Pansy Parkinson is in a state of uneasiness and panic.
It might be unfair to say that, so let’s put it another way——
——Many students like Pansy Parkinson are in this kind of uneasiness and panic, whether they are slytherins or not. But not every Slytherin like Pansy is the same as her, who sits frustratedly by the fireplace in the cellar, letting the wasted fire rise blazingly, making her whole body sweaty in the summer.
Some are writing letters, some are shutting themselves in their rooms in fear, others are wandering around asking for news, and of course others are being treated in the hospital wing or in a small cell with a dozen or so others. Important matters were discussed in the dark room, and the entire castle was shrouded in a shadow of doubt and fear. Rumors could be heard in any corner... But these were not what Pansy cared about.
Maybe not.
It is undeniable that she still cares because it is out of a slytherin, a wizard, a girl, and a person's desire to survive. Yes, it’s the desire to live. Who would want to die if they could?
The professors in the school have asked every student to stay where they should be, and have also suspended all classes. When the professors discuss important matters, the prefects can't control the students and lose the authority of the school. The older Slytherin, with the acquiescence of the prefects, spread out like a beast, inquiring about all available information and escape channels - this was considered instinctive.
But what exactly is going on, why there is someone talking in everyone's head - or soul - and how ferocious Harry Xavier's guardian is... No one knows yet, and a large number of people Go bother Granger, that mudblood...
Pansy bit her nails. She and Blasie were among the people who went to ask Granger, and the girl's mouth was clenched tighter than anyone else could imagine. Pansy wanted to say that the mudblood's expression was telling some people what she knew, but other than that, what else did they do? No news was received.
"This is none of your business!"
The mudblood's eyes were red, his hair was messy and he looked like he hadn't taken care of it for a few days. His tone was so decisive and horizontal, which seemed to Pansy to be extremely arrogant.
Why should she? !
Pansy almost broke all her perfume bottles and nail polish bottles because of Granger and because she didn't get any information. Whenever she was frightened, she would take a look and use these precious treasures to comfort her. Her own mood, but this method didn't work at all this time. Almost every three seconds, she would get angry again, thus sweeping everything in front of her to the ground. Blasie was almost stabbed by glass shards when she took a moment to look at her. With a complicated look on his face, he helped the girl clear away the debris with magic spells before shaking his head and walking away.
Pansy asked him at that time - do you believe that? For example...for example, potter can speak nonsense like snake language?
Blasie's answer was very succinct: "That was seen by many people, Pansy."
Pansy thought of the scene where many people carried Nott to the hospital wing, what Nott revealed in extreme fear, and how she treated that boy in the past. This twelve-year-old girl couldn't help but Feeling scared and upset about this. People are always afraid of things they cannot reach or understand, no matter how harmless they are.
At least Pansy was very scared.
That boy, the boy with the glorious name of Harry Potter, looked so harmless. Draco trusted him, liked him, and regarded him as a close friend. Blasie also showed kindness to him, but Nott always wanted to cause trouble for him. , was beaten by him, no, he was so scared that he is still trembling in the hospital wing.
If you want to talk about why, that is - no magic spell can save his frightened soul!
I heard that officials from the Ministry of Magic want to detain him in the UK, but now his life and death are unknown in St. Mungo's, just because his adoptive father is unhappy!
He secretly raised a python, and he could speak the snake language that only 'that person' who was the descendant of the founder of their college could speak...Many people saw him hissing, and the python, which was thicker than a human arm, became obedient Just do his bidding...and then he disappears right there! He left a special speech to everyone present - to the effect that no matter what, he would rather not be a wizard!
The yellow ash wood wand that was often commented privately by some gossips as being too gentle for a person who killed the Dark Lord was also thrown down by him, leaving a group of people even more stunned: What wizard would throw away the wand? He apparated away by himself! Moreover, looking at Merlin, he is still a second-year student! When Pansy heard the news, she was confused for an hour before she remembered - Hogwarts does not allow Apparition at all!
How did he get away?
