Chapter 507: Draco and Funeral

For the entire Order of the Phoenix, the words leaked from Draco's mouth are naturally a clue worth paying attention to, but for Draco himself, there is not much consideration at present.
Although he not only cast a magic spell outside the school, he also chanted one of the three unforgivable spells. But let alone mention that he did not release it, even if it is released, it is not a top priority in this time period.
After that, Lupin and Tonks only mentioned in the mission record about Draco practicing the spell under the hillside, in order to deal with it later. As for Draco, he went on his journey to find a place without any knowledge.
In fact, as long as you don't have to find a place to stay near Hogwarts, there is still a lot of choice. Not to mention Diagon Alley, there are many other wizard streets opened in a corner of Muggle World. Even if you take a lot of effort to find it, you can find even the wizard store opened in Muggle World .
In this modern magic world, except for some pure-blood fanatics, in fact, many ordinary wizards no longer resist the existence of Muggles. Even some wizards are particularly interested in those Muggles. This is evident in Hogwarts's Muggle Studies course.
Like Ron's father Arthur, he was the kind of wizard who was particularly interested in Muggle things. The reason why he was noticed because of this is that his pure blood family origin. Without the drag of the title "Pure Blood Renegade", I am afraid that not many people would care whether he likes Muggles or hates Muggles.
With regard to Hutchipach's ideas and actions of treating students equally and recruiting students widely, in the hundreds of years of circulation, an irresistible trend has gradually formed. Maybe in the near future, the beautiful scene of Muggle and Wizards living in harmony may not be a ridiculous nonsense.
Of course, maybe Maca sometimes thinks about these seemingly interesting futures, but it will be more difficult for Draco to feel what comes out.
After leaving the snow this time, he went to a lesser-known wizard alley at will and dealt with it in a hostel for two days.
During this period, he thought about a lot of things about Voldemort and his family, but the more he thought about him, the more clueless.
Sometimes, strength may not be everything, but that is only limited to the premise that the difference in strength is not large; if Voldemort is compared with Maca now, it seems that it is really a bad way, but you can find it if you think about it. In fact, Voldemort is stronger than the past by more than a star!
A wizard as powerful as him, coupled with his usual cruelty, would be easier than he thought to wipe out the entire Malfoy family.
Because of this, Draco was walking on the way to Hogwarts, and he squeezed his lips tightly, and he didn't even change his expression along the way.
He can now be considered to understand the last resort of his father Lucius—instead of himself, if he was threatened and persecuted by a big devil who kills people like chickens, it would be even worse.
In the past, he had never directly contacted Voldemort, and even once secretly worshiped the former Dark Lord. But now, when he was truly shrouded in Voldemort's shadow, he didn't know how ridiculous his blind vision was when he was young.
Whether killed or killed, I am afraid it was not what Draco Malfoy wanted.
He could be a little arrogant in the school, and he was not really convinced when facing McLean. But now he finally realized that it was only because there was no threat of death in the school and there was no cruel reality.
"Should I ..." Draco stepped, his face struggling, "Should I ask McLean for help?"
But at this moment, he suddenly felt an inexplicable coldness rising on his spine, making him shudder.
"What's going on?" Draco turned quickly, his hand immediately reached the magic wand on the inside of his robe. "Who? Who is there?"
Unfortunately, behind him is only a small street with few people. Although there are several wizards walking on their own, there is nothing suspicious.
So what happened just now? That feeling was as if someone was staring coldly at himself, giving him the illusion that he would be swallowed in the next moment.
Although it's winter now, everyone walking on the road is cold, but Draco has already sweated unconsciously.
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About ten minutes later, Draco finally arrived at Hogwarts Castle.
He woke up early today ... No, I have to say, but he hasn't slept well these days. When he went to Hogsmeade Village, he found that because today is the public day of the funeral, there are many people going to Hogsworth Castle.
He was indeed an early batch, but walking on the path leading to the school, he still felt a little crowded.
Today, Hogwarts prepared a lot of breakfasts to entertain a large number of guests who came to watch the ceremony. Most people went to the auditorium and took their seats.
If you ask, this is certainly not as simple as a breakfast. Large-scale collective activities like today are rare in the entire magical world. Even those wizards who have no friendship with Dumbledore will come here eagerly, just to participate in a fun.
For those around Dumbledore, today is a painful and sad day; but for some ordinary wizards, this is still a good time to expand friendships and expand relationships.
Draco was still sitting at the long table at Slytherin, eating breakfast in silence. In fact, he had eaten before he came, but once he returned to the school, his heart suddenly became loose. This school called Hogwarts is a place full of security for many people, even him Draco.
Not long after, Maca also appeared in the auditorium. But he saw him calmly coming out of the side porch, passing the front end of the long table, and then sitting quietly on the teaching bench with a look of calm.
When Marka appeared, Draco suddenly noticed that many of his eyes were narrowing towards him, and immediately followed, many of them glanced at him again.
Maybe someone was watching him just now, but this time the sight will be much clearer. Bathed in these eyes, Draco resisted the uneasiness in his heart and ate breakfast with expressionless expression.
He certainly understood why those people looked at themselves, and that was because of his father, Lucius Malfoy. Recently, his father was forced to stand on the front line of the fiercest struggle, and has appeared several times. The well-informed wizards have already been clear.
He Draco appeared here today, obviously what Voldemort meant. This is not only a fact, but also something he can figure out, and he is naturally sad.
It was at this moment that another line of sight also turned to Draco's direction. At first he buried himself in his meal, but after a while, the light in the corner of his eye found the owner of the sight.
He could be ignored if others saw him, but Marka looked at him, but it made him feel a little complicated.
Subconsciously, Draco stopped the fork in his hand, looked up at the faculty seat, and looked at Maca's eyes slightly.
The eyes of the two were closed at one touch, and then they both replied and bowed their heads, continuing to enjoy the breakfast in front of them.
At that time, Maca naturally didn't feel much, he just felt that this might be a signal or provocation or suggestion from Voldemort; but on the side of Draco, he began to shake his heart.
He couldn't make up his mind to find Maca, not only because of the pride of pure blood hidden in his heart, but also because ... McLean had any reason to help him Draco? Is there any reason to help him Malfoy?
If the positions of the two sides are relocated ~ EbookFREE.me ~ he consciously won't help a person who has had conflicts. In this case, it is considered polite not to fall into the hole.
Draco still remembers that he used the word "mud" to show his contempt for Granger, and even scolded McLean together, and then McLean sent him directly to the whole body. Bondage curse.
"... Speaking of, what is McLean's origins?" Draco thought about it, and looked over to Maca again, and suddenly fell into doubt.
But no matter what he thought, the breakfast came to an end unknowingly. After most of the guests put down the cutlery in one hand and wiped his mouth with a napkin, Professor McGonagall stood up arrogantly. Come here.
Soon, everyone stopped eating, and some whispered conversations quickly disappeared. Everyone knows that today's topic is finally coming.
"Everyone, it's almost time," McGonagall's voice resounded through the hall under the power of magic. "Please follow the professor in our school, and move to the open space in the forefront of the castle and wait for a moment--"
The guests heard that they got up and left their seats, followed by several professors who had been waiting at the door and moved out. Draco naturally followed them, and emerged from the auditorium while keeping silent.
White snowflakes were still falling outside, and the wind was constantly getting stronger and denser. This was a fierce snowstorm, and it was breathless.
Feeling the ache-like pain on his cheeks, Draco narrowed his eyes and moved forward without a word. He had only thought about death not long ago, and for the first time felt the weight of a funeral.