Homecoming from Hogwarts

"Why are you here, Draco?"

Behind a dozen Death Eaters, a man wearing a cloak and a hood shouted. Everyone could hear the implication of being powerful but weak from his voice!

Needless to say, it was Lucius Malfoy.

Draco's appearance in the Hall of Prophecy obviously confused him. Not only him, but even the Death Eaters who were traveling with him were equally confused.

Although the Death Eaters' wands were still pointing at Harry and the others, they all turned their heads involuntarily to look towards the other end of the 97th row of shelves.

"Draco, you and Potter are in cahoots!"

Another Death Eater asked. It was a woman, and there was murder in her voice.

"I am on a mission from the Dark Lord—"

The woman questioning him was Bellatrix, a crazy Death Eater that even his parents didn't want to mess with.

Draco quickly defended himself, and he hurriedly raised the Grapevine Staff in his hand as proof.

hiss.
Looking at the staff radiating mysterious meaning in the dim light, many Death Eaters gasped and looked at each other in silence.

"But this staff. The Dark Lord asked you to steal this staff!"

Malfoy was stunned for a moment, and then an indescribable anger swelled from the bottom of his heart, almost burning away his sanity.

The Dark Lord asked Draco to steal the staff from Amos Tower Blaine!
This is sending his son to his death!

"When did you do that?"

Even Harry could hear the gnashing of teeth in Lucius Malfoy's words!
“It’s summer vacation!”

Draco wasn't stupid enough to call out his father directly, but the long-standing pressure finally became too much for him to bear.

His hoarse, shrill voice was like two rusty saws trying to saw each other off, and his gray eyes were filled with tears of despair.
"He found me and said that my father had made a big mistake. He would only forgive me if I got the staff. Otherwise - he would kill me."

Lucius stood there in a daze, as if struck by lightning.

Harry moved his lips and looked at the sobbing Malfoy, not knowing what to say.

"What mistake have you made, Lucius?"

One of the dozen or so Death Eaters asked with interest.

"Shut up, Rookwood, it's none of your business!"

Lucius growled, backhanding the man's name.

"Well done, Draco."

Bellatrix was visibly pleased.
"You stole this staff from right under the nose of that fool Brian. You have accomplished a difficult task and I dare say the Dark Lord will surely reward you!"

"You shut up too, Bellatrix!"

Lucius yelled again, then he looked at his son who was as silent as a cicada, his eyes were red under his hood.

"Then why are you here!?"

“I sent him a message”

Every syllable of Draco's voice was mixed with tears.
"I got the wand a few days ago and asked him to take it. He said that if one day Professor Blaine and Dumbledore both left Hogwarts, I would come here and he would arrange everything. Someone would pick me up—"

"We're here to pick you up, Draco!"

Bellatrix looked proud. She walked towards Draco and said with a chuckle,
"Give me the staff and I will present it to the great Dark Lord!"

Before Draco could hesitate and make up his mind, Lucius called out,

"Don't give it to anyone!"

Lucius's roar caused anxiety and dissatisfaction among the Death Eaters. After all, it would not be fun if it attracted the attention of the guards!

But Lucius seemed oblivious to the boos from his colleagues, and strode forward, grabbing Bellatrix who was eager to grab the staff.
"Don't even think about taking away Draco's credit. Bellatrix, the staff is in your hands. Don't give it to anyone else!"

As Bellatrix hissed angrily, Draco nodded rapidly in fear.

"Harry--"

Just as Harry was listening intently, Hermione beside him suddenly touched his wrist with a low voice. Before he could come to his senses, the prophecy ball in his hand was taken away by Hermione.

"you"

Harry frowned, but Hermione handed him a crystal ball.

this.
While Lucius Malfoy was angry, Harry quickly turned his head and glanced at his friends behind him. Each of them held a prophecy ball. Fred winked at him and moved his hand holding the flying broom.
"Remember my words, don't give the staff to anyone except the Dark Lord's order!" Lucius said to Draco hatefully, then turned around, angrily pushed Rookwood and McNeill away, and came to face Harry and the others.