Pansy pieced together the news she heard sentence by sentence, and became more and more frightened. She felt that if Xavier wanted to kill her, she would have no resistance. But at the same time, the taste of unwillingness became stronger and stronger in her mouth: no wonder Draco loved to listen to him so much, no wonder Draco was getting farther and farther away from her... Slytherin admired the strong and was willing to let the strong be the leader. Draco must be That boy was coerced, or really conquered... But if she wanted her to just obey, she would be a fool! But what can she do?
There must be something wrong, that Xavier must have deceived Draco somewhere, and used a trick to deceive everyone... Pansy was looking for reasons, and she could not help but feel afraid of that boy. Whether he pulled off this deception on his own or someone else planned it for him behind his back, this meant Pansy had better not mess with him.
Now it's too late to pull away... The girl bit her nails, regretting that she was so angry that she went with Nott to cause trouble. Looking back now, she did do something stupid. Draco never allowed others to challenge his authority, especially when you Not when he was in a higher position.
However, what is suspicious is - who took Draco away? Why has he disappeared? How could he suddenly disappear at this time?
Pansy is not usually a thinking person. Of course, she is from a good family, pure blood, and the Parkinson family is one of the best. She also happens to be the same age as Malfoy's heir, so she can be said to be a very good candidate for Mrs. Malfoy. Of course, Pansy is working hard for this position, and her homework is not too much. It's also very good - since it's something she can get, why not fight for it?
Apart from that, she doesn't need to think too much - everything she wants can be easily obtained, so she doesn't want to work harder. It's not Slytherin's style to work so hard to death.
But when she realizes that the situation has become like this, neither she nor others will be happy, and she can't even figure it out, even Pansy will think slowly by herself.
Click. call out.
Just when it was rare for her to think carefully and thoroughly, something caught Pansy's attention. It was rare for her to raise her face keenly. When the whole castle was in panic, any disturbance could make her heart beat faster.
A girl's ears are always very sensitive. She subconsciously held her breath and wandered around the lounge with her eyes wide open. Finally, she saw a tapestry that seemed to be slightly crooked, and a faint sound of footsteps crashing. About can be caught by her ears.
Pansy put down the nail polish brush on her hand suspiciously and walked gently towards that direction, but when she took the third step, someone suddenly covered her mouth and dragged her back. That hand was obviously a woman's hand, slender, fairly delicate, with a thin layer of fragrance, and the blood-red nail polish on the fingertips was very scary, at least in Pansy's opinion.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
She subconsciously identified the kind of scent that filled the tip of her nose, and thus identified which wizard it was; at the same time, she wanted to scream in fear, saying that someone was going to harm her, someone was going to arrest her, that young and unlucky The voice of a woman who must have been over twenty-five years old commanded deeply in her ears:
"No talking."
The girl refused to give in and still shouted at the top of her lungs: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
"My brother can cook without a wand," the woman, Wanda, said, "and I just covered your mouth and grabbed your wrist. I can't imagine what you were panicking about, you could easily Resist.”
"That's weird," Pansy heard a very familiar but different voice, and the tears that were about to fall were choked in her eyes. She stopped shouting, and stared blankly at the air in front of her that was distorted, and a piece of clothing was thrown away. The cloaked Draco emerged from it, as naturally as if he should have been in this lounge, standing opposite Pansy.
Draco was very satisfied to see that after Pansy saw him, her struggling mood slowly stopped, and her eyes changed from panic to staring... But it was a pity, the girl's pause was only a few seconds, and a few seconds later her eyes Tears began to fall on her face, and she boldly bit Wanda's hand. Wanda was indifferent, but after thinking about it, she let her go and let her fall in front of Draco.
"What happened to you? How did you become like this?" Pansy held Draco's face, tears could be said to be falling non-stop, her voice was sharp and unbelievable, "Oh, oh——Draco, what on earth did they do to you? What did you do! Professor, we are going to find the professor. Oh my God, what inhuman treatment you received! How could they treat you like this! Where is Xavier?!" She almost screamed at the top of her lungs, " How did he trick you? Where is he now! Who is she, this Muggle woman—"
Pansy hugged Draco's arms, and even wanted to hug his neck and cry aloud - look what he has become! Inside the dusty coat were Muggle clothes that were too dirty to be seen! The face that girls always admired was also bruised and bruised. At least Pansy could easily see the large bruises and scars on his forehead, the cracked corners of his mouth, and the swollen wrists of the one holding a strange long sword. 's right hand. And Draco, who usually had to call Xavier for a long time even if he scratched his hand, now acted as if nothing had happened, and his voice was as broken as a harp that hadn't been repaired in several years!
