The draw starts from Azkaban

Chapter 253 Who Is the Real Duvi Jones [13]

Hogwarts.

Malfoy stood at the door of his dean's pharmacy with some hesitation. He was a little hesitant, not knowing whether he should tell his dean about his affairs.

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

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

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

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 observed that you have been 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 effective news, Snape looked very 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, making no attempt to call Malfoy in.

He thought Malfoy was like before, dueling with Slytherin students and wounding them.

To be honest, not only was Snape not angry when he saw such a thing, but he would favor Malfoy instead.

After all, Slytherin originally implied a kind of survival of the fittest. The earliest Slytherin founder had a barbaric social Darwin idea, believed in the power of disorder, and the theory of pure blood.

But later, before he left Slytherin, he kept order.

He left his sanity in the school.

It's just that in the past hundred years, blood purity has begun to recover in schools and in the wizarding world.

It's a pity that Snape didn't like such so-called pure bloodism.

The reason is that if you haven't learned the good of blood purism, you will learn to exclude and compare the bad.

Standing in front of Malfoy, he looked at Malfoy without blinking, thinking whether to ask Malfoy to write a one-page letter of apology, but Malfoy felt a little suffocated, thinking of the difference between his mother's letter Ordinary, and Dobby's warning, he finally mustered up the courage to say: "I didn't hit anyone, Professor.

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

Snape looked at Malfoy curiously.

Malfoy said vigorously: "He said that I was going to die, and asked me to go to Mr. Principal to save my life.

He said that if I don't go to Mr. Principal, I will be killed by the mysterious man. "

If Malfoy read it right, he saw that his headmaster trembled a little when he heard the name of the mysterious man.

But because it was too fast, he was a little unsure if he could see clearly.

But he can feel it.

The dean's attitude changed.

Snape looked down at Malfoy, and lowered his folded arms. After a while, Malfoy felt himself being roughly grabbed by the headmaster 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 flames, "Tell me this matter completely, don't miss any details."

He motioned for Malfoy to tell him everything.

Under Snape's persuasive eyes, Malfoy finally panicked.Next, rather than Malfoy telling the story, Snape directly read Malfoy's memory.

Malfoy had no right to refuse either.

He didn't give Snape an "armor protection" like Harry Potter, to deflect the spell, and after checking Malfoy's mind to make sure he wasn't lying, Snape knew that something was serious.

He immediately galloped Malfoy down the empty hallway.

With no legs visible under the robe, he seemed to be flying close to the ground.

Malfoy had to trot all the way to keep up with his headmaster, the road was a bit gloomy, it was almost night, and it was time for the castle's curfew, and the people in the portraits looked at these two people curiously.

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

Whenever he went to Dumbledore, Dumbledore was wide awake.

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

"what's going on?"

Dumbledore knew that Snape must have something important to come to him in the middle of the night.

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

After Snape made things clear, Dumbledore motioned for the two to sit down.

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

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

Dumbledore stared at the disturbed Malfoy in front of him.

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

"Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore asked, "would you mind if I had a look at your memory? It was that day, when you met Dobby. I won't read much."

He asked Malfoy, and Malfoy glanced at the Dean, who nodded.

Malfoy nodded too.

"very good."

Without using the Elder Wand, Dumbledore held Malfoy's head in his 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 didn't say anything.

The situation is clear.

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

Voldemort at Malfoy Manor.

Voldemort was going to meet Malfoy at Malfoy Manor.

Malfoy has a grudge against Voldemort.

This child is dangerous.

"What do you think of the matter, Severus."

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

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

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

He just took out a glass, tapped his wand on it, and the butter beer inside filled the glass automatically.

"Would you like some too, Severus?"

he asked Snape.

"a little."

Snape was also a little tired. He was originally brewing potions in his pharmacy today, but Malfoy's arrival made him, who was planning to rest, suddenly refreshed. He also felt this incident. Difficult.

Because from the heart, he really doesn't care about the Malfoy family, he only cares about two things, maybe two and a half things, the first 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.

The second thing was protection. He hoped that Harry would live and that Lily's only blood would continue to live.

The third thing, the reason why it is half, is because he also hopes that Dumbledore is alive. Dumbledore is one of the few friends who can confide in him for so many years.

Outside of these three things, the rest are expendable.

Including the entire Malfoy family.

Dumbledore and Snape had their own thoughts, especially Dumbledore, who thought more than Snape.

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

……

London.

Cornelius Fudge's residence.

He lives in a townhouse not far from the British Museum in London, and it's him, and his house-elf.As the former Minister of Magic and 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 cadre 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 concern. It was obvious that the mysterious man and his Death Eaters had caused a lot of things recently.

Make him very uneasy.

If the Dark Lord continued to run like this, he planned to run away.

Although he has also moved closer to pure blood recently, according to his previous experience, the Dark Lord would not do anything to him, but he did not dare to gamble his life and put his own life and death on the Dark Lord's whim.

Fudge would not forget the horrors of the Dark Lord.

Putting down the reading glasses at hand, Fudge planned to drink a cup of coffee and then go to bed. After drinking coffee for a long time, Fudge discovered that coffee not only did not become his refreshing agent, but instead became his sleeping pill.

"Table legs!"

He called out to his house-elf loudly. The name of his house-elf was very easy to understand, but the strange thing was that the table legs did not respond to the master's call. Not only that, Fudge heard the door at the bottom of his house, as if There was some noise.

A gust of cold wind burst open the door of his study, blowing goose bumps all over his body.

A cold wind blows.

Fudge felt his blood run cold.

He dropped the reading glasses on the table in front of him, tremblingly picked up his wand, he didn't try to illuminate the dark doorway with "fluorescent flashes", he stumbled to the fireplace, not even daring to When I returned, I grabbed the Floo powder.

Swallowing, Fudge tried to speak clearly.

"Ministry of Magic!"

he said, and sprinkled Floo powder.

no effect.

Not because his Floo powder failed.

It was because someone used magic to imprison his entire house!
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