Lucius Malfoy Comes Clean

If Malfoy Manor gave Ryan any impression, his first thought would be its sheer size; it took ten minutes to walk from the entrance to the living room.

When Ryan turned his attention to Lucius Malfoy, Ryan was surprised to find that the Malfoy family, who had Floo Network installed by their fireplaces—a feature almost every wizarding family in the Wizarding World— did not have them.

Moreover, this Portkey couldn't even lead directly to the Malfoy family's mansion.

At this moment, Old Malfoy's face was extremely pale, his hands were trembling involuntarily, and the openwork silverware was abandoned on the gravel ground as if it were just a disposable product.

He walked briskly forward along a straight driveway, which in the past should have been used for horse-drawn carriages.

Ahead was a very respectable mansion, with diamond-shaped glass inlaid in the windows on the ground floor and decorative patterns carved on the window sills. The entire mansion could be described as a large work of art.

This is another kind of Smith, Smith Family has always aimed to create an independent and autonomous manor, perfecting it generation after generation.

The Malfoy, on the other hand, kept adding details to their mansion to make it look even more luxurious.

"As expected of Malfoy." Ryan thought to himself, unsure whether it was a compliment or an insult.

Meanwhile, Old Malfoy, leaning on his cane, walked with feigned composure. After he reached the Entrance Hall, the silverware on the ground slowly disappeared.

This is clearly the magic of House-elf. The Malfoy family are indeed particular; you can tell from this that they probably never pick up their own things if they fall on the ground.

Ryan continued to follow Old Malfoy's steps and looked ahead. After walking for about ten minutes, a large Entrance Hall came into view. The outside sunlight could hardly shine in, and the light was dim, provided entirely by scented candles.

It's really bizarre. Normal houses strive for good natural light, but you can't see any at all in the Malfoy family. They really are Slytherin through and through. The Slytherin Common Room is also in a dark basement.

The Entrance Hall was decorated very luxuriously, with a magnificent carpet covering almost the entire stone floor.

As Old Malfoy approached, the portraits on the wall, each as pale as him and bearing the standard Malfoy appearance, looked at him with concern.

Then came a series of heavy wooden doors, an absurd number.

Ryan suspected that the Malfoy, who relied on House-elf for everything, were not fat because of these things.

The house is so big, with so many doors, you can get thin from walking around.

Ryan even suspected that Dobby's yearning for freedom might also be due to the heavy workload.

About ten minutes later, Old Malfoy walked into the living room and bumped into his wife, Narcissa Malfoy, who was about to leave.

"Lucius, what's wrong?" As his wife, Narcissa clearly noticed that something was wrong with Old Malfoy.

"It's nothing, Cissy," Lucius said, trying to appear calm.

He didn't intend to tell his wife what he had just witnessed in Diagon Alley, and he hadn't mentioned to her even his previous allegiance to Dumbledore.

"What? What happened in Diagon Alley?"

What has Arthur Weasley done now?

"I remember you got rid of all that stuff in the house last time." Seeing her husband like this, Narcissa took his right arm and sat down on the sofa by the fireplace with heartache.

He then launched into a long tirade about everything Arthur Weasley had done to them—saying their business was illegal and that he frequently came to inspect their home.

"I suspect that the Weasley family were behind Draco's incident."

"You're always out and about, so you don't know that Draco keeps saying things like 'Ron's dad is amazing.'"

"And where did you, Arthur, and my bastard cousin go last time?"

"Is Draco really having an affair with that Weasley family kid?"

Seeing that her husband remained silent, Narcissa began to recount all the previous incidents and started to connect them with Old Malfoy's behavior today.

As Narcissa's words became increasingly outrageous, even leading her to speculate whether her husband was having an affair with Arthur Weasley, Lucius Malfoy finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"Cissy, I have something to tell you, but don't be afraid." Old Malfoy took a deep breath.

He decided to tell his lover, after all, the Dark Lord might be resurrected now, and he was now a follower of Dumbledore. If she didn't know anything, it would be dangerous for her.

"Cissy, you know that although my father is not Death Eaters, he has a very good relationship with the Dark Lord."

"I'm probably the only Death Eaters Nott, Rosier, Mulciber, and Dolohov who knows what the Dark Lord used to look like."

"Perhaps your crazy sister knows too, she loves the Dark Lord so much." Old Malfoy paused, his pale face regaining a little color before continuing, "I saw the Dark Lord when he was young, he was with Dumbledore!"

"Cissy, do you know what? I've heard some crazy news. He's going to be the Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor next semester," Old Malfoy said, trembling.

Narcissa gasped, and in an instant, she acquired the pale, cold skin of her husband's family. In a corner unnoticed by the two, a short figure wrapped in tattered rags stood frozen in place, and then vanished.

"That old madman Dumbledore!"

"I should have listened to your advice and sent Draco to Durmstrang!" Narcissa exclaimed.

Narcissa's maternal love and her anxiety about Draco's safety in the next school year caused Narcissa to lose her temper.

"Cissy, don't you understand? This might be a good thing," Lucius reminded her.

"Good thing?" Narcissa scoffed, but then she realized something. "I understand! Hogwarts is that old madman's lifeline. If the Dark Lord can become a professor at Hogwarts, then it means he is 'harmless'."

"Dumbledore's side has the advantage, and Draco is hanging out with Harry Potter and the Weasley family."

"Your contact with Arthur Weasley and Sirius a while ago was also—" Narcissa guessed, and as the conversation progressed, she gradually regained her composure.

"Not entirely, but I am now definitely on Dumbledore's side."

"That Dark Lord is the Diary," said Old Malfoy.

Narcissa looked at her husband in surprise. To put it bluntly, her husband's family were all opportunists and two-faced.

According to Lucius, he must have discovered the secret to the Dark Lord's inevitable defeat.

And isn't a diary just a tool of Dark Magic?

"Draco said he was going to Sirius's with Ron, so tomorrow you and I will go pick out some gifts for my cousin and Draco's two friends," Narcissa said.

She skipped the topic of the diary, knowing her skills in Occlumency were insufficient, and felt she didn't need to know too much about it.

"No, there's one more thing," said Old Malfoy.

"What is it?" Narcissa asked curiously.

"I need to prepare a gift for my trip to Hogwarts," sighed Old Malfoy.