Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 521: Draco’s help

In Hogwarts, the little snakes and the little lions have always been rivals.

Perhaps it is because of personality reasons that dislike each other, or it may be something left over from history between the two founders of Salazar Slytherin and Godric Gryffindor. In short As long as the students of these two colleges are on the same occasion, they either quarrel or just turn around and leave.

It’s very rare to have breakfast at the same table today.

However, considering the performance of Slughorn and Draco, this time they seemed to have discussed something before the meal. When everyone saw Slughorn take the initiative to hand over the conversation to Draco, most of them looked at the latter with doubts.

Being onlookers by a group of people who were not very friendly before was a very hard thing, and Draco clearly showed a look of uncomfortableness. But bad experiences always make people change. He didn’t show his “noble temperament” by lifting his chin like usual this time. Instead, he lowered his head slightly and his eyes drifted up the table. indefinite.

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

"I don’t think I can hesitate anymore," Slughorn rarely showed his persistence. You know, sleek old men like him don’t usually push others hard, "Think about it. Your parents, children."

Draco muttered a few words softly. Most people didn't understand what he was talking about. It seemed that he was using some reason to convince himself. After waiting a while, he gritted his teeth and raised his head.

"McLean, I...please...yes, please save my father," Draco closed his eyes and squeezed a word out of his throat. "He just got caught Forced, I can’t just watch him get locked into Azkaban like this."

Just such a sentence seemed to exhaust all of his energy. After he said what he had said, his tight shoulders suddenly collapsed because of the force, and his face fell again and fell silent.

Draco's words were like a silencing spell, making the table silent. Everyone was thinking about this sentence, some were surprised and some were doubtful, and as Slughorn was watching everyone wait slowly.

The next moment, everyone except Draco focused on Maca. Everyone looked at his face, as if trying to find some clues from his expression.

Unfortunately, when Maca considers things, he never shows it on his face. Especially after experiencing the lack of feelings, this habit of controlling expressions becomes more obvious.

Maca was a little surprised, of course, but no one else was so surprised. The request of Draco was unexpected, but it was reasonable.

Since Draco's father Lucius Malfoy was on the front line before Voldemort's death, the exposure of his Death Eater status was a foregone conclusion. When Voldemort lost power for the first time, Lucius was able to get rid of the accusations by relying on the power of the family, only because he had not revealed his identity at that time, but this time it was obviously inevitable.

Maca didn’t know much about the review process of the Ministry of Magic, but now that Draco has been forced to come and ask for himself, it must be that Rufus Scrimgeour, the new minister of the Ministry of Magic, wants to cut quickly. It's messy.

In the final analysis, the "former Auror Office Director" is a resolute and resolute character after all. He has never been merciless to the Dark Wizard. Even if Maca is willing to give him Lucius a hand, he will surely meet him. resistance.

You know, for a Minister of Magic, every additional Voldemort remnant who is arrested is equivalent to a considerable political achievement! For public and private, this matter is not so easy to handle.

For Maca, the first thing he has to consider is interest-is to help Lucius once, in exchange for him and the school for a big favor from him as the director of Hogwarts? Or just let it go, and one less dangling wall grass, will he not see or bother?

"Your father Lucius Malfoy's situation, I probably know a little bit," Maca looked at Draco with a calm face, no one knew what he was thinking about during that moment of consideration. "I can try..."

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

No matter how you don't distinguish between good and evil, children are children after all. As far as an underage teenager is concerned, changes in his parents and family always affect his life and everything.

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

"The Ministry of Magic is not the time when Fudge is headed. You better not have too much hope," Maca thought for a while, "Even if I try my best to fight for your father, you have to do it well. The psychological preparation for receiving a father who is on a wanted warrant."

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

Maca shook his head slightly.

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

In fact, even if Maca didn't say it, Draco could understand his meaning somewhat. In other words, maybe Maca will have to steal his father from Azkaban—of course, if he has to go in there for a few days.

As for Lucius, he hasn't done anything maddening, but Maca can't think of a few things anyway. Or in other words, the guy was caught in the middle from the beginning, and he didn't have the chance to do bad things at all.

It wasn't until recently that he was forced by the situation and had to face the Order of the Phoenix, causing a few chaos. The punishment of throwing Lucius into Azkaban may indeed be a bit unreasonable.

But for this kind of mess, besides Lucius's relatives, who would think this trial is unreasonable? If Draco hadn't mentioned it here today, Maca wouldn't even have noticed.

"I see." Draco nodded sadly, then stopped talking.

"Don't even say a'thank you'?" Ron whispered, but the table was quiet. Everyone heard his grumble.

Draco's neck flushed, and he habitually wanted to make a few sarcasm at Ron, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he endured it hard. All the requests that were so difficult to speak just now have been said, and now if your mouth trembles, it may wipe out all the previous effort.

I saw his mouth opened and closed a few times, then he pressed his mouth again and gave up the advantage of his tongue.

But... should I say "thank you" at this time? Draco glanced at Maca and gestured in his heart a vocabulary that was extremely unfamiliar to his young Master Malfoy, only to find that he couldn't say what he thought.

"If you can't say it, don't say it," Maca waved his hand. "Just remember, because you are also a Hogwarts, I will agree to come down. In school, Slytherin and Gryffindor will do whatever he wants to see... you can graduate and leave school. All you need to remember is Hogwarts, not in that college, understand?"

When Draco heard it, he took a deep breath and nodded silently. Ron wanted to laugh as soon as he saw him, but when Maca glared at him, he had to put away his mischievous expression.

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

"Miss Granger was right," Slughorn nodded his head when he saw that it was done. "McLean was also right...We are all Hogwarts students. If we don’t unite, who else should unite? To me, Slytherin and Gryffindor actually have no irreconcilable contradictions..."

He said ~IndoMTL.com~ after a short pause, a gleam of light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

"...Speaking of this, I immediately remembered what happened when I was the Dean of Slytherin," Slughorn said excitedly, "I think you all know that, among the students I have taught There are many outstanding wizards... In fact, most of them have joined a small organization I founded, both Slytherin and Gryffindor! I think you can also join in for Hogwar How about our unity as a leader?"

"Are you talking about your'slug club'?" Maca casually said, "Okay, I can give a name, but you don't want to pester Harry and the others, they should do it now The thing is to study hard, right?"

"Oh, you're right..." Slughorn was overjoyed at first, but then looked at Harry and Hermione reluctantly, seeming to feel sorry for it, "Well... wait It’s not too late to graduate, yes yes...it should not be too late..."

This breakfast ended here in the regretful eyes of the bald old man, and everyone left to their respective places. Maca also returned to his office, planning to sort out the lesson preparation materials previously obtained in St Mungo's ward.

But before he turned over a few documents, he heard a few tapping sounds suddenly from behind the curtain behind him, making the window glass bang.

He knew that this was mostly the Owl Marfa who came here, maybe it was a letter package or something for him.

However, he saw him wave his hand casually, the heavy curtains were pulled aside with a scream, and the windows creaked open, and the sun suddenly slanted into his messy and crowded office.

Immediately, an envelope slid down onto his desk.