Hogwarts Homecoming

At this moment, Malfoy greeted all eighteen generations of Ron Weasley's ancestors!

This stupid guy would actually keep such a dangerous man by his side as a pet, and he hadn't discovered any clues yet, but he was so unlucky that he smashed the real body of this man.

Malfoy didn't know why this man turned into a mouse and lurked in Hogwarts, but it was conceivable that he must be planning an unreliable conspiracy, so, in this case, Malfoy I am this man, and there is a high probability that I will not let myself, Crabbe, and Gore go.

What to do?

Malfoy thought desperately, is he really going to die here today?

At the juncture of life and death, Malfoy's head was spinning faster than at any time in the past thirteen years. He desperately thought of ways to save his life. Suddenly, a little information revealed in the words of this unknown dangerous element made Malfoy see There was hope of rescue.

"You know who my father is, sir—"

With the man's hand around his throat, Malfoy had difficulty breathing, but he didn't dare to resist too much, because the man was pointing his own wand at him!

Peter was taken aback when he heard the words, he tilted his head and looked at Malfoy, his small eyes were full of evil intentions,

"It is true that I know your father. But so what, what are you going to use your father's name to order me to let you go?"

"I think you may be my father's friend, sir—"

Unable to breathe smoothly, Malfoy was so suppressed that his eyes were full of tears. He stared at the ugly man with hope and pleading eyes, and jumped out word by word,

"I think you might be my father's friend, don't I venture to guess that you... you must have stayed by Ron Weasley's side to teach that idiot a lesson."

With his mind cleared, Malfoy spoke more and more smoothly,

"That self-defeating family must have annoyed you somewhere, right?

You have to deal with them. I can give you some little help on this, sir. My father has always hated their scum family. If you... you are willing to join forces with my father, I bet even Dumbledore The old man protects Weasley, we can also drive this group of disgraceful guys out of the British wizarding world! "

To be honest, Peter was a little surprised by Malfoy's behavior.

He has been by Ron's side since he entered Hogwarts, and in less than three years, he has watched Draco Malfoy trouble the Potter trio so many times , In private, I didn't know that I heard Ron curse Draco Malfoy.

He knew the boy, a quintessential Slytherin, the perfect pureblood—proud, arrogant, sensitive and vulnerable at the same time.

But what Draco Malfoy just said made Peter realize that this little boy did have some cleverness.

"Well--"

Peter 'hesitated' for a while, and the strength in his hands slowly drained,

"Smart boy, I do have a bit of a grudge against the Weasleys. But they are Dumbledore's staunch supporters, so even though I've had countless opportunities to take their lives over the years, I'm worried—"

Hearing this, Malfoy's back broke out in a layer of cold sweat, and his perception of the danger of this man deepened in his heart!

He thought the man was just trying to make the Weasleys look good, but he didn't expect that he planned to kill the Weasleys, and his father had never planned to kill the Weasleys.

Because no matter what, the Weasley family has always been one of the twenty-eight pure-blood families with a long history, and they are inextricably linked with many famous families and dignitaries in the magic world. Killing them is undoubtedly a direct offence. It destroyed more than half of the British wizarding world, and even the Malfoy family couldn't bear this level of backlash.

"My father can help you--"

Malfoy's face was ugly, even though he was yelling at Peter as a lunatic in his heart, 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, as long as Dumbledore Lido loses power"

Malfoy's words made Peter even more hesitant. There was obvious distress on his sagging cheeks, as if he was struggling whether to let Draco Malfoy go.

Seeing this, Draco boasted even more about his father's omnipotence, as if Lucius could send Dumbledore into Azkaban at any time if he wanted to.

"Well, boy, you impress me—"

Malfoy's mouth was about to tremble and smoke, and Peter finally nodded reluctantly. He stared at the ecstatic Malfoy, and said in a gloomy tone,

"You have to keep my identity a secret, kid, otherwise, even if you are Lucius' son, I won't let you go."

