At this moment, Malfoy greeted all the eighteen generations of Ron Weasley's ancestors!
This stupid guy would actually keep such a dangerous man as a pet, and he has never found any clues. However, he was unlucky enough to discover this man's true identity.
Malfoy didn't know why this man turned into a mouse and lurked in Hogwarts, but it was conceivable that he must be planning a conspiracy about unreliable people. So, in this case, Malfoy would Being the man he is, there is a high probability that he, Crabbe and Goyle will not be able to let go.
What to do?
Malfoy thought desperately, is he really going to die here today?
At the critical moment of life and death, Malfoy's head was spinning faster than at any time in the past thirteen years. He was desperately thinking of ways to save his life. Suddenly, a little information revealed in the words of this unknown dangerous person made Malfoy read. There was hope of rescue.
"You know who my father is, sir--"
Malfoy's throat was strangled by the man's palm, and Malfoy had difficulty breathing, but he didn't dare to resist too much, because the man was pointing at him with his own wand!
Peter was stunned when he heard this. He tilted his head and looked at Malfoy, with evil intentions in his little eyes.
"It's true...I know your father...but so what? What are you going to do with your father's name and order me to let you go?"
"I thought you might be a friend of my father's, sir--"
Unable to breathe smoothly, Malfoy was choked with tears. He stared at the ugly man with hopeful and pleading eyes, and he jumped out word by word.
"I think you might be a friend of my father, right... I'm going to make a bold guess that you... you must stay with Ron Weasley to teach that idiot a lesson..."
Malfoy's ideas became clearer and his words became smoother and smoother.
"The self-destructive family must have annoyed you somewhere, right?
You have to deal with them... Regarding this, I can give you some trivial help, sir. My father has always been extremely disgusted with this scum family. If you... you are willing to join forces with my father, I bet , Even if Old Dumbledore protects Weasley, we can still drive these embarrassing guys out of the British wizarding world! "
To be honest, Peter was a little surprised by Malfoy's performance.
He had been by Ron's side since he entered Hogwarts. In less than three years, he had witnessed Draco Malfoy causing trouble for the Potter trio countless times. , privately, I didn’t know that I heard Ron curse Draco Malfoy.
He knew this boy, a typical Slytherin, a pure-blood descendant - proud, arrogant, sensitive and fragile at the same time.
But what Draco Malfoy just said made Peter realize that this little boy does have some cleverness.
"Well--"
Peter 'hesitated' for a moment, and the strength in his hand slowly drained away.
"Smart kid, I do have some grudges with the Weasley family... but they are Dumbledore's staunch supporters, so even though I have had countless opportunities to kill them over the years, I'm worried- -"
Hearing this, Malfoy broke into a cold sweat on his back, and he became more aware of the danger of this man!
He thought that the man just wanted to make the Weasley family look good, but he didn't expect that he actually planned to kill the Weasley family. His father never planned to drive out the Weasley family.
Because no matter what, the Weasley family has always been one of the twenty-eight pure-blood families with a long history. They are inextricably linked to many famous families and dignitaries in the wizarding world. Killing them will undoubtedly directly offend them. It has conquered most of the British wizarding world, and even the Malfoy family cannot bear this level of backlash.
"My father can help you--"
Malfoy looked ugly. Even though he was yelling at Peter that he was a lunatic, he still maintained respect on his face.
"I'm afraid you also know that my father is capable of dealing with Dumbledore. In the first half of the year, he briefly drove Dumbledore out of Hogwarts... I can help you convince my father... .Phew, as long as Dumbledore loses power..."
Malfoy's words made Peter even more hesitant. There was obvious embarrassment on his droopy cheeks, as if he was debating whether to let Draco Malfoy go. ŴŴŴ.
Seeing this, Draco touted his father's omnipotence even more vigorously, as if he could send Dumbledore to Azkaban at any time as long as Lucius was willing.
"Well, boy, you impressed me--"
Malfoy's lips were trembling and smoking. Peter finally nodded reluctantly. He stared at the ecstatic Malfoy and said in a sinister tone,
"You must keep my identity a secret, you know, boy, otherwise, even if you are Lucius's son, I will not let you go."