"Nothing, no deception, no -" Draco tugged at the corner of his mouth, pulled his arm out of her hand, and warned her in a hoarse voice, "There is nothing like what you think - I warn you, you will not be allowed to Just like usual, I'm thinking of some bullshit that can only be written by the Daily Prophet." He paused, "I'm going to give you two choices now, either you'll be stuck in the cabinet in your room for a few hours, or You cooperate obediently."
"Cooperation? What cooperation?!" Pansy screamed in a low voice, thinking Draco was simply crazy, "With a Muggle woman?!"
"A Muggle woman who can kill you in an instant regardless of your wishes." Draco warned. When he said this, Wanda looked at him with a half-smile, which made Draco feel creepy, but he still pretended to follow. Not caring about this look, he said, "I guess you don't want to know what kind of 'Muggle woman' she is, and I don't want to talk nonsense with you, Pansy." After saying this, he raised his voice and grabbed her threateningly. With his wrist, he said forcefully, "Now, choose!"
Pansy noticed a slightly different smell than usual. She asked alertly: "...What do you need me to do, Draco?"
"I need to go to Felton's office to get something," Draco said impatiently, "I need you to cover for me - or draw someone's attention."
"No," Pansy immediately refused, "I can't do this at this time! Now the whole school is in panic, and you still want to approach Felton's office? I feel it's dangerous to even leave the lounge door!" She pointed with a finger. wanda, "And the break room isn't even safe anymore!"
"What do you mean?!" Draco said angrily.
"How could you bring her in," Pansy said, "They are in the same group! She, Xavier, and Xavier's adoptive father are all a group of terrorists. I know you treat Xavier better than anyone else, but they will kill you. Yes, Draco! And you bring this kind of person into Hogwarts now? Why are you crazy!"
"What are you crazy about?" Draco said, "Did I warn you?"
"If it weren't for Xavier," Pansy pointed at his embarrassed appearance, extremely angry, "Would you be like this? You were harmed by him, Draco, you have to understand this!"
"I told you a long time ago, I'm afraid it's not her choice." Wanda interrupted their conversation coldly, and glanced at Draco, "Does she have a problem with Harry?"
There are opinions, of course there are opinions, obviously there are opinions.
Draco felt a burning sensation on his face, but he still had the nerve to protect Pansy: "It's not... that friendly."
He pulled Pansy over and said, "Since you don't want to help, then just take a nap."
"Draco...Draco?! You can't do this to me," after finding out that Draco was serious, Pansy began to get scared. She pulled her wrist several times but couldn't get it back from Draco's hand. She was angry and scared. , "You came to threaten me with outsiders? Draco! How could you do this to me!"
"I neither took a single galleon from you nor asked you to die. I don't understand. What do you have to be afraid of, Pansy," Draco said. He felt that he was out of touch with Pansy's thinking. After all, there is What is she afraid of when he is here? "Even if you choose non-violence and non-cooperation - you only need to sleep in the closet for a while. The only reason why Granger is not looking for you is because she is too far away from here!"
If it were granger, there would definitely not be so much nonsense and problems. Draco couldn't help but think. That girl is always very decisive, and her IQ is obviously higher than Pansy's. She is really a better choice than Pansy, but who made the two colleges so far apart? The portkey only sends them near the cellar!
"Of course I believe you, Draco, but I don't believe her -" Pansy took a few steps back, covering her chest with one hand and pointing one hand at Wanda, "You really need to wake up, she and Xavier are the same Man! Nott is still lying in the hospital wing now!"
