HP fan, I'm Ron Weasley

looked at me, and said softly after a while:

"only friends?"

My heart skipped a beat and I almost panicked:

"I told you we're not friends—"

The dean took another deep look at me:

"Anyway—it's different now—if I see you quarreling with that Weasley again, I swear, it won't be as simple as suing your father!!"

I laughed angrily:

"What right do you have, to interfere with a Malfoy's behavior—"

The dean sneered, bent down again, his black eyes fixed on mine:

"Draco, I'm just saying it for the last time! Stay away from those brainless Gryffindors! If you don't listen, I'll tell your parents about it - I'm sure they'll be happy to tell you You 'pure blood traitor' sent to Germany!!"

I was dazed by the words "pure-blooded traitor". When I came back to my senses, the dean had strode away from me. I gritted my teeth angrily, and was in no mood to go into the medical wing.Going back to the dormitory angrily, I decided to write a letter to my father. No matter whether the dean will sue or not, I'd rather "the villain sue first". Dad will always trust me more, right? !The strange thing is that my father didn't reply to the letter—this has never happened before—I was a little restless, worried that my father believed our dean, and now he was so angry that he didn't bother to reply to my letter!I wrote several letters one after another, but I didn't expect that they all disappeared, and my father and mother ignored me again? !I finally panicked, and I didn't dare to talk to Ron and write letters casually under the nose of the dean. After Dumbledore finally announced the news of the return of the Dark Lord madly, I wanted to laugh at it, but I inadvertently saw After Ron's desperate eyes, his heart skipped a beat—couldn't it be true?Ron... he won't!I was uneasy in my heart, and hurried home. What made me relieved was that the dean didn't sue his parents as he said.It’s just that the atmosphere at home is a bit strange—I can clearly see that both my father and mother are smiling. In fact, since I came back, my father didn’t even ask me about my final grades. After a kiss, you never paid attention to me again? !I was very confused, thought and thought, and decided to use the old method-to eavesdrop in the middle of the night!Fortunately, Mom and Dad did not sleep at night. I took out the "extensible ear" that Ron gave me before and put it next to my ear. Maybe the one I secretly put in during the day is far away from them. Their voices It didn't sound very loud, and I could barely hear it clearly. The first sound that entered my ears was my mother's soft sobbing. I frowned in displeasure, and secretly scolded my father for what happened to my mother:

"What to do, Lucius, what to do? What should we do?!"

Dad's voice was low and weak:

"Don't worry, Narcissa, dear, he... it's a good thing..."

"A good thing?" Mom cried: "We know if it's a good thing!! Everyone in the magic world knows that you betrayed him back then! I don't believe he won't hold a grudge because of it!!!"

"Then what should we do? We have no way out!"

"No...Lucius, what about Draco, he's still so young?!"

"Master...he won't do anything to his own people..."

"Who knew?! He always knows how to make a man die!! Or, we send the little dragon to Germany?"

Dad smiled wryly:

"I'm afraid I won't be safe anywhere! You're right, Xiaolong can't go anywhere, he's right beside us! Don't mess around, he won't do anything to us now—he needs us now!"

I was confused when I heard it, and faintly began to panic - Dad and the others are in trouble, what kind of enemies are back?

Mom's hopeful voice sounded:

"How to say?"

Dad whispered:

"He didn't even dare to disclose the news of his return! There were not even more than forty Death Eaters who returned to him that night! Those who 'returned' one after another in the past few days added up to no more than a hundred—"

Mom interrupted eagerly:

"Then, we..."

Dad's angry voice sounded:

"What are you thinking, Narcissa?!"

Mother said weakly:

"Dumbledore..."

"Don't even think about it!! Even if the master will do anything, we can't become the lackeys of those disgusting pure-blood traitors!! Besides, you haven't seen the master... He has never been so powerful!! I'm afraid No one in this world can resist him anymore."

The more I listened, the more frightened I became—Death Eater, Papa's master, who is that? ! ?

"How could it be? Dumbledore can't do it either?"

"No! Not to mention that Dumbledore almost sank to the bottom of the cemetery, even when he was in his prime, he wouldn't be as powerful as his master is now!"

"Merlin..."

"That's not all, his bloodline is becoming more and more pure—the part of the magical creature—his face is no different from a snake now!"

"Impossible! There is a certain limit to the degree of 'returning to the ancestors' of human beings. If it exceeds that limit..."

"Obviously, the master has broken this routine."

There was a moment of silence.

