Chapter 73 Malfoy and Weasley

Rolf was going to see the murder scene.

It wasn't that he was brave, but after that shout, most of the passengers squeezed over to watch the excitement. He followed the crowd and followed behind, just to make up the numbers.

The only problem was that everyone moved too fast, the aisle was blocked, and Rolf's small body couldn't squeeze in at all.

The boy wanted to call the airbird out of the box, but considering that he didn't buy the pet check-in service and couldn't let the train staff find the animal, he had to take out the flying broom.

"Take me, take me." Ginny shouted anxiously.

"No, you stay in the carriage and wait for your parents to come back!"

Rolf was about to fly up, and the little girl had already trotted over, jumped up suddenly, and sat on the broom, but there was no invisible cushion under her buttocks, and it was stuck in a strange node, which made her very uncomfortable.

"Hurry up, hurry up, you won't be able to see it if you are late!" The little girl moved her buttocks and urged excitedly.

"..."

The broom slowly rose, and Rolf and Ginny both stuck to the broom, trying to get as close to the ceiling as possible to avoid stepping on other people's heads when flying in the narrow passage.

The broom suddenly accelerated, and Ginny felt a strong wind whistling past her ears.

"Wow, your flying broom is really fast. It's faster than our meteor."

The meteor broom is the same type as the broom provided by the school. Once it is started, it can defeat 1% of the opponents in the country.

The broom is very fast. After passing through several carriages, Rolf has already seen the crime scene. He slowly slowed down, hovered in the air, and looked forward:

Two middle-aged wizards are confronting each other, and the color of their hair is a classic combination... red and light gold!

"It's my father and mother." Ginny pointed to a red-haired man with half a bald head and a chubby witch.

"I don't recognize the guy with light blond hair."

"It's Lucius Malfoy." Rolf said. Lucius looked very similar to his son Draco, and he knew at first glance that he was his biological father.

Rolf saw a strange man standing next to Arthur Weasley, with a tired and gray face and patches on his robe.

He asked curiously, "Who is that man?"

"Remus Lupin!" The little girl explained, "Lupin went to Romania with us, and there was another guy called Mundungus Fletcher, but my mother doesn't like him and asked me to stay away from him."

Ginny looked around and said, "Why can't I see Mundungus?"

"I think... he might be lying on the ground." Rolf said slowly.

Ginny looked at the ground, let out a slight cry, and then covered her mouth.

I saw an old man lying on the ground, his face covered with blood, his body twitching, and blood and water constantly spitting out of his mouth, as if he was about to die.

It seems that Mundungus is the victim of the Orient Express today.

The aisles on both sides were crowded with people, talking and watching the excitement, waiting for the two waves of wizards to fight.

"Why do I see you everywhere, Arthur?" Malfoy glanced at the increasing number of wizards watching and whispered, "Are you following me?"

"This train is not run by your family. What does it have to do with you if I am willing to take it?" Mr. Weasley said coldly.

"No, you misunderstood me, Arthur!" Malfoy pursed his lips and sneered:

"I'm just worried that you have spent all your savings to take this express train... and you have to raise so many children."

"Did you find some old heirlooms in your pigsty home and sell them?"

Mr. Weasley blushed and glared at Malfoy.

Malfoy glanced at Mrs. Weasley and said in an exaggerated tone:

"Oh, I forgot, there are also the cheapest standing tickets... Merlin, Arthur, you won't let your family buy standing tickets, right?"

Malfoy said with pity in his voice: "I am a good friend of Tully, the owner of this express train. Do you want him to change you to a luxurious viewing room? It's next to me?"

"Thank you for caring about me so much." Mr. Weasley clenched his fists and said calmly: "But you should pay more attention to yourself. You are going to Azkaban today for attacking wizards!"

"I didn't touch him at all, and he fell to the ground!" Malfoy's eyes shifted, looking coldly at Mundungus lying on the ground, and said with disdain:

"If I am imprisoned in Azkaban for hitting you, I am willing to try."

"Then come on, do it!" Mr. Weasley provoked.

Of course Malfoy didn't do it. He was alone. In addition to Mundungus who fell to the ground, there were three wizards opposite.