With a snap, Peter let go, and Malfoy fell to the ground.

At this moment, Crabbe and Goyle, who fell on the ground on the other side, also slowly opened their eyes. They sat on the ground in a daze, staring blankly at the sweating Draco, holding Draco's wand, The strange man who couldn't name his name was so rigid that they didn't know how to react.

Wow!

Suddenly, Malfoy jumped up from the ground like a monkey, he took a few steps back tremblingly, and asked cautiously,

"Sir. I'm going back to the dormitory to write to my father and ask him to start planning to deal with Dumbledore—"

"Draco, did he—"

Gore and Crabbe looked at each other, not knowing what was going on.

"Shut your mouths, both of you!"

Draco's face was pale, and his inner lining was soaked with sweat. He was afraid that his two idiot followers would waste the chance of escape that he had won with all his wisdom, so he said in an unprecedentedly severe tone.

"May we go, then, sir?"

Malfoy exerted all his self-control to keep himself running without turning around. He controlled his voice not to fluctuate, so as not to reveal his true thoughts. This damned man dared to strangle him by the neck. Malfoy swears, he must He pays for it!

"You can go--"

Malfoy thought he was covering up his hatred well, but in the eyes of Peter, the master of disguise, Malfoy's behavior was simply childish and ridiculous. This little boy actually thought that he would let them go. Lucius was so shrewd, how could he give birth to Such a stupid boy?

Peter nodded, and Mung Bean's small eyes showed playful and narrow eyes,

"But remember your promise, Mr. Malfoy Jr., that you will tell your father to act as soon as possible—"

The moment his legs stepped out of the owl hut, Malfoy subconsciously shuddered from the cold and damp air rushing towards his face, and the joy of escaping from death made him burst into tears again.

"I will remember your instructions!"

After holding his breath and saying these words, Malfoy ran away, if he was not afraid of being seen, he would have already run wildly.

But at this moment, the gloomy sky suddenly flashed a terrified thunder.

Boom!

In the thunder that resounded through 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 the body!"

The sound of the curse suddenly sounded in Malfoy's heart, but this despair was quickly submerged by the ensuing darkness. When the sound of the curse fell to the ground, three little wizards on the top floor of the West Tower had turned into A puppet without a soul!

Perhaps the previous communication had used up all of Sirius' energy, and after Remus returned to the office, he remained silent and refused to speak. He was tied up and lay quietly on Brian's camp bed.

And Remus behaved similarly, he was sitting on the sofa opposite, maintaining the same silence.

Time passed silently and quickly, and in a blink of an eye, the night covered the earth, and in the vague darkness, infinite stars were faintly waiting to emerge.

Finally, at one o'clock in the morning, a sound of slapping glass broke the silence in the office.

Sirius, who was lying on the bed, and Remus, who was dozing on the office, were awakened at the same time, and their gazes were pointed out of the window at the same time.

"It's Amostar's reply--"

Remus stood up with a thud, he glanced at Sirius, and swallowed nervously.

The entire office was sealed off by magic, and Remus lifted the seal according to the trick Amostar taught him, and let in this owl whose wings were covered with a layer of frost.

"Thank you, little one—"

Remus removed the note from under the eagle's talons and patted the owl on the head.

"Hurry up, Remus, look at what Bryan said!" Sirius shook his head and said dissatisfiedly, "I have lost feeling in my arm!"

Remus smiled wryly, but Sirius looked confident.

Amosta's reply was very concise, only a few short sentences, and the moment he saw this short sentence clearly, Remus' face froze, and then he smiled helplessly.

clatter——

Sirius, who had been tied up for a long time, finally regained his freedom. He struggled to stand up, but failed for a long time. He could only continue to lie on the camp bed, panting heavily, and asked,

"Did Blaine prove my innocence?"

"No--"

Surprisingly, Remus shook his head and said,

"Amostar only replied to me with one sentence——

'No time'! "