HP Approaches the Magical World

Jon leaned weakly on the roof, with Hogg's back on the raised ridge carefully prepared by Hogg, watching Hogg and Peeves saddle Helga... as if this matter could be of any benefit to them .

Of course, even if it doesn't do any good, they will definitely do it.

That's Helga.

But now Jon doesn't even want to talk, he just wants to lean here quietly, waiting for Dumbledore to come back.

Apparently he waited.

Dumbledore had passed the jagged castle wall and was getting off his broom when he saw Dumbledore.

Seconds later, Harry landed beside him, looking around.

The walls were deserted, and the doors leading to the spiral staircase inside the castle were closed.

There was no sign of struggle, no struggle, no dead body in sight.

"What does it mean?"

Harry asked Dumbledore, looking up at the green skull in the air, its snake-like tongue gleaming sinisterly above their heads: "Is this mark real? Has anyone really been - taught?"

In the dim green light of the Dark Mark, Harry saw Dumbledore clutching his chest with a scorched hand.

"Go wake Severus up,"

Dumbledore said weakly but clearly: "Tell him what happened, and tell him to come to me right away.

Other than that, do nothing, don't talk to anyone, and don't take off your invisibility cloak.

I am here waiting. "

"But--"

"You swore to obey me.

Harry - go! "

Harry hurried to the door of the spiral staircase, but he had just grasped the iron knocker when he heard running footsteps on the other side of the door.

He turned to look at Dumbledore, who motioned him to step back.

Harry stepped back, drawing his own wand.

The door was knocked open suddenly, and a person broke in, shouting at the same time: "Disarm you!"

Harry's body stiffened suddenly, and he felt himself staggering back against the wall of the tower, standing there like a statue, unable to move or speak.

He didn't understand what was going on, wasn't "Ammunition" a freezing spell?

At this time, with the green light of the Dark Mark, he saw Dumbledore's wand draw an arc in the air and fly out of the wall, and he understood...

Dumbledore immobilized Harry with the Silent Charm, and the second it took him to cast the spell deprived him of any chance of protecting himself.

Dumbledore stood there with his back against the wall, pale, but still showing no sign of panic or worry.

He just looked at the man who had disarmed him and said, "Good evening, Draco."

Malfoy pressed a few steps forward, looking around quickly to see if there was anyone else besides him and Dumbledore.

His eyes fell on the second broom.

"Who else is here?"

"I was just about to ask you this question, are you acting alone?"

In the green light of the Dark Mark, Harry saw Malfoy's pale eyes fixed on Dumbledore again.

"No," he said, "I have my back. Death Eaters broke into your school tonight."

"very good,"

Dumbledore said it was as if Malfoy had shown him an ambitious assignment.

"That's true, you managed to get them in, didn't you?"

"That's right," Malfoy's breathing was a little short: "It's right under your nose, and you haven't noticed it all this time!"

"How ingenious, but... may I ask... where are they at this moment?

You seem to be... all alone. "

"They came across some of your guards, fighting down there.

It won't take long... I'll come up first myself.

I—I have a job to do. "

"Well, then you go to work, my dear boy."

silence.

Harry was imprisoned under his invisibility cloak, unable to move his body.

He kept his eyes on the two people in front of him, and his ears listened intently to the sounds of the Death Eaters fighting in the distance.

In front of him, Draco Malfoy just stared blankly at Albus Dumbledore, who actually smiled incredulously.

"Draco, Draco, you are not a murderer."

"how do you know?"

He also seemed to realize how naive that statement sounded.

Under the green light of the Dark Mark, Harry saw his face flush.

"You don't know what I'm capable of," Malfoy said, his tone becoming fierce: "You don't know what I've done!"

"Oh, of course I do."

Dumbledore said kindly: "You almost killed Katie Bell and Ron Weasley.

You've been trying to kill me all year, and you've been getting more and more desperate.

Forgive me for saying this, Draco, but what you're doing is lame...

To be honest, it's so lame that I wonder if you put your heart into it..."

"Of course I worked hard!"

Malfoy said excitedly, "I've been working on this all year, and tonight—"

Harry heard a muffled cry from somewhere in the castle below.

Malfoy froze, turning his head to look behind him.

"Someone is fighting hard."

Dumbledore said casually: "You just said... yes, you said that you finally succeeded in getting Death Eaters into my school.

