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On either side of the door, the strong-looking wizard with the bristly hair cut short, whom Draco had seen when he followed Lucius into the Ministry of Magic; the freckled, bespectacled Percy Weasley by the wall Walking around excitedly, he held a quill and a thick roll of parchment in his hands, apparently ready to take notes.

"Minister, I caught Malfoy who came out of nowhere, he..." Umbridge seemed to be planning to start causing trouble for Draco without any reason.

Draco interrupted the toad without hesitation: "Miss Umbridge, please be careful with your words, Hogwarts does not have any school rules preventing students from appearing anywhere in the school, and at the same time , It was you who disturbed my study arrangement tonight very unconsciously, 'request' me to accompany you to the principal's office!"

Draco's blunt words turned Umbridge's expression into a rotten tomato, but Umbridge immediately became excited as if he had found a flaw.

"He's on his way to Gryffindor Tower," said Umbridge, with an unseemly excitement in her tone, "I caught him with my own hands!!" Finished, Um Rich also shot Draco a provocative look.

"It's not curfew time. I finished reading the book and walked on the only way back to the Slytherin common room. Is there something wrong?" The regular resident looked at Umbridge, and had to say that Master Malfoy's current language skills have been passed on by his lover - Snape - and he was so mad that he couldn't pay for his life.

"Slytherin and Gryffindor have always been at odds, there must be some kind of conspiracy for you to appear near the Gryffindor tower!!" Umbridge seemed determined to put the responsibility on Draco's head .

"Ms. Umbridge, your academic performance at Hogwarts was not good enough. Hogwarts Castle did not give you the opportunity to open the 'room of request' recorded in the school history. Excellent Malfoys who are all "O"s - no chance to see the wonders of the castle!" After finishing speaking, Draco raised his head high, almost planning to stab Umbridge to death with his sharp chin up.

As if the above words were not satisfying enough, Draco glanced at Umbridge with contempt, and added: "Ms. Umbridge, don't be so jealous that you are not good enough to find an excuse to eradicate the current Outstanding student at Hogwarts."

Everyone waited for a few minutes, no one looking at anyone, and then Draco heard the door open behind him.

Umbridge entered the room beside him, clutching the shoulders of Cho Chang's curly-haired friend, Marietta, who covered her cheek with her hands.

"Don't panic, dear, don't be afraid," Professor Umbridge said softly, patting her on the back. "It's all right now. You've done the right thing. The Minister is happy with you. He'll tell you Mom, you're a good girl. Minister, Marietta's mother."

She looked up at Fudge and added, "It's Mrs. Eckmore from the Office of the Flyway Network, Department of Magical Transport. You know, she's helping us keep an eye on the Hogwarts fires."

"That's great, that's great!" said Fudge enthusiastically. "Like a mother, like a daughter, er... well, tell me, come on, darling, hold your head up, don't be shy, let's listen Listen to you... oh my god!"

When Marietta looked up, Fudge jumped back in shock, almost falling into the fire.He cursed and stomped on the hem of his cloak, which was starting to smoke.Marietta wailed and pulled the collar of her robe up to her eyes, but before she could do so, Draco saw that a series of dense purple pustules had crawled across her nose and cheeks, showing the image of "Snitch". Words make her face so ugly and ugly.

"Don't worry about the spots now, dear," said Umbridge impatiently, "pull the robe off your mouth and tell the Minister!" But Marietta gave another muffled wail, shaking desperately. Heads up.

"Hmph, well then, you silly girl, I'll tell them," said Umbridge grumpily.She quickly put on a disgusting smile and said: "Well, Minister, this Miss Aikemo came to my office this evening shortly after dinner and said she had something to tell me. She said if I found something good for me when I went into a back room on the eighth floor, which is said to be sometimes called the Room of Requirement. When I questioned her further, she admitted that there was some kind of party there. Sadly, at the time These curses," she waved impatiently at Marietta's face hidden in her robe, "began to work, and she couldn't help but be sad when she suddenly saw her own face in my mirror. Tell me."

