Homecoming from Hogwarts

The large group of people in the principal's office then headed to the school hospital on the fourth floor of the castle.

Dumbledore took Harry and Sirius into a separate ward, apparently intending to talk to him about the prophecy.

Professor McGonagall was busy helping Madam Pomfrey prepare the sedative.

The other professors, including Fromide, kept Vitia in another separate ward.

Regardless of whether she has 'turned over a new leaf', she still cannot escape her identity as 'number one Death Eater'.

After Madam Pomfrey gave Draco a bottle of chocolate milk with sedative, Draco walked out of the school hospital silently. Professor Brain was waiting for him outside the door.

Two people walked through a dim inner corridor, one in front of the other, and came to a corridor.

The night is as dark as ink and the wind is as cold as a knife.

On the first night, the red-tinged moon did not become brighter, but the blood color became more intense.

Draco looked at Professor Brain's profile in the moonlight, and read a hint of worry and uneasiness from his resolute profile and deep eyes.

Draco pursed his lips, confusion creeping up his brows.

What is Professor Blaine worried about?
He had a great victory tonight, didn't he?

He had heard everything that had been said in Dumbledore's office.

The Dark Lord suffered a great defeat tonight. The dark wizards he sent to Paris to kill the combined forces were annihilated. His deliberate attempt to obtain the prophecy also failed, and he lost his most elite Death Eaters.

如果
If Professor Brain were to show up at the Ministry of Magic tonight, the Dark Lord wouldn't even have a chance to escape.
Everything was in his plan.

Draco bowed his head.

After a moment, he raised his head again, perhaps because of the bloody moonlight shining on his face. Draco's handsome face showed a trace of resentment.
"Will I be imprisoned in Avalon Prison, Professor Blaine?"

Draco asked hoarsely.

"What. Oh--"

Amosta, who was deep in thought, came back to his senses. He looked at Draco with a little surprise, then came back to his senses, smiled and shook his head.

"I don't think so. Well, I'll tell the Ministry that you're following my instructions--"

"But we all know that's not the case."

Draco was not excited about escaping prison, but said with a cold expression.

His reaction also surprised Amosta, but.
People always grow, especially after experiencing some setbacks.

"I thought you might be waiting for an explanation, Draco -"

Amosta smiled, turned his head, and his distant gaze once again explored the boundless darkness. He placed his hands on the stone pole, stroking it.

"Explain. Well, I knew you were going to break into my office and take the staff, but I didn't stop you. Instead, I allowed it to happen?"

"Because you want me to bring the staff to Cleona, so that I can take her away from the Dark Lord."

Draco said softly, his expression dull.

"Yes, using——"

Amosta spoke the word that Draco hadn't said. He nodded slightly, a smile on his face.

"And I have no good explanation for this. I used you--"

The cold north wind rustled their robes. Draco remained expressionless, but his fists hidden in his sleeves were clenched tightly.

"During the time when Voldemort had just returned, you once brought a group of people, Miss Parkinson, Mr. Nott, the Greengrass sisters, and the Slytherin students in my physical education class to me and asked me to swear allegiance to me. Remember, Draco?"

Draco bit his lip and nodded imperceptibly.

He certainly wouldn't forget that.

At that time, they made a great determination and took the risk to find Professor Brian to express their feelings, but when they received it, they suffered a heavy blow.

"What did I say, Draco?"

"You criticized us--"

Draco's heart ached.

"Criticize us for not understanding the cruelty of war."

Now it seems that Professor Bryan's evaluation at the time was not wrong at all. They really did not understand war.

"I have been looking for an opportunity to take Vitia Cleona away from Voldemort. Coincidentally, I knew Voldemort's plan, so I kept silent and facilitated this matter -"

Amosta said calmly, "In fact, I just used you, Draco, and I have no excuse for this. I don't want to say that I did this to win the war, that would be too hypocritical.

But again, I don't think I'm that mean.

Many things in this world cannot be judged as right or wrong. I just did it for the sake of benefit, understand?"

Draco bowed his head and said nothing.

He gritted his teeth with all his strength to prevent tears from flowing from his burning eyes.

Tonight, he suffered a terrible betrayal.

"But I still want to apologize to you, Draco—"

Amosta sighed, he stood up straight, his face apologetic,

"If I had known that Voldemort was threatening you with the lives of your father and mother, I might have had a frank talk with you--"

Draco's lips were oozing blood red and his body was trembling slightly. The biting north wind was not as cold as the chill in his heart.

That was what made him despair.

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If he had to choose between Professor Brian and the Dark Lord, he would undoubtedly choose to help Professor Brian.

He was willing to take risks, go against his own conscience, and help the Dark Lord steal the staff from Professor Braine.

The fundamental reason was that the Dark Lord threatened him with the lives of his father and mother, so he had no choice.

However, his father used him as a bargaining chip tonight in exchange for the prophecy ball that the Dark Lord wanted in Potter's hand.
Is this what Professor Brian said, the cruelty of war?

His father, who valued loyalty to the Dark Lord more than his own life?

The despair and fear were reflected on Draco's face. His face was haggard and his eyes were dead.

Within the family, his father never talked about his past as a follower of the Dark Lord, but Draco was proud of it.

He thought the Dark Lord's ideals were great and that his father was brave in following the Dark Lord.

But he had never weighed this against his father's love for him.

"Your father loves you very much, Draco—"

After staring for a long time, Amosta suddenly said something.

His words immediately caused Draco to react. He raised his head, and a spark of hope ignited in the depths of his stagnant eyes.

Amosta rubbed Draco's head.

The fifth-grade boy was already as tall as his nose and was not much shorter than him.

"But he--"

After hesitating for a while, Draco's lips moved.

He needed an explanation, an answer, a real answer, not a hypocritical cover-up.

"Your father doesn't want you to make the same mistakes he made, don't you understand, Draco?"

Amosta said gently,

"You don't understand why he would take you as a hostage in exchange for the prophecy in Harry's hand... In fact, in that situation, this was the only solution he could think of."

Amosta put his arm around Draco's shoulders and walked downstairs.

The only way.
"I don't understand, Professor Blaine?"

Draco asked hesitantly as he was carried down the stairs.

"In the circumstances, if you had followed him with the staff, he would have been forced to take you back to Voldemort."

Amosta's light words rang in Draco's ears like a loud bell, leaving him dumbfounded.

"You may be able to obtain Voldemort's so-called reward, Draco, but your father believes that from now on, you can only be Voldemort's Death Eater. Living in darkness, unable to see the light.

As I just told you, he thinks he has taken the wrong path, Draco, so he doesn't want to make the same mistake again. That's why he pushed you to Harry, and he hopes you can go back to Hogwarts with Harry--"

Father thought it was a mistake to follow the Dark Lord?
"But how do you know how he..."

Draco finally understood the logic of what Professor Brian said. With his mind sharpened again, he noticed the doubts in Professor Brian's words.

"Go talk to him--"

Amosta came to his office and patted Draco on the shoulder with a smile. (End of this chapter)