I admit, I thought it was impossible... how did you do it? "

But Malfoy didn't answer, he was still listening to the movement below, seemed to be as frozen as Harry, unable to move.

"Maybe you should do the job alone."

Dumbledore gave him an idea: "What if your backup is defeated by my guards?

As you may have noticed, there are still members of the Order of the Phoenix here tonight.

You don't need help anyway...

I don't have a wand at the moment... no way to protect myself. "

Malfoy just stared at him blankly.

"I see," Dumbledore said to Malfoy gently when he saw that Malfoy was neither moving nor speaking, "You are very scared, and you will not dare to do anything until they come up."

"I'm not afraid!"

Malfoy roared fiercely, but he still didn't hurt Dumbledore: "It's you who should be scared!"

"But why?

I don't think you'll kill me, Draco.

Killing people is not as simple as most people think...

Well, while we're waiting for your friends, tell me...

How did you sneak them in?

It seems like it took you a long time to figure this out. "

Malfoy seemed to be trying desperately not to yell or throw up.

He swallowed, took a few deep breaths, stared fiercely at Dumbledore, and pointed his wand straight at Dumbledore's chest.

Then, seemingly involuntarily, he said, "I had to fix that broken disappearing cabinet that hadn't been used in years.

It was the same cabinet that Montague locked in last year and couldn't get out. "

"ah--"

Dumbledore's sigh was like a moan. He closed his eyes for a moment.

"Smart idea... I remember there were two of them, didn't I?"

"The other one's in Borgin and Bock's," said Malfoy, "and they've built a passage between the two cabinets.

Montague told me that when he was locked in the Hogwarts locker, he couldn't move his whole body, but sometimes he could hear the movement in the school, and sometimes he could hear what happened in the store, as if the locker was in the two places. The place seems to be running around, but no one can hear his voice...

In the end, he managed to Apparate and escape, despite failing his exams.

He Apparated and nearly killed him.

Everyone thought it was a funny story, only I realized the meaning - not even Borgin - only I realized that as long as I fix the broken cabinet, I can enter through the two disappearing cabinets Hogwarts. "

"very good,"

Dumbledore murmured, "Then the Death Eaters can enter the school from the Borgin-Bock shop to help you...

A clever plan, a very clever plan...

And, as you say, right under my nose..."

"Yeah," said Malfoy, oddly he seemed to take courage and comfort from Dumbledore's praise: "Yes, that's it!"

"Sometimes, though," continued Dumbledore, "you're not sure you'll be able to fix the chest, are you?

That's when you took some clumsy, ill-conceived measures, like sending me an enchanted necklace that was bound to fall into someone else's hands...

And poisoning the mead, the chances of me actually drinking that wine are slim..."

"Yeah, but you still don't know who planned these things, do you?"

Malfoy sneered, at this moment Dumbledore's body slid down a little against the wall, obviously his legs and feet had no strength, Harry, speechless, struggled desperately, trying to get rid of the spell that bound him, but there was no way. no result.

"As a matter of fact, I already knew." Dumbledore said, "I believe you did it."

"Then why didn't you stop me?"

"I tried, Draco.

Professor Snape has been watching you on my orders—"

"He didn't obey your orders, he promised my mother—"

"Of course he would tell you that, Draco, but—"

"He's a double agent, you stupid old man, he didn't work for you at all, and you were kept in the dark!"

"Let's just disagree, Draco, I happen to trust Professor Snape a lot—"

"You are losing control of him!"

Malfoy sneered: "He keeps offering to help me—

Wanting to claim credit—wanting to do something—

'What are you doing? You made that necklace? Too stupid to give it all away—'

But I didn't tell him what I was doing in the Room of Requirement. When he wakes up tomorrow morning, it's done. He'll never be the Dark Lord's favorite again. He's nothing compared to me, nothing! "

"How comforting."

Dumbledore said gently: "We all hope that our hard work will be appreciated by others, it goes without saying...

But you must have an accomplice ... there's a man in Hogsmeade who can give Katie that - that - ah ..."

Dumbledore closed his eyes again, nodded slightly, and seemed to be falling asleep.

"Needless to say... it's Rosmerta, how long has she been under the Imperius Curse?"

"You figured it out at last, didn't you?"

There was another cry from below, louder than the previous one.

Malfoy looked away again uneasily, then back at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore continued: "Because, poor Rosmerta had to hide in her own toilet and slip that necklace to any Hogwarts student who went to the toilet alone?

