Chapter 521 Draco's Request for Help

At Hogwarts, the little snakes and the little lions have always been rivals.

Maybe it's because of personalities that they don't like each other, or maybe it's some historical legacy between the two founders, Salazar Slytherin and Godric Gryffindor. As long as the students of the college are on the same occasion, they either quarrel or simply turn their heads and leave.

It is very rare to think that sitting at the same table and having breakfast like this today.

However, judging from the performance of Slughorn and Draco, this time they seemed to have discussed something before the meal. At this time, seeing that Slughorn took the initiative to hand over the conversation to Draco, most of them looked at Draco with puzzled expressions.

Being surrounded by a group of people who were not very friendly before was a very hard thing, and Draco clearly showed a look of discomfort. But a bad experience will always make people change. This time, he did not raise his chin as usual to show his noble temperament, but lowered his head slightly, and his eyes drooped on the table. indefinite.

I... He opened his mouth, but just as he opened his mouth, he twisted his arms as if something was wrong with him, No, Mr. Slughorn... I think I still...

I don't think you can hesitate anymore, Slughorn said with a rare insistence. You know, a smooth old man like him usually doesn't urge others forcefully. Think about your parents. ,child.

Draco muttered a few words softly, but most people didn't understand what he said, and it seemed that he was using some reason to convince himself. After waiting for a while, he gritted his teeth and raised his head.

McLean, I...please...yes, please save my father, Draco simply closed his eyes and squeezed out a sentence from his throat, he was just forced to, I can't just watch him go to Azkaban.

Just such a sentence seemed to exhaust all the strength in his whole body. After he said what he needed to say, his shoulders that were tense due to the force suddenly collapsed, and he lowered his face again and fell silent.

Draco's words were like a silencer spell, making the table silent. Everyone was thinking about this sentence, some were surprised, some were skeptical, and Slughorn was watching everyone wait slowly.

The next moment, except for Draco, everyone's eyes were on Maca. Everyone looked at his face one after another, as if they wanted to find some traces and clues from his expression.

It's a pity that when Maca thinks about things, he never shows it on his face. Especially after experiencing the lack of affection, this habit of controlling expressions becomes more obvious.

Of course Maca was also a little surprised, but not as surprised as the others. For Draco's request, it is unexpected, but it is also reasonable.

Since Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy, had been on the front line before Voldemort's death, his death eater identity was a foregone conclusion. When Voldemort lost power for the first time, Lucius was able to rely on the power of his family to get rid of the accusation only because he had not revealed his identity at that time, but this time it was obviously doomed.

Maca didn't know much about the review process of the Ministry of Magic this time, but now that Draco has been forced to come over and ask him, presumably the new Minister of Magic, Rufus Scrimgeour, wants to cut the mess quickly.

After all, the former Auror Office Director is a vigorous and decisive person after all, and he has never been soft on the dark wizard. Even if Maca is willing to give Lucius a hand, he will definitely encounter a lot of resistance.

You know, for a Minister of Magic, every additional Voldemort remnant who is arrested is equivalent to a considerable political achievement! Whether public or private, this matter is not so easy to handle.

But for Maca, the first thing he has to consider is profit—helping Lucius once,

How about getting a big favor for himself and the school from him, the Hogwarts school manager? Or let it go and let it go, one less wall weed that dangles around, so that he can't see it or worry about it?

I probably know something about your father, Lucius Malfoy, Maca looked at Draco calmly, no one knew what he was thinking about just now, I can try...

Really? Draco suddenly looked up, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

No matter how you do not distinguish between good and evil, children are children after all. As far as a teenager is concerned, changes in his parents and family always affect his life and everything.

Maca's semi-affirmative answer was equivalent to the only rope that could bear the weight. How could Draco, who was trapped in the deep well, not reach out?

The current Ministry of Magic is not the time when Fudge is in charge. You'd better not have too much hope, Maca thought for a while, Even if I try my best to fight for your father, you have to be ready to accept a body. The psychological preparation of the father who bears the wanted warrant.

