harry potter book of crimes

At Hogwarts, little snakes and little lions have always been mortal enemies.

Maybe it's because of personality reasons that they don't like each other, or maybe it's due to some historical issues between the two founders, Salazar Slytherin and Godric Gryffindor. In short, these two

As long as the students in the college are on the same occasion, they will either quarrel or simply turn away and leave.

It is very rare to sit at the same table and have breakfast like today.

However, judging from the performances of Slughorn and Draco, this time they seemed to have discussed something before the meal. At this time, everyone saw that Slughorn took the initiative to hand over the conversation to Draco.

Lacko, most of them looked towards the latter with doubtful expressions.

It was very difficult to be surrounded by a group of people who were not very friendly before. Draco obviously showed a look of discomfort. But bad experiences always make people change, and he

Ci did not raise his chin like usual to show his "noble temperament", but lowered his head slightly, and his eyes were drooped and wandering on the table.

"I..." He opened his mouth, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he twisted his arms as if something was wrong, "No, Mr. Slughorn... I think I still..."

"I don't think we can hesitate any longer," Slughorn rarely showed his determination. You know, a smooth old man like him usually doesn't urge others forcefully, "Think about your parents.

,child."

Draco muttered a few words softly, but most people didn't hear what he said clearly. It seemed that he was trying to convince himself with some reason. After waiting for a while, he gritted his teeth and raised his head.

head.

"McLean, I...please...yes, please save my father," Draco simply closed his eyes and squeezed out a sentence from his throat, "He was just forced,

I can't just watch him being imprisoned in Azkaban."

Just such a sentence seemed to have exhausted all his strength. After he said what he needed to say, his shoulders that were tense due to exertion suddenly collapsed, and he lowered his face again and became silent.

Draco's words were like a silencing spell, causing silence at the dinner table. Everyone was thinking about this sentence, some were surprised, some were skeptical, and Slughorn looked at everyone and waited slowly.

.

The next moment, except for Draco, everyone's eyes were focused on Maka. Everyone looked at his face, as if trying to find some clues from his expression.

It's a pity that when Maka is thinking about things, she never shows it on her face. Especially after experiencing the lack of emotion, this habit of controlling her expression becomes even more obvious.

Of course, Maka was also a little surprised, but not as surprised as anyone else. Draco's request was unexpected, but it was also reasonable.

Since Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy, had been on the front line before Voldemort's death, the exposure of his Death Eater identity was a foregone conclusion. When Voldemort first lost power, Lucius

He was able to rely on the strength of his family to get rid of the charges only because he had not revealed his identity at that time, but this time it was obvious that he was doomed.

Maka didn't know much about the Ministry of Magic's current review process, but now that Draco had been forced to come and request her, Rufus Scrimgeour, the new Minister of Magic, must have wanted to cut the knot quickly.

After all, the "former Director of the Auror Office" is a resolute and resolute person, and he has never been merciless towards dark wizards. Even if Maka is willing to give Lucius a hand, he will definitely encounter a lot of resistance.

You know, for a Minister of Magic, every additional Voldemort remnant who is arrested is equivalent to a considerable political achievement! This matter is not so easy to handle, both publicly and privately.

But for Maka, the first thing he has to consider is profit - should he help Lucius and get a big favor from him, the Hogwarts school director, for himself and the school? Or should he just give up?

No matter, if there is one less plant hanging around on the wall, he will be out of sight and out of mind.

"I probably know something about your father Lucius Malfoy," Maka looked at Draco with a calm face. No one knew what he was thinking during the moment of deliberation, "I can

Try..."

"Really?" Draco suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashing with excitement.

No matter how hard one does not distinguish between good and evil, children are still children after all. For a teenager who is not yet an adult, changes in his parents and family always affect his life and everything.

Maka's semi-affirmative answer was equivalent to the only rope that could bear the weight. How could Draco, who was stuck in the deep well, not reach for it?

"The Ministry of Magic today is no longer the period when Fudge is in charge. You'd better not have too much hope," Maka thought for a while and said, "Even if I fight for your father with all my strength, you have to be prepared to accept a man who is your father."

