Dobby left tremblingly.

Dewet half closed his eyes, silent, and ignored the welcome of the Malfoy family.

It was Ms. Feel who spoke, obviously she didn't understand any cumbersome etiquette, so she could only say normally: "We received the invitation, so we came, it shouldn't be too late, right?"

She showed a kind heart, just like a familiar neighbor who saw a greeting, which was an equal greeting.

At this time, the Malfoy and his wife slowly walked down the steps. They were dignified and elegant, with noble spirits on their faces and an elusive expression of examining all things in the world. Then they stood in front of Ms. Feier. Mr. Malfoy's backbone was straight, his elbow was still moving, and he stretched out his right hand and hung there. An inexplicable smile passed through the corner of his mouth, saying, "Lucius Malfoy, this is my wife Narcisa."

If you want to shake hands at this distance, Ms. Feel had to either go forward a few steps or bend down—she was not as tall as Mr. Malfoy, and even Mrs. Malfoy was a forehead taller than her. But she didn't care, so she simply took a step forward and shook Mr. Malfoy's hand, but it might be because of nervousness—Ms. Feel had not taken off her gloves, so she regretted it after shaking her hands, feeling that she had lost her manners, and looked at Deweet uneasy, wanting Deweet to give her an idea, do you want to apologize?

However, DeWitt still had his eyes half closed, and he seemed very leisurely, but in fact he was already very annoyed.

Mr. Malfoy's face began to turn blue and gray after shaking his hands. He also felt that he was humiliated, but his good qualities still allowed him to hold back. The noble family tutor was reflected. Perhaps his anger was stronger than Deweet's at this moment, but it was not visible on the surface. Similarly, his wife, with an incomprehensible expression, dispelled the idea of ​​shaking hands with Ms. Feel.

"Please," Mr. Malfoy's expression changed again and again. He turned around to lead the way, came to the open-air balcony on the second floor, and shouted again: "Doby! Damn it! Come and pour tea!"

The house elf poured steaming tea for everyone who sat down, and then disappeared with the plate in his arms.

"Then let's talk straight to the point," Lucius Malfoy didn't want to waste his time anymore. Tonight he had an appointment with his wife to attend. In that banquet, he agreed to join a senior official from the Ministry of Magic, and he had prepared enough gifts. Naturally, after a considerable expense, the Malfoy family urgently needed a sum of income to return blood. He said: "We are very sincere, as my son conveyed, but we are not suckers, and we will not throw money into useless places..."

Ms. Fuel could not get DeWitt's response, she could only smile, folded her hands on her legs while sitting upright, and her eyes wandered.

Mr. Malfoy was still talking endlessly, stating the pros and cons, and eliminating meaningless scenes. The conditions he gave were very simple - he asked DeWitt to cooperate with the statement, claiming that the others involved were liars. Only on this basis can the Malfoy family cooperate and distribute 80% of the profit after the income results were counted. The reason was also very simple, the Malfoy family could not provide cash now.

The silence of DeWitt and Freia was regarded as a consenting thought. Mr. Malfoy felt that his eloquence had made great progress. After being satisfied, he stopped and gave time to think generously. At the same time, he did not forget to give his wife a space to play freely. It was estimated that the time was about the same. Narcissa Malfoy said: "How are you thinking about it?"

Ms. Fuel traveled outside the sky. She saw how outrageous this was. Of course, she knew that Dewet would not be unable to see it, so she simply stopped talking and waited for Dewet to make an idea.

"I think... it's not good." Dewet said slowly.

The Malfoys frowned at the same time. They did not take DeWit seriously, while Lucius Malfoy made a tactful criticism: "Madam, I don't know why you brought your children with you for the reasons, but the important things that the adults talk about are not something he can participate. I think you have to strengthen your education."

Narcisa Malfoy looked a little gentler. She smiled and said to Deweet kindly: "There are some snacks here, why not try them?"

"I'm afraid you've misunderstood," said Ms. Fier, absent-mindedly: "I listen to my children."

Lucius said with an ugly face: "This joke is not funny."

Ms. Fuel said: "That's the truth."

"So..." Lucius confirmed that he had been fooled, and he said viciously: "You have decided?"

Ms. Fuel did not hesitate: "If my child didn't change his words, that's it."

"I have decided to bear the price?" Lucius said arrogantly: "I don't think you can understand the price of being enemies with the Malfoy family - tonight I will attend the banquet of the Minister of Magic Fudge, and tomorrow night the pure blood family I have gotten to discuss business. And you... a witch who married Muggles, a little wizard with mixed race - we have given you the honor of being invited to the manor, but you do not accept our kindness. This is really confusing. Where did you get the confidence to refuse the goodwill of the Malfoy family?"

"Oh my God, I can't stand it anymore," Dewet complained to Ms. Feel, who changed to a more casual sitting position, leaned lazily on the back of the chair, raised his legs and said distressedly: "Where do you get the confidence? You threatened me, ignored our wishes, and kept saying politely, without any respect, we can't see your sincerity... Are we wrong? Do we have grudges? Why do you treat us like this?"

This is a perpetual and confusing question. Everyone knows that everyone is equal. Even this principle is considered by most people to be the main tone that the world should have. However, when some people get more things, they always think that they are different. They tell others that they have to make things last and regret it. However, they can't recognize the crux of the problem. So Deweet wanted to ask, and he wanted to understand it, but he already knew the answer - because Mr. Malfoy's expression told Deweet that he didn't care at all.

This pure-blooded nobleman wrote about his prejudiced thoughts on his forehead. His prejudiced thoughts had long been rooted in the deepest part of his mind, and they grew out of the sea and turned into a towering tree.

"What kind of etiquette should be used to treat people of their identities. Invite you to come and allow you to sit on the same table with us," Lucius interrupted Dewet arrogantly: "It is the greatest sincerity that we can tolerate."

An unexpected disappointing answer is also a joke.

"Hahaha..." So after a brief quiet, Dewet laughed, and he said, "Ha, this is really interesting. I thought about it and thought it was not good to take extreme measures when I came up. Do you know how long I hesitated at Hogwarts? For more than a week! I always think that violence is not good, violence is used to the outside world. The society is very beautiful and it is already great, and I am so extreme, so I brought this woman with me - ready to see it."

I really didn't expect that this kid would be fine without self-knowledge, but he was also crazy! Lucius was ready to drive people away. He said in disgust: "I thought you just didn't understand the rules, but I didn't expect you to be a crazy person - even your mother doesn't respect you, I guess you're crazy."

"I've seen it," Dewet said with a deaf ear to Mr. Malfoy's words, "so you all blame it."

After saying this, DeWitt made up his mind and quickly kicked the table with his fierce force - overturning the table - which was still a pun.
Chapter completed!