Zhang Xiao slowly walked around from behind him and asked calmly, "I want to know who you gave the Dark Lord's possession... to."
Lucius's pupils dilated instantly, and he froze in utter shock.
The muscles in his face twitched, and his hand drifted involuntarily toward his Serpent Staff.
How did he know? Why did he know? Did Draco tell him? Impossible. Draco didn't know either!
This couldn't get out... no one could find out about this... no one!
If word got out, the entire Malfoy family would be finished! And Narcissa, Draco... no, no!
His trembling fingers closed around the smooth, cold handle of the Serpent Staff.
"I'd advise against that, unless you want the ancestors of the Malfoy family dug out of their graves, their bones ground to dust and scattered.
"Or did the Shafiq family's fate not teach you enough of a lesson?"
Watching Lucius's movements, Zhang Xiao resisted the urge to strike first. For Draco's sake, he gave him this one friendly warning.
With a flick of his fingers, his wand hummed and sprang into his palm. How strong was Lucius? Zhang Xiao honestly didn't know.
But when Lucius had unleashed his killing intent just now, his spiritual sense had reacted. The assessment had fallen somewhere between "a little bug that might hurt your hand" and "a little mouse that might hurt your hand."
All he could say was that people who spent too long playing political games forgot that their own strength mattered most.
Lucius immediately obeyed his survival instincts and withdrew his hand. He suddenly remembered the terrifyingly powerful backing this boy had.
And... as Lucius looked at the second-year student before him, he actually sensed a faint pressure reminiscent of Dumbledore.
It was weak, nowhere near the terror of facing a fathomless ocean that