HP leap time

"You see, I knew he wouldn't say anything when Dumbledore was away." Ron laughed ironically, leaning lazily on the chair with one leg crossed.

In the quiet room, Fox's feathers could be heard fluttering, rustling, and it was combing its red tail feathers intently.The old people in the portraits are all focused on doing their own things, and no one pays attention to them.

The embarrassed three sat in a room with warm air flowing, and then drank warm water with honey in front of each other.

"If you insist on waiting for the Headmaster... Draco." Hermione finally couldn't hold back, and she and Ron exchanged glances. "No one can guarantee when he will end what he is doing. Every second you stay here, the risk of exposure will be greater!"

Draco sat there unresponsive, he took a sip of warm water, feeling the comfortable temperature from the back of his tongue to his throat.

"The Dark Lord has a new move." Draco finally spoke when Miss Gryffindor was really angry. He adjusted his sitting posture and spoke in a drawn-out tone. "The biggest counterattack so far."

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. "We all know that Professor Snape came back before you..."

"How are you going to deal with it?" Draco gave Hermione a complicated look. "This is an all-out attack from the Dark Lord in the true sense."

For a war in this embarrassing stalemate period, counterattacks in this situation generally have the purpose of burning.

"Since Voldemort can't wait." Hermione stood up and put the porcelain cup in her hand aside. "Anti-routine, this is easy to solve."

"Hogwarts has an advantage in defense. The Ministry of Magic has a very strong attack power. He wants to impersonate Hogwarts to weaken the Ministry of Magic's ability, and then break through the Ministry of Magic in one fell swoop..." Hermione's eyes lit up. "Since his real target is the Ministry of Magic, then he is ready to step on the nail."

"The school will open the magic circle." Ron said, looking at Hermione. "Since Voldemort wants to pretend to attack, then we will pretend to defend."

"The real core force will lie in ambush in London and break through Voldemort's main army." Ron continued, scratching his red hair a little excitedly. "A turning point, isn't it? This war will go down in history..."

If they won the battle for London, Draco couldn't help but feel his heart racing.Then Voldemort will find it difficult to regain his strength.

"Once this battle is over, Voldemort will surely fall into a passive state. The tug-of-war after such a long time will also end in this war." Hermione said. "Voldemort couldn't take it anymore."

Yes, yes, Voldemort would never have imagined that his plan had been analyzed so clearly by the Order of the Phoenix.

Draco raised his eyes. "What about Harry Potter? Will he stay at Hogwarts?"

Crackling, the fire rang, and the air in the air instantly became viscous.

Hermione and Ron looked at each other and spoke again.

"Hogwarts will be guarded by part of the Order of the Phoenix and DA..." She bit her lip. "Harry will join the others in supporting the Ministry."

"Join the war...London!"

"Well...let's continue his self-righteousness." Draco took a long time to speak, and he smirked skillfully, his pale cheeks glowing softly under the candlelight.

"Sooner or later he's going to die somewhere..." Draco lowered his eyes. "The Battle of London, a battle that will be decisive, in which the Savior must die."

"You don't need to ask about Harry, Malfoy! Use that hypocritical tone of yours." Ron couldn't help but interjected, his mouth cracking into a smile, but his tone was soaring. "How can he not fight with such a strong ability? He is not like you, Malfoy, who only dares to be a burrowing owl honestly... He is a powerful guy who has lived for two lives, you should know less His odds of winning the war have been reduced by a few percent.”

"Ron!" Hermione snapped, anger in her brown eyes. "You have no right to say that!"

Ron froze for a few seconds and spoke again.

"Sorry." He shrugged.

"You don't have to curse him against your will in front of us." Hermione looked back at the big boy with blue-gray eyes.

"Really?" Draco smiled, hiding his hands in his robes, then raised his head to meet the girl standing there. "I don't see how sincere you are to him. With Potter's IQ, you actually let him go to the battlefield again and again?"

Draco narrowed his eyes. "Don't take taking advantage of it for granted."

"Nobody's using him!" roared Ron. "You don't spout blood."