The psychological preparation of a father facing a wanted warrant."

"What...what do you mean?" Draco asked subconsciously.

Maka shook her head slightly.

"I think you understand what I'm talking about." He did not give a clear explanation for this sentence.

In fact, even if Maka didn't say it, Draco would be able to understand what he meant. In other words, maybe Maka would have to steal his father out of Azkaban - of course, the premise is that he must first

Go in and squat for a few days.

When it comes to whether Lucius has done anything outrageous or not, Maka can't think of a few. In other words, that guy has been caught in the middle from the beginning, and he just wanted to do bad things.

That opportunity.

It was not until recently that he was forced by the situation and had to confront the Order of the Phoenix head-on, causing a few minor troubles. The punishment of throwing Lucius into Azkaban may indeed be a bit unreasonable.

.

But for such a stupid thing, besides Lucius's family, who else would think that the trial was unreasonable? If Draco hadn't mentioned it here today, Maka wouldn't even have noticed.

"I know." Draco nodded sadly, and then stopped talking.

"Can't you even say 'thank you'?" Ron muttered in a low voice, but the dinner table was silent, and everyone could hear his complaint clearly.

Draco's neck turned red, and he wanted to say something sarcastic to Ron out of habit, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he tried to hold it back. He had said the request that was so difficult to say just now, and now if his lips trembled,

Maybe all the previous efforts will be wiped out.

I saw that after opening and closing his mouth a few times, he pursed his lips again and gave up trying to use his words.

But...should I say "thank you" at this time? Draco glanced at Maka and made several gestures in his mind for this word that was extremely unfamiliar to him, the eldest Malfoy, but found that no matter how much he thought about it,

I can't say it out loud.

"If you can't say it, don't say it," Maka waved her hand and said, "You just need to remember that I will agree to it just because you are also a Hogwarts student. In school, Slytherin and Gryffindor

You don’t have to worry about it as much as you like... After you graduate and leave school, what you should remember is just 'Hogwarts', not the specific house, do you understand?"

After Draco heard this, he took a deep breath and nodded silently. Ron wanted to laugh when he saw his cowardice, but when Maka glared at him, he had to put away his schadenfreude.

expression.

"Maka, you are looking more and more like a real professor." Hermione said with a smile.

"Miss Granger is right," Slughorn saw that the matter was settled. He couldn't help but nodded and said, "McLean is also right... We are all students of Hogwarts. If we don't

If we unite, then who else should unite? From my perspective, Slytherin and Gryffindor actually have no irreconcilable conflicts..."

He said, paused for a moment, and suddenly a bright light flashed in his eyes.

"...Speaking of this, I suddenly remembered what happened when I was the headmaster of Slytherin," Slughorn said excitedly, "I think you all know that there are many outstanding students among the students I have taught.

The wizards... In fact, most of them have joined a small organization I founded, including Slytherin and Gryffindor! I think you can also join together to unite Hogwarts.

How about taking the lead?"

"Are you talking about your 'Slug Club'?" Maka said casually, "Okay, I can put up a name, but don't pester Harry and the others. What they should do now is to be nice

Learning, isn’t it?”

"Oh, you're right..." Slughorn was happy at first, but then he looked at Harry and Hermione reluctantly, as if he felt sorry for this, "Well... I won't wait until I graduate."

It’s not too late, yes, yes…it shouldn’t be too late…”

The breakfast ended with the regretful look in the bald old man's eyes, and everyone left where they should go. Maca also returned to his office, planning to tidy up the things he had done at St. Mungo's before.

Lesson preparation materials prepared in the ward.

But before he could turn over a few pieces of information, he heard several knocks suddenly coming from behind the curtains behind him, making the window glass rattle.

He knew that this was probably the owl Mafa coming over, maybe bringing him some letters or packages.

But he waved his hand casually, and the heavy curtains were pushed aside with a swipe. The windows creaked open, and the morning sun suddenly poured into his messy and crowded office.

Immediately, an envelope suddenly slid onto his desk.