Chapter 63: Lucius Malfoy

Chapter 63: Lucius Malfoy

“Draco? He didn’t come home for Christmas. Of course, I spoke to him before.” Sherlock folded his hands and stared straight at them.

“Why are you asking me about this?”

Hermione avoided his gaze, “We’re just curious about it. You know, people like Draco are usually not very likable. Have you given him any greetings or blessings lately?”

When Hermione was asking this, neither Harry nor Ron saw Sherlock’s eyes. They couldn’t help but cover up their ears. Sherlock raised his eyebrows. He didn’t understand why Hermione asked him this question for a while.

“Greetings or blessings? Does punishing him for cleaning the toilet count?”

He suddenly seemed to want to understand something, and his eyes gradually narrowed, “Do you suspect that I am the culprit behind all of this?”

Hermione, Harry, and Ron laughed and looked at each other, “How can we do that? We’re just curious, that’s all.”

“Yes, we are just curious. We don’t have any other purpose.”

“Don’t misunderstand us, professor. We have absolute trust in you.”

Sherlock glanced at them, “Really? Do you want to clean the toilet as well?”

The three waved their hands back and forth, “No, professor, thank you very much for the offer.”

“I suddenly remembered that we hadn’t had dinner yet. Let’s go to the Hall for dinner. Bye, professor!”

Seeing their backs fleeing in a hurry, Sherlock pondered, “Well, this is suspicious; what are these children doing?”

Lucius was silent. He stood quietly in the same place as if hesitating and thinking. This talk is interesting, and Sherlock also took time out to play with the Phoenix, who was standing on the golden branch.

However, the Phoenix had no interest in him and was unmoved by Sherlock’s hand. He raised his head and looked at him with cold eyes as if it was saying, “Stupid human.”

About five minutes passed, and Lucius seemed to have finally made up his mind. He was no longer angry, and when he spoke again, his tone suddenly softened.

“I only have him, Dumbledore. Neither Narcissa nor I can lose him, please.”

Snape and Professor McGonagall were all stunned by Lucius’ words at this time. They had never seen this person showing such behavior. But Dumbledore seemed to have expected this; he stood up from his chair and stared at Lucius.

“He’s a Hogwarts student, and I’ll try to save him without you telling me. But I want to know if there is any way to end this. Or is there anything you want to say to me, Lucius?”

“How could I know about these things in Hogwarts?” Lucius’ voice grew louder.

“I mean, maybe you can tell us something of value?” Dumbledore was unmoved.

He was silent again. However, the silence was not long this time, but Sherlock could clearly see that Lucius experienced a mental struggle that was even more difficult to decide than just now.

Ultimately, he seemed to force the words out of his mouth.

“The youngest girl in the Weasley family, she has something with her.”

Dumbledore’s brows relaxed, and Professor McGonagall looked at Lucius in disbelief. Although Snape didn’t act as fiercely as she did, he had almost the same gaze.

“Can you please call Miss Ginny Weasley from Gryffindor, Phineas?”