Hogwarts Homecoming

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

Dumbledore took Harry and Sirius into a separate ward. It seemed that he was going to talk to him about the prophecy.

Professor McGonagall helped Madam Pomfrey to prepare the tranquilizer in a hurry.

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

Whether she had "turned over a new leaf" or not, she still couldn't get rid of her identity as the "number one Death Eater".

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

The two walked through a dim corridor one after the other and came to a corridor hole.

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

At the beginning of the night, the red-stained moon did not become clearer, but the blood-stained color became more intense.

Draco looked at Professor Braine's profile in the moonlight, and read some worry and uneasiness from his resolute profile and deep eyes.

Draco pursed his lips, and confusion climbed up his eyebrows.

What is Professor Braine worried about?

Tonight, he won a great victory, didn't he?

He heard everything that was said in Dumbledore's office before.

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

If

If Professor Braine also appeared in the Ministry of Magic tonight, then the Dark Lord would not even have a chance to escape.

Everything was in his plan.

Draco lowered his head.

After a moment, he raised his face again, perhaps because the bloody moonlight shone on his face. Draco's handsome face showed a trace of resentment.

"Will I be imprisoned in Avalon Prison, Professor Braine?"

Draco asked hoarsely.

"What. Oh--"

Amostas, who was thinking a lot, 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 will tell the Ministry that you are following my instructions--"

"But we all know that this is not the case."

Draco was not excited about escaping prison, but said coldly.

His reaction also surprised Amostas, but.

People always grow up, especially after experiencing some setbacks.

"I think you might be waiting for me to give you an explanation, Draco--"

With a smile, Amosita turned his head, his distant eyes once again explored the boundless darkness, his hands resting on the stone pole, stroking it,

"Explanation. Well, I knew you wanted to sneak into my office and take the staff away, but I didn't stop you. Instead, I acquiesced to it?"

"Because you wanted me to bring the staff to Cliona, so as to take her away from the Dark Lord."

Draco said softly, his face dull.

"Yes, use--"

Amosita said the word that Draco didn't say, he nodded slightly, with a smile on his lips,

"And I don't have a good explanation for this, I am using you--"

The cold north wind blew the robes of the two people, Draco still had no expression on his face, but the fists hidden in his sleeves were clenched tightly.

"During the period 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 said they wanted to swear allegiance to me. Do you remember, Draco?"

Draco bit his lip and nodded slightly.

Of course he would not forget that incident.

At that time, they made a great determination and took the risk to find Professor Braine to express their feelings. When they took over, they were hit hard.

"What did I say at that time, Draco?"

"You criticized us--"

Draco's heart ached,

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

Now it seems that Professor Braine's evaluation at that time was not wrong at all. They really didn't understand war.

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

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 at the same time, I don't think I'm so despicable.

Many things in this world cannot be judged by right or wrong. I just did it, out of interest, understand?"

Draco bowed his head and said nothing.

He bit 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 knew that Voldemort threatened you with the lives of your father and mother, I might have a frank talk with you--"

Draco's lips were oozing blood red, his body trembled slightly, the biting north wind was not as cold as his heart.

This is what made him feel desperate.

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

And he was willing to take risks and go against his own conscience to help the Dark Lord steal the staff from Professor Brain.

The fundamental reason is 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 Brain said, the cruelty of war?

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

The despair and panic reflected on his face, Draco's face turned pale and his eyes were lifeless.

Within the family, his father never talked about his pursuit of the Dark Lord, but Draco was proud of it.

He believed that the Dark Lord's ideas were great and that his father had done a brave thing by following the Dark Lord.

But he never put this incident on the scale to compare the weight of the two with his father's love for him.

"Your daddy loves you very much, Draco—"

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

And his words immediately aroused Draco's reaction. 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's height has reached his nose, not much shorter than him.

"But he-"

After hesitating for a long time, Draco's lips moved.

He needs an explanation, an answer, a real answer, not a false cover-up.

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

Amosta said gently,

"You don't understand why he wanted to use you as a hostage in exchange for the prophecy ball in Harry's hand... In fact, under the circumstances, this was the only way 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 as he was being led down the stairs.

"Under the circumstances, if you followed him with that staff, then he would have to take you back to Voldemort."

Amosta's fluttering words rang through Draco's ears like a bell, leaving him speechless.

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

As I just told you, he thinks he has gone the wrong way, Draco, so he doesn't want to make the same mistakes he made back then. That's why he pushed you to Harry. He hopes you Being able to go back to Hogwarts with Harry--"

Did your father think it was wrong to follow the Dark Lord?

"But...how do you know what he is like?"

Draco finally understood the logic of Professor Brain's words. With his mind sharp again, he noticed the doubts in Professor Brain's words.

"Go talk to him--"

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