"Since he is already so powerful, why didn't he dare to disclose the news of his return?"

"I'm afraid he was frightened by that brat of the Potter family! You didn't see it at the time, after the master used the Cruciatus Curse and Imperius Curse on him several times among the thirty or so Death Eaters present, , let him run away—"

"impossible!!!"

"I wouldn't believe it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes!"

"Merlin..."

"Although the master was furious, he didn't dare to act rashly anymore. I guess he made it public when he was quite sure."

"...Then what shall we do?"

"...I don't know, let's take it one step at a time! At least he won't do anything to you—"

"Lucius, we have no choice, we have no choice! He won't let us go!! Let's run away!!"

"Karkaroff escaped at Hogwarts that night, and was captured by his master the next evening, and was fed to Nagini directly!"

"...Merlin...we just sit and wait!!"

"Shh, don't cry—don't wake Draco up! It's okay, don't worry, I have everything! He won't do anything to us for the time being, with our prestige and wealth—he needs us now!"

"Then wait until he doesn't need us?!"

Dad was silent for a while, and then said with difficulty:

"There won't be that time, trust me! I won't put you and Xiaolong in danger!"

Mom's crying suddenly became louder:

"What about you?! Don't think I don't know! How many Cruciatus curses did you suffer that day? You can't even walk straight?!! Oh, Merlin, how did he come back to life?! What's going on here?"

I felt chills all over - who's back?Who is resurrected? !Someone tell me it's not true! !

Malfoy Extra Story 4

I was at a loss, and there was always an unreal feeling - the Dark Lord was resurrected? !resurrection?Didn't he die long ago? !I got up from the bed in a "scratch" and didn't care about wearing slippers. I ran barefoot to the door of Mom and Dad's bedroom, panting and looking at the exquisite wooden door in front of me, raised my hand and swallowed:

"Dad, are you asleep?"

There was a moment of silence inside, the door was opened inside, and Dad's frowning face appeared in front of his eyes:

"What's the matter, Draco?"

I stretched my head to look inside. My mother was sitting on the edge of the bed in a pajamas. When she saw my poked head, she forced a smile.

"Mom, you are crying."

Dad made a gesture to close the door, and said sternly:

"Go to bed early if you have nothing to do! Your mother and I are going to rest too—"

I put my hand against the door, raised my head and looked at Dad carefully. Dad's face was still very handsome, but his unusually pale cheeks and blue-black eyes that couldn't be concealed made him look tired and haggard like never before. , I asked cautiously:

"You guys... what happened recently?"

Dad stared into my eyes, expressionless said:

"Why do you ask that, Draco?"

I reluctantly said:

"It's okay, it's just that I suddenly remembered one thing - during the holiday, Dumbledore said..."

"Draco, what exactly do you want to say?" Dad interrupted mercilessly before I finished speaking: "Use your brain before you speak, what does it look like to hesitate?!"

I gradually calmed down:

"Sorry, Dad. I just remembered that before I came back yesterday, that old lunatic Dumbledore made a public announcement—"

Dad frowned, looking a little impatient:

"what's up?"

"He said... the Dark Lord is back—"

My father froze there, and my mother let out an exclamation uncontrollably, pressed her lips and stared at me, I looked at my father in despair, then at my mother, my throat was extremely dry:

"it is true?"

Dad paused and let out a long sigh:

"Come in, Draco."

I followed my father into the room in a daze, my mind went blank, my mother pulled me over and took me into her arms:

"Merlin, Draco, don't be afraid, Mom is here for everything—"

I put my face on my mother's chest and smelled the familiar fragrance of my mother, and gradually calmed down.Looking up, Dad was standing in front of me with a cup in his hand. Dad said in his usual casual tone:

"Draco, you are the future head of the Malfoy family - I hope you will always remember that - look what you look like now?! Have a drink!"

I reached out to take the glass, raised my head and drank it in one gulp. The cold and pungent alcohol flowed directly down my throat. I didn't expect my father to give me such a strong whiskey, so I bent down and coughed unexpectedly.Mom gently tapped my back:

"Why did you give Draco a glass of wine?! Draco, are you okay?"

I nodded indiscriminately, raised my head and looked at my father questioningly, and my father reached out and brushed his cuffs without any wrinkles:

"What that old lunatic Dumbledore said is true, the Dark Lord is back, our Dark Lord is back! I don't know why you look so restless - the return of the Dark Lord will bring us all The pure-blood family has revived the great glory of the wizard! And the days of those Mudbloods are coming to an end-this is great news, isn't it?!"

