A crackling sound sounded 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 he raised his head and looked around cautiously to make sure there was no one around, then quietly walked out of the alley and disappeared into the desolate street.
Walking through an abandoned old neighborhood, the hooded man stopped in front of a dilapidated townhouse. He seemed to mumble softly. The gap between the two dilapidated townhouses suddenly opened, revealing a hidden place between them.
A wooden door.
After the hooded man approached, the wooden door opened without warning, and he immediately walked in.
The wooden door closed behind him, and a fire immediately lit up in front of him.
Lucius Malfoy lifted his hood back, revealing his slightly pale face in the firelight.
This is their stronghold. Today's Death Eaters are just rats crossing the street and everyone shouts and beats them. Naturally, it is not suitable for being too high-profile, so they found a secret meeting place.
Malfoy walked through the corridor and came to a door. He stretched out his hand and knocked lightly three times. Then, he walked directly through the wooden door and appeared in a very luxuriously decorated living room.
The originally noisy living room suddenly stopped after Lucius Malfoy entered, and everyone looked at Lucius Malfoy.
"Old man, you were almost late."
In the silent room, someone suddenly spoke up and broke the silence. If Hagrid were here, he would definitely recognize that the person who just spoke was Walton McNeil, who almost cut off Buckbeak's head.
"That took me a lot of time."
Lucius Malfoy sat in the vacant seat. From his seat, it was not difficult to see Malfoy's status among this group of people.
"What's the result?" Old Gore asked.
"Is Peter really dead?" Old Crabbe continued.
"Peter Pettigrew is indeed dead. I confirmed with my own eyes that his body is indeed his in the Azkaban cemetery." Lucius Malfoy raised his head and looked around at everyone, cleared his throat and spoke in a brisk tone.
Said, "As far as I know, after Peter Pettigrew was captured, he did not confess anyone."
Everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Although everyone here escaped from prison through various excuses more than ten years ago, no one knows whether Peter Pettigrew will turn them out again and cause them other troubles.
After all, there have been similar cases before where traitors relied on reporting their companions to give themselves the opportunity to reduce their crimes.
"It's too cheap, that bastard."
For the past few months, they had all wanted to kill Peter.
However, it is not easy to kill Peter quietly in Azkaban Prison. Otherwise, Lucius Malfoy would have secretly killed Sirius Black more than ten years ago, allowing his wife to inherit the Black family.
's legacy.
"This thing is weird. Peter's family disappeared not long ago." The hunchbacked Nott suddenly said.
"Do you think Peter is pretending to be dead?" Malfoy frowned and looked at Nott who was speaking next to him.
Yes, Peter had precedent.
"The old woman from Peter's family went to Azkaban Prison before she died, and burned herself to death within a few days." Nott reminded her.
"Perhaps, she is crazy." Old Gore muttered softly, "After all, her son suddenly changed from a hero to a murderer, which greatly stimulated her."
"That's not the point. Azkaban Prison shouldn't allow people to come in and out at will." Avery also frowned. Peter had a precedent of faking his own death to escape. Although he didn't think Malfoy was lying, but...
"I know this. The woman was dying and wanted to see her son." Lucius paused and continued: "So, she donated most of the Peter family's property to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.
, persuaded Fudge to allow her to go to Azkaban to see her son for the last time."
There was no doubt that Fudge agreed.
Look at that large donation.
Moreover, it can be regarded as fulfilling the wish of the dying person.
To be honest, although Peter died in Azkaban Prison, others still hated him very much. Most of the Death Eaters thought that Peter had lied to them, because the Dark Lord came to the Potter's house based on the information provided by Peter, and then
Lost it there.
As a result, the good situation collapsed with the disappearance of the Dark Lord, and a large number of Death Eaters were captured and taken to Azkaban.
There were not just a lot of people who hated Peter, but Peter was already "dead" at that time, and there was nothing they could do.
Going to trouble Mrs. Peter?
The Death Eaters who had just escaped the disaster were eager to cut off their relationship and how dare they rush to join him.
However, they had already been played like monkeys by Peter, so naturally they had to prevent these things from happening again. If Peter was really not dead, then of course they had to kill them quickly.
"Fudge has been looking for people to donate recently," Avery said suddenly.
"He's looking for you too?" Old Goyle asked Malfoy sideways.
"I have not donated to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies for the time being." Lucius Malfoy said with a hint of ridicule at the corner of his mouth, "I'm still thinking about it."
"Recently, many people are not satisfied with Fudge's actions." Avery said suddenly.
It should be said that the purebloods were dissatisfied with Fudge's actions.
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 know that Malfoy and others are Death Eaters, but so what?
.
As long as they don't say anything, do you still expect so-called justice?
The reason why everyone here was able to escape was not only because they left no clues, but also because the pure-blood faction within the Ministry of Magic helped them exonerate themselves.
"Otherwise, do you expect that a person controlled by the Imperius Curse can get away with it?"
Pour in the truth serum and 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.
"Yes, he compromised. This is not a good sign." Avery said dissatisfiedly, "Fudge should have stood on our side, but he didn't do that."
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"Whether Fudge wants it or not, he can't stop it." Lucius Malfoy saw this matter clearly.
He couldn't hold it in any longer.
If Albert is just a talented Muggle wizard, which is what he is, the Ministry of Magic can naturally easily suppress all his achievements, and this has happened not once or twice. As long as the Ministry of Magic does not admit it, even if it is really true,
Even if the melon wizard obtains the Order of Merlin, the process will be stuck. If the other party comes to work at the Ministry of Magic in the future, it will be easier, and it will basically be difficult for him to get ahead.
However, the situation is different.
Albert had a wide network of contacts and was supported by moderates led by Dumbledore and wizards from other factions, so Fudge couldn't suppress him even if he wanted to, and he also had many political opponents.
He still can't do the stupid thing of pushing other people to the enemy. Compromise between the two parties is the best way. Anyway, it is just a Order of Merlin, and he can also get the Order of Merlin, First Class, as he wishes.
Fudge's compromise does not bode well for the pure-blood faction. They urgently need Fudge to be on their side so that they can influence him and expand their influence.
"We can create some trouble for Fudge." Lucius Malfoy tapped his fingers on the table, "and then slowly win over him and use him."
"What are you going to do?" Avery asked, knowing that Malfoy was better at these conspiracies and knew how to pick himself out.
"We can do something after the World Cup." Lucius Malfoy said softly, "We should also guide him to tend to those respected families. This is actually 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 some money to him, and we plan to introduce Fudge to our circle and slowly guide him towards those respected families." Malfoy had a confident smile on his lips.
As far as he knew, Fudge was obsessed with the feeling of being the Minister of Magic and everything this position brought to him. It was not difficult to influence him.