the Gambler

Two Slytherin students came out from the originally empty corner, their faces still had shocked expressions, and every sound around them bounced off their already tense nerves.Draco poked his head out furtively and looked across the street through the trees. The dilapidated outer wall of the Pig's Head Bar was shaking amidst the sound of explosions. He had some doubts that if a spell came over, this place would collapse.

Harry's unbelievable instructions made him very uneasy. He glanced at Bryce, and the other party was also half-hearted, and his original chocolate-colored skin had turned white due to nervousness.Draco called Bryce's name softly, but the boy didn't seem to hear it, and still looked forward indifferently.He followed his friend's gaze, and saw a Death Eater in a black robe, still standing upright, wandering by the bar.

That gesture was very familiar, he had definitely seen it somewhere before.An indescribable feeling came up, and Draco didn't like the answer.

Draco tilted his head in thought for a moment, awakened by Bryce poking his ribs hard, and said in a low voice, "Your father, Draco."

Even so, Draco couldn't help but exclaim.With a jerk of his head, Lucius pointed his wand at where they were hiding.Bryce grabbed his sleeves and knelt down, and waited silently for a not-so-short period of time before the sound of high-end leather shoes stepping on the ground slowly faded away, presumably Lucius didn't want to take the risk.

Draco couldn't understand more, Malfoy is always the one who saves his life wisely, and Merlin knows when the curse will fall on whoever misses it.It was too stupid to charge, yes, it was exactly the same as Draco's thinking just now.

"Why did Harry ask us to come here?" Bryce poked his head out again, and the wooden door of the Hog's Head bar shook in another explosion.

"Who knows, he's Potter, isn't he?" Draco said sarcastically, "Maybe there is some kind of cellar in there to hide in, and besides, who would want to go into that run-down place? The boss is also crazy , snores his broken glass with a rag all day long, I don't know which one is dirtier, no wonder there isn't much business—”

"Stop your bluffing, now is not the time." Bryce interrupted the other impatiently, noticing several injured patients lying on the ground struggling to breathe, he was so uncomfortable that he looked away.They were all still wearing Hogwarts uniforms, and Bryce couldn't remember the names of those people, and just the recognition of the students from the same school made his stomach churn.He said in a voice only Draco could hear, "Shall we go and help them?"

"you think?"

"I don't know, Harry asked us to save people." Blastan admitted his thoughts frankly, "It's too dangerous, we can't even protect ourselves."

"I think so too. It's a relationship of mutual use, not a reckless Gryffindor." Draco frowned and said thoughtfully, "The three of them are now surrounded by a group of Death Eaters, and the Dark Lord is also there." Inside, I'm afraid more bad luck than good, does that mean the deal has broken down? Originally I thought that Harry could still play the role of protecting//umbrella, so the power would be unbalanced again."

"You want to betray and go back?"

"Of course not. Do you think that Gaunt will forgive you for doing such a thing? Since he is a grasshopper on a rope when he is on a pirate ship, Harry might survive. The consequences of defection are a bit uneconomical." Draco also glanced at the students who were still panting, hesitating, "Or, let the owner of the Pig's Head Bar come out to help them? If I die in front of them, even I will be a little scared to watch."

"The premise is that we can get there." Bryce narrowed his eyes, his wand clicked on Draco's robes, and the Slytherin house uniform changed into a Death Eater style, dragging long to the soles of his feet .Draco raised an eyebrow.Bryce was very satisfied with his masterpiece: "You look the same as your father, now, escort me over there, and no one with eyesight will attack you," he stretched out his hand and pulled down the wide brim of his hat Covering the upper half of Draco's face, deliberately revealing a bunch of dazzling blond hair, "Okay, let's go."

Draco straightened his body and swaggered across the street, barely suppressing his desire to look back, he held Bryce's collar tightly in his hand, quickened his pace when he was about to approach his destination, and quickly pushed away The door threw the opponent in.Before the creaking wooden door had time to close, a wand pressed against his back, an old but powerful voice sounded from behind, Draco raised his hands, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Bryce's wand had fallen into the other side hand.

"Who are you? Not the coward Lucius Malfoy."

If it weren't for the situation, Draco would have laughed.Normally he would have been pissed off, but the insult was much cuter after it had narrowly escaped death.

Obviously someone from Dumbledore's side.

