The Not-So-Simple Malfoy Family

Scottish Highlands.

Hogwarts.

Second floor.

In Minerva McGonagall's study and bedroom.

Snape emerged from the fireplace.

"Is the child alright?" McGonagall asked quickly.

Dumbledore saw more from Snape's subtle expression.

"Oh, what happened? To shock you so. You wouldn't even look like this if your hair dried overnight."

Hearing Dumbledore's teasing, McGonagall put down her worry.

She looked at Snape, but the child had a cold expression, his greasy fringe of hair seeming to bury all emotion.

She couldn't see any shock.

Admittedly, Dumbledore understood men far better than she did.

Snape shook his cloak, "As you guessed. This might indeed be due to the change of leadership in the Extraordinary Apothecary Association."

"That dirty werewolf hasn't dared to attack a wizarding infant since the Dark Lord died."

"But he did so today."

"And he attacked a descendant of a prominent family."

"Combined with the fact that Finn Granger is the frontrunner for the next election."

"Hmph, this is clearly intimidation by a hostile force."

"Killing a distant relative of yours."

"To make you give up your candidacy."

"Without completely offending you."

"This kind of style?" Dumbledore began to ponder.

In the conservative British wizarding world, there were only a few powerful surnames.

And they were all Hogwarts graduates, meaning his former students.

Familiar faces flashed through his mind, and the answer was almost obvious, "Lucius Malfoy!"

Professor McGonagall gasped.

Snape raised a question.

"He has the guts for that? He and his little group only dare to wear masks and mess with Muggles. In Muggle terms, they're just bullies who pick on the weak!"

"He's Malfoy." Dumbledore said meaningfully.

Snape pondered, then suddenly understood.

The Malfoy family were not simple opportunists.

Although they had never run for Minister of Magic, they often funded candidates they favored with money for their campaigns, and even spent money to attack opponents.

Lucius Malfoy's grandfather, Septimus Malfoy, had even used such methods to make the Minister of Magic at the time his puppet.

His father, Abraxas Malfoy, had gone further, causing the first Muggle-born Minister of Magic, Nobby Leach, to leave office prematurely.

And this time, the election for the president of the Extraordinary Apothecary Association was merely a snapshot of Malfoy's attempt to expand his influence.

For a young wizard with no parents, no living direct relatives, and only a distinguished surname, Lucius Malfoy naturally wouldn't pay attention.

Moreover, what did Fenrir Greyback's actions have to do with Malfoy?

Lucius Malfoy had probably already destroyed all the evidence.

Dumbledore continued, "How is the child? Was he not--"

Snape awoke from his thoughts, raising an eyebrow, "You won't believe it, the only thing he wants is to scam the school's subsidies."

Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow displeasedly, "But that's within regulations. He's an orphan! We investigated when you went to Devonshire."

From an old portrait near the window, a very old witch with long, curly silver hair, completely out of place with the portrait, coughed, "I just went to St Mungo's to investigate. Lewinster Granger, died June 29, 1991, at the age of 127. Evra Granger, Everilda Granger, died September 2, 1980, at the ages of 30 and 28 respectively. If this child has no other direct relatives, he is indeed an orphan."

Dumbledore added, "Dilys is correct. Although I am still young—109 years old—and don't know Mrs. Lewinster Granger well. But her son and son-in-law were also Hogwarts students, so I still have an impression. If my memory serves me correctly, Mr. Basil Granger is indeed an orphan."

"Wait," Snape's mouth twitched, "I didn't question his orphan status. But judging by his clothes, the goldware in his hand, his nouveau riche aura, and that terrifying tree that directly strangled Fenrir. He's not short of money."

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense.

Now they had all forgotten about Basil applying for subsidies.

Even less attention was paid to the fact that, if converted by age, Basil's grandmother gave birth to his father in her eighties.

"Fenrir is dead?" Dumbledore frowned.

The reason he arranged for Snape to go.

Was because Snape was once a Death Eater.

He could use the Dark Mark on his hand to capture this notorious werewolf.

Although Fenrir was not a Death Eater, he also had a Dark Mark.

This way, it would also cause huge economic and political losses to the mastermind behind the scenes.

Fudge, who was good at accumulating wealth, would not give up without taking a pound of flesh from them.

"It seems I need to contact Professor Marchbanks."

Snape gasped.

Or rather, it was the first time since his return that his face showed a lively expression that involved more than two muscles.

"You're going to use your influence? That will scare Fudge! It will end your honeymoon period early!"

Dumbledore stood up and waved his arm forcefully.

His blue eyes under the half-moon spectacles revealed a cold light, "He wouldn't dare! As long as Tom doesn't revive, he'll willingly revolve around me. Moreover, using dirty tactics on a child. That's an untouchable bottom line!"

Miles away in Devonshire, in a small room within a cave tunnel in the hills, the bottom-line Basil was sleeping soundly.

He didn't know that his subsidy had been completely wasted because of the "nouveau riche" aura he brought from his transmigration.

Dumbledore had also alerted Fudge in advance.

In the original timeline, this ostrich, which buried its head in the sand, only showed half its head during the summer break of the fourth year.

Time, August 1st.

In the recreation room.

Exploding spells cards, Gobstones, and other entertainment props were piled in the corner.

Now, books had taken their place.

In the last 5 days, he had almost returned to the arduous rhythm of life he had when he was a third-year student at Youzhou No. 4 High School—waking up at seven in the morning to read, finishing at eight or nine at night.

As for the two balls every day—the adult ball and the couple's ball.

Due to the circumstances, Basil could only give them up.

Of course, this wasn't because Basil liked reading.

Otherwise, why would he have dropped out of college in his first year?

It was because, after combining his past memories, he discovered.

His past, as a young wizard.

It was no different from how he perceived his body when he was still Li Lin.

Even when his Magical Power Awakening happened at age 7, making the Enoki Mushroom in his hand grow bigger, tenderer, and fresher, tasting better, he didn't feel anything.

He just thought there weren't enough mushrooms to eat, and the magical phenomenon happened in his hand.

He just thought about it!

It was as if there was nothing in his body that could be called magic power.

Only 5 days ago, and in subsequent tests, when casting spells through the [Grimoire], did he perceive so-called magic power.

And the Magic Power value on his personal information hadn't changed at all.

He just felt his stamina was depleted.

But it was more like punching; magic power was the fist.

Punching indeed consumed strength, but the fist itself didn't change.

Using Recharge Gems for magic power also didn't work.

His magic power hadn't decreased in the slightest.

It was like an unshakeable boulder.

It didn't match the information that flooded his mind when he activated the system at all.

Not until today did he finally find the answer in the book "Magical Theory" by Adalbert Wulfric.

This was truly absurd.

This was a first-year textbook at Hogwarts.

Can you imagine?

It was like searching for the principles of a nuclear bomb and finding the answer in a first-year junior high physics textbook.

[Fenrir Greyback, he is a Death Eater. This evil werewolf became active again after Voldemort's revival, but Voldemort, with his strict pure-blood ideology, seemed to disdain werewolves who were between human and beast. Only when he wanted to use werewolves would this werewolf possibly be allowed to wear the robes of a Death Eater. For any Death Eater, Voldemort would brand the Dark Mark on their arm, and Greyback wasn't even a Death Eater in the true sense.] The above is content from the Harry Potter Encyclopedia. Combining it with the chapter in the seventh book where Harry is captured, Fenrir should not have the Dark Mark. I made a mistake here; I only searched the novel when writing.