"You dare to mention Nott?!" Draco became angry when he mentioned this, "If Harry hadn't had an adoptive father who was like a saint and raised him to be a big fool, Nott would have gone to see Merlin by now! And you think I Will uncle let their family go? Don't be stupid, Pansy! Think about what would happen if Harry was taken away and raised by my uncle, nott? "
Pansy flinched when he heard him mention Sirius Black.
Although Sirius Black has been proven innocent by the Ministry of Magic, his criminal image is still deeply rooted in the hearts of some students. Some people think this is extremely cool, and some people increasingly feel that this man is a madman. Pansy is still standing One of the 'He's still a lunatic' side.
Wanda suddenly slapped Draco on the back of the head.
"You said my brother is a fool." When Draco glared at him, Wanda crossed her arms and said, as if the slap was not from her, and she stretched out a hand, and her fingertips quickly touched her mouth and screamed. In front of Pansy's eyes, it was gently swirling like incense, and Pansy immediately felt that her consciousness was in a trance, "And you are too slow. Do you realize that we are racing against time?"
She was extremely stern, looking at Draco with eyes like two emerald awls, which made his whole body ache.
She was right. After Draco took a deep breath to calm down his anger, he fanned himself with his palm and began to regret it. Yes, their time was limited. He shouldn't be fooling around with Pansy here. To deal with an unscrupulous Slytherin, a big fist was always the best way.
"Then go find Granger," Draco said, "Just knock Pansy out and leave her here."
"We don't have to look for anyone in the first place," Wanda said, pulling out a dagger from her belt and tying it to her leg, "Tell me which way to go."
She said it very calmly, but Draco felt an ominous premonition.
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There were actually a lot of people in the corridor. According to Draco's estimation, this was a crowded spot for classes. Their movements should not have been so crowded and careful.
"The declaration of the apocalypse was conveyed to the whole world through Charles' ability. After fear and war were spread, this was only to a very slight extent. Your school is not well-informed, so this is considered an act of confidentiality." Wanda said, "You should Go see the big battlefield.”
Draco bent over and retreated from the entrance, ending his spying on the ground, while looking at Wanda's face. Wanda always speaks very maturely. Although she is indeed the eldest sister in the family, she and Peter are actually twins. Since Peter is still a very active young man, she is still a very young girl, but Wanda always He would show an expression that, in Draco's impression, was heavier than his father's, as if the world was already so rotten that it could no longer be rotten.
"Which other entrance can I get in?" Draco pushed aside the silver sword hanging on his waist and asked the portrait hanging with the silver sword, "I want the nearest road, look what you gave me!"
"Do you know how many years ago I was?" Godric complained, "There is a secret passage directly to Dean Slytherin's office. I dug it, but you can't go there, boy."
"Where?" Draco asked.
"My old office." Godric said seriously.
Draco: "………………"
"Where is that?" Wanda asked.
Draco was embarrassed to answer her—because he was one of the founders of his own school.
If everyone still remembers that one of Godric Gryffindor's many identities is that he was the first headmaster of Hogwarts.
"I won't ask you why you asked us to take a long detour at this time," Draco said through gritted teeth. He found that he would always be forced to discover countless things about this portrait that were unknown and did not want to be found. He knew the secret, "Why did you dig such a secret tunnel?"
"It's a secret," Godric said, "and it's not the focus right now."
Wanda seems to think so too.
"Where is the office we're going to?" she asked.
"Follow this corridor to the end and find a door guarded by a portrait of a snake." Godric answered.
Wanda nodded, and then pushed away Draco who was blocking the entrance to the secret passage.
She imitated his actions just now and touched the mechanism above. For a moment, light shone down from above, and before Draco could say 'no', Wanda turned over and landed on the ground. About three seconds later, Draco heard The noise on the ground suddenly became louder.
He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, picked up the invisibility cloak, put it on his body, and rushed out.
"Stop, madam, who are you! Please show your identification and school admission certificate! I have to seriously warn you, you must-"
"Oh no, she was the one who attacked Avengers Tower. I saw it on the news not long ago-"
When Draco hurriedly put his head out of the entrance, he saw Wanda holding red energy in both hands and sprinting forward without saying a word. Percy Weasley's face changed greatly because he recognized that she was not wearing ordinary Muggle clothes and guns. Jin Wand stepped forward to stop him, but she slapped him and pushed him aside.
