Hogwarts Card Drawer

Cronos didn't know when Harry left, anyway, when Cronos left, it was completely dark outside.

He now has no time to practice the Vanishing Curse, no time to write a diary about his daily dreams, and no time to complete his sketch on Bowtruckle, let alone Professor Snape's thesis.

"Why didn't you do it last night?" Cronos asked, while Draco was busy in the spacious common room. Draco fell asleep as soon as Chronos came back yesterday. He was muttering, "Doing something else," at the same time he was writing something indiscriminately on the parchment.

"That's all I have to do," he said, **** the diary together. "I said I dreamt that I was buying a new pair of shoes so that she wouldn't be able to see anything in it, didn't she?"

"How was the confinement at Umbridge yesterday? What did she want you to do?"

"Um... Chat!" Cronos said after hesitating.

"That's pretty easy. Isn't it?" Draco said.

"Maybe!" Cronos couldn't stop shaking when he thought of what happened last night.

"Oh, yes. Dad has written a letter, and he wants you to wait for him in the Slytherin common room on Thursday afternoon." Draco pulled out a wrinkled letter from the inner pocket of his school robe.

"No, I know it." Cronos waved his hand and said, he doesn't have any mood to read the letter now.

His homework is so much that he is overwhelmed. When he returned to the Slytherin common room, although he was very tired and wanted to go to sleep, he opened his book and started writing Snape's paper on moonstone powder.

It was already 2:30 in the morning when he finished writing. He knew he was pitiful, but it didn't work at all; unless he was going to be locked up by Snape next.

Then he quickly wrote the answer to Professor McGonagall's question, and awkwardly revised Professor Grapland's paper on Bowtruckles, and then staggered back to the bed. When he put on his pajamas, he fell asleep immediately.

Thursday's day passed in fatigue, and Draco was as tired as Cronos. Rarely did he not ridicule after seeing Ron and Harry.

Cronos has never been in confinement since that day, but Harry was different. Although Harry didn’t know why, Harry’s third confinement was exactly the same as the previous two, except that two hours later, the words "I can’t lie" still did not disappear from the back of Harry’s hand, and continued to stay in it. Above, dripping blood constantly.

The darkness gradually enveloped the Slytherin common room. The candle beside Cronos ignited automatically.

"Dad, why haven't come here yet." Draco said annoyedly. "How is he going to get into the Slytherin common room? He doesn't know the password."

"I don't know, maybe he doesn't need to walk in openly." Cronos said, looking at the flames burning in the fireplace.

Saying that Cao Cao had arrived, the charcoal fire that was about to go out in the fireplace suddenly burned violently, making a crackling sound.

"Oh, **** it." Draco was startled by this, and he yelled in annoyance.

"Hello, Uncle Lucius." Cronos smiled at Mr. Malfoy's face in the flames.

"My dad? Where? Where?" Draco stretched his neck and looked towards the entrance of the common room.

"Dad, why did you come here in this way?" Draco was dissatisfied with his dad's unmannered way of showing up after he finished writing.

"Time is limited." Uncle Malfoy's expression was serious. "Are you a good standing here? Draco."

"I'm here to finish the paper that Professor Snape assigned to me! Did you forget? This is O.W.L. year." Draco shook the parchment in his hand.

"Oh, is it?" Mr. Malfoy suddenly realized, "Then you go back to the dormitory and rest for a while! I have something to tell Cronos."

"Can't even I know?" Draco tried to make the final resistance.

"No!" Mr. Malfoy's tone was full of indisputability.

"Well, you are so anxious. What's the matter? Uncle Lucius." Cronos leaned his back on the soft sofa.

"Oh, time is running out." Mr. Malfoy said with shame, "I contacted several pure-blood families in the wizarding world."

"Oh? What did they say." Cronos became interested when he heard this.

"What can I say, they are all a group of old foxes. They say that they respect your title of Magister, but when they arrive in the line, they are vague, and the natives evade the reason."

Mr. Malfoy’s expression was almost as if he was a loyal and honest person, and if Chronos hadn't known that Voldemort would not trust the Malfoy family, he wouldn't necessarily stand by himself and write it again.

"What about the families that betrayed Voldemort after he fell? Can Voldemort forgive them?" Cronos continued to ask ~www.readwn.com~ them? snort! "Mr. Malfoy smiled disdainfully, "They can leave when the master loses power, which means that they are the ones who tend to be inflamed and greedy for life and fear of death. Now that the Dark Lord is back, how can they take refuge in others? "

"What's more, this person may not be able to guarantee their safety in the wizarding world." Mr. Malfoy said something meaningful.

"Huh?" Cronos adjusted his eyebrows. "Uncle Lucius, do you mean they don't believe that I have the strength to fight Voldemort?"

"What's the use of I believe it? The key is that they don't believe it." Mr. Malfoy said. "The old guys don’t see rabbits or scatter eagles. If you want their support, you have to show how much they admire. Strength. Otherwise they wouldn’t bet on you."

"Well, I see, Uncle Lucius." Cronos nodded cautiously.

"It's fine if you know, I'm not trusted by my master now, so there will be few opportunities to meet like this in the future. Pay attention to yourself! Now Dumbledore is in Hogwarts, the master can't do anything. "

"But that idiot Fudge is about to give Dumbledore out of Hogwarts!" Mr. Malfoy said contemptuously.

"Yes, there is one more thing." Mr. Malfoy turned back suddenly, "The master has already got the support of the giant."

"Puff." After saying this, the fire in the fireplace was completely extinguished.

"A giant?" Cronos thought of the troll in the first grade. "So Hagrid has gone for nothing?"