Chapter 137: The return of Dumbledore

Hermione quickly flipped through the newspaper, skipping some of the past that she had already known, or even better understood, that she had learned through the truth-pouring agent, even more clearly than in the newspaper.
These words have no effect on her understanding of the truth behind.
"Hermione, don't read it. You need to rest now." Harry reached out and grabbed a corner of the newspaper to stop Hermione from turning over.
"The following content was written by reporters blindly, don't care." Ron took the conversation and glared at Harry fiercely, so it was too much to cover.
Hermione ignored the words they said, but continued to pull the newspaper back in front of her, sweeping through the eyes with ten lines.
"The dwarf Peter who planned to be pierced was angry and angry. He needed the life of our savior, Harry Potter, to avenge his master, but he was seen through, and the dwarf Peter would not know that he would pretend to be before him. The Draco Malfoy under control has secretly set everything against Dumbledore’s headmaster and set it up, and set up a net for him, just to avoid playing the grass and the snake, this plan has been kept secret very well.

"As for why not turn to the Ministry of Magic? The actions of Minister of Magic Fudge a few days ago must have left a deep impression on readers. Draco Malfoy made this decision without any doubt. The author's next words are only Represents the author's personal point of view and has nothing to do with the Daily Prophet."
"Fuji really should step down, and I even suspect that he and Dwarf Peter Peter are at a loss. If the student really chooses to inform him, I think Fuji will even suppress this news in order to keep his position."
"Fuji did this kind of thing. For details, please see the third edition of the newspaper. Our reporter went into the department of the Ministry of Magic to conduct an interview. The dementors committed more things than we reported. Yes, but it was overwhelmed by Fudge’s concealment policy. When the Minister of the Ministry of Magic lost credibility with the masses, it’s time for him to step down.

Hermione now even suspects that her memory has been tampered with. She still remembers clearly that at Hogsmeade, it was Malfoy who provided Fudge with the information about Sirius Black, so on the evening of the end of the festival, Fudge He pulled Peter the dwarf star to the stage.
At this moment a terrible guess came out of Hermione's heart.
Fudge was also a victim.
"It's time to go, Ron." Harry whispered against Ron's shoulder and pressed against his ear. "She is about to see the report later. I think we would be embarrassed if we were here." So Ha Leigh half-forced and half-requested to pull Ron's collar and drag him out of the ward.
Concentrated Hermione did not notice the departure of the two by the bed, but continued to look back attentively.
"Unfortunately, Peter Pettigrew lost his mind at that time, and became more and more mad, just before he was about to be arrested, he took a girl student at Hogwarts."
"Rita Skeeter's writing is really good. It's still so inflammatory to watch it again. Even I think you have fallen in love with me." A familiar voice came from Hermione's left hand, making her whole His body froze for an instant, and at this opportunity, a powerful hand snatched the newspaper she was looking at.
"The vulgar hero Jiu Mei is written as so sensational and touching, which is also her skill." The boy said with a chuckle.
Still with that dazzling blond hair and casual tone, Malfoy was now standing by the hospital bed and looking at Hermione.
"Oh, looking at your eyes, the confusion has disappeared. I think you have guessed what happened, how is it? Am I right? Classmate Granger?"
Hermione was too late to be ashamed of Rita Skeeter's poor and exaggerated writing, and she portrayed herself as a who fell in love with someone at first sight because she was saved! But now she has more important questions to ask Malfoy in front of her, confirming her guess that no more emotions are used elsewhere.
"You" Hermione's tight lips were about to open, and a syllable was heard, but it was interrupted again.
"This is not the attitude towards life-saving benefactors, Miss Granger." Malfoy put the issuer's daily newspaper back on the bedside table and said lightly.
"The only thing I can tell you now is that you listen carefully and don't intervene." Malfoy started to walk around the hospital bed and looked around, making sure that only two of them were left before saying: " There must be no mistake in your memory. If someone revises it, it will certainly be revised to what the newspaper said. That will be once and for all for us. However, an old man opposes this practice, so all can be done."
Malfoy shrugged helplessly, and then said: "You can guess what happened, but it is best not to try to tell the truth about what you think, otherwise, the two guys who are finally free will probably be Cooperate with the investigation because your confession changed."
"Professor Lupin and Sirius are okay?" Hermione asked excitedly, and his pale face, which had just been comatose for a long time, was now covered with excited flushing.
"At least better than you are now." Malfoy glanced at Hermione lying on the bed and said sarcastically.
There are still many questions in her heart, such as the reasons for the performance of Moody and Malfoy at that time. At that time, she had really completely lost hope, but the result was a huge reversal. At least the result now is so let People are happy, and their inner guilt has completely disappeared.
The only thing she cares about is whether the little dwarf star Peter has been arrested and brought to justice. The others don’t want to think about it again, that is not something she can contact.
"Thank you." Hermione wanted to ask other words, but somehow she stopped in her throat, but she just spit out the word.
"My previous words are still counted. Take care of your hair and teeth first and then tell me these meaningless words, then I may still consider it carefully." Malfoy waved his hand and said so, then he turned Head to the door of the ward, no longer looked at Hermione's expression.
Poor Hermione could only grab the sheet, staring at the back of this abominable man with an expression of indignation.
With a click, the door was gently closed, and the calmness returned to the ward, his shadow completely disappearing into Hermione's sight.
"Huh." Malfoy sat casually on a chair outside the ward and took a long breath.
"It's too shameful to play the innocent girl's drama, but it's still worth it~EbookFREE.me~ Malfoy can only sigh inwardly, lowering his head, and he can't help it. These days, his Acting progress is fast, various roles are seamlessly switched, from the young veteran conspirator, the negotiator who is back and forth, and the pure student who does not blink. All of them exhausted his energy.
But soon, his eyes rose again, because he saw a long, silver-white beard hanging in front of him.
"Hello, Professor Dumbledore, we haven't seen you for a long time." Malfoy raised his hand and followed Dumbledore's friendly greeting.
Dumbledore was standing in front of him now, his blue eyes looking at him carefully.
"You have a big problem for me." Dumbledore squeezed his flowing beard and said in a slightly complaining tone.
"Your sense of responsibility is so strong, even if I don't say it, you will definitely think of other ways. How, how is the group of guys tuned?" Malfoy asked casually.
"It's no problem." Dumbledore said easily.
"What about the mouse?" Malfoy asked.
"Look for yourself." Dumbledore raised the wand in his hand.
A dazzling white light suddenly emerged from the tip of Dumbledore's wand, and then a huge projection suddenly appeared on the white wall opposite Malfoy.
A skinny mouse was running desperately, and the little eyes kept watching the surroundings carefully, even if it was dark all around.
The mouse is surrounded by tall shrubs and needle-shaped plants, covering all the light, obviously it is not night, but in the lower half of the forest structure, it is dim and dim, and the rat's claws step on the dry leaves falling on the ground On the road, there was a rustling sound of leaves being crushed, and a few thick beasts roared from time to time in the distance, adding a little dangerous atmosphere to the forest.