Some corner of the library.
Draco slapped the portrait with no respect for the school's ancestors.
"You can't even teach me a curse, why are you so useless?"
——He actually despised the other party so much.
"I wonder if the school's regulations were too light back then," Godric said, "so that today's students don't have the good virtue to respect their teachers at all."
Draco: "Then I'm still awake because the one who deserves my respect was taken away by Harry! You also know that I am your student, so you can't teach me a few curses that can poison Nott and Longbottom together, or throw them away To a corner that no one else can find?!"
"As a former principal, I cannot instigate my students to curse and kill other students. This is against my principles," Godric said under his palm. "It's useless even if you have a sala with you. You You should be glad that you are taking me with you. If it were him, he would reprimand you strictly and give you a punishment you would never expect."
"how about you?"
Draco threw himself into the armchair and asked fiercely.
"And I will tell you some harmless little ideas." Godric showed a smile that could only be understood but not expressed, which made Draco's eyes light up.
"Tell me about it?" he whispered to the portrait, "knock him unconscious and throw him into the black lake to feed the octopus, or put some kind of love spell on him so that he hugs Weasley, kisses him and shouts 'my love' ? Or do you want to teach me divination to peep into some of his little secrets, sell them to the Daily Prophet, and make him disgraced and thrown into Diagon Alley?"
Godric's mouth twitched.
"I know you're angry, boy," he said, "but you have to know these are just - little snags, oh why am I here to tell you this, I'm not good at this -" The blonde in the portrait The handsome man said sternly, "Those who want to talk will never shut up. No matter how severe the punishment, the gossip can't stop the spread of gossip among the crowd. Just like back then, some people said that Sala secretly massacred students from non-wizard families, but in fact There is not a single name missing from our student roster!”
Draco's face dropped again.
"You mean I just have to watch that damn bastard talk nonsense?" he said.
Godric smiled and asked him: "Listen to me, kid - does anyone really believe this?"
"Didn't you hear what they were saying?" Draco said with an irritating look of "Are you deaf?" "There are always idiots who think that someone - someone wants and can harm them. There is always. They don't dare to say it to their faces. , kept talking privately."
"I don't see how this will hinder Harry," Godric said. "No one would hurt him with such small talk, and it can't be done."
"You don't understand!" Draco took out a box of cookies from his bag and put a piece into his mouth irritably. He remembered what Harry told him about how he was not welcome in the Muggle school, and what he was not welcome in. The Muggle who remembered his name secretly said that Harry was a bit weird. He remembered that once Harry changed his appearance and looked a little better, he became popular. He remembered that when Harry stopped him from taking care of the fat man, he said that he had also been bullied in this way. Things, "He hates these, and the rumors are always half-Avatar! How was my uncle convicted in the first place? There was no trial, no evidence, and no truth serum. Everyone said that the eldest son of the Black family was indeed the same as him. The family joined together - joined that person's camp, and so he was convicted and sent to Azkaban! Even if he foolishly thought it was all his fault at the time, even if everyone thought he was the secret keeper at the time, This is also inconsistent with judicial procedures!”
The speaker never cares about reality - they always see only what they want to see.
"Laws are usually never discussed when wars end badly. I know that," Godric said very calmly. "It's a pity that this is a peaceful era. No one can use this to catch Harry in Azkaban, and the hogwarts' magic will not be recognized." A student who replaced someone else's name, why do you think we have to read the names one by one? At that moment, the magic took effect on the students."
The second half of his sentence made Draco's eyes light up, but thinking about the moral character of people nowadays, he curled his lips and said disgustedly: "That's useless..."
Halfway through, he saw Hermione Granger coming in a hurry. The girl was filled with rage, which meant there was big trouble.
Draco quickly stuffed the portrait into his bag and warned Godric: "Don't interrupt, don't make a sound!"
The founder of gryffindor shrugged, made a zipper gesture, and stopped talking.
"I asked Professor McGonagall," Hermione said, slamming a few books on the table and using her usual posture, "Hogwarts will never mistake any student! It's magic, it's the name, it's determined by the contract - "
"You went to ask the professor? Do you also suspect that Harry is fake?!" Draco immediately stared at her when she heard what she said, "I thought your IQ was above average, Granger!!"
"How could I doubt that!" The brown-haired girl's originally tense face collapsed after being yelled at by him. She was almost yelling at Draco, "I ask this - of course, I am asking for help. Harry, speak up! I want those people to know how ridiculous this rumor is!"
"..." Draco was so frightened by her surging anger that he moved his stool back. He was embarrassed to say anything for a moment. The students around him were frightened by the roar and turned to look at them. Draco grabbed them one by one. He stared back, while Godric in the bag made a disapproving expression at him through the open gap of the bag.
