Science students at Hogwarts

Eight conversations

Hogwarts Castle eighth floor

Draco stared with interest at the empty wall opposite the tapestry where the troll clubbed Barnabas silly.

"Is this the Room of Requirement? I guess it's a good bargaining chip."

Elios concentrated his energy and said silently: "I need a room suitable for conversation." After walking through that section of wall three times, a very smooth door appeared on the wall.

When he opened the door, he saw an exquisite fireplace. The swaying firelight gently illuminated the adjacent sofa. There was a row of wooden bookshelves along the wall. The spacious room was very comfortably furnished.

They walked inside and Elios walked to the door and turned the key in the lock with a satisfying click.

Then he contacted Lucius.

Lucius didn't look surprised, "I guess you have something to say to me, so you avoided Narcissa specifically for this reason. Okay, boys, are they giving you a hard time?"

The two brothers talked about the past two days in detail. Draco's face was a little gloomy, "Nott must have guided them, and other pure-blood families chose to watch."

Lucius nodded and asked Elios what he thought.

"The white wizard is not at ease with us. What happened yesterday was too coincidental. The saleswoman who belongs to the Ministry of Magic must abide by the rules of Hogwarts. Longbottom's toad disappeared, and..." He hesitated.

"And Weasley, how did he know that the boy was a Muggle? Finlay should have a good family background, and his behavior is quite decent. Weasley must have been instigated. I think Dumbledore is forcing us to distance ourselves from them. limit."

Draco also nodded, "I followed my father's instructions and declared in public that we are very friendly to marrow wizards."

"It may not be enough in his opinion." Elios took over.

"This morning, Cousin George said that the Hogwarts Express seemed to have malfunctioned last night. The staff will not be able to return to London until today. Professor Dumbledore plans to take the express to visit a friend."

"Dumbledore's Legilimency has been quite successful. Maybe he plans to observe you through some people. But this is within our expectation." Lucius said slowly.

"The Sorting Hat has told him our thoughts, so why does he want to observe us through other people? And let us know what he is doing?"

Elios's voice became softer and softer, and he felt weak.

"He is forcing us to take sides. The White Wizard, like that man, demands absolute loyalty."

Draco was silent for a long time and then spoke slowly.

"No wonder you suddenly mentioned that cat before the hospital was discharged. When we were discharged, all I could think about was it; and this morning you..."

Then he opened his eyes wide, "We have to learn Occlumency immediately!"

"It's not necessary, Draco. There are only a handful of young wizards who have learned Occlumency, and they are as conspicuous as bright lights in the dark. The best way to hide something is to put it among its kind, just like when it was sorted." Rios responded.

"Dumbledore will not blatantly read your thoughts." Lucius nodded, confirming this.

Draco thought of another question, "Will the pure-blood family reject us? We have to tell mother not to associate with them during this period, except for Mrs. Parkinson..."

"No, it won't." Lucius was moved by this innocent heart, "Dear, there is no good or evil in the world, there is only power, and those incompetent people who cannot obtain power."

"Draco, their hypocrisy is far beyond your imagination. Only a few people are complete pure-bloods, and they are all in Azkaban. Many people know that Martin has our support behind him. But what?" He was disdainful. The ground snorted coldly.

"No one will accuse us openly. If I invite them to join me, do you think they will refuse?"

Draco shook his head.

"Don't worry, they are too good at protecting themselves. They will not take the initiative to cause trouble for us openly. At most, it is just some temptation. I guess they will even make good excuses for us."

"However, the Dark Lord cannot tolerate betrayal. We may need more allies." Lucius tapped the table lightly, thoughtfully.

"A muck wizard? There are a few muck wizards among the new students who are very talented and quite intelligent. We get along well with them." Draco pursed his lips and answered seriously.

"Not only them, there are also some pure-blood families that we once ignored. The alliance was somewhat fragmented, and now only the Parkinson and Gower families are still firmly on our side."

Speaking of these two families, and thinking about what they usually do, the three of them inevitably fell silent.

After a while, Lucius coughed lightly and said, "I will take you to visit my former Potions teacher, Professor Slughorn, on Christmas Day. I think he will be very happy to see you."

He pondered for a moment, "Besides, I believe the younger son of the McMillan family will be happy to become friends with you."

"Susan Bones," Elios said suddenly, "I heard that her aunt was supposed to be the Minister of Magic, but the White Wizard preferred to support Fudge..."

"It's not that simple." Lucius shook his head, "But I have met that little girl. She is a shy and good child. You may become friends."

"Okay, kids, it's getting late, you should go to bed."

The brothers said goodbye to Lucius and returned to the dormitory, lying quietly on the bed.

Draco turned over and whispered into the darkness, "I'm actually glad. I thought we were going to have to go to war with the Notts."

Elios didn't respond. He knew that Theodore was one of Draco's few friends, and he also knew that Draco just needed a listener.

