Chapter 570： Forced break contract

They followed Myrtle and walked quickly in the direction of the girls' bathroom. The only advantage is that the library and the bathroom are on the same floor, so they don't need to go around far. As he approached the bathroom, Ron suddenly asked, "Myrtle, how did you meet Malfoy? I heard people say that you have a habit of peeking in the prefect's bathroom—"

Myrtle whimpered and passed through the wall with her face covered.

Harry and Hermione glared at Ron, and Ron shrugged. "I'm really curious."

"You can shut up." Hermione said. They came to the door of the bathroom where Myrtle usually occupies. Harry listened for a few seconds, then said in a low voice, "You can't hear anything...it must have been done. curse."

Harry and Ron turned their heads to look at Hermione, and Hermione decisively took out the beaded pouch, rummaged for a while and pulled out three telescopic ears from it.

"It's great, I hope I didn't apply the anti-disturbance spell, I tried... sure enough." Harry pushed one end of the flesh-colored telescopic ear into his ear and threw the other end toward the dirty door, and it automatically followed the door. Sew in.

They listened carefully.

A contrived voice squeezed their throats into their ears: "Still thinking about it? Or should I ask the master to give orders to your father directly? Draco, we are in a gang, and you just need a little help... …"

Hermione looked up in horror. "It's that woman, Umbridge! What does she want to do?"

Draco Malfoy's low, hoarse voice came out, "I, I can't...sign that contract...no, that contract will and will die."

"As long as you don't try to disobey. Malfoy, do you want to betray the master?"

"I, not..." Malfoy's voice lowered, "Your hope of success is too low. I can't bet on my life. I need to think about it for a while. I will reply to you tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. I have to ask. My dad—"

"Lucius is one of us, you don't think you can stay out of it."

"...I didn't think so."

"There is no time to waste for you, dear Draco. It's just right that you didn't agree, and I will report to you immediately. Then you will think about your father's end." Umbridge said in a sweet voice, which sounded like She was a naive little girl, but the three of Harry shuddered at the thought of her pie face and the threats made at the moment.

"What to do?" Hermione turned to look at them.

"What is the contract she was talking about—the one that will kill you?" Harry asked calmly.

"I guess it may be an'unbreakable oath'. Once signed, it cannot be changed. There is only one breach of the court-death." Hermione said softly, "but that requires a third person to be present."

Sure enough, the voice of the third person appeared. It sounded like the voice of a young man: "Sign it, Draco, I might as well tell you a secret, Dumbledore-the Muggle protector won't live long, the owner just stayed away... he was very Value this task and let us complete it at any cost. You never want to fail because of you in the end."

There was silence inside.

"What to do?" Hermione asked again.

"No matter what, they must be stopped." Harry said, and he jumped up, raised his wand and pointed at the door.

"Wait." Hermione said. "We don't know what their plan is yet. It's better to make them think it was an accident." She thought for a while, "I have an idea."

"Hermione—"

Hermione had already rushed out. She put on a panic expression and wandered back and forth at the door, "Huh? Why is the door locked?" She muttered to herself, and then drew out her wand, "Arahho opens." The door was muted. 'S spell was broken, and the bathroom door popped open a gap.

"We all came here at the risk of our lives, so why are you--" the man's impatient voice stopped abruptly.

"Hello—is anyone in there? I was in a hurry to go to the toilet—who arranged the spell at the door? Is it to stop Myrtle?" Hermione said slowly.

Just a few seconds is too long, it seems that I can't get through it. Harry and Ron sweated their palms, and they stared at Hermione, for fear of handing out a green wand from inside. Unable to wait for the other person to make a decision, Harry yelled eagerly: "Hermione, go back quickly, we'll be waiting for you outside!"

"Yeah, I still want to exchange chocolate frog cards with Dean." Ron shouted.

Hermione said in a hesitant voice, "Oh, wait, something went wrong...it seems someone is inside..."

"Need help?" Harry yelled.

Finally, the door opened and Draco Malfoy said palely, "It's you, Hermione Granger."

"Malfoy?" Hermione said in a surprised voice, "Why are you in the girls' bathroom? I want to tell the professor—"

"Don't worry about it! This place is abandoned," Malfoy whispered. "What are you doing here? Where are Potter and Weasley?"

"Of course it's going to the toilet!" Hermione said in a high-pitched voice, "They are outside, unlike you—"

"Go away, don't get in the way."

The dialogue kept getting closer, and Hermione said in a reluctant voice: "Wait, I must tell the professor, let him deduct points and put you in confinement! I also want to tell Filch! Let all the girls stare at you together. You sordid, despicable..."

Harry complimented Hermione secretly after hearing this, so that the people inside were somewhat scrupulous, and it would be difficult to look up to Malfoy again.

Malfoy's yellowish hair and pointed chin gradually became clear from the darkness. His face was sweaty and pale, as if he had just fallen ill. An angry Hermione followed.

"Draco Malfoy?" Harry pretended to be surprised.

Malfoy glared at them, then turned away without saying a word.

Hermione stopped angrily, until Malfoy disappeared, she calmly asked in a low voice, "How?" "Excellent." Ron gave a thumbs up, "Where are the people inside?" Hermione He shook his head slightly, indicating that he didn't see it.

"It might be hidden." Harry lipped, his wand in his hand kept facing the dark door of the abandoned girls' bathroom.

Hermione didn’t go in just now, and it would be bad if she was hit by the Imperius Curse. She was not sure to break free from the curse Ha used the wand and tapped Ron and herself on the phantom curse. Under the action, the two immediately merged into the dim environment. Hermione followed suit, and they slowly backed away, hiding in the dark. After quietly waiting for more than ten minutes, they were a little anxious. At this moment, there was a faint movement from inside.

A silver ray bloomed in the darkness. It seemed to be a cat, but it looked rather vague. The patron saint wandered around, turning into a little silver light and dissipating.

Then a short chubby woman showed her shape, she looked around and hurriedly left.

But none of the three of Harry said a word, they knew there was another person inside. After a while, a young wizard came out from inside and left in stride.

The three of them breathed a sigh of relief until their back disappeared.

"That person's name is Avery, we met at the Ministry of Magic before." Hermione said.

They walked back silently, seemingly worried. What happened today exceeded their expectations, "They obviously have a conspiracy, it's better to tell the professor." Hermione said, Harry and Ron nodded. Suddenly, the door of the broom room on the second floor opened silently, and three hands came out from the darkness to drag the three of Harry in.

They reacted almost instantaneously—Harry pushed open the humanoid iron armor curse, and the barrier clinging to his body swelled into a ball in the blink of an eye, squeezing the messy hands away, and two dark thorns flew out of Hermione’s beaded pouch. , Entangled towards the darkness; Ron took a step back, chanting the spell silently, and the white flames quickly condensed from the tip of the staff.

"It's us, Harry," said a very familiar voice.

Harry's heart was pounding, he looked at the figure in the dark, and said unbelievably, "Angelina?"

"Come in quickly."'Angelina' said anxiously.

The door of the broom room closed behind them.