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Hogwarts.

Malfoy stood hesitantly at the door of his dean's pharmacy room. He was unusually hesitant and didn't know whether he should tell his dean about his affairs.

His mother's letter and Dobby's words were like weights on a scale, hitting his heart and making him unable to breathe.

Fortunately, he didn't hesitate for too long and someone made the choice for him.

The door to the pharmacy room opened, and Snape's face appeared behind the door.

Half of his face was hidden in the shadows, and the other half looked at Malfoy at the door.

His hair was still greasy, but his eyes were still stern.

"Draco," Snape said in a bad tone, "I have observed that you have been staying at the door of my pharmacy for a long time."

"Yes, Professor."

Draco Malfoy was a little nervous. He subconsciously responded to Snape's words without revealing any valid information. Snape looked dissatisfied. He licked his lips and opened the door.

"Tell me, Malfoy, who did you hit again?"

Snape stood at the gate with his arms folded, showing no intention of letting Malfoy in.

He thought that Malfoy was like before, fighting with Slytherin students and injuring them.

To be honest, when Snape saw something like this, not only was he not angry, but he would favor Malfoy.

After all, Slytherin inherently implies a kind of survival of the fittest. The earliest founder of Slytherin had a barbaric social Darwinian idea, believed in the power of disorder, and the pure-blood theory.

But later, before leaving Slytherin, he still maintained order.

He left his reason behind in school.

It's just that in the past hundred years, pure-bloodism has begun to revive, both in schools and in the wizarding world.

It's a pity that Snape looked down upon such so-called pure-bloodism.

The reason is that before the good ones learn pure-bloodism, they learn to exclude and compare the bad ones.

Standing in front of Malfoy, he looked at Malfoy without blinking. He was thinking about asking Malfoy to write a one-page apology letter, but Malfoy felt a little suffocated and thought of the difference between his mother's letters.

Despite Dobby's warning, he finally plucked up the courage and said, "I didn't hit anyone, Professor.

Dobby, my old elf suddenly came to school, he told me."

Snape looked at Malfoy with searching eyes.

Malfoy said vigorously: "He said I was going to die and asked me to go find the headmaster to save my life.

He said that if I didn't go to the school teacher, I would be killed by the mysterious man."

If Malfoy saw it correctly, he saw his dean trembling slightly when he heard the mysterious man's name.

But because it was so fast, he was a little unsure whether he could see it clearly.

But he can feel it.

The dean's attitude changed.

Snape looked at Malfoy condescendingly and lowered his arms. After a while, Malfoy felt himself being roughly grabbed by the dean and thrown into the pharmacy room in front of him.

His back hit the wall and it hurt.

"Speak carefully and explain things clearly, Malfoy."

Snape said seriously, his eyes seemed to be burning with fire, "Tell me completely about this matter, don't leave out any details."

He motioned for Malfoy to tell him everything.

Under Snape's extremely compelling look, Malfoy finally panicked. Next, instead of Malfoy telling the story, it was better to say that Snape directly looked through Malfoy's memories.

Malfoy also had no right to refuse.

He did not give Snape an "armor protection" like Harry Potter. After searching Malfoy's mind to make sure that he was not lying, Snape knew that something was serious.

He immediately led Malfoy speeding down the deserted corridor.

Under the robe, no legs could be seen, and he seemed to be flying close to the ground.

Malfoy had to jog all the way to keep up with his dean. The road was a bit eerie. It was almost night and it was time for the castle's curfew. The people in the portrait looked at these two people curiously.

Snape did not care about these portraits. He took Malfoy to the principal's office. He knew that Dumbledore would not sleep, because Snape had known Dumbledore for so many years and he had never seen the principal sleeping at night.

No matter when he went to see Dumbledore, Dumbledore was always sober.

Dumbledore, wearing his moon-white robe, walked out, came to the principal's office, and saw the two of them.

"What happened?"

Dumbledore knew that Snape came to him in the middle of the night with something important.

The result did not exceed his expectations. The matter was indeed urgent.

After Snape explained the matter clearly, Dumbledore motioned for the two of them to sit down.

Others don't know, but Dumbledore must know that Dobby's owner, no, it should be Dobby's boss, is Dobby Jones.

Under normal circumstances, whatever Dowey Jones says, it is very likely that the matter will develop.

