Chapter 329： Operation Malfoy

"That mudblood went to find the Malfoy boy?" Umbridge said in disbelief as he looked at the little Aiken in front of him.

It was a vulgar and uncomfortable room, everything was covered with lacy drapes and tablecloths, and several vases full of dried flowers, each on its own little cushion. On one wall hangs a set of decorative plates, each featuring a large brightly colored cat with a different bow around its neck.

The disgust in little Aiken's eyes flashed for a moment, and then he smiled again: "Yes, ma'am, I saw Wallup and Malfoy come out of the same classroom one after another, and Wallup looked very alert, He didn't want to be seen by others."

Umbridge walked back and forth in her own office with great satisfaction, frowning, and said, "How did Malfoy get along with that Mudblood?"

"Madame, this is clearly one of Wallup's ways against us," said Little Aiken.

"He? Joke, how does a Mudblood order Slater?" Umbridge said.

"Madam, please allow me to remind you," Little Aiken adjusted his collar, "On the surface, Wallup is a student of Hogwarts, but in fact, he was taught by Grindelwald himself. people."

The name Grindelwald made Umbridge snort coldly: "What about Grindelwald? Isn't he wanted by the Ministry of Magic of various countries and dare not show up?"

Working with an arrogant idiot who doesn't learn his lesson is more painful than a powerful enemy...

Little Aiken controlled his facial expressions well: "Ma'am, our plan is to intensify the conflict between the mudbloods and purebloods, and Slytherin is obviously a very good sword. Wallop will not be surprised. At this point, the kid he contacted the Malfoys must be trying to sabotage our plan."

Umbridge wondered, "What can he do?"

"Given our status advantage, there are not many things he can do, but not a lot," said Little Aiken. "Madam, please think about it, what is the biggest obstacle to the implementation of our plan?"

Umbridge was obviously not good at thinking. She held it back for a while before saying, "That group of students who don't have rules, they will violate the rules we make? But, like you said, Mudbloods and The contradiction between pure blood is natural, why does Wallup eliminate it?"

"Of course he can't eliminate it, but the contradiction can be transferred." Little Aiken explained.

"Then what should we do?" Umbridge gave up thinking completely.

Little Aiken smiled: "Don't worry, Madam, I'm ready."

"Very good, Fabian, it's right to leave it to you, go, in this Hogwarts, you can act in my name." Umbridge said directly.

"Thanks for your trust."

Leaving the greasy and vulgar office, little Aiken's eyes flashed with disgust and disdain.

Stupid... has the British Ministry of Magic been reduced to this?

However, an idiot boss is sometimes not a bad thing.

Wallup, let me see how you'll deal with it? Little Aiken's eyes were cold.

At this time, a small conflict was taking place in the eerie Slytherin common room in the Black Lake.

"Crabbe, pay attention to your tone of voice to the senior." Osman said grimly.

Because of Umbridge's unfair treatment, Ottoman only had to clean the bathroom in the Slytherin lounge, a little but always.

Osman casually manipulated the mop and dragged the ground a few times to get ready, but Crabbe, the big fool, came in with wet boots.

This made Osman very angry, and what made him even more angry was that under his own rebuke, this stupid big man dared to talk back.

Crabbe snorted and laughed, and then said bitterly: "This is what you should do. Can't you come in after you clean up?"

Osman's eyes darkened immediately: "Do you need me to teach you politeness, boy?"

The quarrel between the two attracted a lot of people's attention, but they just languidly leaned against the walls of the corridor to watch the show.

This is probably the characteristic of Slytherin. If one of the two quarrelling does not belong to the Snake House, then they will immediately form a group to help their own people.

But if both of them are from the Snake House, then let them go - Slytherin worships the strong.

When the two were deadlocked, Malfoy led a large group of people over.

Osman turned his head to see Malfoy, and since the other side sponsored the Slytherin Quidditch team with a Nimbus 2001 each last year, the whole team has followed him.

Knowing that Crabbe was Malfoy's younger brother, Osman had to snorted and turned away. He didn't want to conflict with so many people.

However, Malfoy grabbed him from behind.

"Hey, Ottoman."

Osman turned his head, and he forced a smile: "Good evening."

The Malfoy family has a great career, and because of its ability to make money, it is also quite prestigious in the academy. This is not the person he wants to provoke head-on.

To his surprise, Malfoy called Crabbe over again.

"Vincent (name of Crabbe), come here, don't be stupid, and apologize to Osman."

Crabbe moved his chubby body reluctantly and apologized to Osman under Malfoy's stern gaze.

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"Crabbe is just more straight-minded, Osman, don't bother with him." Although his tone was still as arrogant as ever, Malfoy's attitude was still friendly.

This made Osman a little surprised, but since the other party gave him face first, he naturally wanted to return the gift.

"Of course, I wouldn't take it to heart, Draco." He called out Malfoy's name.

"That's good, at this time, we Slytherin should be more united, shouldn't we?" Malfoy said.

"you are right."

After a few words of flattery, Malfoy approached Osman and said in a low voice, "Man, do you know what's the most important thing right now?"

"what?"

Malfoy showed a greedy smile: "Remember what Umbridge said? She will select members from among the students to form a special operations investigation team... This is exactly how Slytherin gets more rights. Opportunity..."

"Then what's the use of you looking for me..." Halfway through, Osman stopped himself, thinking of the key point.

Malfoy continued for him: "Hey, man, we all know she's going to give you a priority... She's going to buy our Slytherins to help her deal with the disobedient Mudbloods. ."