Draco held his breath, his heart was beating wildly in his chest, and even his breathing became heavy. This guy was very dangerous, obviously much stronger than him.The blond boy reluctantly reported his name, and only then did he move his wand away from his back. He quickly turned around and noticed that the other party was the bartender he had just slandered. Looking closely at the wizard's face now, he was somewhat similar to Dumbledore.

"You are--"

"Aberforth Dumbledore," said the wizard grumpily, not paying any attention to the shocked expressions of the two boys. He pointed to the small room behind the bar. "Two Slytherins, what the hell. Hurry up!" I'm going to get out, I have other things to do."

The two walked through the dusty corridor and stopped in front of the room at the end of the corridor. There was a slight voice from inside, which was a bit familiar.Bryce pushed open the door, and the people inside quickly drew out their wands and pointed them at them. The two spread their hands to indicate that they were not threatening.

"Put down your weapons, Neville." Luna's drowsy voice broke the tense atmosphere, and the girl's pale golden hair glowed faintly in the flickering flames, "If Aberforth let them in, explain There's no threat," she looked blankly at Draco and Bryce with her big pale eyes, "Am I right?"

"Why are you here?" Blaise asked.It was only then that Draco noticed that there were more than a dozen students crowded into the small space in the room, and they seemed to be anxiously waiting to leave here. He looked up at the half-person-high doorway in the wall, full of curiosity.As if responding to his expectation, a brown head came out of it, and Seamus blurted out, "Malfoy? Why are you here? What the hell is going on!"

Draco and Bryce leaned against the wall, watching with disinterest the group of Gryffindors who always surrounded Harry, oh, and a Ravenclaw.Behind them, the fleeing students were crawling into the dark tunnel one by one in an orderly manner.Draco cleared his throat: "So, how do you know there is a secret tunnel here?" He raised his hand to stop Neville from explaining, "Stupid question, except for Harry Potter, the omnipotent One would guess that such an important secret is hidden here."

"You too?" Neville frowned, and he took out a shiny golden coin from his pocket, "It was indeed Harry who informed us, I just didn't expect—"

"Didn't expect us to be too? Indeed, it's the cunning Slytherin after all." Draco said lazily.

"Why haven't you idiots left yet!" Aberforth suddenly appeared at the door and yelled inside, his beard curled up.Blue eyes, as bright and piercing as Headmaster Dumbledore's, shone behind their lenses.Aberforth continued to mutter: "That's why I hate little brats. What's wrong with Albus that let that stinky brat Potter know about this place? Maybe I have to find a chance to discuss it with him in depth." With this question, one day all my secrets will be revealed by him. Ha!"

There was dead silence in the room, and no one knew what to say to assuage Aberforth's sudden displeasure.

There was another explosion outside, the wooden boards above their heads loosened, and dust covered their faces.Aberforth stomped furiously, twisted his body and rushed out again, and a few minutes later, he brought in two fifteen-year-old Hufflepuff students like chickens.Their robes were badly torn, stained with oddly colored fluids, and reeked of vomit.Draco showed a disgusted expression, waved his wand to remove the stain, and said deadpan: "I don't want to stay in this kind of place anymore, if you have anything else you want to discuss, please exclude me." Push through the crowd, climb onto the mantelpiece, and disappear into the dark tunnel.

Seamus, who had just been pushed aside, wrinkled his nose and complained gruffly: "What kind of attitude is that? Does he really think he is God? Anyone has to put up with him?"

"What is God?" Bryce, who was left behind, suddenly asked.

Several people familiar with Muggle culture all cast unbelievable glances at him, Bryce shrugged, and followed into the tunnel.It was a tunnel so deep that there was no end in sight, only the faint brass torches on the walls were used for lighting.Neville helped Luna onto the table and waited until everyone had disappeared before turning to face Aberforth.In the past two years, the boy has grown a lot, and his round face has become more defined. His firm brown eyes are shining in the firelight.

"I'm going to help Harry and the others."

"Oh, shut your mouth, Albus is over, he's not going to leave his precious student to the Dark Lord." Aberforth gave Neville a rough shove, and he was still talking loudly. Gasping, "I'm not going to save you from Death Eaters yet. I'm an old boner."

"You're not too old." Neville didn't know what to say.

"You're a bit of a fool, aren't you?" said Aberforth. "No one expected you to be there to correct me. But anyone who is a bit of a fool is brave, and I can see Gryffindor in you." Well, leave them alone, hurry up and catch up with your companions, the Aurors are about to show up too. Don't worry, Potter's life is very hard, maybe in half an hour, he will Lying in the hospital wing."