"...I'm sorry, I shouldn't be so excited." Hermione's voice suddenly dropped, and she wiped her red eyes, "I just...thought of myself. I...I just don't understand, Why would Harry be treated with so much malice when he didn't do anything? A person, a classmate of ours," she sniffed and collapsed, "Why did they—why did they do that? Why did they say that? And those who have nothing to do with Nott, why do they follow the same words instead of reprimanding Nott for his nonsense——"
Innocent. Draco immediately wanted to sneer like this. But the other party's red eyes, red nose, and choked voice prevented him from saying even a malicious word.
Well, naive. Draco thought helplessly.
——But at least he is better than many people. He reluctantly thought this in his heart, so he reluctantly...became a gentleman.
"...I'm sorry." He took out a handkerchief from his pocket, an unscented one (in case Harry sneezed nearby), then handed it to the other party, curled his lips and turned his head awkwardly and said, "I don't That's right, Granger - I know you're different from those idiots."
Hermione had never expected to be treated like this. She took the handkerchief, but she was a little dazed, her mouth opened, and she was so surprised that she couldn't speak.
"Come on, don't look like that, it annoys me," Draco waved his hand, "What do you think?"
"The matter of real and fake saviors is not scary," Hermione sniffed and reorganized her emotions, "I think... magic has many things that can test identity. It is not difficult to determine. The problem is, we all know , part of what nott said is true."
——The part about beating up the Ministry of Magic officials really couldn’t be more true. They both heard Harry tell it as a joke, and now they looked at each other and knew that the other person probably had the same idea as them.
I'm afraid what Nott said, that the upper-level officials of the Ministry of Magic were dissatisfied with Harry and even suspected that he was a dark wizard pretending to be a dark wizard or being brainwashed by a dark wizard, was also true. Nott was not the kind of person who dared to do this just by talking nonsense. people.
"Does the Ministry of Magic elect pigs to take office every year?" Draco couldn't help but said angrily. "Don't they know what they can and cannot provoke? Can't the American Aurors do some popular science for them?"
I heard that American Aurors are very polite. They will keep their British colleagues safe and take them away whenever they are told. They have never done anything to hinder the normal life of the Xavier family. At most, they come to their house occasionally. It's just a necessary procedure or a mess to clean up for the British Ministry of Magic.
"I once encountered something when I was in the fourth grade of elementary school," Hermione said. "I was arguing with a classmate at the time - she said I was shameless -" the girl took a few deep breaths, but still did not say the word, "-Then I got really angry, I didn't know why I did everything so well and why people hated me so much, and then I screamed... I managed to make the glass window behind her explode."
"Magic riot." Draco said expressionlessly.
"Magic riot." Hermione confirmed this statement, "From now on, no one dared to quarrel with me, no one dared to conflict with me head-on - they all thought I was a... madman, and the sound was enough to shatter the glass. Everyone was frightened at that time. Even though the teacher later said it was not my fault, many people still thought I was terrible."
"If your scream really broke the glass, then I would have gone to see Merlin long ago." Draco couldn't help but said, "Otherwise you are the one in Harry's family - what is that one's name? I have seen his sharp Tell people to shake the wall."
"Sean. That's not screaming, it's...ultrasound, I'm not sure." Hermione said, "Yeah, we all know I can't, but they are still afraid of me. I was thinking...I have to do my best. , let them, let them worship me, and if they ask me the secret to getting the first place in the exam, I will tell them with a good attitude," she blushed at this point, "I want them to know that they are wrong, I am right."
"You can't make them think like this if you get the first place in the school." Draco found that he didn't quite understand this thinking. "The grades have nothing to do with it. Are you a fool?"
"I was only in fourth grade at that time!" Hermione said, "I was still an innocent child!"
You are quite naive now! Draco rolled his eyes and thought.
"I'm afraid right now, that's not what this was all about," Hermione said. "What if everyone is afraid of Harry? What if Harry gets hit because of this? What if this makes people in the school angry every time there is some unknown gangster?" What should I do if I doubt Harry when magical things happen? What if this makes some people harbor ill will toward him?"
"Then let them go," Draco was obviously afraid of these things in his heart, but he retorted forcefully, "It's enough for him to have me...and you, and no one can bully him. Ravenclaw will not follow him either. Believe in this and they will take care of him, it’s tradition.”
"Tradition," Hermione said, "but, it's not that I doubt their character, they are certainly very good people - but look at my last school year," Hermione said self-deprecatingly, "you saw how uncomfortable I was. ."
The first group of people who rejected her were her classmates!
The boy and the girl looked at each other. After a short moment of silence, Hermione continued to ask: "Your father is an official in the Ministry of Magic - can you write a letter to find out the news?" She said cautiously, "That is, for example, What the Ministry of Magic thinks of Harry..."
