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Smart-Choices (I) [Chapter 268]
🕑 Added 2023-12-04 17:32:06 +0000 UTC“Lucius? What a surprise” Harry greeted the man with a smile as soon as he turned the corner. It was clear that the man did not have any intention to ambush him or anything like that and to be honest, Harry would have been disappointed if the man tried anything like that.
Lucius might be good with a Wand, but he was no fighter…
“Can we talk?” The man asked, looking nervous.
“Sure, lead the way” Harry gestured for the man to continue and without wasting any time, Lucius led him to the nearby antechamber. After getting seated, Harry started to speak again. “So, what did you want to talk about?” Harry asked curiously as he leaned back in his chair.
Lucius didn’t know how to start the conversation, so he simply pulled out the letter from his robes and held it out for Harry. Instead of grabbing the letter with his hands, Harry used his Magic to levitate the letter toward him and instead of touching the letter, he opened it to read its contents.
When he was finally done, he closed the letter and turned toward Lucius. The man was shifting uncomfortably in his chair, looking really nervous. “So, what is your plan?” Harry asked, surprising Lucius.
“…Uhh. I don’t have any?” The man admitted unsurely before the man decided to ask the most important question. “Aren’t you surprised that I was in contact with the Dark Lord?” The man asked with a frown.
“If you think I didn’t know about your love letters then you are a fool” Harry answered with a sneer, making the man flinch. “I simply wanted you to keep passing the information so level the playing field. Not that it helped him by much, but still” Harry finished with a snicker.
“You see, Lucius. I try to learn about my enemies as much as I can… After all, it takes time for a person to truly change and there was no way that a person like you would have become docile and submissive, unless, you were simply bidding your time” Harry explained and the man grimaced at his words.
“I see… So, I was simply dancing to your tune” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. Lucius was looking completely defeated.
“No. I wouldn’t say that… You can say that I knew you much better than you knew yourself” Harry pointed out with a smile.
Lucius chuckled mirthlessly at that… “That’s even worse” The man said and continued to laugh with no trace of humor in his voice. “So, what now?” The man asked when he finally started to calm down.
“Why don’t you send your Lord a letter saying that you have done your part?” Harry suggested and the man nodded his head in understanding.
“What about my son? Are you going to punish him?” Lucius asked warily. Harry could say a lot of things about the man, but he genuinely loved his son. That was something Harry could respect, but he was still going to kill him. Helping Narcissa was going to be a lot more profitable than helping Lucius.
“Of course not, but the story would have been different if you had tried to go along with Voldemort’s plan” Harry answered coldly and Lucius nodded his head with a grim look on his face.
“…I thank you for your leniency” Lucius said with a bow of his head before standing up and after that, without wasting any more time, he left the room. After all, he had a letter to write in the confines of his room. He could have tried to join the others for breakfast as he wasn’t forbidden from that, but Lucius knew that it might be better if he kept his distance from his son.
|I am surprised that he didn’t beg for his own life| Lily said scathingly after Lucius was gone, leaving Harry alone in the room.
|He is a prideful man. He knew that begging wouldn’t save him, so he decided to go out with dignity, at least, that is what I believe| Harry answered in a thoughtful tone. He wasn’t certain as Lucius was a cunning and slippery man, but at the same time, he was an extremely prideful man.
|So, when are you going to kill him?| Lily asked curiously.
|After I kill the rest of his Death Eater buddies| Harry answered as he stood up from his disappeared with a soft crack, instead of walking back to his room to take a shower…
~~Timekip~~ (10.45 am)
~~Kings Cross Station, London~~
Harry arrived near the Kings Cross Station fifteen minutes before 11 o’clock as he wanted to scout the station before walking in to meet Rachel Node. He didn’t believe that they were planning to ambush him in such a busy place, but he knew that people in power could do stupid things when they were desperate enough.
Harry looked around and noticed a tall building… Moments later, he appeared on the roof of that building and started to look around. The Royal Mages were working with Muggles, so he wasn’t going to put it past them to take him out with a sniper or a Muggle missile for that matter.
While Harry didn’t know much about Muggle missiles, he knew enough to understand that they were a threat to him even though his physical body was a lot stronger than normal Wixen…
After looking around for a bit, Harry was certain that there were no snipers around the Kings Cross Station who were planning to take him out, but that didn’t mean that they couldn’t use a Muggle missile to take him out. Yes, some Muggles were going to die, but they could always blame the attack on a terrorist or something like that.
However, there wasn’t much Harry could do about a Muggle missile without revealing Magic to the world, so after casting a Disillusionment Charm upon himself, Harry started to fly toward the Station and when he was floating right above the station, he cast an Alert Ward, covering the whole station.
Now, he would know if a missile was about the hit the Kings Cross Station a second before the actual impact. A second may not sound much, but it was enough for someone like him to get away without any problems… With all of that taken care of, he started to head inside the station…
Comments
Yes, the cultivation will help, but that is one of the reasons why I want him travelling to other worlds. He would get to learn a lot, especially with his Essence of Archmage
Kurozake
He should really develop some passive defense against non magical weapons, not just for himself but also for his followers.
