"You really are not wronged." Malfoy silently looked at Black, thinking to himself.
Years of imprisonment had added many traces of time to Black's face, but his handsome appearance had not changed because of this. Instead, it added a bit of mature vicissitudes. That hint of decadence between his eyebrows and eyes had become an extremely lethal weapon against naive young girls.
"It really has been hard for you to play the BL protagonist for so many years." Malfoy thought to himself, while also silently sympathizing with himself.
"Younger man dominating, imprisonment play, forbidden uncle-nephew relationship, if there was a fujoshi next to me, would she be so excited that she would have a nosebleed?" Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shudder for a moment, as if he had returned to the days when he was naive and his values were shattered by some Mary Sue novels.
"Enough with the complaining, it's time to get down to business." He then adjusted his mindset and prepared to talk about business.
"Your trap is much stronger than Azkaban." Black suddenly opened his mouth and said lightly, without the slightest hint of anger after being captured. This was also the first sentence he said after transforming into human form.
"Thank you for the compliment." Malfoy smiled slightly.
"I have severed ties with that family, so you don't need to treat me as an elder." Black stared intently at Malfoy.
"But the things I need your help with next, you have to admit that you are a member of the Black family to do it." Malfoy gently shook his head.
"I have no obligation to help you." A cold voice came from the cage.
"Shouldn't a respectable elder lend a helping hand when a junior needs help?"
"Then this junior must at least be polite." Black's voice was even colder.
"Then I can only ask you to temporarily forgive me, this unreasonable junior. After all, I still have to confirm the truth. Before that, your identity in my eyes is still a fugitive."
"Truth?" A look of doubt suddenly appeared on Black's stubbled face. Only then did he remember that only his best friends knew that he was an Animagus.
"Did that rat tell you? Or is it, Lupin?" A flame suddenly rose in Black's eyes.
"You already have the answer in your heart, don't you?" Malfoy tapped the cage with his wand, and replied casually.
"Where is Peter?" Black's eyes were about to breathe fire. The calm he had managed to maintain just now was gone after thinking of this name. His hands immediately clenched tightly, and then his whole body tensed up. On that haggard and thin face, emotions of regret and hatred kept intertwined.
"Help me kill him, and I'll give you my life if you want it." Black lunged forward, gripping the iron bars tightly and shaking them constantly, his emotions extremely agitated.
"What would I do with your life? My respectable elder." Malfoy shook his head and said, looking at the agitated Black: "Even if the Dementors are gone now, I still wouldn't want to stay in Azkaban. That's not a place for normal people, wouldn't you agree?"
Black wanted to say something, but he didn't find the opportunity, and was interrupted by Malfoy's next words, "I want wealth, more wealth. The Black family should only have you left as an heir, right?" Malfoy gave Black a knowing look.
"Heh, so that's it." Black retreated back to the corner of the cage, muttering to himself, and couldn't help but sneer. This was very much in line with his deep-seated view of his relatives in this family.
Enthusiastic about wealth and power, if he remembered correctly, this boy's father was also one of Voldemort's followers back then.
"Actually, my family is not short of money either." Malfoy waved the wand in his hand a few times casually, "It's just that my father is very interested in some antiques with ancient history, and it would be even better if there was another house."
"For example, the residence that carries the glorious history and honor of the Black family, Number 12, Grimmauld Place." Malfoy bent down and stared at Black.
"Hahahaha." Black began to laugh wildly, revealing his neat teeth, "You, an outsider, know more than I do." Only deep disdain was hidden under that smile.
Family glory? Can it help him kill that traitor? Can it bring Lily and James back to life?
"Quill and parchment!" With a summoning charm, a blank parchment and quill flew straight over from Malfoy's wooden table and into his hand.
Then Malfoy tossed them both into the air, and the quill automatically began to write on the blank paper.
Black restrained his smile and silently stared at the parchment that was being inscribed with words.
"You don't mind writing a transfer contract, do you? Just sign your name on it." Malfoy asked politely, "In exchange, I will help you." He added, reaching out into the air, catching the parchment that was already full of writing, glanced at it casually, and handed it into the cage.
Black gave Malfoy a deep look and signed his name on it without hesitation.
He had no choice at this time.
Moreover, in his opinion, exchanging something he didn't care about for a small possibility was something that didn't require hesitation.
"Thank you for your generosity." Malfoy bowed and took the parchment.
"But have you thought about it carefully?" Malfoy suddenly said, his tone changed, with a hint of playfulness.
"I know, you certainly didn't have time to think about these things when you escaped from Azkaban." A smile hung on the corner of Malfoy's mouth.
"Your immediate family should all be gone, right? Of course, this question may be a little disrespectful." He said.
Before Black could nod in agreement, Malfoy spoke again, "If that's the case, then I immediately thought of a better solution." As if inspiration had struck, Malfoy snapped his fingers.
"If I kill you, then who should all the Black family's property go to, excluding immediate family? Especially in the case where you haven't made a will." His words were like the murmur of a demon, stating a shocking fact in an understated manner.
"I'm so stupid, I didn't use such a simple method, but I went to the trouble of saying so much to you." Malfoy shook his head in annoyance.
"So, my respectable elder, are you ready to face death now?"
Black looked at him expressionlessly, not showing a trace of fear for the possible imminent death.
"Okay, I just wanted to play a little joke." Malfoy shrugged, "But unfortunately, it didn't achieve the effect I wanted."
Black still didn't say a word. After he signed his name, he was almost as if he had been hit by a silencing charm, and he didn't make a sound. No matter what he heard, his mood didn't fluctuate in the slightest.
Even with the possible escape from death just now.
"However, I still have to say one last thing, the taste of power is much stronger than possessing wealth. When you have the former, the latter will follow you like a shadow, but if you only have the latter, it's just a castle in the air that will collapse at any time."
"So, I'm sorry, Mr. Black." Malfoy stretched out his wand, and a dazzling light shot out from the tip of the wand, hitting Black, who had no ability to resist, and knocking him unconscious to the ground.
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