With a snap, Peter let go of his hand, and Malfoy fell to the ground.
At this time, Crabbe and Goyle who were lying on the ground on the other side also slowly opened their eyes. They sat on the ground dazedly, staring blankly at Draco who was sweating profusely and holding Draco's wand. They didn't know how to react to the strange man whose name they couldn't name.
Wow!
Suddenly, Malfoy jumped up from the ground like a monkey. He took a few trembling steps back and asked cautiously,
"Sir...I will go back to the dormitory and write a letter to my father and ask him to start planning to deal with Dumbledore--"
"Draco, what the hell is he-"
Goyle and Crabbe looked at each other, wondering what was going on.
"Shut your mouths, you two!"
Draco's face was pale, and his inner clothes were soaked with sweat. He was afraid that his two idiot followers would waste the escape opportunity he had fought for with all his wisdom, so he spoke in an unprecedentedly stern tone.
"So, can we leave, sir?"
Malfoy used all his self-control to prevent himself from turning around and running away. He controlled his voice not to fluctuate, lest it reveal his true thoughts... This damn man actually dared to choke his neck, Malfoy swore. , He must pay the price for it!
"You can go--"
Malfoy thought he had concealed his hatred very well, but in the eyes of Peter, the master of disguise, Malfoy's behavior was simply childish and ridiculous. This little boy actually thought he would let them go...Lucius is so shrewd, why? Could he have given birth to such a stupid boy?
Peter nodded, his little mung bean eyes showing a playful and narrow light,
"But remember your promise, little Mr. Malfoy, and tell your father to take action as soon as possible-"
The moment his legs stepped out of the owl loft, Malfoy shivered subconsciously at the cold, moist air that hit him, and the joy of escaping death made him unable to help but burst into tears again.
"I will remember your instructions!"
After saying this breathlessly, Malfoy ran away. If he hadn't been afraid of being caught, he would have run away.
But at this moment, the gloomy sky suddenly flashed with frightening thunder.
Boom!
Amidst the thunder that resounded across the earth, once the milky white halo rippled out like water waves, the bodies of the three Malfoys swept by the ripples suddenly froze in the distance,
"The soul is out of body!"
The sudden sound of a spell in his ears filled Malfoy with great despair, but this despair was quickly drowned by the ensuing darkness. When the sound of the spell fell, on the top floor of the west tower, three young wizards had turned into A soulless puppet!
.............
Maybe it was because the previous exchange had used up all Sirius' energy. After Remus returned to the office, he remained silent and unwilling to speak. He was tied up and lay quietly on Blaine's cot.
Remus behaved similarly. He sat on the sofa opposite, maintaining the same silence.
Time passed quickly and silently, and in the blink of an eye, night enveloped the earth, and in the vague darkness, infinite starlight was faintly waiting to be seen.
Finally, at one o'clock in the morning, a sound of slapping on the glass drove away the silence in the office.
Sirius, who was lying on the bed, and Remus, who was dozing on the office floor, were awakened at the same time, and their eyes were pointed out the window at the same time.
"It's Amosta's reply--"
Remus stood up with a swish, glanced at Sirius, and swallowed nervously.
The entire office was sealed by magic. Remus lifted the seal according to the trick Amosta taught him, and let in the owl with a layer of frost on its wing feathers.
"Thank you, little one--"
Remus took off the note from under the eagle's talons and patted the owl on the head.
"Come on, Remus, look what Brian said!" Sirius shook his head and said dissatisfied, "I have no feeling in my arms!"
Remus smiled bitterly, but Sirius looked confident.
Amosta's reply was very concise, with only one short sentence. The moment he saw this short sentence clearly, Remus' expression froze, and then he smiled helplessly.
Wow--
Sirius, who had been tied up for most of the day, finally regained his freedom. He struggled to stand up, but failed for a long time. He could only continue to lie on the cot, breathing heavily and asking,
"Did Blaine prove my innocence?"
"No--"
Surprisingly, Remus shook his head and said,
"Amosta only said one thing back to me -
'No time'! "
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