Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

Chapter 298 It feels good

"Of course I don't want to! Who knows what they will reveal? It will ruin my reputation!"

He grasped Lucius's slender fingertips like a lifeline: "You will help me, right?"

"Look at what you're saying." Lucius expressed it ambiguously. "Since both of them are fugitives from Azkaban, it's only right to send Dementors to capture them..."

"How can that be? If innocent people are hurt..." Fudge was undecided.

Lucius concealed his impatience. He had never felt that Fudge was so hypocritical. "Just take the Dementors to the Crouch ancestral home, under the pretext of a search..."

Fudge tried his best to hide the joy in his eyes and asked hurriedly, "Will the Order of the Phoenix make trouble for this?"

"Originally, the information registered by Barty Jr. and Peter Pettigrew in the Ministry of Magic...are also dead..." Lucius almost made it clear.

Fudge could no longer suppress the curled corners of his mouth. He patted Lucius' shoulder to show his closeness: "What would I do without you?"

"It's my honor to share your worries."

Lucius pulled his hand away and picked up the wine glass next to Fudge's desk with familiarity.

"Let me..." Fudge took the glass.

He seemed to touch Lucius' fingertips accidentally.

"Malfoy Manor must produce excellent products..." He praised generously as he felt the wonderful, complex and balanced aroma of the wine passing through his mouth.

"I'm glad you like it... It's suitable for a professional connoisseur like you." Lucius complimented at the right time.

"When will you invite me to your house again? You haven't congratulated your father yet..." Fudge said meaningfully.

"It's my pleasure..." Lucius concealed the murderous intent in his eyes.

It seems that the Ministry of Magic has also planted spies in Malfoy Manor.

Those in power do not trust anyone.

Fudge was both swelled and frightened.

His vanity was greatly satisfied, but he wanted more.

He even developed some inexplicable feelings towards Lucius...

Due to personal feelings and interests, the head of the Malfoy family had to deal with him and pretend to be nice to him.

Fudge didn't want to dominate the world alone, and be controlled by the Malfoy family, who came later than him, just as Dumbledore controlled him.

The disobedient superior...

The next one will be more fragrant.

Lucius finally left the Minister of Magic's office.

The secretary at the door looked at Fudge and Lucius with an ambiguous gaze.

"Thank you for your hard work..." She winked at Lucius.

Only the employees who work with him day and night understand that Fudge is far from being as easy to get along with as he appears.

He is ambitious, stubborn and cannot tolerate any opposing opinions.

He wants to make decisions, but lacks strategic vision and foresight.

Originally, many things were planned by Dumbledore, but now this role has been taken over by the head of the Malfoy family.

Lucius didn't want to get angry, so he just took off the gloves he was carrying with him when leaving the Ministry of Magic building, dusted off the non-existent dust on his body, and threw it into the trash can at the door.

As soon as he reached home, he lifted Narcissa into his arms.

Smelling the cool floral scent in his wife's hair, his mood seemed to calm down.

"Luke..."

"Xixi, let me hold you for a while..."

Narcissa softened in obedience.

"Can I pet the fox?" Lucius suggested.

"…It's daytime now…" Narcissa declined.

"Lock the door tight, I'll be careful..."

Before she could finish her words, a nine-tailed fox emerged from Narcissa's clothes.

She rested her paws on Lucius' thighs and closed her eyes resignedly, exposing her belly.

"It feels good, Sissy..."