I was stunned, my father's face was calm, and his confident and indifferent tone was as usual—if I hadn't been convinced that what I overheard just now was not a dream, I would have been convinced by my father—I suddenly turned my head and looked like mother, mother He looked at his father thoughtfully, without saying a word.Dad frowned and looked at me in surprise:

"What's wrong, Draco?"

I opened my mouth with difficulty, and I was sure, it was my parents who joined forces to lie to me—they were still worried about the Dark Lord's revenge just now! !Maybe seeing that my reaction was not what he expected, my father said displeasedly:

"Draco?"

I looked at them back and forth in obscurity, and slowly lowered my head:

"You're right, Dad."

Dad's tone was even more distasteful - as if he was genuinely upset that I wasn't excited about the return of the Dark Lord:

"That's all? Draco, you've let me down! My king is back, and we should all be proud of—"

If my father said that I "disappointed him too much", I would definitely feel panic, but now I just feel like someone has forcefully stuffed a large stone into my throat. It hurts again:

"I'm sorry, Dad...it's...too sudden..."

I hurriedly shut up, afraid that my strange tone of voice would attract their attention.

"I know this incident is a bit sudden. It's okay, you...you will have a chance to meet my king...cough...my king doesn't want the news of his return to be known by others-this has something to do with some of our arrangements the—anyway—"

Dad's tone gradually became stricter:

"If you say something you shouldn't say outside, or do something you shouldn't do that will affect my king's plan, I swear, I will drive you out of the house without hesitation! Listen clearly Yet?!"

I lowered my head, not daring to lift it up, and replied in a low voice:

"Got it, Dad."

Mom beside me finally spoke:

"Why are you so serious—you scare the child! Draco, it's okay, but you really can't make this matter public—you know, this is absolutely top secret, and in fact there are only a handful of people who know about it— Do you understand the seriousness of the matter?"

I raised my head and quickly glanced at my mother. My mother's eyes were dark and worried:

"Ah."

Dad sighed softly, if I hadn't kept my ears open, I'm afraid I wouldn't have heard it at all.

"Okay, Draco, it's late today, let's talk about it tomorrow morning if you have anything to do!"

I stood up:

"Good night, father and mother."

Mom looks even more worried:

"Draco?"

Dad put his hand on Mom's shoulder:

"Go ahead, Draco."

I walked out silently, closed the door gently for them, and then quickly ran back to my room, grabbed the retractable ears hidden under the pillow and put them next to the ears.Sure enough, mother's voice sounded:

"Is this okay?"

Then came Dad's weary voice:

"So what do you want to do? Tell the dragon the truth - we're not sure we're in danger - no, trust me, that's the best way to tell Draco!"

Then there was a long silence, and it took a long time for my mother to say again:

"You're right, Luke—what do we do next?"

"Wait and see. We didn't go out all day yesterday, and we didn't know that old lunatic Dumbledore actually disclosed this matter in front of so many children-this shows that Dumbledore's words still have an impact, the prophet The dailies didn’t even dare to react in time!”

Mom said eagerly:

"But why didn't anyone inform us about this—what do you think the other companies think?"

Dad sneered and said:

"What do you think? I'm afraid! Just watch, go out and have a look tomorrow, there must be no less than five people who escaped!"

"Then we..."

"We must not escape! Where do you think they can escape under the nose of the Dark Lord?! No matter what happens next, we can only stand firm here! Since we have been Buried in the drum, this means that the other families have different intentions—they dared to stand in front of us as soon as the Dark Lord returned?! Did they think we would be dealt with by the Dark Lord? Hmph—— "

"Luke..."

"Don't be afraid, I have a solution! But, you have to remember, from today on, you can no longer trust anyone except me!"

"I know, don't worry—"

"And Xiaolong, his behavior tonight is a bit strange, you go to find out what happened to him tomorrow."

"Well. It's just that I don't understand—Dumbledore is he crazy, how..."

"He's not crazy - he's getting old and mature - the sooner he reveals it, the better it is for them! It's just that he's thinking too naively. In the entire magic world, except for us, who else would Believe his words - even we, who have not seen it with our own eyes, will not believe his crazy words - I can guarantee that the first one to jump out against him is our 'great' Minister of Magic! Don't you Say, the key now really lies with that idiot Fudge—”

"Then... what do you think their odds are?"