And that bottle of poisoned mead...

Of course Rosmerta could have poisoned that bottle for you and sold it to Slughorn thinking it was going to be given to me for Christmas...

very ingenious...

Poor Filch would never have thought of inspecting what Lady Rosmerta was selling...

So tell me, how did you connect with Rosmerta?

We have to strictly check all communications in and out of the school. "

"Magic coins," said Malfoy, who seemed compelled to go on, his wand hand shaking violently: "I have a coin, and she has one, and I can send her a message— "

"Is it the secret contact method used by the group calling itself 'Dumbledore's Army' last year?"

Dumbledore's voice was easy and friendly, but Harry saw him slide another inch toward the wall as he spoke.

"Yes, I learned from them."

Malfoy said with a smirk, "The idea of ​​poisoning the mead came from Mudblood Granger, and I heard her say in the library that Filch didn't recognize the potion..."

"Please don't use that insulting word in front of me."

Malfoy let out a nasty laugh.

"Since I'm about to take your life, do you still care if I say 'Mudblood'?"

"Yes, I do care."

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Dumbledore said that at this point Harry saw his feet slip on the ground and braced himself to keep from collapsing: "As for your attempt to kill me, Draco, it's been several minutes.

There is no one else around, I am unarmed now, you would never have dreamed of such a good opportunity, but you still didn't do it..."

Malfoy's lips twisted involuntarily, as if tasting something very bitter.

"Let's talk about tonight," continued Dumbledore, "I still don't get it... you know I left school?

Of course, Rosmerta saw me go, and I think she must have given you the news with one of your clever coins..."

"True," said Malfoy, "but she said you were only going for a drink and would be back soon..."

"Yeah, I did go to drink something... and now I'm back... barely," Dumbledore muttered softly, "So you decided to set a trap for me?"

"We decided to hang the Dark Mark above the tower to force you to rush back to see who was killed. This method really works!"

"Oh... not necessarily..." Dumbledore said, "Then, can I understand that no one has been killed yet?"

"A man died,"

Malfoy said, his voice suddenly rising an octave: "One of yours... don't know who, it's too dark... I stepped over the corpse... I should be waiting for you back here Yes, it's all your fault that those members of the Order of the Phoenix came out to block the way..."

"Yes, that's exactly what it is."

There were crashes and shouts from below again, louder than before, as if someone were fighting on the winding staircase leading to Dumbledore, Malfoy, and Harry.

Harry's heart was beating wildly in his invisible chest, but no one could hear it... someone was dead... Malfoy stepped over the body... who could it be?

"There is not much time," said Dumbledore. "Where to go, Draco, let us discuss your options."

"my choice!"

Malfoy said loudly, "I'm standing here with my wand - I'm going to kill you -"

"My dear boy, let's stop acting.

If you were really going to kill me, you would have done it after disarming me just now, instead of stopping to talk merrily about the measures and methods. "

"I do not have any choice!"

Malfoy's face suddenly became as pale as Dumbledore's:

"I must!

he will kill me!

He will kill my whole family! "

"I understand your situation," said Dumbledore, "otherwise why haven't I seen you before?

I know that if Voldemort finds out that I'm suspicious of you, you'll be assassinated. "

Malfoy twitched in horror at the name.

"I know you accepted that mission, but I dare not talk about it with you, for fear that he will use Legilimency spell on you."

Dumbledore continued: "Now we can finally speak openly...

You didn't cause any damage, you didn't hurt anyone, you're lucky that those you accidentally injured survived...

I can help you, Draco. "

"No, it's impossible,"

Malfoy's wand-holding hand trembled terribly: "Nobody could. He told me to do this, or he'd kill me. I had no choice."

"Stand on the right path, Draco,

We can hide you in absolute safety, safer than you can imagine.

Besides, I could send members of the Order of the Phoenix to hide your mother tonight.

Your father is not in any danger in Azkaban right now...

We will protect him when the time comes,

Stand on the right path, Draco...you are not a murderer..."

Malfoy stared blankly at Dumbledore.

"But I've come this far, haven't I?"

He said very slowly: "They thought I would die before I was done, but I'm still alive...

And you're under my control... now I'm holding the wand...

You listen to my mercy..."

"No, Draco," said Dumbledore quietly, "you are at my mercy now, not I at your mercy."

Draco didn't speak.

His mouth was open, and the hand holding the wand was still shaking.

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