hogwarts blast

The disappearance of thirteen students did not cause any ripples in Hogwarts.

No one noticed them at all.

In fact, even if someone notices it, they won't mind their own business.

After all, this group of people are so strong-willed that they dare to go against the Akatsuki organization founded by the little devil. Even if they are found dead in the black lake one day, it will be a completely normal thing.

However, even though there were thirteen victims in front of them, it could not stop the students' enthusiasm to join the pickets.

These students are all poor rejected people. They failed the political examination. A simple translation means that their families are working for the reactionary Voldemort.

This includes Draco Malfoy.

As a Slytherin who came from a pure Death Eater family, Draco could never meet the conditions for political review.

But Draco was actually very envious of those members who could join.

Well……

Draco, who showed signs of being turned over by Harry, was mainly envious of those people who could receive training and instruction from the Akatsuki organization together with his classmate Harry Potter, the famous savior.

Training is not the most important thing.

After all, Malfoy is considered an established pure-blood family, and Draco does not lack the knowledge and training in this area like other Muggle or mixed-blood students.

Harry Potter is Draco's target.

But Draco could only think about it, because it was impossible for him to join.

If the little devil was here, and the leader of the Akatsuki organization nodded in agreement, the people in charge might be able to make an exception and recruit Draco.

However, Kyle is not in Hogwarts. It's not that the members of the Akatsuki organization can't contact him, they are just too embarrassed to disturb him.

No one knows what Kyle is busy with now. What if it is something very important?

So Draco could only look at Harry, the classmate whom he longed for, and sighed. He could only live with melancholy every day, and his platinum-blonde hair had lost its former luster.

However, misfortunes never come singly.

This morning, a large number of owls poured into the castle auditorium, bringing today's newspapers and magazines, letters from home, and goods they ordered through letters to the students.

A whistling owl threw a letter into the porridge bowl in front of Draco. The splash of pumpkin porridge directly hit Pansy Parkinson, who was opposite Draco.

Pansy angrily took out her wand and cleaned herself up.

Ignoring Pansy who was yelling curses next to him, Draco curiously reached out and picked up the letter with the Malfoy family crest on the envelope.

With a squeaking sound, Draco tore open the seal of the envelope, and a folded piece of parchment paper slipped out from the envelope.

After just one glance, Draco's expression froze.

His eyes widened in disbelief, and there was deep fear in his eyes.

The parchment slipped from his hands, and Crabbe next to him kindly bent down to help Draco pick it up, but Draco suddenly yelled at him.

"Don't touch it! I'll do it myself!"

The sound was so loud that even Goyle and Pansy next to them were startled.

The classmates around him all cast the same glances in his direction.

Draco quickly bent down, almost at the speed of grabbing, picked up the parchment on the ground, and put it into his pocket.

He looked so sneaky, as if he was afraid that he had some terrible secret that Crabbe would discover.

Next to the Gryffindor table, Hermione had a clear view of Draco's movements, and she silently remembered Draco's unusual behavior in her heart.

After putting away the parchment, Draco turned around and left in a hurry, completely ignoring the full bowl of pumpkin porridge in front of him without even taking a sip of it.

"Draco, where are you going?"

Pansy Parkinson followed him, shouting at him.

Draco ignored her meaning at all and left the auditorium, turned around and walked into the small door next to the grand staircase that led to the Slytherin common room.

It wasn't until he returned to his dormitory and locked the door that Draco stretched out his trembling hands and took the parchment out of his pocket again.

His suspicious eyes fell on the content written on the parchment again.

After reading the letter back and forth three times, Draco put down the parchment with trembling hands.

Throwing the parchment full of writing on the bed, Draco covered his face and cried silently.

Tears seeped out from between the fingers covering his face and went down his arms, gathering into large drops at his elbows and falling onto the floor in the room.

There was a dull sound on the carpet.

After suppressing it for a long time, I heard a very low sob coming from behind Draco's palm.

After the night curfew, in the dead of night, Draco's figure appeared on the eighth floor of the castle.

After walking back and forth three times in front of the huge tapestry depicting silly Barnabas trying to teach the troll how to dance ballet, a very smooth door appeared on the wall.

Draco reached out and grasped the brass handle and pulled the door open.

His figure disappeared behind the door.

By the time he came out of the Room of Requirement again, it was already half an hour later.

Except for Voldemort and Draco's father Lucius, no one knows what Draco did in the Room of Requirement.

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The next morning, Draco joined the pink robe picket formed by the pink old witch.

Of course, this new batch of picket team members are quite low-key. They no longer hold a pink shawl to show off their power, but quietly tuck their tails between their legs.

They have not forgotten that thirteen students disappeared from Hogwarts Castle yesterday.

Although they disappeared very strangely and suddenly, other students could still roughly guess why they disappeared and who took them away.

At this moment, they are probably all still hanging in Slytherin's secret room under the castle, and I don't know if they have starved to death.

With magic power protecting their bodies, they should be able to survive for another three or four days.

Moreover, there is underground water under the castle, which is very humid. They can still replenish a little bit of moisture to their bodies by licking the walls at night.

Therefore, they should be able to sustain it for a longer period of time.

It is estimated that if they hang there for another week, they will not die there.

If they are lucky enough, maybe some small animals such as geckos and centipedes will crawl by their mouths sometimes, which can also replenish their energy.

Although their mouths are closed with a throat lock, there is still no big problem in eating.

The prerequisite is that they can have the appetite and appetite of Mr. Bei.