Seeing Pippin's stubbornness, Lucius was furious but helpless.
"Could my grand plan for revitalization be thwarted by such a lowly peasant merchant?" Lucius was furious, but there was no point in arguing now.
He suppressed his emotions and said slowly through gritted teeth, "Mr. Pippin, I want you to know that I am not saying this to seek your approval."
"So you're threatening me?" Pippin glanced at him sideways.
"Consider it a threat. You'd better do as I say and write him a letter saying that the current head of the Malfoy family wants to cooperate with him." Lucius was no longer bothering to hide anything and spoke bluntly.
"Don't even think about playing dirty tricks," Lucius scoffed. "I hope to get the news soon, otherwise, you're probably in trouble."
As he spoke, Lucius glanced around the shop, his words a blatant threat. "Like you said, this shop has been around for centuries. If you don't want it to just disappear like this, you'd better do as I say."
This is already a blatant threat.
Pippin simply smiled calmly, looking at Lucius with indifferent eyes. "Do you think you've got me cornered? Do you think you've got victory in the bag?"
"Lucius, you're too old, you've been living under the shadow of your ancestors for too long. Do you really think you can control everything? Do you really think that as long as you brandish the Malfoy family, everyone will willingly work for you?" Pippin looked at Lucius with pity and shook his head disdainfully.
"Don't blame me for not warning you, Lucius, you're underestimating that gentleman."
Remembering the seasoned shrewdness hidden beneath Silan's youthful appearance, Pippin knew that such a person would never be manipulated by anyone.
If Lucius approaches him with this mindset, he will inevitably run into a snag.
"That's none of your business," Lucius said coldly.
"My Malfoy family has money, status, and connections. Only by cooperating with me can he easily get everything he wants," Lucius said sarcastically, glancing at the situation in the shop. "Do you think he'd choose you?"
"This little, run-down Potions, if it weren't for all the students at Hogwarts, it probably would have gone out of business long ago, right?"
"It's pathetic that it's still in this state after running for centuries," Lucius said, shaking his head.
Despite Lucius's sarcastic remarks, Pippin simply smiled faintly at him, completely unconcerned.
This inexplicable smile, as if he possessed some unknown secret, infuriated Lucius. He snorted coldly and issued an ultimatum.
"I'm too lazy to waste my breath on you. I only have one piece of advice for you: write him a letter and arrange a meeting, otherwise..."
Lucius didn't finish his sentence, but the threat couldn't be clearer.
"That gentleman is beyond my control. Even if I write this letter, he might not agree."
Pippin sighed, thinking that Lucius was simply desperate.
"None of your business," Lucius kicked a chair and waved his hand impatiently. "If he's truly a smart man, he'll make the right decision."
Pippin remained noncommittal, only giving him a cold look.
"Goodbye, Mr. Pippin." Lucius said curtly, his face tense, and walked out of the shop.
"Ha, only good at maintaining their so-called etiquette in trivial matters..." Pippin thought to himself, scoffing.
Pippin watched Lucius walk out without saying a word, Pippin closed the shop door, slowly pulled out a chair, and sat down, scratching his head in annoyance.
"This matter definitely needs to be communicated to Mr. Prewett," Pippin thought to himself, frowning.
Looking up at the ceiling, Pippin muttered to himself, "But I can't rush it. I have to wait a couple of days before mailing the letter, and I can't use my own owl... I have to go to the Owl Post Office..."
The Malfoy family's reputation wasn't very good, Pippin was also afraid that Lucius might be giving up temporarily on the surface, but was actually keeping a close eye on him in secret.
If he catches the owl that delivers the message, then Silan's identity will be no longer a secret.
"What a hassle..."
Pippin's long sigh echoed in the shop.
Hogwarts.
Silan has had a very leisurely few days.
Ever since Snape taught him how to brew Wolfsbane Potion, he had been doing research in his workshop and was rarely seen except during class.
This made Harry and Ron extremely happy.
They almost thought Snape had been fired by Dumbledore and celebrated wildly for three days.
As a result, Snape deducted 10 points from their Potions, which finally made them behave a bit.
Snape was engrossed in Potions research and hadn't visited Silan in a long time, which Silan was quite happy about.
During his spare time, after preparing the necessary items for learning Animagus, he began translating the Soul Magic left behind by Slytherin.
After a long period of study and repeated proofreading, Silan finally finished translating the book he had brought with him, "A Brief Discussion on the Essence of the Soul".
He copied all the contents onto Parchment and read through it Silan by page.
Throughout history, countless people have attempted to enter the Soul Domain but have failed. This is partly because the soul is elusive and difficult to study, but the more important reason is that these people are simply foolish mediocrities!
"The soul is the realm of God, the paradise of genius!"
Only a peerless genius, unparalleled throughout history, can slightly lift its veil of mystery, allowing a glimpse into its hidden corners...
After reading the opening, Silan couldn't help but think, "This arrogance is typical of Slytherin."
After turning the page, Silan continued reading.
"The essence of the soul is actually a way of operating with magic. As long as you can understand the logic of how the soul works, you can influence it through magic."
Upon seeing this, Silan fell silent.
"So, wouldn't the Three Unforgivable Curses also be classified as Soul Magic?"
The Avada Kedavra curse can kill a creature instantly, leaving no trace, perhaps because it acts directly on the creature's soul.
Destroying the soul is, of course, utter death.
Needless to say, the Cruciatus Curse.
Once used, it can inflict unimaginable and extremely severe pain on the victim.
According to those who experienced it firsthand, the pain felt like it came from the very depths of their soul.
Prolonged use of the curse can also lead to permanent mental breakdown or even death in the victim. For example, the Longbottoms suffered mental breakdowns due to prolonged exposure to the Cruciatus Curse.
Even St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries lacks an effective treatment for this condition.
Silan guessed it might be because her soul had been wounded.
Ordinary doctors can heal the body, but they cannot heal the soul.
As for the Imperius Curse, it's even more obvious.
The victim will feel a strange, carefree floating sensation and will carry out the spellcaster's commands without hesitation.
This is practically like manipulating a soul.
Silan quickly found the relevant description in the book.
"Once the logic of how the soul operates is understood, one can influence it, including but not limited to: destruction, control, manipulation, torture, alteration, creation, extraction, attachment, sealing..."
Silan continued flipping through the pages, quickly reviewing all the content.
"That's quite interesting..."