it felt like to be Minister of Magic and everything the position brought him, it wasn't difficult to influence him.

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