Of course, as a typical person, he is likely to be the first to be selected... Thinking of this, Osman, who has not really received the privilege, has a arrogant tone.

"Who knows, but it's a possibility."

Malfoy smiled: "At that time, I hope you can do me a favor, just casually mention my name..."

Osman sneered in his heart, and knew that Malfoy would not put down the air for no reason. Sure enough, he had already thought about seeking privileges.

But he still had an embarrassed expression on his face: "Draco, this matter is not very clear, and even if I am selected, I am afraid..."

Malfoy raised his head proudly: "You're more than two years away from graduating, and then I'll ask my father to help you write a letter of recommendation to the ministry—whatever position you're seeking."

Osman's eyes lit up, and the Malfoy family's promise still carried a lot of weight.

He immediately laughed: "Leave it to me."

"Then wait for your news."

After all this was done, Malfoy directed Crabbe again: "Clean up the water stains you left."

"Hey, Draco..." Crabbe looked at Malfoy reluctantly.

But under Malfoy's gaze, Crabbe honestly went to get the mop, and gave Osman a vicious look before leaving.

Osman sneered in his heart, this is not what I secretly complained, but your boss wants to buy my heart.

But... he glanced at Malfoy secretly.

Malfoy's small group is actually a very good choice. As far as he knows, Crabbe and Goyle climbed on Malfoy's thigh, and their father's status in the ministry has improved.

If I could gain Malfoy's trust...

Thinking of this, Osman sneered in his heart, and it's not impossible to replace Crabbe's stupid big man...

At night, Osman was about to fall asleep, but when he put his hand into the quilt, he suddenly touched something wet and sticky to the lake.

He screamed and opened the quilt, there was a **** dead rat in the center of the sheet!

"Who did it?!" Osman, who has a slight cleanliness addiction, felt like he was going crazy.

But even if half of the lounge was woken up, the culprit was not found in the end.

Osman finally washed his hands ten times and huddled on the sofa in front of the campfire for the night.

The next day, when he propped up his tired body, he found that his hair had been turned pure green by magic hair dye at some point.

"Who did it?!"

The surrounding Slytherin students all showed mocking smiles, Osman glared at everyone, and then found that Crabbe, who had been following Malfoy, did not appear.

After a while, Crabbe came out dozing off, he saw Osman, and gave him another vicious look.

Bastard... Osman wanted to go over and question the other party directly, but Crabbe stuck to Malfoy's side together.

He took a deep breath and suppressed his anger abruptly.

I need evidence, as long as there is evidence, I can kick that stupid big Crabbe away and take his place...

Osman thought.

Life at Hogwarts is still going on under Umbridge's high-pressure management.

After the afternoon class, Malfoy found Sean again.

"I followed the method you gave, and now Osman has begun to doubt Crabbe."

Sean snapped his fingers: "Very well, Draco, remember, as long as Osman has no evidence, you still have to speak for Crabbe, but gradually, you have to show your distrust, of course, only in front of Against Ottoman."

Malfoy nodded, then asked, "What am I going to do the rest of the time?"

Sean smiled mysteriously: "Use your strengths."

"Advantages?"

"Tell a story."

"Huh?" Malfoy looked confused.

Sean leaned over and whispered: "You need to build up your reputation, then, some stories that contain secrets that ordinary people can't know can not only increase your mystery, but also increase your prestige... Come over and tell you A little secret."

Malfoy leaned in curiously, his eyes widening after a moment.

His expression changed constantly, surprised and excited from time to time, as if he had heard a lot of big secrets.

After a while, Sean patted him on the shoulder: "Process it, anyway, you should have been to some mysterious old castle or something, first use these stories to attract people's attention, and when the time is right, I will give you some more. A little help, and then you can start screening members to build a team. Think, my friend, the whole Slytherin Academy, how strong should your team be?"

Malfoy gasped, his face flushed as if he had seen a wonderful future.

That night, in Slytherin's common room, Malfoy was surrounded by everyone.

He just told a story about his encounter with the xxxxx dangerous magical animal cat and leopard in the Appalachian Mountains At the end of the story, he used a pre-arranged spell to wake up the hypnotized cat and leopard himself , and finally escaped in a thrilling manner.

Some people don't quite believe it: "Draco, you are bragging, a xxxxx dangerous magical creature, that is something that only dozens or even hundreds of adult wizards can deal with, and I listen to Ska in class. Professor Mander said that cat leopards are very rare now, you can see them once you go on a trip?"

Draco looked disgusted: "Believe it or not, at least I have seen such a magical creature with my own eyes. This is an experience that I can remember for the rest of my life, and you will never see it."

Another student chimed in: "My hometown is in North America, and the scene Draco is describing is indeed unique to the Appalachian Mountains."

The student was indeed not a native of the United Kingdom, and having said that, Malfoy's description of the scene had some credibility.

Seeing that more and more people were coming around, Malfoy decided to release the big killer that Sean gave him.

"Hmph, what is a cat leopard, I still know about Slytherin's secret room."

"Just kidding, Draco, the Chamber of Secrets has long been sealed by Dumbledore. No one has ever seen the Chamber of Secrets except him." Someone immediately retorted.

Malfoy didn't even look directly at him, he snorted coldly: "Do you think the Malfoy family's heritage for so many years doesn't exist?"

The other students looked at each other in dismay. Malfoy's words were true. His family was indeed very powerful.

"Then why didn't you report the location of the back room to the professors when the basilisk ran out of the back room last year?" someone asked.

"Idiot, the basilisk was placed in the secret room by Slytherin. He naturally has his own intentions. How could I interfere with him?"