Chapter 582

"Malfoy, aren't you suspended? Professor McGonagall told us after the previous dinner, how are you... At home?"

Hermione was the first to speak. Although she didn't deal with Malfoy, she was at least more magnanimous than Harry and Ron. For those tit for tat in the past, it was childish to fight with children afterwards.

Under her guidance, Harry and Ron were secretly relieved. They don't understand the current situation of Malfoy's family. Although they obviously don't know much, they don't know nothing. The little lions of Gryffindor college are mostly of this character. When facing the weak, they often unconsciously show compassion.

Yeah! Draco Malfoy was actually the weak side now, which made Harry and them secretly sigh.

"Are you sympathizing with me?" Malfoy heard Hermione mention the situation in his family. His heart was like being pricked by a needle. After hesitating for a moment, he turned away with a faint anger. "I don't need your sympathy. I don't need to ask such stupid... Such questions in the future."

His blond hair was still carefully combed as usual, and His Wizard's robe was not wrinkled at all. This rigorous living habit, which has been cultivated since childhood, has never been far away from him, just like his pride of being born in a pure blood family.

However, the so-called situation is stronger than people. The low trend of the family has brought him a great impact, and even his consistent arrogant words are gradually fading. The "stupidity" that could not be fully said seemed to be a small epitome of his current life, silently complaining about the heavy burden brought to him by the terrible changes.

"Hermione is... Well, she cares about you?"

Harry was an old enemy of Malfoy, and he couldn't hear the insulting word that was almost blurted out. But the other party just said half and took it back in time, which really made him wonder whether he should be angry or not.

"Never mind -" Hermione stopped Harry, indicating that he didn't have to quarrel with Malfoy again at this time. "Well, I can apologize - we won't ask any more. I just want to know what you came to us for this time?"

"I want to see some people, but I don't know where to find them," Malfoy said expressionless after a moment of meditation. "Then I thought, I thought you must know, so I came here immediately."

"You don't know, but we do?" Hermione wondered. "Who are you looking for?"

"Dumbledore used to set up an organization to fight... Voldemort." Malfoy paused again and said the name that had been taboo by wizards for many years. "Members of that organization had been active here before, and it was not until Voldemort failed recently... I think you should understand that now I need to see them... Yes, it is now."

"You want to see the members of the order of the Phoenix?" Ron said strangely. "What do you want to see them do? Apologize to them? Or do you want to repent for the bad things you sat down in the past?"

"What bad thing have I done? I let KRAB and gore beat you several times, but can it be a bad thing?"

When Malfoy heard this, he immediately pushed him back. Obviously, although he has restrained a lot, he still can't bear to be subconsciously satirized by Ron. The Malfoy family with blond hair and the Weasley family with red hair are also feuds. One is proud of pure blood and the other is a disgrace of pure blood. The two families may not be able to live in peace in this life.

"Hey, Malfoy, you --"

Ron obviously was provoked by Malfoy, and immediately he was gnashing his teeth for a while. He wanted to throw two punches at him.

"All right!" Hermione waved her hand again and frowned. "We understand what you want to do, Malfoy, but why do you want to see them? If we don't explain it, I don't think we can reveal their identity."

Malfoy put his eyes back on Hermione and stopped looking at Ron's provocative posture. But he seemed very hesitant. After a while, he shook his head.

"I don't want to say more," he took a deep breath and slowly said, "I can only promise you that I won't do what I shouldn't do, and it doesn't make sense. This time, I just want to ask them a few questions and confirm one thing with them."

"Then I'm afraid we don't have to talk," Hermione shook her head decisively. "Many of them are inconvenient to reveal their identity, which is one of the reasons why they always insist on confidentiality. In fact, I don't need to say more. I believe you can understand the truth."

"Really?" Malfoy's face remained unchanged, just slightly closed his eyes and thought for a while, and then immediately nodded, "I know, that's it..."

After that, he turned around and wanted to leave at a steady pace.

"Well... You wait," Hermione said suddenly and stopped her. "It's reasonable that we shouldn't decide whether they would like to see you or not. I'll send a letter now. If you still have time, wait here... Whether they will see you or not is up to them to judge. How about it?"

"Hermione?"

Harry looked at her immediately, and Ron looked at her.

They didn't understand why Hermione suddenly changed her mind. It's not a big deal to write a letter, but... Is it really necessary for Malfoy?

"Just ask him, it's no big deal, isn't it?" Hermione explained quickly. "Although the Malfoy family has always been arrogant, they must not be arrogant now. For the Malfoy family who is now at a low ebb, maybe lupin will find some special value."

"What the hell is it worth?" Ron murmured.

Hermione glanced at him and shook her head gently.

"Didn't Maka also choose to pull Malfoy's father? Maybe it would be good for the order of the Phoenix to a certain extent." seeing Malfoy coming back, she further lowered her voice, "we're probably the same - what harm can it do to help him ask?"

"You has the final say."

Harry shrugged his shoulders, but he stood up directly and didn't want to see Malfoy's face again.

Although he did so because he hated Malfoy in his heart, he didn't adapt to it more. It was actually a very strange feeling, as if he wanted to see the Slytherin snake who sneered at him when he disagreed, which made him wonder if he was the so-called "masochism".

"I'll wait here. You write -"

While they were talking, Malfoy had returned to Hermione, who immediately stopped talking.

"You... You can come in and sit down. I don't think anyone will come out to embarrass you."

Hermione looked around and found that the corridor was naturally dark, and there was no place to sit. As a girl who thinks she is broad-minded enough, she thinks it's better to let Malfoy sit down and wait in the common room, so as not to make people think that they Gryffindor don't know how to treat guests.

"No need," Malfoy urged dryly, rejecting her kindness ungratefully. "Go quickly! Don't worry about me..."

Hermione looked at each other with Harry and Ron. After nodding slightly, Hermione turned and returned to the door hole behind the portrait of the fat lady.

"You still want to invite him in? What do you treat him as? A friend or a guest?" Ron looked angry and dissatisfied. "If he wants to stand in the corridor, let him stand!"

"Stop talking nonsense," Hermione waved her hand carelessly, walked quickly to the round table where she had been reading, and took out a small piece of parchment from her big schoolbag. "Well... Do you want to send a letter to Marca, too?"

"Then you'll have to borrow another barn owl," said Harry, suddenly looking at the magic wall clock on the wall and reminding him, "it's time to turn off the lights in a while. The West Tower is not close to here. Is it in time?"

"There should be no problem," Hermione thought for a moment. "The letter to Maka doesn't need to be too urgent. I can write it slowly in a moment. I just want to tell Maka something. I can tell him this time..."

As she spoke, she took a quill and dipped it in ink, and began to write.

Hermione's handwriting is not bad. She doesn't say anything gorgeous and elegant. At least it's neat and clear. In addition, her brain melon seeds had always been quick thinking, and this letter asking Lu Ping was finished soon.

"All right!" Hermione folded the parchment and stuffed it into the letter envelope. Then she picked up her wand, gently touched the seal and stuck it up. "Let's go! Lend your Hedwig --"

"What 'use it', my Hedwig is not an object!" Harry took the envelope directly and followed Hermione and Ron to the outer corridor again.

They hurried back and forth, which made other little lions in the common room very curious. But curiosity is curiosity. They are not interested in getting together to find out about Malfoy's annoying guy.

"Come on, Malfoy, you can follow us to the owl shed," Hermione called him, "or you can keep waiting here?"

"I'll go too." Malfoy said without hesitation.