[HP] A Brief History of Time

Draco's last memory of Lucius was bleak, haggard and melancholy, and especially easily irritated - he always suspected that everyone who whispered was laughing at him behind his back.

At this moment, Lucius, even in his pajamas, was glamorous and magnificent, and he had only appeared in a very distant place in his memory.

The two generations of Malfoy have never lacked self-confidence in the face of a flat road, and there is no lack of courage in the face of huge waves and dark tides, but they just don't have the courage to bear failure.

Compared with Malfoy, who was triumphant when he succeeded and succumbed to fear when he failed, the other Slytherin in the room simply erected another extreme-reticent, only bravely endured and bravely endured-but Della Ke didn't know whether Snape's final death was a courageous face, or another form of evasion.

"What are you talking about?" Draco didn't have a smile on his face, "Talking about how you threatened the Cook and Hill family. If they don't sign the resolution you drafted, then the sons of Cook and Hill's family will not be able to leave Hogg this year. Watts graduates; Turner, whose wife will no longer have St. Mungo's ICU treatment; Finger, whose fiancée may suffer a terrible curse; Reynolds, whose grandson may not be born... Do you want me to continue talking?"

The smile on Lucius' face disappeared.He straightened up and looked at Draco, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, "Who told you this? - Severus?"

Snape seemed to have nothing to do with it.This time it was his turn to relax, half leaned on the sofa, looked at the father and son as if watching a show, and said slowly, "Oh, this is the first time I've heard of this. It's really good, Lucius, It's your usual method. It's too rough."

"Just get there."

"I'm also going to write a letter to tell you about it, Father," Draco subconsciously straightened up to meet Lucius' gaze, not letting his face show the slightest expression, "Hogwarts isn't like that." It's easy to go bankrupt, and even if it goes bankrupt, it won't do us any good—I don't want the title of Hogwarts trustee to be missing from Malfoy's estate when I'm an adult." He slowed down, " The other eleven directors, since they are able to compromise with you under the threat, they will also turn against you under another force—no matter what channel I heard about such things, there is no flame, no smoke, It just confirms that, in fact, this is already happening."

Lucius was furious, "I'll go back and find out, and let them figure out the consequences of betraying Malfoy." He paused, restrained his temper, and nodded slightly to Draco, "Done Pretty, boy."

"If you insist on handing over the matter to other members of the board of directors, I will not stop you, father." Draco was not moved by his praise, "The combined shares of eleven people happen to be [-]% more than yours. Third, they can completely revoke Malfoy's position as school manager."

Lucius snorted, "Okay, Draco, there's no need to say any more. The facts are before everyone's eyes. Parents who asked to withdraw from school have received countless letters from the school board. If you look forward and backward, you will lose a rare opportunity!"

"What kind of facts?" Draco clenched his fists and decided to take the risk of giving him a hint. "What kind of facts? It's the same old saying, there's no fire without smoke. Who planted the fire?"

Hearing this, Lucius raised his eyes and observed him cautiously.

"Perhaps you know something that I don't," Snape interjected reservedly, "but please allow me to comment on this: At some point, don't underestimate your opponent." He paused, "Of course, Don't underestimate anyone, such as me. I don't need to ask whether a series of things in the school are related to you, Lucius, but I will tell you clearly, don't spread the battlefield to the school." He stood up , put the glass in his hand on the table, "It's still uncertain what the meaning of this glass of wine is. Proceed with caution, Lucius, and clean up your mess. If someone dies—my memory is the best evidence. He walked to the fireplace and gave the order to evict the guests, "It's getting late."

"Indistinct words don't mean anything, Severus." Lucius was not threatened, he packed his wine glass, gave Draco a warning look, and stepped into the fireplace with some unhappiness, " Although your attitude hurts me, I still say good night to you graciously."

Snape leaned on the outer wall of the fireplace with one hand, and responded with a cold snort to his shameless etiquette.

"Professor, I'm going back." Draco picked up Virginia's textbook.

"Pack up your wits," Snape warned, "and hold your breath."

The next day, Lucius sent Draco a two-way mirror.The conversation in the potions office forced him to face up to his son's sudden growth.He weighed the pros and cons for a long time, and had to agree with Draco that there was some truth to it.If Dumbledore is to step down, apart from solving the vacillating board of directors and the cowardly and mediocre Ministry of Magic, the most difficult thing to do is actually Dumbledore himself.

