Volume 9: The reins handed over Chapter 534 Good things come in pairs

A few days after John and Draco finished their conversation, the joint forces of the British and French Ministries of Magic achieved new results in their strategy of attacking Northern Europe.

Some of the pure-blood descendants who were imprisoned after the Triwizard Tournament were rescued before they could be transferred.

It is said that because the Wizard Front retreated too hastily, the pure-blooded descendants were left to be transferred last, and as a result, the "brave" British and French magic coalition forces seized the opportunity and successfully rescued them.

This gave a considerable number of pure-bloods who had thought their families were destroyed the opportunity to reunite.

According to the past practice of the British Ministry of Magic, even the rescued captives need to be screened with Legilimency or Veritaserum, or detained for a period of time to prevent espionage and control by the Imperius Curse.

But for these pure-blooded noble young masters and young ladies who had suffered from "fright" and "torture", no one would be so tactless as to bring up this matter. After rescuing the people, they let their families who had been impatiently waiting take them back home.

Among them, of course, is Draco.

On the night they returned home, Narcissa prepared a sumptuous dinner, and the Malfoy family was finally able to get together and have a good meal.

Draco wolfed down the food, completely losing his previous demeanor of a pure-blood aristocrat.

Lucius and Narcissa looked at him with pity, thinking that he had suffered a lot in the Wizarding World and couldn't even get enough food to eat.

But in fact, he just returned to the familiar environment and his appetite was whetted.

"Fortunately, nothing went wrong with Selwyn and his men in this operation. Even if we didn't gain anything more, rescuing you was a great achievement."

Lucius's face rarely showed such a loving expression when he looked at Draco.

But when he heard his words, Draco, who was eating and drinking, suddenly froze.

He raised his head nervously, looked around his very familiar home, and then met Lucius's gaze, which already sensed something was wrong.

"actually……"

"etc!"

Lucius looked at Draco who seemed to be hesitant to speak, and his expression became completely gloomy, but it was obvious that such gloom was not directed at Draco.

Narcissa didn't notice anything unusual yet. She looked at her husband with dissatisfaction. Just when she was about to ask him to be nicer to their son, she saw Lucius had taken out his wand and cast a soundproofing spell on the surroundings.

"Go on."

There was silence all around, except for the sound of Draco swallowing.

His eyes were full of nervousness and anxiety, and he stammered.

"Yes, it was Jon Green... He deliberately let us all back... He just wanted me to tell you something..."

"He wants me to know something!"

Lucius's face was extremely gloomy, but he did not stop Draco from speaking.

Others might look down on the boy, but Lucius himself knew better than anyone how the Lestrange family was wiped out and how his master was forced into that state.

"He... he said, 'Dear Mr. Malfoy, perhaps now is the time for something that would give us an opportunity to cooperate on an equal footing.'"

"Bang!"

Lucius slammed his hand on the table angrily, his face flushed red.

"Didn't he look down on me before? Now that he's been pushed to the point of death, he's starting to beg me!"

The only sound that echoed in the air was Lucius's heavy breathing. Neither Narcissa, who had already understood what was happening, nor Draco himself said anything. They just waited for Lucius's expression to change from gloomy to bright.

After a long while, he asked again.

"What else did he say?"

Draco whispered an address.

"No. 15, Zijin Street, Lahti. He said if you still have any thoughts about taking sides, remember this place."

Lucius didn't say anything, he just clenched his fists, with no expression on his face.

…

"Why are you so sure that he won't take his son directly to Voldemort?"

In the headmaster's office of Durmstrang, the flickering candlelight reflected two figures, one old and one young.

Jon said softly as he looked at his arm which was an abnormally light blue color.

"Because he is a speculator, a speculator who is not so confident in his master, and a speculator who loves his family. So no matter whether he agrees or not, he will not expose this matter. If he still has a little doubt about the current situation, he may find us at that address."

Grindelwald was also observing John's arm. Just ten seconds ago, that hand was surrounded by a ball of blue fire magic, but at this time there was no flame, only a faint blue halo.

"But what you asked him to do was not to hedge his bets. As long as he dared to do it, Voldemort would not forgive him no matter what."

"Will he know the importance of that thing?"

Jon said expressionlessly.

"Voldemort has been hiding this from everyone. Only the most important people on our side know about the existence of this thing. Lucius has no idea what we asked him to find. And in his opinion, Voldemort doesn't care about anything other than himself, so he just stole something and destroyed it."

Grindelwald looked at him deeply, but a smile appeared on his face.

"You and Albus are really different, but it is precisely because of this difference that you are actually more suitable to be a leader than him."

"Don't keep calling me a bad guy, Mr. Principal. I won't show him any mercy. If he wants to atone for his sins, he must pay the price. If he wants to continue to be a bad guy, the same goes for him."

"Do you think he'll agree?"

"It's almost certain. To be a bit narcissistic, he is actually a little afraid of me, just like his son."

Grindelwald's eyes suddenly lit up with excitement.

He watched with his own eyes as the last bit of blue light on Jon's arm completely disappeared, leaving only a white and slender arm!

“How does it feel!”

Jon raised the hand with the ring. The five gems on the ring had lost their former azure blue color and had become dull instead.

After closing his eyes and quietly feeling the magic in his body, a smile appeared on Jon's face.

"Very high magic quality, Mr. Principal!"

Just as joy appeared on both of their faces, the fire in the fireplace suddenly jumped up.

A designed Floo network connecting Room 15, Zijin Street, Lahti, Finland, has been activated!

Jon and Grindelwald looked at each other, both of them with meaningful eyes.

"What is this called?"