In Malfoy's eyes, Arthur's wife can be ruled out, and Chubby has no fighting power... But Lupin, he has no confidence in fighting one against two.

"I am a decent wizard, of course I won't hit you." Malfoy shook the cane in his hand and sneered:

"If you are angry, you can hit me. With my relationship with the Minister, you may lose your job in the Ministry of Magic..."

Weasley and Malfoy were both threatening, but they were both worried and waiting for the other to make the first move. The onlookers were also watching the excitement and shouted:

"Are you going to fight or not?"

"Hurry up!"

"You two are such softies! Even softer than me in bed!!"

But with such a commotion, Weasley and Malfoy would not fight even more. If they really wanted to fight, they would have to find an empty carriage and hurt each other slowly, and they didn't want to be watched by so many wizards.

The crowd suddenly parted, and a middle-aged wizard walked over. He had a beard on his face, opened his eyes wide and said: "Everyone is gone, the train is about to leave!"

The middle-aged wizard is the express boss. He glanced at the wizard lying on the ground, walked to Malfoy, and whispered:

"Lucius, get rid of it quickly. If this commotion continues and the Ministry of Magic is alerted, it will not be good for anyone."

"Tully, I didn't attack that guy at all!" Malfoy was a little distracted and said sullenly with narrowed eyes: "I just pushed him lightly and he fell to the ground on purpose."

"Just pay some money." The boss, Ta Li, said calmly: "Even if it has nothing to do with you, it will take a while for the Ministry of Magic to interrogate you, and you will definitely miss this train.

If you are not short of time, you can spend time with him. "

Of course Malfoy didn't have time. He was taking Narcissa and Draco to Switzerland for skiing this holiday, and he didn't want to waste the trip.

Tully looked at the wizard who was lying on the ground and vomiting blood, kicked his feet, and said impatiently: "Mundungus, don't pretend to be dead. How about I give you some money?"

Mundungus stretched out two fingers tremblingly, and Malfoy said angrily: "Two thousand galleons? You are dreaming, at most four hundred, is it too much?"

Malfoy left a few hundred galleons behind and hurried away with Tully. Before leaving, he glared at Arthur... This is not the end of the matter!

"So damn rich."

When Malfoy was gone, Mundungus, who was about to die, suddenly straightened up like a corpse and sat on the ground.

"I originally wanted to defraud a few dozen Galleons. I asked for two hundred Galleons and deliberately raised the price. I didn't expect Malfoy to take it as two thousand."

Mundungus shook the bag of galleons, stood up, and said excitedly: "They all say Malfoy is rich, but I didn't expect this dog to be so rich!"

"Mundungus, are you okay?!" Mrs. Weasley looked at him in shock.

"Of course it's okay, Malfoy just pushed me... Oh, this is the chicken blood I prepared in advance."

Mundungus said with a smile: "I have practiced at home many times, and I have always wanted to find a rich wizard to give it a try.

My acting skills aren't bad, right? "

Mrs. Weasley was like an enraged lioness. She stared at Mundungus and said angrily:

"Arthur almost had a fight with Malfoy just now because of you."

Mundungus was stunned for a moment, and found that Molly's eyes were starting to get angry. He smiled awkwardly and said:

"I'm very grateful to Arthur, so these four hundred galleons are one-third of yours... no, half."

"Who wants your dirty money!" Mrs. Weasley roared.

"Okay, Molly, let's leave it at that." Mr. Weasley stopped him.

He had long seen that Mundungus was pretending, otherwise how could he have let Malfoy leave.

Seeing that no one was dead, the onlookers turned and left.

In the distance, Ginny, who was still riding a broomstick, patted Rove on the shoulder and whispered:

"Come on, my mother is furious right now. If she catches me, I will be dead."

"Oh, is that so? Thanks for reminding me."

Rolf glanced at the little girl, grinned kindly, and flew straight towards Mrs. Weasley on his broom.

Ginny:"……"

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(Thanks to "Today It's Us", "I Have the Qualifications of the Great Emperor and My Son", "Emperor Martial Scripture Wolf", "Book Friends" and "Book Friends" for their rewards.)