Dumbledore stared at the uneasy Malfoy in front of him.

He decided to take a look for himself, because he knew that in panic, people would forget and magnify many details, and often these details are the key to deciding things.

"Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore asked, "do you mind asking me to look at your memory? I won't read more about that day when you met Dobby."

He asked Malfoy, Malfoy glanced at the dean, and the dean nodded.

Malfoy also nodded.

"very good."

Without using the Elder Wand, Dumbledore held Malfoy's head with both hands and asked Malfoy to look at him. Soon, he saw what happened that day.

Including the owl in the back.

After seeing what happened that day, Dumbledore said nothing.

The situation is clear.

Although Dobby didn't seem to say anything, he seemed to have said everything.

Voldemort at Malfoy Manor.

Voldemort wants to meet Malfoy at Malfoy Manor.

Malfoy had a grudge against Voldemort.

This child is in danger.

"What do you think about this, Severus?"

Dumbledore returned to his desk, took out a glass of butterbeer and handed it to Malfoy opposite.

"It'll be okay, Mr. Malfoy, don't be too nervous."

Butterbeer does not contain beer. As for whether it contains butter or not, Dumbledore doesn't know.

He just took out a cup, tapped it with his wand, and the butterbeer inside automatically filled the cup.

"Would you like some too, Severus?"

he asked Snape.

"a little."

Snape was also a little tired. He was brewing potions in his pharmacy today, but Malfoy's arrival made him who had planned to take a rest suddenly become energetic. He also felt this.

Difficult.

Because from the bottom of his heart, he really doesn't care about the Malfoy family. He only cares about two things, maybe two and a half things. The first one is revenge. No matter what, Lily's death must have a result, that is

The deepest nightmare in his heart is the unavoidable terror in his sleep.

"First Evolution"

The second thing is protection. He hopes that Harry will live and Lily's only bloodline will continue to live.

The reason why the third thing is half-hearted is that he also wants Dumbledore to live. Dumbledore is one of the few friends he can confide in for so many years.

Outside of these three things, everyone else is expendable.

Including the entire Malfoy family.

Dumbledore and Snape each have their own thoughts, especially Dumbledore, who thinks more than Snape.

After so many days of studying Horcruxes, the ancient magic of ancient Greece, and even some magic left by Merlin, Dumbledore tried to find a new path and find a new way to protect Harry Potter.

.

…

London.

Cornelius Fudge's residence.

His residence is a townhouse not far from the British Museum in London. Inside is him and his house elves. As a former Minister of Magic, he also had several years of experience as Deputy Director of the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters.

, it is normal for him to have a villa in London.

Although he took the blame and resigned, Fudge still lived a good life.

At least it's much better than a low-level employee like Walter, whose life depends on the Ministry of Magic.

As night fell, Fudge sat in the study, drew the curtains, and read the newspaper.

He looked at the newspaper in front of him with some worry. It was obvious that the mysterious man and his Death Eaters had done a lot of things recently.

It made him very uneasy.

If the Dark Lord continues to be so rampant, he is planning to run away.

Although he has recently moved closer to pure bloods, judging from his past experience, the Dark Lord will not do anything to him, but he does not dare to risk his life and put his life and death on the Dark Lord's thoughts.

Fudge will never forget the terror of the Dark Lord.

Putting down the reading glasses at hand, Fudge planned to drink a cup of coffee and go to sleep. After drinking coffee for a long time, Fudge found that instead of being a refreshing agent for him, coffee became his sleeping pill.

"Table legs!"

He loudly called his house elf. The name of his house elf was very easy to understand, but strangely, the table legs did not respond to the owner's call. Not only that, when Fudge heard the door at the bottom of his house, it seemed that

There was some noise.

A gust of cold wind burst open the door to his study, giving him goosebumps.

A cold wind blows.

Fudge felt his blood coagulate.

He threw his reading glasses on the table in front of him, and tremblingly picked up his wand. He did not try to use "fluorescent flash" to illuminate the dark doorway. He stumbled to the fireplace, not even daring to turn his head.

When I got back, I grabbed the floo powder.

Swallowing, Fudge tried to speak clearly.

"Ministry of Magic!"

He said, then flicked the Floo powder.

No effect.

It's not because his floo powder failed.

But because someone used magic to imprison his entire home!

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