What happened to Remus?
When Remus Lupine left the Owlery and disappeared around the corner of the stairs at the other end of the narrow corridor, Scabbers was still on Malfoy's shoulder, looking out the door, his small black eyes filled with contemplation.
He knew that his former friend was, to put it mildly, cautious, but at worst, extremely pedantic.
Today is Christmas, a day for family reunions. If it were not a very important matter, Remus would not rush to write a letter to Amosta Brain on this important holiday!
Crabbe on the side raised the roasted lamb chops to Malfoy's shoulders. Scabbers jumped and landed on Crabbe's swollen palm. He was chewing on the lamb chops while thinking about this problem.
According to his past habits, he didn't want to meddle in this dangerous moment when one wrong step would lead to falling into the abyss, but he couldn't pretend not to care about this problem, because what else was there in Hogwarts now? Something that could make Remus act out of sorts?
It could only be related to Sirius Black!
Could it be that Remus has already connected with Black and completed the intelligence reconciliation? '
Bang!
Banban's heart suddenly accelerated, and in a daze, he bit down on the hard sheep bone, almost knocking off his front teeth.
Inside the smelly owl hut, I remembered a series of painful 'chirps'...
But, isn't this right?
After a while, Scabbers calmed down and fell into deep thought again. If Remus really knew that he betrayed James and Lily, then the first person he informed should be Dumbledore. There was no doubt that Scabbers knew what Dumbledore meant to Remus.
But no matter what, something important must have happened in school, and he knew nothing about it.
This is not okay!
Banban rubbed the red and swollen dental plaque with his paw that was missing a finger, and this thought came to his mind.
Now that he has left the little boy from the Weasley family, but still squats in the school, he could clearly erase the memories of these three unlucky fools from Slytherin, but he risked being killed by Dumbledore and Bray. En found the risk of enslaving them.
Banban's purpose for doing this was not just to steal food for convenience, he had to ensure that he had first-hand information. Having experienced the brutal war years, Banban knew the importance of intelligence very well.
Dumbledore still didn't seem to have returned, and Remus's behavior in writing the letter also showed that Amosta Braine was also not in the school. In this case, the risk of going out does not seem to be that high.
After swallowing the fragrant mutton in his mouth, Banban stared at the peaceful white world through the window for a long time, and finally made up his mind...
In the auditorium, which was decorated with a festive atmosphere, all the long academic tables used for dining were moved to the wall, and a dining table that could seat more than a dozen people was placed in the center of the auditorium.
By the time the three Harrys returned the eye-catching Firebolt to their dormitory and went down to the auditorium again, except for the deans of the four houses and Filch, who was wearing a moldy tuxedo, most of the seats were already occupied. Crowded with students stranded in the school.
"Come on, Potter!"
Professor McGonagall stood up and waved to the three of them, her tone much gentler than usual in class.
"Before Dumbledore left, he specifically asked me to create some festive atmosphere for the children at school!"
Harry, Ron and Hermione sat side by side at the end of the table, but it was obvious that the atmosphere between the three of them was not particularly harmonious, because they had just had another quarrel in the common room, and the subject of the quarrel was , undoubtedly the Firebolt falling from the sky.
Hermione believed that since Professor Lupine had given instructions, Harry should obey his order and send the broom to Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick for inspection before Professor Blaine returned to school.
And Ron, who is very clever sometimes, immediately retorted,
"Suggestion, it's just a suggestion. Don't you understand, Hermione, Lupine didn't ask Harry to do that. We can just keep the Firebolt in our hands until Professor Blaine comes back and then send it to him for examination. Big deal, we just don’t have to use it until then!”
"You're taking advantage of this, Ron!"
Hermione said angrily as her cheeks turned pink.
It is clear at a glance which of the two choices has advantages and disadvantages.
Harry didn't think too much and made a choice that was more in line with his own preferences - just kidding, that was a Firebolt. Ordinary wizards would never touch its perfect streamlined broom handle in their lifetime. Even if the broom was really fishy, Harry Also willing to keep it for a few more days.
"So--"
Professor McGonagall smiled and watched the three little wizards of Gryffindor sit down. After looking around, she found that all the little wizards were waiting for her to give a speech.
"I have nothing to say, everyone...oh, there is only one thing, eat quickly!"
The hall immediately recalled the ethereal sound of clinking knives and forks. Harry arched his body to pick up a baked potato. Suddenly, the thumping of footsteps from the foyer attracted everyone's attention.
It's Malfoy--
He seemed to have been running wildly for a while, his hair was wet, and there were drops of sweat on his pale cheeks.
Harry and Ron looked at each other calmly, feeling a little strange. However, the next second, Snape asked them their confusion.
"Why is it just you, Draco,"
Professor Snape stared at Malfoy suspiciously and said,
"Where are Crabbe and Goyle?"
"They were full, so they didn't come, Professor-" Malfoy answered the question in a dry voice.
Poof!
Ron burst out laughing.
Will Crabbe and Goyle still have enough to eat? This is something of an anomaly at Hogwarts.
Harry immediately nudged Ron with his elbow, because the old bat Snape was staring at Ron with cold eyes.
Even Ron could see that this was complete nonsense. There was no reason why Snape couldn't see it. He tilted his chin and squinted his eyes. There was unnoticeable worry and hatred hidden in his dark eyes.
There were not many seats left at the table, and Malfoy didn't have much choice. After lingering for a few seconds, he reluctantly sat between Snape and Professor McGonagall.
"Where's Professor Lupine? As far as I know, he should still be at school. Why isn't he here?"
The ripples caused by the cold joke had just subsided when Malfoy's confused question once again disrupted the eating rhythm of a group of people who were having Christmas dinner.
Too strange!
Harry and Ron immediately glanced at Malfoy, and even Hermione, who was hesitating whether to talk to Professor McGonagall in private, blinked and looked at Malfoy.
Malfoy actually cares whether Professor Lupine comes to dinner? !
"You really surprise me, Draco?" Snape looked at Malfoy suspiciously, "I always thought you didn't like him very much."
"Um--"
Malfoy seemed to realize the abruptness of his question. He pursed his lips and said quickly,
"I just sent a letter to my father from the Owlery, and Professor Lupin came over to send a letter--"
Snape wanted to ask something else, but Professor McGonagall interrupted him and said unhappily.
"This is a Christmas dinner place, Severus, not a courtroom at the Ministry of Magic."
After saying that, Professor McGonagall looked at Malfoy again, her eyes pleased.
"I'm afraid it's because he's sick again. Professor Lupine told me before that he has no appetite, but if he knew how much you cared about him, Mr. Malfoy, he would definitely not mind sitting down. --"
Except for the turmoil caused at the beginning, overall, Malfoy behaved normally during the two-hour Christmas dinner, which made Harry lose interest in paying attention to him and instead chatted with Ron at the dinner table. and Hermione quietly discussing the information Malfoy had just revealed,
"What do you think-"
Harry chewed the tender and juicy steak, blocked the professors' sight with the candlestick, and asked softly,
"Malfoy said that he met Professor Lupin sending a letter. Could he be asking about my Firebolt?"
Hermione, who was sipping pumpkin soup, rolled her eyes speechlessly.
"In my opinion, Professor Lupine cares more about 'Parchment' than that Firebolt of unknown origin!"
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