Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 1226: Son of Death Eaters

Chapter 1228 Son of the Death Eater

Stopping at the entrance of the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor of the castle, Malfoy looked up and looked around under the cover of the Disillusionment Charm. After making sure that there was no one around, he quickly opened the door of the Room of Requirement, went inside and closed the door again, The illusion of being peeped is isolated at the door.

In the past few days, Draco has felt inexplicably irritable, and he has always had a feeling of being spied on, but no matter what he does, he just can't find who is peeping at him, and the feeling of being spied on is still lingering .

Even using the looking glass doesn't help, that **** keeps ringing.

Of course, this may also be a psychological effect. Since the fact that his father Lucius was a Death Eater was completely exposed, many Hogwarts students will look at him with a strange look, and even like to look at him in his bed. He pointed behind his back and said some ugly words, but Draco didn't really care about the stares and conversations of these people, because he knew very well that only after the Dark Lord returned to power, these annoying people would shut up like frightened rabbits Put on that nasty mouth of yours.

As for arguing with the other party, he probably couldn't help but beat the other party up.

Furthermore, for Malfoy, who is carrying on the important task of the Dark Lord, it is really not suitable for attracting other people's attention. It is the most correct way for him to complete the Dark Lord's task silently like a little transparent.

Adeptly navigating through mountains of **** cut from piles of discarded items, Malfoy finally stood in front of a man-high cabinet, wondering why Snape thought he'd be able to fix it.

Is his head convulsed?

Take out Borgin's maintenance note from his robe pocket and read it word by word. This note has been read by Draco countless times, and he can almost recite all the contents in it. However, this is still It is of no use to the disappearing cabinet in front of the maintenance.

Draco could only try his best to repair the disappearing cabinet in front of him again and again, but the broken cabinet was still the same, with no sign of being repaired at all.

Each test is enough to kill any user on the spot, and the apple that is put into the cabinet for testing always becomes dilapidated as if it had been chewed by someone.

"Damn it, if he had the bliss potion, he might be able to successfully repair this broken cabinet with luck!"

Malfoy couldn't help but think of the reward Professor Slughorn offered in his first class.

It was actually taken by Harry Potter.

What made him even more regretful was that the old man didn't seem to be interested in the Death Eaters, and instinctively rejected him.

Stealing Felicia from Professor Slughorn, as long as Malfoy is not crazy, he will not do such a stupid thing, as for letting his mother get it from the black market.

Not only was there no way, but even if he did get the Elixir of Felicity, he might not dare to use it.

Once something like Felix Felicia is not brewed properly, it will completely turn into poison, otherwise Malfoy will try to brew Felicia Felix himself.

As for asking Snape for help!

He also thought about it, but failed too!

Snape obviously didn't stock up on Felicia, nor did he have the time to make it for him, nor did he have a way to buy it.

Thinking of these troubles, Malfoy couldn't help but sighed heavily, thinking that he might need to find another way, and trying to sneak into the college through the secret passages of Hogwarts was really unreliable.

He was not sure whether this method would be detected, at least it would be easier to expose than using the disappearing cabinet to send people into Hogwarts silently.

Dragging his tired body, he left the Room of Requirement. On the way back to the Slytherin common room, he heard the whispers of the students around him again. He thought that those people were pointing at him behind his back again, but he slowed down. Then I figured out what was going on.

Everyone is talking about Defense Against the Dark Arts, which seems to be a hot topic lately.

I heard that many people want to join the Defense Society, the organization founded by the Mudblood.

Did they think that Mudblood was capable of sheltering them, or teaching them ridiculous Defense Against the Dark Arts?

He always thought Defense Against the Dark Arts was a joke, at least Malfoy never thought he needed to learn the so-called Defense Against the Dark Arts?

"What the **** are you doing!"

As soon as he entered the lounge, Malfoy saw a struggling student hanging in the air, he couldn't help frowning, and looked at the culprit of all this.

"This guy is a traitor," Crabbe muttered.

"You shouldn't cause trouble, at least not recently, you know," Malfoy glared at Goyle and Crabbe irritably, and warned in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "I've been working on something recently. It's very important and not suitable for other people to pay attention to, so don't cause trouble."

Speaking, Malfoy used the Oblivion Curse to erase the man's memory and put him down.

After sending the unlucky guy away, he sat on the sofa, looked at the two and asked impatiently, "Tell me, what's going on."

"You are really doing..."

"Don't try to inquire about some things." Malfoy interrupted impatiently. "It's not suitable for you to know now, otherwise you will get into trouble."

"Oh." Goyle seemed regretful.

"Have you ever heard of the Defense Society?" Crabbe asked.

"I know... many people have joined the DA organization in Scarhead." Malfoy was silent for a moment, expressing that he knew about it.

"No, it's not the Scarhead DA, but Albert Anderson, the Defense Association founded by that damned Mudblood." Crabbe gritted his teeth with hatred for Albert.

"So, that guy also wants to join?" Malfoy's expression was extremely strange, "However, I'm curious, is that guy willing to accept Slytherin students?"

"I don't know, I saw that Mudblood discussing this matter with people from other colleges." Crabbe gritted his teeth, "He..."

"Oh, I guess what's going on." Malfoy interrupted, raising his hand, "I know you're angry, but it's pointless. I don't want you to cause me trouble."

He showed a strange expression, and continued, "If the plan is successful, believe me, the entire wizarding world, and even Hogwarts, will change. Before that, you need to wait patiently for the results, don't tell me, You don't even have the patience."

Goyle and Crabbe looked at each other and nodded in understanding.

"Very good."

After exhausting the two of them, Draco pulled out his homework from his backpack, which he hated but had to take the time to finish, lest he be locked up by the professor for not doing his homework~IndoMTL.com~ Staring at the parchment in front of him for a long time, Draco didn't write for a long time, his thoughts had already drifted far away.

Now Draco has completely lost the fanaticism when he took over the task before, and only wants to complete the almost impossible task so that he and his family can continue to live.

He once gave up on the mission of the Dark Lord and took his family to hide, but all the traitors who betrayed the Dark Lord did not end well. He simply didn't have the courage to gamble with his family's life.

However, he was gambling right now, he just put all his hopes on Snape.

If Snape failed, they would all die.

Both Snape and their family will die!

Why did things become like this?

It's all because of the black... no, it's all about that damned Mudblood.

That's right, it's all his fault.