"Isn't it? Weasley." Draco stood up, raised his head in embarrassment, and looked back and forth with his emotional eyes. "Aren't you just using him? Using his memory, his ability, and his hatred to increase the so-called odds of winning? What made you have to send a boy to the battlefield to die?"

"It seems that you have been a Death Eater for a long time, Malfoy! What do you think we are for?" Ron took two steps forward, blushing and roaring thickly. "What do you think Harry is up to?"

"Victory, win this war." Ron said through gritted teeth. "Everyone is trying and taking a risk!"

"Are you adventurous?" Draco said. "Squatting in the lounge and wiping the children's tears, or hiding in the castle and pretending to practice those basic spells?"

"Whew..." A golden offensive spell shot out from the tip of Ron's staff.

"go to hell!"

Draco rolled over to dodge, and the spell slammed on the leg of the chair, and with the crackling sound, sawdust scattered all over the ground.

"Ron!" Hermione took his arm. "clam down!"

"Draco Malfoy." Hermione suppressed the anger in her body and looked back at the boy who aimed his wand at her. "If that's how you vent your unease, then you're really naive!!"

The atmosphere suddenly became fierce, and everyone firmly grasped their wands and pointed at each other.

The confrontation between Gryffindor and Slytherin, Fawkes fluttered his feathers, rustling like fine sand falling on metal.

"good evening!"

At some point, the white-bearded old man was already standing at the door, and no one knew how he got in.

"children."

Dumbledore smiled at them, his white beard gleaming in the candlelight, and he waved a hand from under his moon-patterned robes.The cooling water in the cup began to mist again.

"Drink some hot water, children, winter is approaching." Dumbledore blinked his blue eyes and raised his cup to them.

"Professor." Draco's face suddenly changed.

Almost as different as before, he put away his wand and walked around Hermione to Dumbledore.

"I know where the rest of the Horcruxes are," he whispered, and Hermione gasped behind him.

"You didn't come with us when you first came..." She shook her head and gave the blond boy a confused look.

So you still didn't plan to tell us anything before?Ron gritted his teeth secretly.

"Oh, tell me." Dumbledore put away his smile and looked up at Draco seriously.

Draco lowered his head grimly.

"The Dark Lord seems to... extracted those soul fragments from it and turned them back into his own magic power... which made him even stronger!"

"That's impossible." Hermione shook her head. "It doesn't make sense, he paid the price to divide the soul piece... and now it's starting again..."

"Unless he's afraid of something," said Dumbledore. "Miss Granger."

"But..." Ron frowned. "Are you lying, Malfoy."

Draco's Adam's apple rolled, and he and Dumbledore stared at each other for a long time.

"I don't know, I don't know why he did that," he said, and Draco's lowered eyelashes twitched.

How could he not know?Of course he knew what the Dark Lord was afraid of... what could the Dark Lord be afraid of?He could only be afraid of Harry, no, to be precise, it was the thing in Harry's body. The Dark Lord probably never thought that the soul piece would grow apart from himself, and this independent growth made him start to feel afraid.

Dumbledore turned to look at them, the candlelight clearly illuminating every wrinkle on his face.

"If that's the case, he must have killed the snake too."

"It's still there," Draco said. "The Dark Lord didn't touch it. It was more important to the Dark Lord than he thought."

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"I think it's worth Voldemort's risk at any cost..."

It wasn't until they put things and strategies together again that they realized that it was already dark and everything was quiet.

"You're doing well, Draco." Dumbledore paused, then raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder and said gently. "I am truly touched by the courage and conviction that is in your body."

"Maybe..." Draco whispered, stepping back to the fireplace.

"Maybe the next time we meet will be during the war." He looked up at Hermione again, when Ron had already returned to the waiting room to avoid suspicion. "goodbye."

"A week from now...indeed, Draco," Hermione couldn't help but continued. "If, I think... I mean."

"If you have a chance, you can write him back. You know, he has been waiting..."

Draco looked at her silently, and the blue flame behind him began to rise slowly.

"Will you tell him about Voldemort destroying the Horcruxes?"

"Of course! But you... are indeed avoiding my question."

"No, no." Draco stepped into the flame, soft light blue light surged in his eye sockets. "There's nothing to escape from that."

"I don't want to write back."

"Just don't want to."