"Eighty percent possibility," Draco said firmly, "I know what their adults think - I'm afraid what Nott said is true." He pondered for a moment, and then his tone became annoying. , "So -" he said contemptuously, "What's going on over at Longbottom?"
"When you ask that, you make me feel like a spy sent to Gryffindor." Hermione complained, "And you are not allowed to talk about Neville in this tone - he is on Harry's side."
Draco scoffed.
"Really, he said that those people at our table who were gossiping were wrong and shouldn't say such things. It was completely slanderous, and he comforted me for a long time," Hermione thought and snorted, "You I definitely don’t know what Ron said about those people. At that time, they were saying that Harry’s scar was gone—” As she said that, the little girl imitated Ron’s sighing and yelling tone and said, “‘Merlin, it’s not like this these days. Is it wrong to cut your bangs? Why don't you go to the long table over there and tell Nott a new joke!'"
If he were drinking water right now, Draco would guarantee that he would laugh out loud and spit out everything he drank in one breath, vomit.
"He can finally speak!!" He commented while suppressing a smile and couldn't help but slap the table.
"But seriously," Hermione said, sitting upright, "How should we help Harry? We can't tell everyone one by one that it's okay, Harry is not in danger, and when someone asks about Harry What should he do?"
"What are you asking? Merlin, is there really such a fool who would ask Harry if your family is a dark wizard?" Draco said angrily, "If it is true, then I have to see it."
"It's useless even if you know it," Hermione said frustratedly, "Some people don't listen to reason, and some people are unreasonable, but Harry is reasonable."
No matter how reasonable I am, he could easily beat me. The time to reason was not as long as the time to apply the medicine. Draco thought.
Suddenly, Draco had an idea.
——Why don’t I corner Nott and beat him up? If he was blindfolded and beaten like in the movie, how could he know who was leading whom to beat him?
…………
"...So that's it, what do you think of my plan?"
In the evening, in the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, Draco expressed his thoughts.
"It's not straightforward enough." Felton finished correcting a potions paper calmly, wrote a big "T" on it, and then threw it aside, "Do you know what advice I would give you?"
"What?"
"Throw him into the depths of the Forbidden Forest," Felton said. "He doesn't have the guts to fight his way out, kill an Acromantula and escape."
Draco stopped folding the paper crane he was folding out of frustration and turned back to glare at him.
"You mean..." he said tentatively.
"If you dare to do it, you dare to die." Felton said very calmly, but Draco felt a chill go down his spine.
"You will make Harry's condition worse!" Before he could judge this simply, he thought of another aspect, "Everyone who said bad things about him is dead - how can anyone miss him!"
"Why should I care what they think," Felton said lightly, picking up another paper, "I just need him not to cause more trouble to others."
"...This is illegal." Draco gritted his teeth and said, not knowing whether he should run away from the murderer first or suppress Felton's thoughts first. Seriously, could he suppress it? "Besides, Nott's family Their background is not that deep, and they won’t give up - don’t even think about causing trouble for us!”
"You can't save the dead if you don't give up," Felton said. "It's a good deal. When you become a person like me, when you reach my age, you will often sigh, human life is like this, and why is it like this? When I was young, I didn’t kill certain people—maybe if I did, there would be no trouble.”
Draco felt that this man was so shameless that he even pretended to sigh about life: "Nonsense - how could I become a person like you!"
Felton glanced at him, hummed softly, picked up today's homework, which number was unknown, and threw it to him. Draco took it and took a look, oh, it happened to be Nott's homework.
"What are you doing?" Draco said suspiciously.
"Whatever you want, burn it or use it to get a record low score," Felton said, "but don't beat him to the point where he can't get out of bed just yet."
"……Why?"
"I still have time to use him." After Felton finished speaking, he reached out from the fireplace and took out a letter that had just arrived. He opened it and took a look at it, and then smiled for the first time tonight.
He threw the letter to Draco and said concisely: "Take a look."
Draco grabbed the letter that seemed to have only a few lines in confusion, and after scanning a few lines in a hurry, he revealed an expression that was a little confused, mostly ecstatic, but also gloating.
The above simply expresses a point of view, a sentence, and a record.
Just a few hours ago, the Potter Manor, which had been missing for a long time and whose address even disappeared from the Ministry of Magic records, was opened again. An hour ago, the quill that was automatically registered based on magic in the Ministry of Magic archives area had been recorded. New home owners, and that's where this news comes from.
Who is the owner?
There is no doubt that harry erik xavier, although the name was re-registered last year, but who else is there besides him? He alone can be the new holder, no doubt about it.