Looking at the little wizards whose faces were inevitably getting nervous, Lucius clenched his back teeth!

What the hell is Brian doing!

He and Dumbledore knew that the Dark Lord coveted the prophecy, but they still let Potter and his group of stupid friends come to them.

Even if Draco was caught by him in the process of stealing the wand, it wouldn't have been a big deal, but he actually let Draco steal the wand!

Lucius, who was about to give an order, suddenly turned back and squinted at Draco.
"How did you get that staff? Didn't Draco Brain keep it well protected?"

"Professor Blaine locked it in a cabinet in his office--"

Draco didn't expect his father to be concerned about this kind of question at this time. After being stunned for two seconds, he answered with a trembling voice,
"I took advantage of his absence, used a dagger that could break protective magic to break into his office, drank some Felicity Potion, and escaped from Hogwarts."

Harry gritted his teeth.

No wonder Malfoy ran so smoothly tonight!

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"What dagger? Where did you get it from?"

"It was given to Potter by Sirius Black. I overheard Potter mentioning this dagger."

Some of the Death Eaters tutted.

"Where is the dagger?"

Lucius asked sharply, and then he moved his wand, summoning the dagger that Draco had pulled from his pocket.

Under the dim blue light, Malfoy looked at the dagger. The Death Eaters were also very interested in the dagger that could break through the defense of Brian's office, and Bellatrix even laughed in gloating.

After staring deeply at the dagger for a few seconds, Lucius took a few breaths, and the anger in his heart grew even stronger.

boom--
He threw the dagger aside like trash and looked at Harry gloomily.

"Hand over the prophecy, Potter, and you will suffer less physical pain."

"The prophecy is coming!"

Bellatrix suddenly screamed, and Harry, who was angry because Lucius Malfoy threw away the dagger given to him by Sirius, did not react in time, and the prophecy in his hand flew out with a whoosh and fell into Bellatrix's hand.

"what"

Bellatrix froze in her shrill laughter as Hermione stood out from beside Harry, also holding a prophecy ball in her hand. Ron, Ginny, Neville, the twins and Elune all raised the prophecies in their hands silently.

"You can guess which one is true."

Harry heard Hermione's breathing hitch, but she still spoke in a steady voice.

"Little bastards!"

Bellatrix's teeth were bared, and her mad eyes glared out from the slits in her hood.

“You guys are quite good at having fun!”

"Little Bastard"

Harry said coldly
"Did you know that your master is also a bastard? His father is a Muggle and his mother is a witch. Oh, maybe he didn't tell you that his real name is Tom Riddle."

"Dizzy--"

A red light shot out from the tip of Bellatrix's wand, and the other Death Eaters also made gestures to swing their wands.

But Malfoy redirected the Stunning Charm so that it struck a shelf a few feet to Harry's left, causing several glass globes to fall to the ground and shatter.

Two ghostly figures floated out from the broken glass, entangled and whispered in the dark air, and finally, drifted away like mist. Harry was distracted again. This thing reminded him of the scene of Voldemort's resurrection. The marks of the people killed by Voldemort's wand that emerged from Voldemort's wand helped them escape and buy time -
"Don't attack, we need the prophecy!"

Lucius Malfoy shouted excitedly at the top of his voice, but when he faced Harry, he had a dull expression.

"You can see the situation clearly, Potter. At least the Dark Lord thinks you are not stupid enough to hand over the prophecy. You will not get hurt."

"Yeah--"

The voice in Harry's mind that had been torturing his sanity all night disappeared completely, and his thoughts became clearer and clearer.

Harry sneered at Malfoy's promise.
"Why don't you tell me first, how can Voldemort be sure that I will come here tonight?"

(End of this chapter)