"...Very small. Narcissa, don't you understand, no matter who wins or loses, Dumbledore or the Dark Lord, we have already suffered a crushing defeat, since the moment the Dark Lord disappeared more than ten years ago! Now we can only try our best to reduce the damage within our controllable range!"

"I know...just..."

"Don't worry, Sissy, honey, it's not the worst yet. Let's get this out of the way."

"Merlin..."

They stopped talking, and I stared at the bed curtain above my head with my retractable ears in a daze—what should I do? !

The headline of the Daily Prophet the next day was: "The Lie of the Savior". I flipped through the newspaper's sarcasm about Scarhead, and all I could think about was how to get rid of my mother and sneak away. Write a letter to Ron!

Malfoy Extra Story 5

"Ron, are you all right? I got a message,"

I put the ball of paper on the table aside. If this letter is read by others, I will definitely be finished.

"Ron, how are you doing recently? I have something to ask you, can you find time to come out and see me?"

Meet?That must not work!I tore up the letter paper again irritably, and listened carefully, but my mother didn't come over.

"Ron, I'm sending you a two-way mirror, we need to talk."

What are we talking about?Talk about the return of the Dark Lord?When I think of the words "Dark Lord" and my father suffered so many Cruciatus Curse from that person when I didn't know it, my heart trembles. I don't know what I should do now.Maybe I should talk to Dad, but my family is definitely on the Dark Lord's side anyway.And Ron... We can only be enemies, not the kind of "classmates who hate each other" who fought a few years ago, but enemies who "fight to the death".I threw myself into the wide chair, fidgeting and panicking.He casually threw away the letter paper with only one sentence written on it again, grabbed the quill pen and scratched absently, wrote a sentence, crossed it out, wrote another sentence, and crossed it out again:

"Ron, what should I do?"

"I don't know what to do."

"You won't believe it, the Dark Lord is back, I'm not happy about it, in fact our whole family is not happy about it—"

"Dad was tortured by that person... Dad also said that that person has never been stronger, and no one can compete with him, not even Dumbledore."

"I've never felt so cowardly and incompetent. Maybe I should have an open and honest talk with my dad at night."

"I'm in a mess right now. If only you were here, can you help me?"

"What should we do? I really have no one to discuss with. To be honest, you are my only friend."

"Ron, do you like me or not? I seem to like you a little bit, not like a friend."

"I was terrified at first, but when I saw Bizzani rolling in bed with a Huffpuff guy, it didn't seem so scary. You won't believe it, Bizzani is bisexual , I feel like he almost slept the entire Hogwarts people."

I took a deep breath and completely burned the messy things I wrote indiscriminately. I clearly know that I can't contact Ron for the time being. Maybe our relationship will come to an end here. No, It's not impossible, it's very likely!Potter had known the news of the Dark Lord's return the day Potter's accident had happened.I didn't take the initiative to look for him because of the dean's warning, but what about him, didn't even see a single note? !I didn't care about it because my little secret was broken at the time. Now that I think about it, his gesture of refusal is so obvious.I couldn't help but feel extremely frustrated and annoyed, and a feeling of being betrayed arises spontaneously.I was still thinking wildly, when the door of the bedroom rang:

"Draco, do you want to talk - baby, you've shut yourself up all morning - anything on your mind?"

I was startled, and hurriedly looked at the table—the letters and the like had been burned by myself—I randomly swept the remaining blank letter papers into the drawer:

"Come in, mother—"

Mom walked in inquiringly, and smiled softly:

"Draco, you have something on your mind."

Mom asked in a positive tone.I saw my mother's determined face and fell silent.

"Honey, don't you want to talk to Mommy?"

I opened my mouth:

"Mom, I heard it all last night..."

My mother didn't answer, but looked at me with questioning eyes. I swallowed and continued:

"All...you are worried that the Dark Lord will retaliate against us...and...Dad...Dad was tortured by that man with the Cruciatus Curse..."

Mom sighed helplessly:

"I knew it - your expression was wrong last night - you must have heard our conversation before -"

Mom walked up to me and hugged me:

"Dragon, Mama's baby! Don't be afraid, Mom and Dad will never put you in any danger, don't cry, little man, listen, Draco, crying won't solve anything! Be strong, there is nothing Daddy Mom will face it with you, won't you! You are a Malfoy—remember the first sentence of Malfoy's family motto?"

I couldn't help but choked up and said:

"Malfoy..."

