The Death Eaters' Plan

"If I took this quill out at Hogwarts, I might really get a lot of envious looks."

Perhaps influenced by Narcissa, Malfoy stared at the Thunderbird feather quill and fell into thought as well.

Instinctively, he thought of that scarhead with a Firebolt.

The Firebolt was sitting in a shop window and could be bought with enough money, but a Thunderbird feather quill was different. Such things had long been banned. Even if that scarhead now had a wealthy godfather, he still would not be able to buy one.

And that Weasley lackey of his would never be able to afford one in his lifetime.

No, that was not right.

Malfoy shook his head, suddenly realizing that he had already been expelled from school. He probably would not see that scarhead or his lackey again, and even if he did, it would only be on the battlefield.

Fine... He really hoped that day would come sooner, so he could do something he had wanted to do for a long time... torture them to his heart's content.

"There's nothing good here. Let's go back," Malfoy said without much interest.

"Alright." Naturally, Narcissa had no objections. She reached out, ready to take down the Thunderbird feather quill.

"Mother, what are you taking that for?"

"Don't you want to buy it?" Narcissa asked.

"No." Malfoy blurted out, "Why would I spend money on something I can't use?"

"You'll find a use for it." Narcissa fell silent for a moment. "Even if it's only for writing..."

"You... do whatever you want." For some reason, Malfoy did not object again. He simply took the quill and silently walked over to the counter.

"How much?"

"Thirty Galleons." Kyle smiled.

"How much?" Malfoy suddenly raised his voice. "Thirty Galleons? Are you crazy? It's just a quill!

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