Chapter 377 375. Lucius' invitation
Of course, Jon has no resistance to meeting Malfoy and his son.
Even if Lucius is really a person who loves his family, Jon doesn't have the slightest affection for such a person.
When can maintaining family ties be used as a basis for whitewashing? Isn't this the human nature that should be normal as a human being?
Besides that, what did the Lucius family do?
The self-proclaimed family has a noble lineage, and even in the era when there was no Voldemort and the rise had not yet risen, they had unabashed contempt and disgust for wizards of mumps.
After the rise of Voldemort, he actually didn't have the slightest so-called loyalty to his so-called master. He just wanted to be a pure parasite, using the name of bloodline rule to **** blood for his family and gain benefits.
At the same time, when he was the owner of the Auror office, he commanded his subordinates not to be merciless in hunting down the Order of the Phoenix and the Hogwarts carriage, and even many wizards of the Order of the Phoenix who were captured alive were tortured to death by him, so Kingsley and Moody completely hated him.
Now Lucius wants to find him to seek cooperation, of course it is possible, but if you want to use the name of cooperation in exchange for not being liquidated in the future, this is definitely impossible.
Regarding this point, not only Jon does not have the right to make his own decisions and promises, but even Dumbledore himself does not have the right.
The blood that has been shed, it is impossible for those who have died to come back, and those who should pay the price must pay the price, no one can be an exception.
Of course, when we meet the Malfoy family now, we can’t talk so deadly. At least they still have a chance to redeem their sins. Maybe Lucius’ fate will not change in the future, but Draco is still young, and he hasn’t had time yet. Having done so many bad things, if Lucius wants to turn to the light, then this part of the credit can be inherited by his most precious son.
After asking Dobby to reply to his master that he would answer the appointment on time, Jon was no longer in the mood to blow the evening breeze outside. He turned around and returned to the carriage, and walked straight into Dumbledore's office.
"Malfoy and his son are sure to meet me."
Jon said straight to the point.
Dumbledore raised his head from the pile of parchment on the desk, and took off his glasses tiredly.
"He made that house-elf come to you again?"
"Yes, the meeting time is on the last day of this month, and the meeting place is at the Pig's Head Bar."
"The Pig's Head Bar?"
Obviously Dumbledore was also full of surprises about this place, but then he smiled again.
"That's right, if you want to find a suitable place for a private meeting in Hogsmeade, the Pig's Head is indeed the best place. There are only two bars in the whole wizarding town, and the three broom bars are like It’s Diagon Alley, full of people and lively, but it can only carry out some aboveboard transactions, while the Pig’s Head Bar is like Knockturn Alley, gloomy and messy, suitable for some shady transactions.”
Jon always feels that Dumbledore's metaphors are not pure, and it always gives people a sense that he is making fun of his stupid brother.
"Professor, are you going to meet them?"
Dumbledore shook his head.
"Then how should I talk to him?"
Jon needs to let Dumbledore set the tone for himself. Regarding the Malfoy family, he certainly cannot make decisions alone, nor can he make any promises in private.
Dumbledore thought for a moment, then spoke.
"If he expresses to you that he wants to keep in touch with us in private and provide us with information about Riddle's side in exchange for the future safety of his family, you can tell the truth."
"Don't we need to fight for him?"
"There is no need for this, Lucius thinks he is smart, but in fact, many people can see his little cleverness, and it is because of this that Riddle gave him the title of director of the Auror office that is not worthy of the name. He can't get in touch with Riddle's true core, and we can all know the information he can convey to us through your teacher, so he is actually far less important than he imagined, and it doesn't matter whether he wins over him or not."
Jon nodded, while Dumbledore continued.
"If he is looking for you only for his son, that is, Draco Malfoy, then this is completely up to you to decide. If he wants to ask you to help ensure the safety of his son, he must pay enough money." The conditions to impress people, whether this condition can be accepted, you can judge by yourself.”
Jon has no doubts about this.
He was also very curious, if Lucius really just wanted to help himself and ensure Draco's safety in the next game, then what kind of conditions could he offer himself.
Time passed quickly, and the last day of November came in a blink of an eye.
Early in the morning, Jon didn't stay in the car, and came directly to the Pig's Head Bar in Aberforth.
Aberforth served Jon a sausage omelette and milk with a bad face, and asked dissatisfied.
"Why do you want to make an appointment with me? You are going to arrest the Malfoy father and son?"
"It's not me who decides the place, but Lucius Malfoy himself."
Jon was quite satisfied with Aberforth's fried eggs, at least it was much better than eating George's fried eggs in the carriage.
Hearing Jon's words, Aberforth smiled ironically on his dirty, goateed face.
"Then the director of the Auror Command is really stupid."
"This can actually prove that you are hiding well enough, can't it? No one would have thought that this place, which is regarded as Hogsmeade's underground black market, is actually related to Professor Dumbledore."
Aberforth snorted coldly.
"Because this store actually didn't intend to have anything to do with him from the beginning, it was the old guy who was always shameless and unilaterally expropriated!"
Jon shrugged, and didn't express anything about the strange feelings between Dumbledore's brothers.
I don't know whether it was Lucius who made the arrangement on his own initiative or a coincidence, but there were very few guests at the Pig's Head Bar today. Jon was sitting in a corner wearing a robe that made his face invisible, reading a book about spells boredly. All day long, no one disturbed me.
Just when it was getting dark, two people, one big and one young, wearing black robes with their faces hidden in hoods, pushed open the door of the Pig's Head Bar.
(end of this chapter)