What do you mean? Draco asked subconsciously.

Maca shook her head slightly.

I think you understand what I'm talking about. He didn't give a clear explanation for the sentence.

In fact, even if Maca didn't say anything, Draco could more or less understand what he meant. In other words, maybe Maca would have to steal his father out of Azkaban at that time—of course, the premise was that he had to go in and squat for a few days first.

As for whether Lucius has done any outrageous things, anyway, Maca can't think of a few. Or, in fact, that guy was caught in the middle from the very beginning, and he simply wanted to do bad things and didn't have the chance.

It wasn't until recently that he was forced by the situation and had to confront the Order of the Phoenix head-on, causing a few small disturbances. The punishment of throwing Lucius into Azkaban may indeed be a bit unreasonable.

But with regard to this kind of nonsense, who would think that the trial was unreasonable except for Lucius' relatives and family members? If Draco hadn't brought it up here today, Maca wouldn't even have noticed.

I see. Draco nodded sadly, and then stopped talking.

Can't you even say 'thank you'? Ron muttered in a low voice, but the table was quiet, and everyone could hear his complaint clearly.

Draco's neck flushed for a while, and he habitually wanted to sarcastically say a few words to Ron, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he tried his best to hold back. The request that was so difficult to speak just now has been uttered, if the mouth trembles now, maybe all the previous efforts will be wiped out.

After opening and closing his mouth a few times, he pursed his mouth again and gave up the advantage of the tongue.

But...is it time to say thank you? Draco glanced at Maca, and made a few gestures in his heart about this extremely unfamiliar word to his young master Malfoy, but found that he couldn't say it no matter what he thought.

If you can't say it, don't say it, Maca waved his hand. You just have to remember that I agreed because you are also a Hogwarts. In school, Slytherin and Gryffindor It doesn’t matter how much you don’t like it...you can graduate and leave the school, what you should remember is ‘Hogwarts’, not the specific college, understand?”

Draco took a deep breath and nodded silently. Ron wanted to laugh when he saw his cowardice, but when Maca glared at him, he had no choice but to put away his gleeful expression.

Maka, you are becoming more and more like a real professor. Hermione said with a smile.

Miss Granger is right, Slughorn couldn't help nodding his head when he saw that the matter was over, McLean is also right...we are all Hogwarts students, if we don't Unite, then who else should unite? In my opinion, Slytherin and Gryffindor have no irreconcilable contradictions...

As he spoke, he paused for a while, and suddenly a bright light flashed in his eyes.

...Speaking of this, I immediately remembered what happened when I was the head of Slytherin, Slughorn said excitedly, I think you all know that there are many outstanding students among the students I have taught. wizards... In fact, most of them have joined a small organization I founded, including Slytherin and Gryffindor! I think you can join in together, for the unity of Hogwarts How about taking the lead?

You mean your 'Slug Club'? Maca casually said, Okay, I can put a name on it, but don't pester Harry and the others, what they should do now is to be good Study, don't you?

Oh, you're right... Slughorn was overjoyed at first, but then he looked at Harry and Hermione reluctantly, as if he was feeling sorry for it, Well... I won't be able to wait until I graduate. Not too late, yes yes...it shouldn't be too late...

This breakfast came to an end in the regretful eyes of the bald old man, and everyone left one after another to their respective places. Maca also returned to his office, intending to sort out the lesson preparation materials he had made in St. Mungo's ward.

But before he turned over a few sheets of information, he heard a few knocks suddenly sounded behind the curtain behind him, knocking on the window glass.

He knew that it was most likely that Mafa the owl had come over, and maybe it had sent some letters and parcels for him.

But he waved his hand casually, the heavy curtains were pushed aside by him with a snap, the windows creaked open, and the morning sun suddenly slanted into his messy and crowded office.

Immediately, an envelope slid down onto his desk.