Alchemy Black Technology at Hogwarts

Chapter 92 The Goodwill of the Malfoy Family
Long night.

A phoenix, and many owls, have left Hogwarts in the night sky, leaving more wizards with sleepless nights.

After 50 years, the secret room was opened again.

Among the "Holy 28 Clans", almost the most respected pure-blood family, the only son and heir of the Malfoy family, was chosen as the target of attack by the heirs of Slytherin.

It is said that the one who committed this incident was the former Death Eater, Severus Snape, who was saved from Azkaban by Dumbledore himself.

But Rita Skeeter is almost insane.

"Are you crazy, Derek?!

You want me to let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?You know what precious material this is, I've been writing this since two o'clock! "

She stood in front of the desk of Derek, the editor-in-chief of the "Daily Prophet", and said angrily-many pages of parchment were spread out on the table in a mess, as if it had been slammed there.

"But this thing has not been verified"

Derek replied slowly, almost as if squeezed through his teeth.His complexion was also very ugly, and the appearance of Rita Skeeter did not help him improve the situation at all.

"Verification? We're the media, not the Ministry of Magic!
Besides, Fudge didn't need any evidence to speak! "

Rita Skeeter pressed her every step, she looked down at the editor-in-chief—naturally, she would not have done so in the past, but it was really important to her to be able to publish this news at the earliest.

With so many elements, she can take out any ip and write a book alone, and she will never worry about selling it, instead of writing sensational headlines all day long, but only reporting boring events.

She could be the next Gilderoy Lockhart!
"I'm under a lot of pressure."

Derek shook his head slowly.

"From where? Dumbledore? The Ministry of Magic?"

Rita Skeeter instantly understood what he meant.

But she was even more confused.

Even Fudge himself is required to beautify the image of the Ministry of Magic as much as possible in the reports on weekdays, and Derek is not worthy of being so nervous at all.

As for Dumbledore?

That old fool certainly deserves respect.

"But that's all. He's too decent."

Thinking of this, Rita Skeeter sat down.

"It's not up to you to see for yourself."

Derek shook his head. He opened the drawer of the large desk and took out an envelope from it.Rita Skeeter opened it along the incision where the wax was torn, and found a very exquisite letterhead inside.

She unfolded the parchment, didn't look at the contents inside, but pulled it directly to the end to check the signature there—she put down the letter in frustration.

"Lucius Malfoy? He wants you to stay as the headmaster? How come I don't know that a pure-blood family like them will know tolerance and love?"

Snape frowned.

They were sitting in the vaulted headmaster's office on the eighth floor of the castle, discussing Malfoy's just-arrived letter.

To be honest, after staying up all night, thick dark circles had accumulated on Snape's sallow face, and it was hard to see clearly even when he was frowning.

"He's just scared—if Draco, his son, of the purest wizarding blood, is denied by Slytherin, what will the rest of the Malfoy family think?
The secret room this time is completely different from the one 50 years ago. No matter how reluctant and angry, Lucius can only choose to believe me at this moment.Because once I left Hogwarts too, he didn't have any confidence in himself that he would be able to prevent such incidents from happening again. "

Dumbledore replied calmly.

After the initial surprise, he soon realized that on this matter, Lucius and his own position were actually the same.

They all want to find the "Heir of Slytherin" who opened the Chamber of Secrets as quickly as possible-Dumbledore needs Hogwarts to restore peace, and Lucius wants to keep his ancient pure-blood family as decent as possible.

"Severus, Lucius mentioned that he still has some mandrakes in there. He has arranged for them to be sent to the castle even though they are not yet ripe. Undo the petrification on Draco and the Bloody Baron The curse is the most important thing right now."

Dumbledore raised his glasses:
"You should try to trust someone, like William."

"Goodbye."

Snape answered bluntly, and chose to get up and leave.

Meanwhile, Harry Potter felt like he was going crazy.

"Kill Slytherin's enemies. Blood, tear."

A strange moan echoed in his ears.

"To shut up!"

Harry suddenly yelled loudly, startling Ron and Dean on the side—"Harry, buddy, are you okay?" Ron patted his shoulder worriedly and said.

They lined up and followed Percy to the auditorium.

"Didn't you hear?"

Harry asked in surprise.

"What? Could the Quidditch League be cancelled?
I know you are looking forward to it and have been training hard. We are all looking forward to it.But it was all the heir of Slytherin's fault for opening the Chamber of Secrets. "

Ron said angrily.

"Yeah. I've never seen Wood so sad."

Harry, too, was deeply depressed.

After coming to Hogwarts for two months, he has already fallen in love with the sport of Quidditch, and has been looking forward to winning this year's House Cup for Gryffindor.

To be honest, after hearing yesterday that that annoying Malfoy had been petrified and it would take a while for Professor Dumbledore to untie it, Harry subconsciously felt a little relieved.

But Professor McGonagall announced shortly afterwards that the castle would be under curfew, and the Quidditch match would be postponed indefinitely until they found the person who was really responsible for the Chamber of Secrets incident.

"If I say so, it's Snape."

Ron probed left and right to make sure no outsiders were eavesdropping.

"Malfoy always felt that he was the real pure-blood, but now, the heir of Slytherin attacked him first-what does this mean, maybe he is not as pure-blood as he has always boasted?"

Ron said quietly.

"But what I want to say is another thing."

Harry walked closer to Ron, and whispered in his ear the strange voice he had just heard suddenly.

"Really? I didn't hear anything just now. Maybe you should talk to someone. How about Percy? Although he's a bit annoying, he must know more than us, doesn't he?"

Ron said hesitantly.

"No, it can't be Percy!"

Harry subconsciously rejected Ron's idea.

But he also had to admit that he really needed to talk to someone he trusted who might be able to help—and that person had better not be a professor.

"I don't want to be sent to a wizard's madhouse."

Harry raced through the people he'd known at Hogwarts in his mind - but the list wasn't long, and it became even shorter when crossing off his first year classmates, and the other three Weasleys up.

Fortunately, at least one is more reliable.

It's up to you, William Buffalo.

　The next chapter has been unsatisfactory, and it is still being revised. It will be released in about 10 minutes, sorry.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)