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Chapter 238 Lucius Malfoy was not happy
Chapter 238 Lucius Malfoy was not happy
Good morning, Headmaster Dumbledore, and—
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The door to the principal's office was pushed open, and walking in was none other than Mr. Lucius Malfoy, who wore a faint smile. He raised an eyebrow when he saw Hagrid in the room, then selectively shut his mouth.
Following behind him was a middle-aged woman with a serious expression.
"Good morning, Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Burns." Dumbledore nodded slightly, looking quite composed.
Hagrid, standing next to him, clenched his fists and glared at Lucius with a fierce look, as if he wanted to beat Lucius up.
"Headmaster Dumbledore, Mr. Lucius Malfoy has submitted a report to the Department of Law and Enforcement regarding the unicorn attack." Ms. Burns nodded slightly, looking at Dumbledore with considerable respect: "According to Ministry of Magic regulations..."
"As you should know, this unicorn will be sentenced to death."
"No unicorns—" Hagrid was about to explain when Dumbledore tapped the table lightly and said, "I know that."
"However—things have changed a bit."
"Changes?" Lucius raised an eyebrow. "I don't think there will be any changes. Are you going to tell me the unicorns ran away on their own?"
"You can't fool the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic with such words, and you can't fool me either."
"Of course not, Mr. Malfoy." Dumbledore smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes; he merely curled the corners of his mouth slightly.
"What has changed is the issue of ownership of unicorns."
"According to our investigation—it doesn't simply live in the Forbidden Forest," Dumbledore said slowly, seeing Lucius's somewhat confused look. "In other words—it has an owner."
"What's the difference?" Lucius paused for a moment and looked at Ms. Burns.
"There is a difference—but—" Borns said, looking at Hagrid.
"Its owner is not Hagrid, please don't misunderstand." Dumbledore said slowly, then sat down. With a gentle wave of his wand, coffee that had been brewed at some point was brought to the group.
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Lucius gritted his teeth and slowly sat down, feeling somewhat bewildered by the sudden turn of events—after a few seconds of silence, he picked up his coffee and took a sip.
As Lucius took a sip of his coffee, Dumbledore suddenly said, "Its owner is Miss Hamilton."
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"puff!"
To everyone's surprise, Lucius choked violently, coughing as he said, "Miss Hamilton?"
"Is it that Loila Hamilton?"
"It's Professor Hamilton," Hagrid couldn't help but say. "And Professor Hamilton is the greatest magic array expert of our time."
"I don't need you to tell me, Hagrid," Lucius retorted instinctively, but before he could react, Dumbledore coughed.
"Let's get back to the main topic, shall we?" Dumbledore's words immediately calmed Lucius down. He took a deep breath and said, "So, where is Miss Hamilton?"
"Professor Hamilton still has work to do," Dumbledore said calmly, "but she provided us with a certificate."
As he spoke, he casually picked up a butterbeer cork necklace and placed it on the table.
"This is—" Borns paused for a moment before asking, "A magic array item?"
"Hmm." Dumbledore nodded. "If needed, we can talk to the unicorn through this necklace, and it will tell us that her master is Professor Hamilton."
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Lucius fell silent, staring at the necklace that had appeared out of nowhere, a question swirling in his mind.
Is this thing something Dumbledore left in his drawer when he was drunk one day?
And so what if she is the owner of the unicorn?
Although she was from the Hamilton family—but—Lucius frowned as he looked at Borns.
As the Head of the Department of Law Enforcement at the Ministry of Magic, Bornes was known for her fairness and strictness, which is why Lucius brought her along to Hogwarts.
She wouldn't show favoritism or cheat because of Dumbledore or the pure-blood family.
"Whether she's there or not shouldn't affect our trial, right?" Lucius asked. "According to the law, if a magical creature injures someone—"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Malfoy." Burns' voice startled Lucius. The stern-faced director slowly said, "According to regulations..."