That red power was better than any magic spell. All kinds of light that flew over would be swallowed up by that energy, making the power even greater. Percy was thrown directly against the wall, hitting him heavily, and the magic spell he shot was Easily dodged by Wanda, her figure was as light as a falling red petal. Anyone who wanted to catch her could only miss her.
There were noisy screams and shouts.
There were originally small groups of people whispering in the corridor, but now these people were all stunned as they watched Wanda rush through the corridor as if there was no one there, and then began to make noises and scream and run away - what happened before They caused quite a bit of panic. And a bunch of damn (Draco thought so) Quidditch players who were carrying brooms and seemed to have no intention of training met her at the first window, and some hufflepuff idiot subconsciously gave this girl a hand out of instinct. The attractive looking lady gave way.
For example, I don’t know why cedric appeared in the cellar area. When Wanda ran quickly across the road he gave way to, his eyes were still following her unconsciously, and then his neck twisted back. He just stood there holding the broom, his eyes turning on the red figure. Neither turns.
Draco rushed over and knocked the fool staggering, and also snatched away Cedric's broom, the light wheel that he had seen in the Quidditch store. He glanced hastily and found the Quidditch players of the four houses. All the strange hands were there, so they followed Wanda away.
There were two or three people behind him who exchanged shocked glances, exchanged a few words, and then quietly followed him.
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Wanda quickly found the door. She didn't have any worries, and didn't even glance at the portrait who was slowly asking for the password. She opened the door by blasting the red light in her hand towards the door, and ran away without caring about the students passing by.
It's a pity that the door didn't move at all after the loud bang, and the cracks on it returned to their original state in half a second.
"Tsk." Wanda said impatiently. She increased her strength with her hands and bombarded the door again. The door remained the same.
The snake in the portrait was swimming rapidly, hissing and saying something. Wanda didn't want to hear it and couldn't understand it. Only her younger siblings would be willing to talk to animals or even the animals in the portrait. Thinking of this, she became more and more impatient and kicked the door. Unexpectedly, she found that under her hard kick, the door panel shook, giving Wanda a normal reaction of being kicked, but she was not affected at all. Traces of magical protection.
She raised her eyebrows and took a few steps back. After making sure that she could only take this distance, she jogged a few steps and struck hard with her right leg wearing a boot. With a loud bang, she successfully kicked the demon away. The door panel of the medicine professor's office.
The door opened.
There was something that could be called a smile at the corner of Wanda's mouth, and she walked in.
The desk in the office and the long table against the wall were cleared, the cabinets were tightly closed, the whole room was in a strange ring shape, there was not even a single picture on the wall, the fireplace was out, and the room was dark and lightless. Even more so after visiting the door. Wanda took out a small lighting lamp from her pocket and looked around. Then she judged that the long and wide cabinet was suitable for storing various medicines. She walked towards the cabinet without hesitation and reached out to knock on it. He knocked on the walnut wood counter. When he knew there was something inside, he did not hesitate to release energy in his hand. After a moment of pause, he gently covered it with his hand.
Unlike the door, this is a cabinet where medicines may be placed. Wanda doesn't want to use too much violence to open it. What if the medicine that Harry needs is damaged or affected by it?
The red energy processed this cabinet unexpectedly smoothly, and the light flowed down like water, dissolving all the covered areas, revealing the bottles and jars or strange collections placed inside. Among them are some objects decorated with gold, silver and precious stones that sparkle with moving light, some parchments that Wanda would normally be interested in, or a few wands that look more like collections than collections, but Wanda didn't even look at them. Instead, they reached out and lit all the bottles, and began to ponder which one she wanted.
Now that she thought about it, she had indeed run too fast - the boy with the portrait hadn't caught up yet, and Salazar's portrait was on Harry, and Peter quickly brought him and the painting back to the camp, so she endured Draco He spent a long time chatting with his... little girlfriend (maybe).
