He led the pure-blood families in using Rayleigh and his mother as an excuse to attack the Ministry of Magic, and is now taking back the benefits lost in the last war.
There has already been no small amount of progress.
“Much better, Uncle Malfoy.” Rayleigh leans against the pillow and looks at the green grass under the sunlight.
Eleven years.
He has finally left that dark cell.
The bright sunshine and the smell of freshly cut grass make Rayleigh feel completely relaxed.
“The lengthy preliminary process has already been completed.
Tomorrow, you need to attend a meeting.”
“A meeting?” Rayleigh looks at Malfoy in confusion.
He has already entrusted most matters to the other party.
“Yes, about your mother.” Malfoy looks at the sleeping Jessica.
Malfoy admires this woman.
She is an extremely excellent mother.
Not only did she protect Rayleigh so he survived in Azkaban, she also completed his basic education, including language and writing, and even wandless casting and the Patronus Charm.
But as the manager of a pure-blood family, if he may speak bluntly, she is extremely mediocre and completely lacks any political awareness.
If not for Rayleigh stopping her, Jessica would already have signed a letter of understanding under the Ministry of Magic’s deception.
Once Rayleigh and his mother give up pursuing compensation, the pure-blood families led by Malfoy can only lower their banners and cease their drums, unable to demand power and benefits back from the Ministry of Magic.
“The Ministry of Magic is willing to pay compensation, but they want to retry whether your mother is innocent.”
“Retry?” Rayleigh sneers.
“When did they ever try us?
What right do they have now to retry?”
Malfoy reminds him, “You do not need to get agitated.
In reality, this is a contest between our pure-blood families and them.
When the time comes, say little and observe more.
Do not worry.”
“Uncle Malfoy, pure-blood families like us?”
“Yes.
I have brought you some books.
Read more and understand our own history and glory.” Malfoy places a stack of books on the right side of the hospital bed.
They include, but are not limited to, [The Sacred Twenty-Eight: Entanglements of Power], [A History of Magical World Great Houses], [A Detailed Explanation of the Sacred Twenty-Eight], [Noble Families in Magical History]…
all books related to pure-blood families.
“The Sacred Twenty-Eight is already incomplete.
Someone must shoulder responsibility at this critical moment.” Malfoy leans on his silver-headed cane, places his right hand on his chest, and looks quite leaderlike.
“If the remaining pure-blood families do not understand unity, they will only be defeated one by one in the end.”
“The direct bloodlines of the Black Family, the Crouch Family, and the Gaunt Family are basically cut off.
“If not for Paul’s letter, I think the Ministry of Magic would have given the last heir of the Travers Family to the Dementors as rations.” Malfoy says with solemn assurance, his words mixed with intimidation.
He keeps instilling pure-blood ideology into Rayleigh, wanting to bind the Travers Family firmly to his own chariot.
“Now, some people in the wizarding world are already advocating giving rights to goblins.
Have they forgotten that the status of wizards today was seized from the hands of goblins?”
“If we had not deprived these defeated ones of the right to use wands, we could have our heads taken off by goblins at any time in our sleep.”
“The defeated lose everything.
This is an eternal principle.
Any mercy shown to them is a crime against the descendants of wizards.” Malfoy delivers a passionate speech at Rayleigh.
He believes Rayleigh’s mind is a blank sheet of paper, ready for his pure-blood ideology to paint on.
Rayleigh pretends to nod.
As long as it can win him benefits, there is nothing bad about being pure-blood.
“Uncle Malfoy, why can’t our pure-blood families establish an organization to speak for ourselves?”
Malfoy laughs, very pleased that Rayleigh quickly grasps his thinking.
Rayleigh even draws inferences from one instance and offers his own opinions and ideas.
Looking at the thin, weak boy, he cannot help but compare Rayleigh with Draco.
If he did not compare, it would be fine, but with even a slight comparison, he feels his own son is completely useless.
Enjoying the most generous conditions, yet unable to cast even basic spells well.
The fire in Lucius’s heart surges up at once, and he wishes he could Apparate back and give Draco a severe beating.