My mother read to me softly:

"Malfoy didn't cry—"

"But, but... Dad, what should I do? I'm really useless, right?! I don't even dare to ask Dad if the injury is serious!! Mom, I don't deserve to be a Malfoy, Mom, you said Yes, let's run away, there will always be a place where the Dark Lord can't find..."

"Shh, darling. Shhh—how can you be useless? Mommy's little dragon is the best!! We don't have to go, everything will be fine, with Daddy here, everything will be fine! Don't you believe Daddy?"

"I believe...but, the Dark Lord..."

"You idiot, we are Death Eaters! That man won't do anything to us!"

Hearing what my mother said, not only did my heart not feel better, but it became heavier.That's right, it's been so long, I almost forgot - I'm the son of a Death Eater! —I'm so different from Ron!

The rest of the holiday was as unbelievably calm as the calm before the storm, and the Daily Prophet, as Dad said before, was full of reports attacking Potter and Dumbledore.My heart gradually calmed down. Although I was still afraid sometimes, my father told me that he had once again gained the trust of the Dark Lord, and told me not to worry. After that, my father's energetic appearance every day finally dispelled my doubts.The Dark Lord would not pursue what happened back then, both mother and father breathed a sigh of relief, and life gradually returned to normal.Of course, Dad and they are all a little puzzled as to why I'm always sullen. Only I know that we are safe, but——will the Dark Lord let the Weasleys go? !

I was stroking the back of the big black owl at home—Ron, why didn't you contact me?

twins 2

I watched George raise his eyebrows, exchanged glances with Fred, and both rushed over:

"Little mouse—"

"Little baby—"

"I'm really angry—"

"Let the brothers give you a hot kiss—"

I couldn't dodge, and was directly crushed to the ground:

"Go away! Get up! I mean it - get your stinky mouth out of the way!!"

After finally breaking free, the twins got up from the ground in embarrassment, and they couldn't stick to the "cold war" principle anymore.I'm pissed off:

"Who the fuck gnawed on my mouth?! I'm gonna tear you up today - I swear!!"

The twins ran away with hippie smiling faces, one left and one right:

"If you want me to say, little brother, thank God if someone is willing to kiss you—you still want to be picky—wake up, stop dreaming—"

"Don't talk like that, Fred! I guess little Ronnie is so mad because—it was his first kiss—"

"Ow, Ron. Don't tell me it's true!! I'd be ashamed of you, I swear—"

I was being played around by two people, and neither of them could catch up. I stood panting in the middle of the living room and glared at them-it didn't work at all!I whipped out my wand - I hated myself for not being able to do so many spells!

"No, little Ronnie! Put away your wand - you're going to hurt yourself!!"

Ginny walked in with a big bowl of soup:

"Please! Who of you can develop such a little memory-reconcile so quickly?! Somebody go and call mother out."

The two twins rushed up, obsequiously scrambling to serve Ginny the soup, but Ginny didn't like that at all:

"Excuse me, go away--mother!"

As soon as I looked up, my mother came out without knowing when. The twins ran up to my mother, and the two of them knelt on the ground with one leg, and called out affectionately in a voice that could make people get goosebumps. :

"Mother--"

Mother's face twitched suspiciously a few times, then she glanced at them both contemptuously, and walked around without saying a word.The twins stood up resentfully, and I gloated and pulled the chair away for my mother:

"Mom, sit here!"

Dad and Bill also came out of the kitchen and said with a smile:

"Okay, Molly? Don't mess with the kids!"

Mom snorted heavily, expressing that she did not seem to forgive everyone.Dad laughed helplessly:

"Okay, children, let's serve dinner! Everyone come today and try Dad's handicrafts! To be honest, I haven't cooked for many years, come and try—!"

Before starting, the twins shouted exaggeratedly:

"What! You can't smell it!"

"That's right! Dad, this tastes really bad! I guess it must not taste good!"

"You're right, Daddy, you're no better than one of Mother's little fingers—I mean it absolutely!"

Dad smiled and said:

"Shut up, brats!"

To the twins' dismay, no matter how much they played tricks at the dinner table, their mother wouldn't even give them a look.After a while, my mother stood up:

"I'm stuffed--"

After speaking, he left the table.The twins quickly collapsed like deflated balls:

"I said, buddy, it doesn't look like the 'prospects' are promising—"

"That's right, I never knew that there is such an embarrassing joke that we can tell?!"

Bill laughed:

"Okay, you two little bastards! Mom will calm down tomorrow, trust me!"

I was fast asleep at night when the twins barged in without even knocking on the door.

"Ron, are you asleep?"

