Hogwarts Shippuden

Hogwarts Shippuden Chapter 558 scheming zero, ahhh, old Deng

The information brought by Draco immediately attracted the attention of Professor McGonagall.

Ignoring that it was already late at night, Professor McGonagall hurriedly woke up the other two deans in Hogwarts and brought them to the headmaster's office.

In less than two minutes after the portrait of the Headmaster on the wall left, Dumbledore and his Phoenix Fox, both appeared in the Headmaster's office.

"Minerva," Dumbledore nodded solemnly at Professor McGonagall, "what about the letter you just said?"

Professor McGonagall handed Dumbledore the crumpled parchment that Draco had handed over.

After carefully examining the contents of the letter, Dumbledore's frowning brow gradually eased, and a happy smile appeared on the old face.

Dumbledore never imagined that he would learn of Voldemort's plan of action so easily.

He had never imagined that Voldemort could give such an important plan to Draco so confidently and boldly to execute it.

Now that I think about it, Voldemort is really pitiful, and there are some two or five children under his hands.

First, Regulus Blake, who stole the Slytherin locket, then Severus Snape, who was trying to save Lily, and then Draco, who was worried about Harry's life. Malfoy…

Thinking of this, the curvature of the corners of Dumbledore's mouth has a tendency to gradually increase.

However, considering that Draco's parents were still in danger, Dumbledore instantly suppressed the smile on his lips and silently hid his joy in his heart.

In the presence of Draco, he had better not show his happiness too clearly.

He patted Draco on the shoulder, "Don't worry child, I promise, I will do my best to make sure your parents are safe."

Dumbledore did not dare to speak with absolute certainty.

He failed to save his sister Ariana's life many years ago, and then he failed to save the Potters' lives.

Now he really doesn't dare to plant the flag indiscriminately, what if he sends the Malfoys away later?

"Draco, in addition to what is written in the letter," Dumbledore's blue eyes lit up strangely, "do you know anything else about You-Know-Who?"

Hearing Dumbledore's question, Draco, who had been watching Dumbledore's eyes, pondered for a while, and then slowly shook his head.

"I don't know, Professor."

I don't know if it was an illusion. Draco always felt that after he said this, Dumbledore's blue eyes seemed to darken a little?

From Draco's answer, Dumbledore could tell that Draco was not lying.

"Okay, I see."

A thoughtful look appeared on Dumbledore's face, and he began to pace slowly around the room.

After a while, he finally stopped, and the eyes that were wandering in the room also fell back on Draco.

"Draco, during this time, you should first follow the instructions of the mysterious man and do your best to repair the disappearing cabinet in the room of responsiveness."

"But Professor, this..." Draco got stuck halfway through his words.

He suddenly realized that Dumbledore wanted to do whatever he wanted, put Voldemort in Hogwarts, and then launch a righteous siege against Voldemort.

"Don't have any worries, the professors will cooperate with you."

After a pause, Dumbledore continued, "As for the crown that the mysterious man wants you to search for, you can tell him that the crown is with me."

Draco's eyes widened in surprise, "Is the crown with you?"

Harry looked around the people in the office and found that he seemed to be the only one who didn't know what a crown was.

But he didn't dare to ask.

Dumbledore smiled, "That's right, you just need to tell the mysterious man truthfully, and say you have seen it in my hands."

With that said, Dumbledore opened the drawer of his desk and took out a rusted crown from it.

Dumbledore did this with a deep meaning.

If Harry's vision had not gone wrong, then Voldemort should have known by now that most of his Horcruxes were either lost or destroyed.

The locket was repackaged by Regulus, the Gaunt family ring and the Hufflepuff Gold Cup were lost, and the diary was destroyed...

Now Voldemort should be in a state of extreme panic.

Because of the seven Horcruxes he made, none of them were by his side and were under strict protection.

The only Horcrux originally under his control, the snake transformed from the blood-cursed orc, Nagini, died in the Department of Mysteries some time ago.

Moreover, the number of Horcruxes that Voldemort can make should have reached the limit, which also means that it is impossible for him to make new Horcruxes.

In such a situation, Voldemort can only hope that the Horcrux in the Room of Requirement at Hogwarts Castle has not been found yet.

Dumbledore asked Draco to go back to deliver the bad news to Voldemort, in order to throw Voldemort into a complete panic.

All the plans that people make in the panic will become less reliable.

If Voldemort had become that way, he would no longer be a terrifying threat.

Dumbledore smiled and said, "Okay, it's very late now, I think you two should go back to your respective bedrooms."

After Harry and Draco both left, in the huge headmaster's office, only the two headmasters and deputy headmasters of Hogwarts were left.

Oh yes, and a Scottish long-tailed red turkey sitting quietly on a perch, grooming.

Dumbledore stood at the window, and the bright moonlight poured on him through the glass of the window, illuminating his gorgeous robes in a frosty white.

His shadow pulled the old elders on the ground.

Professor McGonagall stood quietly not far behind him, the look on his face revealed thought.

"Is what Mr. Draco said about the Mysterious Man's plan true, Dumbledore?"

Hearing Professor McGonagall's question, Dumbledore didn't turn his head, but shook his head slowly, "I'm not sure if this is a trick from You-Know-Who, Minerva."

Professor McGonagall thought for a while, and she had to admit that what Dumbledore said did make sense.

"Even if we want to put the mysterious man in as planned, we have to take all-around measures to deal with all kinds of emergencies."

"Such a possibility," Professor McGonagall said with a bit of caution, "is indeed something we want to guard against."

The older cat girl glanced at the moonlight outside the window, "It's getting late, so I'll leave first." +Add bookmark+