It was the morning of the last Sunday in April.
The Hebridean Islands, the Isle of Colonsay.
Before the castle of Count Pesarre, Dentis.
Lucius Malfoy had accepted an invitation to visit.
He stood before the magnificent castle, examining the renovated walls—
This Count Dentis truly possessed great wealth; in a short time, he had rebuilt MacFusty Castle, which had once been glorious but had fallen into utter disrepair, into this!
The magical glow radiating from the castle's exterior walls made it clear that many fine enchantments had been added.
And the original bronze door knocker had been replaced with pure gold!
A servant pushed open the door and came out.
"Good morning, are you Mr. Lucius Malfoy?"
"I am."
"Sir, please wait a moment. The Count went out riding a dragon early this morning."
"Riding a dragon?"
Malfoy was stunned for a moment. He, too, ran a dragon reserve, but he had never dared to ride a dragon, let alone one of the extremely violent Hebridean Black Dragons bred here!
"Roar!"
A dragon's roar came from the sky, and Malfoy took to his heels, quickly moving away from the castle—he wanted to escape the Anti-Apparition Zone so he could flee at any moment.
However, the fire dragon in the sky seemed to lock onto him, diving straight toward him.
Mr. Standard Combat Unit was completely paralyzed, desperately trying to recall if he had offended Count Dentis anywhere.
Don't underestimate Lucius Malfoy just because he's a standard combat unit. This gentleman was also an outstanding Slytherin graduate, a counted elite Death Eater under Voldemort, much stronger than those ordinary, run-of-the-mill dark wizards.
He raised his wand, disguised as a walking stick, ready to cast an Eye-Blurring Curse—he knew full well that with his magic, he couldn't inflict effective damage on the Black Dragon, but if he could hit its eyes, he could buy himself a chance of survival.
Of course, he also knew the spells commonly used in dragon reserves to bind fire dragons, but that required several or even a dozen dragon reserve employees to cast together to trap the fire dragon.
The Black Dragon was getting closer and closer; Lucius could even feel the heat from the dragon's mouth.
However, the expected attack did not come. The Black Dragon flapped its wings and landed steadily on the open space in front of him. The powerful wind pressure forced him to retreat again and again.
A handsome young man in purple robes jumped down from the dragon's back, gently patting the Black Dragon's foreleg.
"Big Butt, go back!"
The Black Dragon seemed to understand him, nodding its head. Its graceful neck stretched forward, its limbs exerted force, and it flapped its wings, soaring into the air.
The young man smoothed his hair, which had been ruffled by the strong wind, and walked toward Malfoy.
"Hello, Mr. Malfoy. I believe this is our first meeting. I was unable to handle things in France previously, so I had to entrust Mr. Borgin with the transaction. I am terribly sorry for the discourtesy."
Lucius Malfoy hadn't recovered from the shock he had just experienced. After a few seconds, he hurriedly lowered his wand, revealing a slightly unnatural smile:
"Good morning, Lord Dentis. Please forgive my impropriety; it's just that your heroic figure riding the dragon frightened me."
Dentis waved his hand with a smile.
"You're too kind, Mr. Malfoy. As a well-known figure in the British wizarding world, I don't think you would be frightened by a mere Black Dragon."
He made a gesture of invitation.
"Come, let's go inside and talk."
Malfoy followed Dentis into the castle.
He had visited this castle in his early years, but now it was completely different from before.
Famous paintings and sculptures by masters were the least valuable things here.
Curtains woven from the fur of various magical creatures glowed with a soft luster.
The castle was resplendent with gold, and all the lamps seemed to be made of gold.
What shocked him the most was a broken sword fixed to the wall in the center of the reception hall with magic—if he wasn't mistaken, this sword was the famous Sword in the Stone!
"Lord Count, that sword… could it be…?"
"Oh, yes, it is the Sword in the Stone. A group of adventurers unearthed it in a secret cave, and it has been authenticated by master appraisers as genuine."
Malfoy's pupils constricted—genuine?
"That must have cost a lot of money, right?"
"It was alright, only three million Galleons."
Good heavens!
He had sold all the Black family's assets that could be sold to him, bundled together for only six million—although he had made two million from it—
And this one broken sword was almost equivalent to the value of the Black family's assets!
He had a direct understanding of Count Dentis's wealth.
—He didn't think the sword was a fake because how could it be a fake when surrounded by so many treasures?
"Lord Count's wealth is truly astonishing."
Dentis smiled, signaling Malfoy to sit down.
"It's just ancestral blessings, nothing to speak of. Please sit, Mr. Malfoy."
Lucius sat on the sofa—soft and comfortable, with a faint warmth. His palm brushed over the fabric of the sofa, a feel smoother than silk.
Malfoy slightly adjusted his posture, maintaining his demeanor, and began to find a topic to warm up the atmosphere:
"The Black Dragon riot here a few days ago drew the attention of the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore. The Ministry of Magic still hasn't come up with an investigation result. Lord Count, don't you feel it's dangerous to live here like this?"
Dentis shook his head:
"That time was actually because my subordinates had just taken over the dragon reserve and didn't have experience, so they startled the Black Dragons. For this, I gave the Ministry of Magic employees involved in that matter a total of five thousand Galleons in hard work fees.
As for now—I have already tamed those little darlings."
Lucius secretly slandered, calling the Hebridean Black Dragons little darlings?
But thinking of Dentis's shocking dragon-riding appearance just now, he had to admit that everything the young Count said was true.
So Malfoy put on an admiring expression:
"Lord Count is truly young and promising. Such outstanding figures like you are rarely seen here!"
Dentis smiled, not taking the bait, but going straight to the point, directly stating the reason for inviting Malfoy:
"To be honest, Mr. Malfoy, as an outsider, I would like to quickly integrate into the British wizarding world, so I need a respected and esteemed figure to be my guide.
And coincidentally, you, Mr. Malfoy, are such a figure, so I would like to trouble you to do me a small favor and introduce me to the British wizarding world."
Malfoy grinned:
"There's no need for me to introduce you. With Lord Count's status, if you want to get to know everyone, you only need to open your mouth and invite them."
"No, no, no, that's not the same. I'm not familiar with anyone here. If I invite families with bad relationships together, it will make everyone unhappy."
Malfoy nodded. This sentence made sense—if Count Dentis invited him and the Weasley family at the same time, he would be disgusted to death.
"Since that's the case, then leave this matter to me."
"You're really troubling me, Mr. Malfoy. You're such a good person."
"You're welcome, Lord Count—then when are you planning to meet everyone?"
"July 1st, what do you think? The magic school is on vacation, and the children can also come to my castle to play. At least I don't think any young wizard would resist riding a dragon."
"Oh, of course, of course,"
Malfoy's mind conjured up the happy smiling face of his son, and he couldn't help but show a smile,
"Being able to know such a great figure like you is their honor—I can't wait to let everyone know what an amazing person Lord Count is."
End of the Chapter.
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