Chapter 521: Draco's help

In Hogwarts, the snakes and lions have always been deadly opponents.
Maybe it ’s because of their personality, they may not be pleasing to each other, or it may be some historical issues that originate from the founders of Sarach Slytherin and Godric Gryffindor As long as the college students are on the same occasion, they will either noisy or simply turn around and leave.
It would be very rare to think of sitting at the same table for breakfast today.
However, based on the performance of Slughorn and Draco, this time they seem to be discussing something before the meal. At this moment, when everyone saw Slughorn taking the initiative to give Draco a speech, most of them looked at the latter with confusion.
It was a hard work to be surrounded by a group of people who were not very friendly. Draco obviously showed a kind of uncomfortable look. But bad experiences always make people change. This time, instead of raising his chin as usual, he showed his "noble temperament", but lowered his head slightly, and his gaze moved upwards on the table. indefinite.
"I ..." He opened his mouth, but just spoke, and twisted his body as if he were all wrong. "No, Mr. Slughorn ... I think I'm still ..."
"I don't think we can hesitate any more," Slughorn showed his obsession rare. You know, a smooth old man like him usually doesn't urge others hard, "think of your parents ,child."
Draco said a few words lightly. Most people didn't understand what he said, and it seemed that he was persuading himself for some reason. After a while, he raised his head with his teeth.
"McLean, I ... please ... yes, please rescue my father," Draco closed his eyes and squeezed a word from his throat, "He was just forced, I can't just watch him get locked in Azkaban. "
In just one sentence, it seemed to have exhausted all his strength. After he had said that, his tight shoulders collapsed sharply, and he dropped his face again and became silent.
Draco's words were like a silencing spell that silenced the table. Everyone is thinking about this sentence, some surprised and some doubted, and Slughorn is waiting for everyone to wait slowly.
The next moment, with the exception of Draco, everyone's eyes focused on Maca. Everyone looked at his face, as if to find any clues from his expression.
It's a pity that when Maca thinks about things, she never shows it on her face. Especially after experiencing a loss of emotion, this habit of controlling expressions becomes more obvious.
Maca was certainly a little surprised, but no one else was so surprised. Such a request from Draco was unexpected, but reasonable.
Since Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy, was on the front line before Voldemort's death, the exposure of his Death Eater identity was a foregone conclusion. When Voldemort lost power for the first time, Lucius could rely on the power of the family to get rid of the charges, but because he had not revealed his identity at that time, but this time it was apparently inevitable.
Maca didn't know much about the review process of the Ministry of Magic, but now that Draco has been forced to ask for himself, presumably the new Minister of the Ministry of Rufus Scrimgeour wants to make a mess.
After all, the "original Auror's office director" was a fiercely popular character after all. He had never been soft with black wizards, and even if Maca was willing to pull him, he would have encountered a lot of resistance.
You know, for every Minister of Magic, every additional Voldemortian party arrested is equivalent to a considerable amount of political achievements! This is not so easy to do in public and private.
But for Maca, the first thing he had to think about was interest—to help Lucius once, in exchange for a great deal of kindness for himself and the school from his Hogwarts manager. Or just leave it alone, one less wall grass that dangles, come to him without seeing or worrying?
"I probably know something about your father Lucius Malfoy," Maca said, looking at Draco calmly. No one knew what he was thinking about at that time. "I can Try ... "
"Really?" Draco looked up suddenly, his eyes flashing with excitement.
No matter how good and bad are, the child is the child after all. As far as a teenager is concerned, changes in his parents and family always affect his life and everything.
Maca's half-affirmative answer is equivalent to the only rope that can bear the weight, and how can Draco get stuck in the deep well without reaching out?
"Now the Ministry of Magic is not the time when Fudge was in charge. You better not hold too much hope," Maca thought for a while. "Even if I fight for your father with all my strength, you must do well to receive a body The mental preparation of the father who wanted the warrant. "
"Why ... what do you mean?" Draco asked subconsciously.
Maca shook her head slightly.
"I think you understand what I'm talking about." He didn't explain the sentence clearly.
In fact, even if Maca didn't say it, Draco could understand what he meant. In other words, maybe Maka had stolen his father from Azkaban by that time-of course, if he had to squat for a few days.
If Lucius had ever done anything that was so irritating, Maca couldn't think of a few things anyway. Or in other words, the guy was caught in the middle from the beginning, he didn't even have the chance to do bad things.
It was only recently that he was forced by the situation and had to collide with the Order of the Phoenix, making several small messes. The punishment for throwing Lucius into Azkaban may be a bit unreasonable.
But in this case, in addition to the family of Lucius's relatives, who would think that the trial was unreasonable? If it hadn't been for Draco's mention here today, Maca wouldn't even have noticed.
"I see." Draco nodded his face darkly, then stopped talking.
"Don't you even say" thank you "?" Ron muttered softly, but there was a silence on the table. Everyone heard his murmur.
Draco's neck went red for a while, and he habitually wanted to sneer at Ron, but he just put up with a sigh of relief. The requests that were so difficult to speak just now have been spoken out, and now if we talk a little, we might have to wipe out all the efforts we had previously made.
After seeing his mouth open and close a few times, Fu pouted again and gave up the benefit of that tongue.
But ... should I say "thank you" at this time? Draco glanced at Maca, and drew a few words in his mind that were unfamiliar to his Master Malfoy, only to find that he couldn't say anything.
"Don't say anything," Maca waved. "As long as you remember, I'll just agree because you're a Hogwarts. In school, Slytherin and Gryffin It does n’t matter how you look at it ... you can graduate and leave school, and you should only remember 'Hogwarts', not in that college, understand? "
Draco took a deep breath, then nodded silently. Ron wanted to laugh at the suggestion, but when Marka glared at him, he had to put away his gloating expression.
"Maca, you're more and more like a real professor," Hermione said with a smile.
"Miss Granger is right," said Slughorn, and he couldn't help but nodded, "McLean was also right ... we are all Hogwarts students, if we don't Unite, so who else should unite? In my opinion, Slytherin and Gryffindor have no irreconcilable conflicts ... "
He said ~ EbookFREE.me ~ a moment, a sudden flash of light in his eyes.
"... Speaking of this, I suddenly remembered what happened when I was Dean Slytherin," Slughorn said cheerfully. "I think you all know that there are many outstanding students I have taught. Wizard ... In fact, most of them have joined a small organization I founded, Slytherin and Gryffindor! I think you can join them together to unite Hogwarts How about being a leader? "
"Do you mean your" slug club "?" Maca casually said. "Okay, I can name it, but you don't have to entangle Harry. They should do well now Study, don't you? "
"Oh, you're right ..." Slughorn was a joy first, but then he looked at Harry and Hermione reluctantly, and seemed to be sorry for it, "Well ... even after graduation, No later, yes ... it should be no later ... "
This breakfast ended in the regretful look of the bald old man, and everyone left to where they should go. Maca also returned to his office and planned to sort out the materials for the lessons prepared in the ward of St. Mungo.
But before he turned over a few documents, he heard a few thumping sounds behind the curtain behind him, knocking the window glass straight.
He knew that most of it was Owl Mafa coming, maybe it was some letter package or something for him.
However, he saw that he waved his hands casually, and the heavy curtains slammed aside to him, and the windows crunched outwards, and Chaoyang suddenly spilled into his messy and crowded office.
Immediately, one of the envelopes slipped onto his desk.