Her fingers wandered from bottle to bottle. She vaguely remembered Salazar saying that unicorn blood was a very expensive and rare material, so the bottle would definitely not be very big. If that were ruled out...
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Wanda didn't know that when she was screening the answers, three boys bumped into each other outside the door, and they were so shocked that they wanted to eat each other.
"Ouch - what are you two doing?!"
Draco stopped when he ran to the door, but was bumped into by everyone on the back. When both of them fell to the ground, he was so surprised and angry that his eyes and chin almost dropped. He opened the invisibility cloak and blinked again. Only then did he confirm that the person who knocked him over was really the famous Gryffindor duo - the youngest son of the Weasley family and the only son of the increasingly famous Longbottom family.
He was just about to say something when he realized that the other party was also stunned. One of them pointed directly at his nose and said, "How could it be you!! We thought it was Harry! This is Harry's invisibility cloak!"
"Is this what you're talking about?" Draco snapped his hand open and picked up the fallen invisibility cloak again, "You already said it belonged to Harry. Who did he lend it to? It's none of your business! Get out of here!"
"As if you are the only one who is Harry's friend!!" Ron countered, "Where is Harry?!"
Suddenly his eyes were fixed on the sword on Draco's waist - the portrait hid itself from the frame - his eyes were even wider than before: "Merlin! This sword... is this sword that sword? !Why do you bring this sword——"
"Listen, I don't have time to tell you any nonsense," Draco gritted his teeth and said, "While I still have things to do, now! Get out of here! Get away! Don't blame me for being rude if you don't get away - Do you want to find trouble? Then you have to see if I have the time!"
"...Do you need help, Malfoy?"
Compared to Ron, who was blushing and about to explode due to Draco's attitude, Neville acted relatively calmly. He was still as fat and round, and his eyes were still a little timid, but the words he opened his mouth to say made Draco look at him strangely, as if he had seen a ghost, "Is that lady just now... a friend of Harry's? Did he encounter any difficulties?"
"..." For five seconds, Draco felt that he had nothing to say to ridicule the other person. Because what the other party said was right, accurate, and full of damn goodwill. There was nothing faulty about him. He suddenly felt incredible, because the person in front of him - if it was granger, no problem, but this is longbottom, longbottom! That longbottom!
He didn't say a word, but Longbottom already put on an expression of 'I know you need help, and this matter is urgent, so we have to help'.
"The reason why we chased after him was because Ron saw Professor Lockhart taking something from Professor Felton's office before -" Neville hesitated for a moment before stating their purpose, "and the lady just now also Go this way, and you go this way...so we wondered if what Professor Lockhart took from Professor Felton's office might be something important."
The thinking is correct, the logic is clear, and the attention is paid to details and the need to connect with current events.
Draco felt a chill running down his back. Is this longbottom? That slow, stupid, forgetful longbottom?
He naturally remembered Felton's warning - one day Longbottom would become a figure that even Malfoy would be afraid of.
Do you think longbottom is still the longbottom of the past? He will be more promising than you, with a brighter future, and you will probably never be able to reach his height. The man sneered at Draco's declarations of bullying Longbottom.
It wasn't until there was a clang on the other side of the door that Draco realized that he might have spent more time here than he thought. He took a deep breath and didn't answer Neville's words. Instead, he kicked the door in front of him hard to vent his anger. Then he gave the password and the door slowly opened. Draco saw at a glance that Wanda was concentrating on looking for the cabinet (the cabinet door no longer existed). She picked out many bottles from the items on the upper floor and placed them on the long table.
A jar containing formalin rolled across the ground. Draco glanced at the familiar head and confirmed that it was the culprit of the clanging sound just now.
"You are running too slow," Wanda spoke very quickly, and Draco could clearly tell that she was not happy, and she then threw five or six bottles to Draco, "Which one is..." She When his green eyes glanced at the two boys behind Draco, he changed his words and his cold expression became more and more obvious, "...are they what we are looking for?"
Ron swallowed: "...Who is this?"
"...Harry's friend, maybe?" Neville guessed.
