Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“Yes, we decided to hang the Dark Devil's Mark over the tower, forcing you to hurry back and see who was killed.” Malfoy said, "It worked! ”

“Not necessarily…” Dumbledore said, at Malfoy's discretion, "so can I understand that no one has been killed yet? ”

“A man died," Malfoy immediately said, his voice suddenly rose by an eight-degree degree, “one of your people, I don't know who it is, it's too dark, I didn't see clearly... I crossed over from the body, I should wait for you to come back up here, blame you Phoenix people for coming out of the way...”

“Nice. Exactly.” Dumbledore said.

“And Fenrir Greyback, the rude werewolf, who took his men to the Griffindor Public Lounge, he would certainly bite a lot of people.” Malfoy, in retaliation, said he seemed pissed off by Dumbledore's expression, "This is...”

He paused again, turning his head and looking back.

Another collision and people screaming sounded louder than just now.

Listening to the sound, it seemed that someone was fighting on a spinning staircase leading to Dumbledore, Malfoy and Harry's side.

“Getting werewolves into the castle is the wrong thing to do tonight, and if Greyback does bite one of the students, it's going to be the worst disaster, and I don't want that to happen, Draco, and I know you don't either.” Dumbledore said, "Well, there's not much time left, so let's discuss your options. ”

“My choice! Malfoy shouted," You can't do anything, I'm not as fragile as you believe, I don't care about the safety of the mud breeds or who the werewolves bit! Now, I'm standing here with a wand, and I'm gonna kill you! ”

“Enough, my dear boy, let's stop acting. If you really wanted to kill me, you would have done it after removing my weapon, instead of stopping to talk to me happily about these measures and methods. ”

“No, I...”

“You're not a Death Eater, you're not that depraved! ”

“But... I don't have a choice!” Malfoy said his face became as bleak as Dumbledore's, "I had to! He'll kill me! He'll kill my family! ”

“Yes, I understand your situation!” Dumbledore said, "This brings me back to the question you asked me before, why I knew everything but stood by and watched. As I said, I'm trying to protect you, otherwise why haven't I met you before? It's not a good idea, but I have to, because I know that if Voldemort finds out I'm suspicious of you, you'll be assassinated. ”

Malfoy twitched in fear, seemingly thinking of that horrible picture.

“I know you accepted the assignment, yes, I know the full contents of the assignment, but I am afraid to talk to you about it and fear that he will use an ingenuity spell on you.” Dumbledore continues, "Now we can finally speak frankly… I understand that so far you have not caused any damage, have not harmed anyone, you are very lucky that those you have wrongly injured have survived and there will be no more casualties tonight… I can help you, Draco, trust me! ”

“No, it's impossible!” Malfoy said that his hand with the wand was trembling very hard, "no one could help me, no one... he asked me to do this, I had to do it, otherwise he would kill me, I had no choice. ”

“I understand, but you can choose, get back on the right path, Draco, and we can hide you in absolute safety, safer than you can imagine. Besides, I can send a member of the Phoenix Society tonight to hide your mother, and your father is not in danger in Azkaban, and we will protect him then. Stand on the right path, Draco, you are not a murderer, you cannot do that...”

Malfoy stared stubbornly at Dumbledore and seemed unable to believe the werewolves.

“But I've come this far, haven't I?” He said slowly, "They think I won't wait for the achievement to die, but I'm still alive, and I let the Death Eaters in...”

“It's also a trap, a trap I set up.” Dumbledore said, interrupting Malfoy, "As I said, I knew you'd be here tonight, and I chose to move out of Hogwarts tonight and let Rosemarta see it. Hogwarts' defense is not as weak as you think it is tonight, and you and the Death Eaters have no chance of success, but will be wiped out by the Phoenix. ”

“But...” Malfoy muttered, "Greyback they went to Gryffindor...”

“I must say, this is beyond my expectations, but if you look closely, every college in the school is staffed with Phoenix guards, and Greyback and his claw teeth can't take advantage of anything.” Dumbledore said softly, "Besides, Ivan's on his way, and I don't think Greyback's going to get a chance. ”

“Me, my plan failed?” Malfoy asked incredibly.

“There is no chance of success from beginning to end. ”

“No, it's impossible. I did it. You're bluffing. You're under my control! Now I'm the one holding the wand, you listen to my layout...”

“No, Draco!” Dumbledore said calmly, "Now you listen to me, not me. Drop the wand, my dear boy. ”

Draco did not speak, his mouth was wide open and the hand holding the wand was still shaking.

Then Harry felt as if it had gone down a little bit...

Because of Dumbledore, Draco seems to have given up altogether!

Harry's tight heart just dropped and raised it again.

All of a sudden, Malfoy was pulled aside in a blink of an eye as his footsteps swept up the stairs.

A group of people in black robes broke out the door and hugged it to the wall...

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Ivan became a black cat and ran quickly along a dark, narrow corridor towards the Gryffindor Tower, at the end of the corridor in front of him, where he heard the werewolf Fenrir Greyback laugh.

“Ha-ha-ha, Hogwarts, look at these lovely kids, they're so delicious! There are so many throats to rip. It tastes so good. It tastes so good!” Greyback lifted a yellow nail and picked up the front teeth, smiling at the students in front of him.

Across from him, Hermione, Ginny, and all the other students who had just gushed out of the Griffindor Lounge because they heard the noise sucked in a breath of cold air, and they shook and looked at Greyberg outside the lounge with horror, and the look of this werewolf was horrible.

Even if it is not a full moon night, his image is still horrible beyond imagination...