"Oh, yes," said Fudge, staring at Marietta with what he thought were amiable, benevolent expression, "you went and informed Professor Umbridge, my dear, that was a very brave thing to do. Yours Behavior is quite right. Now, would you like to tell me what happened at the meeting? What was the purpose of the meeting and who was there?"

But Marietta didn't want to speak, she just shook her head again, her eyes widened in shock at Draco's "kind" smirk.

"Have we broken the spell for this?" Fudge asked Umbridge impatiently, gesturing toward Marietta's face, "so she can speak freely."

"I haven't been able to find it yet," Umbridge admitted reluctantly.

It seems that Miss Granger's ability to create spells has not declined, Draco nodded in satisfaction.

"But it doesn't matter if she doesn't speak, I can speak for her."

"You may recall, Minister, that I reported to you in October that Potter had met many of his classmates at the Pig's Head in Hogsmeade."

"Do you have any evidence for this?" Professor McGonagall interjected.

"I have the testimony of Willie Widshine, Minerva, who happened to be in the bar at the time. He did have a lot of veils wrapped around him, but his hearing was not damaged at all," said Umbridge complacently. "He heard everything Potter said and rushed straight to the school to report to me"

"Oh, it's because of this that he was exonerated from the prosecution of the toilet sewage backflush incident he caused!" Professor McGonagall raised his eyebrows and said, "Our judicial system is really eye-opening!"

"Shameless depravity!" roared a portrait of a fat wizard with a red nose on the wall behind Dumbledore's desk. Don't do that!"

"Thank you, Fusco, that's enough." Dumbledore said calmly.

"Potter's meeting with these students," continued Professor Umbridge, "was to persuade them to join an illegal society whose object was to learn spells and curses which the Ministry of Magic had ruled to be unlawful." suitable for students”

"I think you'll find yourself mistaken on this one, Dolores," said Dumbledore softly, staring at Umri from over the half-moon spectacles drooping over his crooked nose. strange.

"Draco Malfoy is a standard Slytherin, and his relationship with Gryffindor students has always been tense. Although you didn't find out what Potter and the others did to push the matter to Malfoy, but, I think Connelly, you don't think Slytherin has any friendship with Gryffindor, do you?" After speaking, Dumbledore suddenly laughed mischievously.

Dumbledore's words "Slytherin and Gryffindor have friendship" made the fat on Fudge's face jump, and a lot of sweat broke out on his face. Obviously, Fudge didn't believe this statement.Fudge glared at Umbridge angrily, and opened Hogwarts through the fireplace with a few people who followed, and Umbridge looked at her angry boss, hesitated and followed suit .

After all these idlers had left, Dumbledore's expression returned to seriousness.

"Mr. Malfoy, thank you today, Harry and the others... are still children..."

"Professor Dumbledore, I just want to ask you, if your current arrangement goes smoothly, what are the chances of Harry surviving?" Draco looked at Dumbledore and McGonagall in the headmaster's room, and began without hesitation. asked questions.

Dumbledore's complexion suddenly became very bad, as if the magic power had been drained from his whole body.

"You... Minerva, you go out first, I have something to talk to Malfoy alone." After Dumbledore gave Draco a very serious look, he directly told McGonagall to leave the principal's room.

"Professor Dumbledore, we don't need to go around in circles. I have already found out what caused the scar on Harry's head, but I want to know if he can survive." Draco's statement was very direct, but the topic of the question But it was obviously planning for the future—if Harry wasn't lucky enough to survive this time, then he had to make plans for the Malfoy family in advance.

"Draco, my child, you should know that no matter how I arrange things, there will always be accidents. I can only do my best to keep Harry alive." The exhausted look on Dumbledore's face has disappeared Can't hide it, this child who was still arrogant and domineering has now become a qualified head of the family, cunning and living for the family.

"Well, Professor Dumbledore, let's make a deal. You hand over a paragraph of 'The Malfoys are the Order of the Phoenix'