"It's his sister, you two idiots." Draco said succinctly, remembering what they were talking about just now. After checking the bottles, he turned back and asked them, "What did that scumbag Lockhart take?"
He originally thought that Neville and Ron would say I don't know, but - what can be said to be shocking to him - was that Mr. Neville was startled by his turning back. After calming down, the shy and timid boy started to He took out a silver bottle from his pocket.
It was a tin bottle. The petals wrapped around the bottle made it look like a silver bud. Neville put it into Draco's hands and said without hesitation:
"We can't tell whether the other things belong to Professor Felton, but Hermione said that she remembers this bottle. It belongs to Professor Felton. She saw it when she went to submit the paper." Neville said anxiously. Seeing Draco's expression in a daze, he He added hurriedly, his tongue almost tied, "Maybe you don't know, but when we opened it and looked over, this is a bottle of unicorn blood... If you, I mean, if Harry needs this, you should get it quickly Take it away, otherwise if Professor Lockhart finds out that we secretly took this from his office with Hermione, he will pester us endlessly and deduct points from us."
"I don't know how Lockhart has the nerve to show off. This isn't his - you can't buy it for a thousand galleons on the market." Ron shuddered thinking about it and curled his lips, "It's worth a handful of unicorn hair." Two hundred galleons."
Draco was stunned by his straightforward move. He held the bottle and said in a daze: "Do you know how many galleons this thing is worth on the black market now..."
A thousand gold galleons? That's just a fraction!
After saying that, he regretted it - why did he remind these two idiots? What if they regret letting go of such a valuable thing and run out to make a fuss? Then it will be even harder for Draco and Wanda to escape.
But Neville just shook his head, and Draco could see that he didn't hesitate at all.
"It doesn't matter to us how much it's worth in Galleons." He whispered, "Is this what you want?"
"Yes." Wanda finished speaking for Draco, took the bottle, opened it and pointed it at Draco's flashing wand, and found that it was indeed a silver liquid. She looked at the portrait on the boy's waist, lowered her wrist slightly, and faced the portrait with the mouth of the bottle. After a moment, Godric quietly stretched out an 'ok' hand from under the frame, and she quickly plugged the lid and placed it on her bottom. Fitted pocket.
Wanda glanced at Draco who couldn't say a word, and said to the two boys: "Thank you. This is very useful."
"Do you have any means of getting out? Can the fireplace be used?" Neville said, "Go quickly, Ron and I will help cover it up... Ah, can you tell Hermione about this?"
Draco silently took out the door key from his pocket. It was really a key, a standard Gringotts vault key. The words he wanted to say rolled on his tongue two or three times, but he found it difficult to spit them out. But he - he couldn't help but think of Pansy's attitude, look at Longbottom's serious eyes, and then think about if this bottle of unicorn blood hadn't been in Longbottom's hands, or if the two people hadn't followed just now... Harry wasn't here , then he has to say something.
"...Tell Granger to keep holding her mouth, the matter is not over yet." After Wanda put her hand on her, Draco looked at Longbottom and Ron with a cold attitude, but he was unambiguous in every letter, "Also, Malfoy owes Just a favor to you.”
Neville and Ron looked at each other, and both saw expressions like a bolt from the blue on each other's faces, because Draco's words were equivalent to thanking him.
"No, don't get me wrong, I'm not grateful to you, but you must know this!" Draco said this, his teeth were chattering, "Without this, Harry will die! Let's give him to his brother temporarily Bring out... no, let’s put it this way, he’s just waiting for us to take this bottle of unicorn blood back to save people—open it!”
This news was so exciting that Neville and Ron almost couldn't hold their wands: "What——"
Before they were completely stunned, the space was distorted, and Draco and Wanda quickly shrank into a ball and disappeared in front of them. Portkey, for sure.
"..." Ron opened his mouth, and it took him a long time to come to his senses, but Neville heard the sound of footsteps before him, and pulled Ron out with a sad face.
"We have to figure out how to deal with the professors first, Ron," Neville quickly waved his hand in front of him to bring him back to his senses. "Think of the reason quickly, Ron - it's too late to go to Hermione for help now!"
