Chapter 508

For the whole order of the Phoenix, the words leaked from Draco's mouth are naturally a clue worthy of attention, but Draco himself doesn't have much to consider at present.

Although he not only cast the curse outside the school, but also recited the heart drilling curse, one of the three Unforgivable Curses. But let alone whether he was released or not, even if he was released, it is not a top priority at this time.

After that, lupin and Tonks only mentioned in the mission record about Draco's practice of magic spells under the hillside for future treatment. As for nadrako, he continued on his way to find his place without knowing it.

In fact, as long as you don't have to find a place to stay near Hogwarts, there is still a lot of choice. Not to mention Diagon Alley, there are many other wizard streets opened up in a corner of the Muggle world. Even if you spend more time looking for them, you can find the wizard store alone in the Muggle world.

In this modern magic world, except for some pure blood fanatics, many ordinary wizards no longer resist the existence of Muggles. Even some wizards are particularly interested in Muggles. This can be seen from the Muggle research course set up by Hogwarts.

Like Ron's father Arthur, he is the kind of wizard who is particularly interested in Muggle things. The reason why he is conspicuous because of this is only because of his pure blood family background. Without the drag of the name "pure blood traitor", I'm afraid not so many people care whether he likes Muggles or hates Muggles.

Hufflepuff's concept and action of treating students equally and recruiting students has gradually formed an irresistible trend in the circulation of hundreds of years. Perhaps in the near future, the beautiful scene of harmonious coexistence between Muggles and wizards may not be a ridiculous nonsense.

Of course, Maka may think about these seemingly interesting future sometimes, but it's difficult for Draco to understand something.

This time, after leaving the snow slope, he went to find an unknown wizard alley and dealt with it in a hostel for two days.

During this period, he thought a lot about Voldemort and his family, but the more he thought about it, the more confused he was.

Sometimes, strength may not be everything, but it is limited to the premise that the strength gap is small; Now, if Voldemort and Marca are compared together, it seems that Voldemort is really a bit worse, but if you really think about it, you can find that Voldemort is better than the past!

A wizard as powerful as him, coupled with his consistent ruthlessness, it would be easier than he thought if he wanted to erase the whole Malfoy family.

That's why Draco is on his way to Hogwarts. He pursed his lips tightly and didn't even change his expression all the way.

He now understood what his father Lucius had to do - he might be even worse if he was threatened and forced by a great devil who killed like a chicken.

In the past, he had never been in direct contact with Voldemort, and even once secretly worshipped the former Dark Lord. But now, when he was really shrouded in Voldemort's shadow, he knew how ignorant and ridiculous his childhood blind vision was.

Whether he killed or was killed, I'm afraid he didn't want Draco Malfoy.

He could be a little arrogant and domineering in school, and he didn't really convince that McClane. But now he finally understood that it was only because there was no threat of death and no real cruelty in the school.

"Should I..." Draco stepped down and a struggle appeared on his face. "Should I go to McLean for help?"

But at this moment, he suddenly felt an inexplicable coolness rising on his spine, which made him shiver.

"What's the matter?" Draco quickly turned back, his hand immediately reaching for the wand on the inside of his robe. "Who? Who's there?"

Unfortunately, behind him was only a small street with few people. Although there were several wizards walking by themselves, there was nothing suspicious.

What the hell happened just now? That feeling, as if someone was staring at himself coldly, gave him the illusion that he would be eaten alive in the next moment.

Although it is winter now and everyone is chilly on the road, Draco has unknowingly burst into a cold sweat.

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About ten minutes later, Draco finally arrived at Hogwarts castle.

He got up early today... No, if he had to, he didn't sleep well these days. When he went to Hogsmeade village, he found that many people went to Hogwarts Castle because today was the public day of the funeral.

He is indeed an early group, but he still seems to be squeezed in the path leading to the school.

Today, Hogwarts prepared a lot of breakfast to entertain a large number of guests. Therefore, most people went to the auditorium and sat down for dinner.

If you ask why, it's certainly not as simple as rubbing a breakfast. Such large-scale collective activities as today are rare in the whole magic world. Even those wizards who have nothing to do with Dumbledore will come eagerly to join the fun.

For the people around Dumbledore, today is a painful and sad day; But for some ordinary wizards, this is still a good time to make friends and expand their interpersonal circle.

Draco was still sitting at Slytherin's long table, eating breakfast in silence. In fact, he had eaten before he came, but once he returned to school, he was suddenly relieved. The school, called Hogwarts, is a place full of security for many people, even his Draco.

Before long, Maka also appeared in the auditorium. But he came out of the side porch calmly, passed the front end of the long table, and then quietly sat down on the teaching bench.

As soon as Marca appeared, dracoton found that many eyes glanced over there, and many of them looked at him again.

Maybe someone was watching him just now, but this time his sight was much more obvious. Bathed in these eyes, Draco fought back his uneasiness and ate breakfast without expression.

Of course he understood why those people looked at themselves. It was only because of his father Lucius Malfoy. Recently, my father was forced to stand on the front line of the most intense struggle, and he appeared several times. Those well-informed wizards had already known it clearly.

He Draco is here today, which is obviously Voldemort's meaning. This is not only a fact, but also something that even he can think of. Naturally, he is very sad.

It was at this moment that another line of sight also turned to Draco's direction. At first, he buried himself in the meal, but soon, the light from the corner of his eye found the owner of the line of sight.

When others looked at him, he could not care, but Maka looked at him, which made his heart complicated for a while.

Subconsciously, Draco stopped the fork in his hand, looked up at the teaching staff, and looked at Marca's eyes a little.

Their eyes were closed at the touch of one touch, and then they bowed their heads again and continued to enjoy the breakfast in front of them.

At that time, Maka naturally didn't feel much. He just felt that this might be a signal thrown by Voldemort, or provocation or hint; But Draco's side began to waver again.

He couldn't make up his mind to find Marca, not only because of his hidden pure blood pride, but also because... What reason did McLean have to help him Draco? What's the reason to help him with the Malfoy family?

If the positions of both sides were changed, he consciously would not help a person who had contradictions. In this case, it is polite not to fall into the well.

Draco still remembers that he used the word "mud seed" to express his contempt for Granger, and even almost scolded McLean together. As a result, McLean directly gave him a whole body bondage curse.

"... speaking of it, what's the origin of McLean?" Draco thought, looked at Marca again, and suddenly fell into a lot of doubt.

But no matter what he thought, the breakfast came to an end unconsciously. When the vast majority of guests put down their tableware one by one and wiped their mouths with napkins, Professor McGonagall stood up.

Soon, everyone stopped eating, and some whispering conversations quickly disappeared. Everyone knows that today's topic is finally coming.

"Everybody, it's almost time," McGonagall's voice rang through the whole auditorium under the power of magic. "Please follow the professor of our school and move to the open space in the front yard of the castle and wait for a moment -"

Hearing the speech, the guests got up and left their seats, followed by several professors who had already been waiting at the door. Draco naturally followed them and poured out of the auditorium while maintaining silence.

White snowflakes are still falling outside, and the wind is getting bigger and denser. This is a fierce snowstorm, which makes people breathless.

Feeling the knife cut pain on his cheeks, Draco lowered his eyes and walked slowly forward without saying a word. Not long ago, he repeatedly thought about death. For the first time, he felt the heaviness called "funeral".