"If the magical creature that caused the injury has an owner, then the owner must compensate you for a certain amount of money."
"The specific amount is up to you to negotiate." Burns' words made Lucius's lips twitch. He suppressed his anger and said, "What if I don't want the money?"
"No money?" Burns raised an eyebrow. "You mean you're forgiving Miss Hamilton without paying?"
"That's not what I meant!" Lucius said, gripping his cane. "What I meant was, could we try that unicorn for free?!"
"No." Borns shook his head and said, enunciating each word clearly, "According to the Ministry of Magic's regulations, if a magical creature belonging to its owner injures someone, the judgment must be based on the severity of the injury."
"Draco Malfoy's injuries weren't serious, they were barely noticeable," Burns said, clearing his throat. "I think he's recovered by now, right?"
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She showed no fear under Lucius's silent gaze, and continued, "So according to the regulations, this level of injury only requires compensation."
"The specific compensation amount ranges from one to two times the treatment cost."
"Damn it—" Lucius muttered, clenching his fists. He looked up and saw Dumbledore's calm expression and Hagrid's happy smile.
"so----"
Upon seeing Hagrid and Dumbledore emerge from the room, Loira immediately grabbed Hagrid's sleeve.
"So, how—how is it?" Even through the mask, Hagrid could sense the urgency on her face.
"There shouldn't be any problems," Dumbledore said before Hagrid could speak. "Although Mr. Malfoy was very unhappy, the outcome was as we expected."
What are you bragging about?! Loila's face puffed out slightly under her mask. This is clearly all thanks to me, Hagrid, and Mr. Parkinson.
You only showed your face at the very end—albeit in my place—
As soon as the door to the room opened again, Loila shuddered and hid behind Hagrid.
"snort."
The person who walked out of the headmaster's office was none other than Mr. Malfoy, who looked extremely unhappy. His expression was so unpleasant that he looked like a house-elf who had frozen to death in winter. The cane he was carrying tapped on the ground, making a somewhat irritating "thump-thump" sound.
"Headmaster Dumbledore." Seeing Dumbledore standing in the doorway, he forced an extremely awkward smile. "Thank you for your help."
"And I also have to explain this to someone else who works here." He said through gritted teeth, looking at Loila, who shrank back behind Hagrid in fright.
"Loila Hamilton—you shouldn't have gotten involved in this kind of thing," he said slowly. "The Malfoy family—"
"Ah—isn't this Mr. Lucius Malfoy?" At that moment, a gentle but slightly sarcastic voice came.
Loila paused for a moment after hearing the name, and subconsciously felt a sense of relief.
It's Peterson!
"Peterson Hamilton—" Lucius practically spat out his name through gritted teeth: "The Hamilton component here is frighteningly high."
"Isn't Malfoy one too?" Peterson pushed up his glasses. "If I remember correctly, your son also studies here, doesn't he?"
"Or is it that he decided to drop out because of his injury?" Peterson shrugged, watching Malfoy's grim expression. "In that case, as a professor of Muggle Studies, I might be able to recommend a few suitable Muggle schools for him."
"Don't go too far, Hamilton!"
"Mr. Malfoy, Professor Peterson," Dumbledore coughed, "this is the school."
"If you have anything to say, please go outside to discuss it."
"No need, Headmaster Dumbledore," Peterson chuckled. "I'm just here to chat with my cousin."
"I don't have much to say to Mr. Malfoy yet."
Well!
Suddenly I think Peterson is so handsome!
However—looking at Mr. Malfoy's somewhat unpleasant expression, Loira suddenly felt a sense of familiarity—
Oh, right!
Peterson acted this way when he was with Miss Shiloh—it seems there was a chain of restraint between them.
Mr. Malfoy couldn't out-argue Peterson, and Peterson couldn't out-argue Miss Hero —
They really are worthy of being members of our UMNO party!
Loila suddenly felt a strange sense of pride.
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