“Rayleigh, you may not know.
The matter of You-Know-Who has only just passed, and the entire magical world is extremely wary of pure-blood families.
If we establish an organization, the whole magical world will target us.” To tell the truth, Malfoy is moved by Rayleigh’s proposal.
“Uncle Malfoy, then what about the Order of the Phoenix?” Rayleigh pats the books on the left side of the pillow.
Those were sent by Dumbledore, all introducing the magical world and the Muggle World.
“This…” Malfoy is stunned for a moment.
As for Dumbledore’s Order of the Phoenix, he not only knows about it, he has opposed it.
But facing the most powerful white wizard of the twentieth century, even if he has opinions in his heart, he does not dare let out a single fart.
“Ah, what a pity that You-Know-Who failed.” Malfoy lets out a long sigh, feeling extremely unwilling in his heart, ‘If not for Harry Potter, if only…’
Unfortunately, history has no ifs.
“You-Know-Who is too dangerous.
Uncle Malfoy, I think no one wants blood and death.
What we want is simply to protect ourselves.
Why can we not, like Muggles, learn from their parliamentary system?”
“Learn from Mudbloods?” Malfoy shrieks.
He knew the old bee sending so many books had ill intentions.
Rayleigh frowns and does not argue with Malfoy over the term.
It is already 1991, not the dark Middle Ages.
He believes that any wizard facing humanity’s guns and cannons, giant ships and aircraft, and atomic energy weapons will communicate in a very friendly and kind manner.
Even Dumbledore and Grindelwald, even if Merlin were revived.
The wars among Muggles over thousands of years have caused countless deaths and injuries, and their bones could fill the entire magical world.” Rayleigh smiles and picks up [A Study of Muggle Politics], sent by Dumbledore.
“I think those countries that have grown stronger and stronger in war, whether they are wizards or not, have something worth learning.”
“At an altitude of 186 miles above our heads, human satellites operate there.
They named that space outer space.
Their astronauts landed on the moon, not relying on any magical power, but on something they call technology.”
Listening to Rayleigh’s words, Malfoy falls silent.
Those people he belittles as Mudbloods are on the high moon.
And he is trampled under the moon’s feet.
Carrying thoughts and questions, Malfoy leaves the hospital room.
Jessica, who has long since awakened, sits up straight and sighs at her son’s growth speed far beyond her imagination.
“Rayleigh, are you really going to align with Malfoy?”
“Mom, is the Dark Mark on your left arm still there?”
Jessica touches the arm covered by the hospital gown and nods.
“Mom, we have no other choice.
Those people say we care too much about bloodline.
What about them?”
“They set their own stance early and pushed pure-blood families to the opposite side.
Let alone the fact that our family has a Death Eater history.” Rayleigh sits on Jessica’s hospital bed and nestles close to his mother.
“Rayleigh, it is only me and your father.”
“There is no difference.
When the young wizards at Hogwarts know my identity, they will only call me a damned little Death Eater brat.”
Hearing Rayleigh’s words, Jessica tightly grips her son’s hand.
She truly had not thought about so much.
She thought that as long as they left Azkaban, everything would get better.
Today, for some unknown reason, Professor Dumbledore, whom they had not seen for a long time, also comes, accompanied by Professor McGonagall, who wears square glasses.
“Madam Jessica, little Rayleigh, how are your bodies?” Dumbledore strokes his long silver-white beard and smiles at Jessica and her son.
He notices the books Malfoy sent, and his brow slightly furrows.
“Much better, thanks to everyone’s care.” Jessica smiles.
She still has quite a good impression of this Headmaster.
“Excellent.” Dumbledore smiles and takes two letters from his robes.
“I think it is time for little Rayleigh to decide.”
“What are these?” Jessica and little Rayleigh look at them in confusion.
“Admission invitations from Ilvermorny in America and Beauxbatons Academy of Magic in France.
They are both excellent magical schools.” Dumbledore explains.
“Although the Hogwarts acceptance letter was sent long ago, considering the circumstances at the time, I think little Rayleigh has the right to choose a different school.”