Lucius Malfoy woke-Brian had brought him around. One prerequisite for breaking the contract was that both the house-elf and the wizard had to be conscious, and the human brain took a few minutes to regain consciousness after being knocked out.
Lucius found that he still could not speak or move his limbs. All he could do was breathe rapidly and glare up viciously at Brian, who was writing and drawing, as though trying to see through the mask on Brian's face and discover this hyperaggressive kidnapper's true identity. He had never imagined that this man would suddenly attack him in full public view.
Considering that this wizard had disguised himself meticulously and used some means to rob him of his ability to cast spells, there could be no mistake: this was a premeditated kidnapping. But only he and Narcissa had known about his visit to Borgin and Burke today. Narcissa could not possibly have betrayed him, so how had this wizard gotten the information?
Divination? Or had the Ministry of Magic already decided to turn against him and secretly sent someone to follow him? Damn it, both possibilities were highly unlikely. Surely his anti-divination and anti-tracking magical devices could not all have failed?
Dozens of possibilities flashed through Lucius's mind, like a row of horses running neck and neck after the starting gun, with no one but the fixer knowing which would win. Well, whatever the circumstances, he had to survive first. Lucius knew this wizard would not kidnap him for no reason. Yes, he would make demands. As long as Lucius got a chance to speak, he was confident he could secure his safety with generous terms and promises. Wait, what was he writing now?
"Dobby, don't ask any questions. Take my glove and break our contract. Yes, from