He carefully recalled what he had done in the past years, but found that he should give up, but he was much more ruthless than now.When he looked back, he realized that Draco had experienced too little compared to himself. Although he was the most precious continuation of Malfoy's blood, he still had a long way to go before he could grow into the eternal pride of his life.

"This is your opinion to me." He emphasized to his son on the other side of the double-sided mirror.He wanted Draco to gain a sense of purpose and pride in making up his own mind.

However, his son secretly slandered that his trick of shirking responsibility had become more and more unreliable, and he even pushed it on his own son.Draco replied helplessly, "That's right, it was my idea, I really thought so. You will know the benefits of this decision soon."

Lucius' face showed a kind of solemnity in the double-sided mirror, "Young man, don't think you are sure of everything."

"I understand, of course not." Draco had already understood this point, so his answer was quite sincere.

Therefore, Lucius ended the conversation with satisfaction.

Only Draco knew it wasn't over: he had no clue what had happened to the diary.

Time is slowly slipping into spring.

Virginia looked around and found Hermione in the empty library, who was waving her pen with her head buried in her head. "Everyone is going to watch the Quidditch match, why are you still here?"

"I'm doing a test for myself," said Hermione without looking up. "Third year course selection has started, and I have to look at each subject in advance. I have to make myself count."

For her eagerness to learn, Virginia was speechless. She sat quietly opposite Hermione and waited for a quarter of an hour until she stopped writing.

Hermione let out a long sigh of relief, compared her test questions with the answers, and ticked off the items on the course selection list with satisfaction.

Only then did she see that Virginia hadn't left, "What do you want from me?"

Virginia felt embarrassed, "I want to ask if there is still one of the three books that you lent you in the medical wing last time that I haven't returned for me? Mrs. Pince asked about me last time."

"Ah! I'm so sorry!" Hermione quickly put the ugly but very strong large schoolbag on the ground with a "boom", lifted it to the chair beside her, and turned it up inside, "This book is too broken. I just wanted to keep it until the end, there are still a few left, and things have become more and more recently... Ah, I found it." The book cover was wrapped again, which shows her carefulness, "Are you in a hurry?" She glanced at it Watch, "There is still a quarter of an hour before the game starts. I am here to read the last few pages. Do you want to go to the game first?"

"It's okay." Virginia pointed to a pimple popping out of her mouth. "I want to find a pure herbal formula that can relieve the fire."

But in less than a quarter of an hour, just 5 minutes later, when Virginia was standing in front of the herbal medicine bookshelf browsing the titles, Hermione held her hand.

Her expression was very excited, and she even opened her arms and hugged her tightly, "Great, I didn't expect to find it in this book you gave me after searching for so long." She didn't wait for Virginia After asking, she rushed back to the table, swept all the pens and papers on the table into her incomparably huge schoolbag, "Let's go!"

She picked up the stack of books piled on the corner of the table and hurriedly piled them into the pile full of books to be returned at the exit of the library.

As soon as she got out of the library, Hermione, whose previous excitement was still suppressed, burst into laughter. She pulled LaVirginia's sleeve, and opened her palm to show her. It was a piece of paper, a piece of paper clearly from Pages torn from an old book.

"Shhh—" she winked at the astonished Virginia, "keep quiet, I will secretly return it after I use it up."

Virginia pointed to the top of her lips, "...stained with ink."

"Huh?" Hermione quickly put all the things in her hands into Virginia's hands, lowered her head and took out a mirror from the outside pocket of her schoolbag, "Well, it probably got on it accidentally when I was writing, it's okay, I wipe it off."

It was a little difficult for Virginia to hold her schoolbag with both hands. She looked down and found that the zipper of the schoolbag was opened, so she squatted down, ready to open it and close it again for her.

"Clear water is like a spring."

Virginia could hear her muffled chanting, and was just about to laugh when Hermione let out a short cry of terror.Before she could raise her head, a strong force came from her side, pushing her arm. Suddenly, Virginia was defenseless. She lost her mind, holding Hermione's big schoolbag, her center of gravity was unstable, Rolled down the stairs heavily.

Just before she lost her mind, she clearly heard the snap of her wrist bone.