I Bought It

Like their surname, the Malfoy family tends to choose to be loyal to the side that is more beneficial to them and farther from danger and blame. They are not necessarily steadfast in their values and are natural opportunists.

The same applies to the choice between Pure-blood or non-magical groups.

The first Malfoy, Armand Malfoy, like the ancestors of many other noble Britain families, arrived in Britain with William the First as part of the Norman army's invasion.

At this time, although the Malfoy family claimed to be Pure-blood, they still preferred non-magical groups, namely Muggle.

Armand Malfoy also received a valuable grant of land in Wiltshire for his discreet and secretive service to William the First, where he built Malfoy Manor shortly after 1066.

The descendants of Armand Malfoy were the same; through their magic, they amassed great wealth by pandering to non-magical groups, expanding their own lands in Wiltshire by annexing the lands of neighboring Muggle, and increasing their collection of Muggle treasures and works of art by currying favor with the royal family.

Meanwhile, in the wizarding world, they quickly integrated themselves by using their wealth to curry favor with the rich and powerful upper class.

In the Muggle world, they fully integrated into the upper echelons of Britain Muggle society around 1692, and even successfully participated in Muggle money market transactions and asset transactions.

At this time, the Malfoy family was flourishing in both wizarding Muggle.

But after the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy was forcibly passed, they severed all ties with Muggle society and put on a face that had never been friendly to Muggle.

This incident taught the Malfoy a lesson: money alone is not enough; power is also essential.

Thus, in the years that followed, the Malfoy family used the wealth they had acquired from the Muggle World to begin winning over the newly established Britain Ministry of Magic.

By the time of Draco Malfoy's grandfather, Septimus Malfoy, their years of hard work had finally paid off, and their power had reached its zenith.

In the late 18th century, Septimius Malfoy even appointed his puppet Oncis Osbert as Minister for Magic.

The fact that Nobi Lucius, the first Muggle- blooded Minister for Magic in history, left his post prematurely was also due to Draco's grandfather, Abraxas Malfoy.

But ever since the Malfoy family bet on Voldemort, starting with Lucius Malfoy, they've been plagued by bad luck. First, they were fined a huge amount of gold because of the Death Eaters, and then Fudge, Dumbledore, was chosen as Minister for Magic.

Fudge's victory was actually quite normal. At the time, almost everyone wanted Dumbledore to become Minister for Magic, but Dumbledore refused outright.

During his campaign, Fudge never stopped mentioning Dumbledore and repeatedly said that he would write to Dumbledore for advice on every decision he made.

And that's exactly what he did in his daily work.

And so, Fudge became the undisputed Minister for Magic thanks to his Dumbledore.

The Malfoy could only swallow their bitterness and lick their wounds.

However, the Malfoy haven't shown much Muggle friendliness for centuries, let alone dressed in Muggle clothes and greeted people at the train station like Muggle.

The Malfoy never appeared on the side of the platform where Muggle were numerous; they always stayed on the inside and eventually went home using Portkey.

Only wizarding families who are pro- Muggle or hate Portkey wait outside for their children to pass through the wall.

The appearance of Lucius Malfoy and his wife outside the platform at this moment left many wizards dressed as Muggle speechless, especially since they were standing next to their nemesis, the Weasley family.

All of this was because just two days ago, Rita Skeeter was trembling slightly as she looked at the freshly developed photos in her crocodile-skin handbag in her room—and now, even Dumbledore couldn't stop her!

As for Lucius Malfoy? After her boss saw a few photos and the text she wrote later, there was no need to worry about that.

If it were Septimus's time, or when Voldemort was still alive, her boss would have been wary of the Malfoy family.

But now, her previous concessions were simply because there were no more authoritative arguments to follow, and her readers were eager to see evidence such as photographs.

As the most outstanding and top-notch reporter at the Daily Prophet, she doesn't have to stay in the small room of the Daily Prophet in London like other junior reporters, in addition to attending work hours.

All she had to do was lie on her own Dragon Hide. Apart from the space she used specifically for writing, the rest of the table was filled with snacks like candied pineapple. She could easily pull out a bottle of crisp sherry from under the table.

She doesn't even need to write herself; her most precious and cherished peacock feather mechanical pen perfectly writes down the words in her mind. However, this also results in her fingers being thick and fat, making her look nothing like a journalist who works with words.

At this moment, she lay on her Dragon Hide, a roll of parchment spread out on the table beside her. She reached into her crocodile-skin handbag and pulled out a long, dazzling green quill pen with her rough, fat hand. She put the green quill pen tip into her mouth and sucked on it with relish for a while, as if kissing a lover's lips.

Then she placed the photos in front of her, while a quill on the table stood upright on the parchment, the quill tube trembling slightly at the tip.

She snapped her fingers, and soft music began to play. The pen moved swiftly across the parchment to the accompaniment of the beautiful music, and lines of sharp text appeared on the blank parchment.

"I almost fell asleep. Now the whole wizarding world will know the little secret between Harry Potter and his two friends, and my name will also be—haha!" Rita Skeeter stood up, stretched, put on her jeweled glasses, picked up the parchment on the table and examined it carefully. When she smiled with satisfaction, she picked up the green quill that had been lying on the table and began to suck on it.

"I'm sorry, Rita Skeeter, we're afraid we can't publish this article?" A fat, bald wizard looked at the news and photos that could bring huge sales to their the Daily Prophet.

"Is it that idiot Fudge? Is he going to temporarily side with Dumbledore again to attract attention?" Rita Skeeter raised a heavily drawn eyebrow.

"No, I don't think so." A long, slender hand picked up the photos.

"Sirius Black? What are you doing here? In the Daily Prophet?" Rita Skeeter shrank back, still remembering the scene of Sirius laughing maniacally in front of Muggle and Peter Pettigrew's mangled remains.

"I bought it." Sirius opened the wine cabinet as if no one else was there and took out a bottle of red wine.

It's the end of the month. Thank you to students Li Hua Mao Pure-blood, Shi Luo Ya, and Xue Ka. Rose for their monthly tickets, and to all the other students for their subscriptions and recommendations. (v)