When Lucius returned to the dining table, he found his wife and child waiting for him.
"Dad, did you chase that stinking beggar away?"
"No, he came to give our family money."
After briefly explaining what had happened, Draco's eyes grew more and more adoring.
Pies didn't fall from the sky, let alone two at once.
You could make money lying down and cause trouble for Gwent at the same time. Only a fool would turn that down.
Narcissa was a little worried. "He didn't play any word games in the Contract, did he?"
"No, I read it all."
She picked up the Contract and read it carefully four or five times. "Gwent must have put a lot of pressure on them."
"The enemy of my enemy is my friend." Lucius picked up his knife and fork again.
"Our interests are aligned for now, but this kind of partnership won't last long."
Draco blinked his big eyes. "Dad, are you saying that pack of stinking beggars will betray us?"
"There are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests."
Lucius lowered his knife and cut into the golden toast on the fine plate.
"When they can no longer offer us anything, that's when they become our enemies."
His cunning lasted less than half a second before Draco immediately regained the elegance and composure befitting the Malfoy Family.
"Dad, once our Wizard Cards are all over the Wizarding World, Wayne's lousy Gwent cards won't even sell on little island nations like this one, right?"
"Anything without value is just a pile of junk." Lucius slowly chewed a small piece of golden toast.
The sweetness was just right, the crust crisp, and the inside still warm.
Gold Galleons were a good thing. No wizard would ever complain about having too many.
They could buy