I rolled my eyes:

"I slept!!"

"Don't do that!" The twins grinningly moved to the bed from left to right: "We need to talk!!"

I sneered:

"Is it - no time!!"

"Come on, little mouse. Let me ask you, you've been a little off lately—"

I raise my eyebrows:

"It's you who are wrong! Didn't the luggage be moved away quietly? Why are you still here?! Have you changed your mind?"

George and Fred exchanged glances, and Fred slammed into my thigh:

"Come on, is it over yet? Let's turn the page—"

I was beaten by a clever:

"Hey - why are you not serious or heavy - and you turned it over, do you have the ability to make mom turn it over?!"

The twins stopped smiling, and both of them fell silent, and my anger disappeared long ago:

"What the hell is going on with you, why did you go crazy all of a sudden? You still have to move out—"

Fred sighed, reached out and patted my butt hard, and whistled:

"What an upturned little butt—get it in!"

Without saying a word, he squeezed me to the inside, put his hands behind his head and lay down:

"It's not that bastard Percy!"

George continued:

"That's right! Percy is a total jerk!!!"

I am helpless:

"Percy was 'forced' away by you, okay—"

Fred paused, looked at the roof, and said casually:

"That's right, that's it!"

I'm all confused:

"What? What is this?!"

George leaned against the bed:

"You all think so, don't you—Percy was driven away by us."

I finally wondered what they were thinking:

"What nonsense? Of course not—"

Fred waved his hands indiscriminately and said impatiently:

"Okay—that's true anyway..."

"How could it be 'truth'?! Percy himself asshole..."

George interrupted me:

"Anyway, if it weren't for us, maybe Percy wouldn't have gone at all!"

The two never gave me a chance to speak:

"That's right! Although we don't regret treating him like that - look at how he looks like the whole world owes him every day?!"

"Really, none of us owe him anything!"

"But he hates this every day, and then hates that. He is arrogant and self-righteous!!"

I can't get my mouth shut at all:

"not him……"

"But Mom obviously didn't think so, did she—Percy was always her proudest son!"

"And the two of us—the two she hates the most!"

"Why does mom hate you..."

"Mum didn't even say a word to us after Percy left!"

I struggled to open my mouth:

"I didn't say a few words to me, you think too much..."

The twins didn't care what I said, and said:

"We know that Percy's running away from home must be our mother's fault!"

"We are indeed the scourge of this family!"

"It's better to go!"

"Percy is just coming back!"

"Everyone is happy!"

"Shut up!!" I couldn't bear it anymore: "Why do you say you have changed your mind now?!"

The twins looked angry and wronged:

"Even you drive us away?!"

I stared at them blankly, and the twins returned to their usual grinning and unscrupulous looks:

"Didn't you see that when I heard that we were leaving, did my mother cry like that?!"

"This shows that Mom still doesn't want us to go!"

"That's right, how can a good boy make mother sad?!"

"That's right! Little mouse, Mommy loves you and Ginny the most, please help us talk!"

"Otherwise, how sad is it for Mom to be alone?!"

escape

It never occurred to me that the twins had always thought this way. No matter how much I swore that my mother would never have such thoughts, the twins refused to believe this "death reason".Of course, in any case, within two days, the mother was defeated by the twins' thick skin and forgave them.

The Daily Prophet reported all kinds of "conspiracies" and "lies" about Harry and Professor Dumbledore every day. The old headmaster didn't say anything about it. Facing the reporters' questioning, he chose to avoid and remain silent.According to Dad, they hadn't seen Dumbledore for a long time, and they didn't know what he was up to.Sirius speculated that the old headmaster must be tracking down the whereabouts of the mysterious man, but I think that Professor Dumbledore should be tracking down the Horcrux.Throughout the holiday, not only Hermione and I were forbidden to write to Harry, Sirius also warned Harry not to contact the "outside" easily, and even confiscated Harry's Hedwig.The twins and I were ordered to hang around for nothing - of course not - and no more than five miles around the Burrow every day.It was really boring to stay here, so in the first two weeks of school, I invited Hermione to the Burrow to wait for Harry to be "liberated" from the Dursleys.Hermione arrived as scheduled, and finally made the somewhat deserted home lively because of Percy's departure.Hermione was dragged by Ginny to mutter every day, as if she wanted to finish her life.I thought they were annoying, so I locked myself in the room and didn't bother to go out.Sometimes I subconsciously take out the double-sided mirror that Draco gave me before, but I can't muster the courage to open it.