"I will prove to him that I am the right one!" His voice became lower and lower, almost inaudible.

Two sturdy men in black cloaks met under the dim street lights. They nodded to each other, walked outside the wall of a house in the suburbs of London, and then lost track of them.

"Malfoy is getting more and more outrageous! He actually claims that they will treat mudbloods equally? How dare he?" One of the men paced angrily and yelled.

"Come on, Crabbe, do you dare to say that you haven't had any contact with them in recent years?" A thin man sneered. He was sitting in front of the table, his eyes deep.

"Theodore said it was a show, that they seemed to be trying hard to prove to someone that they had disassociated themselves from us."

"Someone? That old man Dumbledore?" Crabbe made an exaggerated expression, and every feature expressed disdain, but he didn't know that it made him look like a clown.

"Nott, Malfoy made a wrong bet this time. How many days does that old immortal have to live? When he dies, our pure-blood family has the final say! But we have the final say who is the pure-blood!" "

"It's not that simple!" Nott frowned. He was gradually getting tired of the simple-minded and vicious Crabbe.

"It's not that simple?! We should have taken the initiative! Think about it! Who else can take over everything from the Malfoy family except us?" Crabbe's eyes flashed with greed.

Nott really didn't want to deal with this idiot who couldn't understand the current situation!He looked at the other person, "Goyle, what do you think?"

"I don't know. Crabbe asked me to come. I have no idea what you are going to do."

Nott was a little frustrated. Among the two people in front of him, one was slow and ignorant, the other was stupid and bad. He was speechless for a moment.

He calmed down and said, "Obviously we won't do anything, but some temptations are still indispensable."

"Malfoy will ship a batch of magical materials from the United States next month. Coincidentally, someone recently saw Avery escaping from a place in the United States with the Dark Mark..."

"Avery! He is still alive!" Goyle was trembling all over, and Crabbe also looked horrified.

Nott was getting impatient. He planned to go back and tell Theodore to stay away from these two idiot children.

"No one has seen him!" Nott looked at them fiercely, the anger in his tone almost burning them to ashes.

"Avery just made a few jokes with you when he was young. If he is still alive, he will be our strongest ally!"

Gower and the others thought about Avery's "joke" and their expressions were not very good. Obviously it was not as easy as Nott said.

"Okay, that's it for today!" Nott didn't intend to continue. No matter how elaborate and great the plan was, it would be a waste to tell these two people, and it was difficult to guarantee that they would not be leaked.

He rested his head tiredly on his hands and motioned for the two of them to leave.Goyle stumbled as he left, which made him look even more comical, and Nott was even more annoyed.

He also began to miss Avery. That kid could beat the seniors Gower and Crabbe when he was just in the first grade. If they could join forces with him, the Knott family would definitely be at the top.

Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office

Dumbledore wiped Fawkes tiredly, "Thank you for your hard work today, old man." Fawkes gently rubbed his hand, chirped, and flew back to the shelf.

"Did you see Horace? What did he say?" With this question, the people in the portrait woke up, and they started talking in all directions.

"Cunning fox, I brewed oak mead and couldn't pry his mouth open." Dumbledore shrugged and poured himself a glass of butterbeer.

"However, he told me something about Regulus."

Phineas Black quickly interrupted. He strongly accused Regulus of actually losing his life because of an elf. It was simply a shame for pure blood, and his name should be erased from the Black family tree.

Delise Devante couldn't stand his long-winded pure blood theory, so she came to Blake's portrait and gave him a good beating.

Dumbledore sighed softly. No matter how realistic these portraits were, they were just thoughts after all.

If Phineas were alive, he would brag everywhere that it was his great-great-grandson who first discovered Voldemort's conspiracy, and he would try his best to help Regulus survive, and he would be saddened by his death.

Dumbledore stroked his glasses and slowly closed his blue eyes, "Black, Regulus's son was sorted into Slytherin this year. You probably haven't seen him for a long time. Please take the time to meet him."

Hogwarts, Defense Against the Dark Arts Office

Voldemort woke up from his slumber. He felt that the magic he had set in Gaunt's old house had been touched. He was furious. Who was it?Who dares to put the idea on their own head?

Fortunately, he has set up a lot of insurance, and it is only the first level that is touched. No matter who it is, he will never come back!

However, the majesty of the Dark Lord is not so easy to violate. He can't wait to set off to the old house now and cut those filthy bastards into pieces!

However, when he thought about his current situation, he resented that it was Quirrell, a loser, who was so inefficient that he had not gotten the magic stone yet.

He woke up Quirrell sternly, lost his temper, and ordered Quirrell to find the Philosopher's Stone as quickly as possible, and told him a secret room, claiming that it would help him.

Quirrell nodded in agreement, already beginning to regret boarding the Dark Lord's ship.