For some reason, Lucius kept feeling that his surroundings were oppressive.
He looked up at the sky, then cast a suspicious glance around him.
Everything was normal. The sky was as clear as the sea.
There was nothing unusual about the bustling crowd.
It was as though that oppressive feeling was merely his imagination.
Clearly, everything that had happened lately was putting me under too much stress.
"I don't like it here..." Lucius tugged at his collar, as though that would make him more comfortable.
Narcissa looked even worse. As a more sensitive woman, she felt that oppressive sensation more keenly.
She lowered her head, clutched Malfoy's hand, and asked anxiously:
"Lucius, are we being watched?"
"Probably not. With Dumbledore around, they wouldn't dare act without restraint."
Malfoy was much weaker, so he barely felt that oppressive sensation.
After hesitating for a while, Lucius finally trusted his instincts and made a decision:
"We'll stick to the original plan."
The three followed the crowd outside.
As one of the world's major financial centers, Hong Kong had long ranked among the most densely populated places in the world.
The dense crowds chatted and laughed in all sorts of languages, their voices merging into a hum like the beating wings of a swarm of bees.
Lucius and his wife, accustomed to life in their quiet manor, found it rather uncomfortable.
Standing to one side, Lucius muttered in his distinctive voice with barely concealed distaste:
"Muggles, Muggles, and more Muggles.
"There seem to be more of them than Galleons in our vault.
"Do they have nothing to do besides reproduce?"
Malfoy ignored his father's complaints. He was studying everything around him with fresh curiosity.
Zhang was right. Muggles had never been inferior, lowly creatures. Their intelligence far exceeded anything wizards imagined.
*They had even