Chapter 360: Godson (Thanks to Super Silver League Ksg, Huanyu)

Allen escaped and left the room, constantly trying various twisting and stretching exercises along the way to relieve his pain. When he was about to arrive in the hall, he forcibly controlled himself to restore himself to the usual understatement. He looked calm, as if nothing had happened.
"Mr. Malfoy, welcome." Allen stepped forward and greeted politely.
Lucius Malfoy also maintained a graceful demeanor and nodded to Allen, completely unable to see the panic before.
Allen smiled slightly and took Lucius into his father's study in the tent.
When Lucius entered the room, Owen didn't get up to greet him like he did before.
He sat calmly on a red-brown leather chair with wide armrests, Hermione's Crookshanks clingingly nestled in his arms. His hands gently stroked Crookshanks' smooth fur, Crookshanks groaned comfortably.
"Sorry, Lucius, look, this cat made me unable to get up." Owen said sorry, but didn't even lift his head to look at him.
"It's okay, Mr. Harris." Lucius bent down slightly, bowed to Owen who was sitting, and stood up.
"Mr. Harris, have Allen told you what I'm here for?" Lucius Malfoy glanced at Allen.
But Allen just smiled and didn't speak.
"Then Lucius, what's your intention?" Irving still lowered his head and stroked Crookshanks.
"I was involved in what happened last night, but after Allen talked with me, I have been acting as he told him." Lucius stared at Mr. Harris with a serious expression, but his eyes seemed a little dodgy and flustered.
But Owen lowered his head, completely unable to see his expression.
There was silence in the room, and Lucius moved his steps uneasily.
Owen finally raised his head, put his hand under his nose, and put it down again, motioning Lucius to sit on the chair in front of him.
Lucius walked quickly in front of him, but did not sit down.
"Mr. Harris, due to my ignorance and stupidity, the mysterious man lost one of his Horcruxes last year. This made me sleepless and worried about the safety of my family."
Lucius put his hands on the table and looked eagerly at Mr. Harris. His tone was quick, "You know, by his means, once I know my fault, I'm afraid the Malfoy family will be destroyed. disaster."
"I'm fine, but Narcissa and Draco, they are innocent. They shouldn't be miserable because of me..." Lucius Malfoy didn't care about what he usually tried to maintain. As the dignity of the sacred twenty-eight pure-blood family, he changed his former elegance, his voice choked, and his body trembled uncontrollably.
Seeing that Irving had no reaction, Lucius Malfoy lowered his head: "Excuse me, I'm gaffe"
Irving gestured to Malfoy with his hand, and Allen poured a glass of Ogden Aged Fire Whiskey on the side and handed it to him.
Lucius moved his eyebrows slightly, took the wine with both hands, drank half of it and put down the glass.
"Mr. Harris, please help me and save the Malfoy family because my wife Narcissa's mother is your wife's cousin." The wine seemed to give him courage, and he prayed again and again, making gestures with his hands. : "What do you want from me? You can do this for me though you tell me."
Mr. Owen Harris took the wine handed to him by his younger son before asking Malfoy, "How can I help you?"
Lucius put his hands on the long table and leaned forward: "Harris, please use your power in the Ministry of Magic to protect the Malfoy family when I need it. Even if it's just Narcissa and Draco. Please use the Harris family’s contacts in Germany to hide and protect them when we need it. I can do anything for you, anything! The property of the Malfoy family, you can enjoy it at will."
Owen looked at Lucius, who was emotional, and praised him for his family-oriented attitude. He stretched out his hand again to signal him to calm down and sit down to speak.
Lucius took a long breath and sat back in the chair.
"Let me think about it, Lucius. You used to be a manager of Hogwarts, and you should have a deep relationship with other managers."
Of course Irving knew how long the Malfoy family had been in the position of school trustee, and knew how he lost it.
"Of course, Mr. Harris, although I am no longer the manager of Hogwarts, I still have connections with other managers." Lucius glanced suspiciously at the Harris father and son, guessing in his heart His intention.
"I don't need your Malfoy's wealth." Irving finally put down Crookshanks and got up from his chair.
Lucius' gaze could not help closely following Mr. Harris' every move.
"What I need is your connections in the wizarding world of England and those pure-blood families." Owen walked right across from Malfoy and looked into his eyes.
"I need you to act as an intermediary to officially introduce our Harris to other British pure-blood families and help us as outsiders gain their support." Irving's tone cannot be rejected, and there is no room for negotiation.
Lucius couldn't help but hesitate. What he wanted to pay at first was only some money, property, and the like.
And to help Harris obtain the support of other pure-blood families, the cost of this is far beyond ordinary money and property.
"Have a problem?" Owen squinted, laughed, turned and returned to his seat, Crookshanks whispered softly and jumped on his knee.
Lucius immediately stopped hesitating and shook his head again and again.
"Very well, then, in order to show your sincerity, first get some shares of Hogwarts from them for my son Allen. It doesn't need to be too much. Just let Allen become one of the directors of Hogwarts. "Mr. Owen lightly stated his conditions~EbookFREE.me~Lucius Malfoy was silent and did not immediately agree. Those who can become one of the directors of Hogwarts are all pure-blood families. That said, the financial and power of each family should not be underestimated.
As school directors, every pure-blood family hopes that their children will be treated better at Hogwarts.
They are not short of money, so if Malfoy wants to trade shares in Hogwarts, he needs to pay more, not just money.
"Obviously, Lucius, you still don’t trust me. Perhaps the bond between us can be deeper. I heard Allen mentioned that Draco Malfoy is a very smart child, plus my wife With his grandmother, I think if I accept him as a godson..."
"Then sir, you will do what you want, and Malfoy will be happy to help you." Malfoy's steadfast Owen nodded in response, then bowed and turned away.
Owen glanced at his younger son, Allen knew immediately, took two quick steps, and accompanied Lucius out of the tent.
A low rumbling sound caught their eyes, and Penello Krivart was wearing an Auror uniform, riding the vespa motorcycle that Allen gave her heroically, and fell from the sky.
She touched the ground with one foot, took off the helmet with both hands, and flicked her short black hair neatly. Seeing Alan, she smiled instantly.
The sun shines behind her, and the smile is dazzling.
Lucius glanced at Penello, and Malfoy, who was good at observing words, nodded proactively to Allen as saying goodbye, and returned to Malfoy's own tent.
"Penello, you are here—" Allen asked in surprise.
"I'm here to report to Albert." Penello said straightforwardly.