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The information Draco brought immediately attracted Professor McGonagall's attention.

Not caring that it was already late at night, Professor McGonagall hurriedly woke up the other two deans in Hogwarts and took them to the principal's office.

Less than two minutes after the principal's portrait on the wall left, Dumbledore and his phoenix Fawkes appeared in the principal's office.

"Minerva," Dumbledore nodded to Professor McGonagall with a serious face, "Where is the letter you just mentioned?"

Professor McGonagall handed the crumpled parchment that Draco handed over to Dumbledore.

After carefully examining the contents of the letter, Dumbledore's frown gradually relaxed, and a happy smile appeared on his old face.

Dumbledore never thought that he would learn about Voldemort's action plan so easily.

He had never thought that Voldemort could hand over such an important plan to Draco for execution so confidently and boldly.

Now that I think about it, Voldemort is really pitiful. He has a lot of young people under his control.

First it was Regulus Black who stole the Slytherin Locket, then Severus Snape who wanted to save Lily, and then Draco who was worried about Harry's life.

Malfoy...

When he thought of this, the curve of the corners of Dumbledore's mouth gradually increased.

However, considering that Draco's parents were still in danger, Dumbledore immediately suppressed the smile on his lips and hid his happiness silently in his heart.

In front of Draco, it was best for him not to show his happiness too obviously.

He patted Draco on the shoulder, "Don't worry, kid, I promise, I will do my best to ensure that your parents' lives are safe."

Dumbledore did not dare to speak absolutely.

Many years ago, he failed to save the life of his sister Ariana, and later he failed to save the lives of the Potters.

Now he really doesn't dare to plant flags randomly anymore. What if the Malfoys are sent away later?

"Draco, in addition to what is written in the letter," Dumbledore's blue eyes lit up strangely, "Do you know anything else about the mysterious man?"

Hearing Dumbledore's question, Draco, who had been looking into Dumbledore's eyes, thought for a while, and then slowly shook his head.

"I don't know, Professor."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Draco always felt that after he said these words, Dumbledore's blue eyes seemed to darken slightly?

From Draco's answer, Dumbledore could tell that Draco was not telling lies.

"Okay, I get it."

A thoughtful look appeared on Dumbledore's face, and he began to pace slowly in the room.

After a moment, he finally stopped, and his gaze that had been wandering around the room returned to Draco again.

"Draco, during this period, you will follow the mysterious man's instructions and do your best to repair the disappearing cabinet in the Room of Requirement."

"But Professor, this..." Draco got stuck mid-sentence.

He suddenly realized that Dumbledore wanted to use his trick to put Voldemort into Hogwarts, and then launch a righteous siege against Voldemort.

"Don't have any worries, the professors will cooperate with you."

After a pause, Dumbledore continued, "As for the crown that the mysterious man wants you to search for, you can tell him that the crown is with me."

Draco's eyes widened in surprise, "Is the crown here with you?"

Harry looked around at everyone in the office and found that he seemed to be the only one who didn't know what a crown was.

But he didn't dare to ask.

Dumbledore smiled and said, "Yes, you just need to tell the mysterious person the truth about the situation. Just say that you saw it on my hand."

With that said, Dumbledore opened the drawer of his desk and took out a rusty crown.

Dumbledore had a deep meaning in doing this.

If Harry's vision was correct, then Voldemort should have known by now that most of his Horcruxes were either lost or destroyed.

The locket was swindled by Regulus, the Gaunt family ring and the Hufflepuff gold cup were lost, and the diary was destroyed...

Voldemort should be in a state of extreme panic now.

Because of the seven Horcruxes he created, none of them are by his side and under strict protection.

The only Horcrux under his control, the snake transformed from the blood-cursed orc, Nagini, died in the Department of Mysteries some time ago.

Moreover, the number of Horcruxes that Voldemort can create should have reached the limit, which also means that it is impossible for him to create new Horcruxes.

In such a situation, Voldemort could only place his hope in the Crowned Horcrux in the Room of Requirement at Hogwarts Castle, which has not yet been found.

Dumbledore asked Draco to go back and deliver the bad news to Voldemort, just to make Voldemort fall into a complete panic.

All plans made by people in panic will become unreliable.

If Voldemort became like that, then he would no longer be a terrible threat.

Dumbledore smiled and said, "Well, it's already very late now. I think it's time for you two to return to your respective dormitories."

After both Harry and Draco left, only the principal and deputy principal of Hogwarts were left in the huge principal's office.

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Oh, by the way, there is also a Scottish long-tailed red turkey standing on a perch and preening its feathers quietly.

Dumbledore stood in front of the window. The bright moonlight outside the window poured on him through the glass of the window, making his gorgeous robes turn white with frost.

His shadow stretched long on the ground.

Professor McGonagall stood quietly not far behind him, the look on his face revealing his thoughts.

"Is what Mr. Draco just said about the mysterious man's plan true, Dumbledore?"

Upon hearing Professor McGonagall's question, Dumbledore did not look back, but slowly shook his head, "I'm not sure if this is a trick of the mysterious man, Minerva."

Professor McGonagall thought for a while, and she had to admit that what Dumbledore said did make sense.

"Even if we want to use every trick to get the mysterious man in, we still have to take all-out measures to deal with various emergencies."

"Such a possibility," Professor McGonagall said in a somewhat cautious tone, "is indeed something we need to guard against."

The older cat girl glanced at the moonlight outside the window and said, "It's getting late, so I'll take my leave first."