The Magical Food God of Hogwarts

Chapter 38 You're courting death!

Lucas looked up and saw the crowd suddenly part and the noise disappear. A couple with their child strolled through the crowd and stood in front of Hagrid and Harry.

The father and son were practically identical, both tall and thin, with pale, pointed faces, straight platinum blonde hair, and cold, gray eyes. The woman standing beside them had long blonde hair, exquisite makeup, and proud blue eyes.

Judging from the reactions of the surrounding crowd, their elegant attire, and their self-satisfied demeanor, this family must be of considerable status. Could it be that the Malfoys are also one of the "Holy Twenty-Eight Clans"?

Lucius Malfoy patted Draco on the shoulder, and Draco said in the exact same drawn-out tone as his father, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Potter."

But just as he was about to reach out, Hagrid interrupted him: "Malfoy, Harry doesn't have time to go to your house, and he wouldn't want to! I'm taking him to do his school shopping and then taking him home. That's a task Professor Dumbledore gave me!"

Lucas blinked. It sounded like Hagrid was quite hostile towards the Malfoys.

"Oh, it's you, Hagrid." Lucius said casually, leaning his cane on the ground. "So you're still at Hogwarts? That's strange. I just can't understand why Hogwarts would keep you as a servant. Aren't there enough house-elves in the castle already?"

Draco let out an exaggerated laugh, while Hagrid's face turned red and his beard trembled: "Malfoy! I work for Professor Dumbledore, it's none of your business to tell me what to do!"

Lucius shook his head: "If I were you, I would learn to respect people. You always seem to forget that I am one of the Hogwarts Board of Trustees. If you still want a place to live, you wouldn't choose to yell at me."

"The board of trustees? I don't know what use that is!" Hagrid said firmly. "At Hogwarts, Professor Dumbledore's word is law."

Lucas's heart sank, and sure enough, he heard Lucius chuckle: "Very well, so this is Dumbledore's attitude, isn't it? I'll talk to the other board members and discuss this issue at the board meeting. In fact, we all believe that giving Dumbledore too much leeway and granting him too much power is not conducive to the school's development."

Hagrid then realized he had misspoke. He wanted to say something to make amends, but in the end he could only utter, "You can't do that. Professor Dumbledore is the greatest wizard in the world."

Lucius chuckled and turned to Harry. "Mr. Potter, I think you've figured it out. Hogwarts is clearly being disrespectful by sending someone who might not even qualify as a wizard to lead you into the magical world. How about I help you? Draco needs to buy some things too, so you can keep each other company."

"You may not know this, but although the Potter family is not among the twenty-eight clans like mine, it is still a prestigious pure-blood family. Through marriage with the Black family, we can even be considered relatives."

Draco Malfoy placed one hand on his chest and elegantly gestured for Harry Potter to proceed, but Harry Potter remained unmoved.

He gripped Hagrid's large hand tightly and exclaimed, "I can tell who my friends are! Hagrid is a wonderful wizard!"

Lucius's eyes turned cold instantly, Narcissa snorted angrily, Draco froze, and the onlookers fell silent.

Hagrid trembled, his black, beetle-like eyes brimming with tears: "Oh, Harry..."

“Mr. Potter, if you knew the truth, you wouldn’t say that.” Lucius stroked his cane. “Rupert Hagrid was not only expelled from Hogwarts early on for a serious crime, but more importantly, let alone whether he was pure-blooded or half-blooded, can he even be called human? I have my doubts about that, and I’m not sure if he carries any strange bloodline.”

Hagrid's face turned completely white in an instant, and all the wizards' eyes were on him. Harry glared at Lucius, and just as he was about to speak, another voice suddenly broke in.

"Mr. Malfoy, such insults are not befitting the status you pride yourself on, are they?"

All eyes turned to Lucas, who was standing behind the stall.

Lucius frowned, his gaze lingering on a wisp of red hair that peeked out from under Lucas's chef's hat.

"Another Weasley?"

Lucas shook his head. This was the second time he had heard this name. Why was he being mistaken for a member of this family?

"My name is Lucas McGregor."

“McGregor…” Lucius thought for a moment, glancing at him sideways, “I’ve never heard of that surname before.”

"I'm Muggle-born," Lucas said calmly, "but—"

"No buts," Lucius interrupted him angrily. "You're just a nobody, you have no right to interrupt me! Hogwarts should have a special etiquette class for you."

Draco glared arrogantly at Lucas and snapped, "You have no right to interrupt! You filthy bastard—"

But Narcissa put her arm around his shoulder: "Keep your composure, darling."

She glanced at Lucas with an air of superiority.

"Draco, even though things aren't ideal at Hogwarts, you still need to study hard there, understand?"

"Otherwise, you'll only be able to do shameful jobs in the future. For example, like him, you'll become a low-class peddler, hawking vulgar and unpalatable things."

Her words offended several stall owners, but they dared not speak out.

But as soon as Narcissa turned her head, she heard Lucas's deep voice.

"My food is not something crude or vulgar!"

What?

Narcissa turned around, and Lucas met her gaze without flinching.

"To speak ill of others without even having tasted them—is this the style of the Malfoy family?"

Narcissa's expression changed, and her voice shrill: "Ha! You mean I need to taste what you've made?"

"Of course. You can also choose to continue talking nonsense, just like Mr. Malfoy," Lucas said.

Harry looked at Lucas with admiration, while Hagrid rubbed his eyes, touched. "Lucas, thank you, but you don't have to..."

Lucius slammed his cane down hard, sending sparks flying, and said with a grim face, "Kid—"

"Lucius, let me do it." Narcissa stepped in front of him, glaring at Lucas. "Of course I can prove that what I said is completely true. And you, poor child, will regret insisting that I taste your... dish."

Draco chuckled, proudly declaring, "As members of high society, the Malfoy family savors only the finest delicacies. My mother, a renowned British food critic, wrote a food column for *Wizarding Weekly*!"

He stepped forward, looking at Lucas with a mocking expression: "And you, you're nothing but a country bumpkin who's never seen the world. You trash wouldn't even deserve a second glance from my mother. Now that you've chosen your own death, just wait to close down your stall and get out!"