Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

In Hogwarts, the little snakes and the little lions have always been rivals.

Maybe it’s because of personality that dislikes each other, or maybe it’s some historical issues that originated from the two founders of Salazar Slytherin and Godric Gryffindor. In short, these two As long as the students of the college are on the same occasion, they either quarrel or just turn around and leave.

It is very rare to want to sit at the same table and eat breakfast today.

However, combining the performance of Slughorn and Draco, this time they seemed to have discussed something before the meal.At this time everyone saw Slughorn take the initiative to hand over the conversation to Draco, and most of them looked at the latter with doubts.

It was hard work to be watched by a group of people who were not very friendly before, and Draco clearly showed a look of uncomfortableness.But bad experiences always make people change. He didn’t show his “noble temperament” by lifting his chin like usual this time. Instead, he lowered his head slightly and his sight was drooping on the desktop. indefinite.

"I..." He opened his mouth, but just as he spoke, he twisted his arms as if something was wrong, "No, Mr. Slughorn... I think I still..."

"I don't think he can hesitate anymore," Slughorn rarely showed his persistence. You know, a sleek old man like him usually doesn't push others hard, "Think about your parents ,child."

Draco muttered a few words softly, most people didn't understand what he was talking about, it seemed that he was using some reason to convince himself.After waiting for a while, he gritted his teeth and raised his head.

"McLean, I... please... yes, please save my father," Draco closed his eyes altogether, and squeezed a word out of his throat. "He was just forced. I can't just watch him get locked into Azkaban."

Just such a sentence seemed to exhaust all of his energy.After he had said what he had said, his tight shoulders suddenly collapsed because of the force, and his face fell again and fell silent.

Draco's words were like a muffler spell, making the table silent.Everyone was thinking about this sentence, some were surprised and some were doubtful, and as Slughorn was watching everyone wait slowly.

In the next moment, everyone except Draco focused on Maca.Everyone looked at his face one after another, as if trying to find some clues from his expression.

It is a pity that when Maca considers things, he never shows it on his face.Especially after experiencing the lack of feelings, this habit of controlling expressions becomes more obvious.

Of course Maca was also a little surprised, but no one else was so surprised.Such a request from Draco was unexpected, but it was reasonable.

Since Draco's father Lucius Malfoy had been on the front line before Voldemort's death, the exposure of his Death Eater status was a foregone conclusion.When Voldemort lost power for the first time, Lucius was able to get rid of the accusations by relying on the power of the family, only because he had not revealed his identity at that time, but this time it was obviously inevitable.

Maca didn't know much about the review process of the Ministry of Magic, but now that Draco had been forced to come and beg him, presumably the new Minister of Magic Rufus Scrimgeour wanted to cut the mess quickly.

After all, the "former Auror Office Director" is a resolute and resolute character after all, and has never been merciless towards the Dark Wizard. Even if Maca is willing to give Lucius a hand, he will certainly encounter considerable resistance.

You know, for a Minister of Magic, every additional Voldemort remnant who is arrested is equivalent to a considerable political achievement!For public and private, this matter is not so easy to handle.

But for Maca, the first thing he has to consider is the benefit-to help Lucius once.

"I know something about your father Lucius Malfoy." Maca looked at Draco with a calm face. No one knows what he was thinking about during that time. "I can Try..."

"Really?" Draco raised his head suddenly, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

No matter how you don't distinguish between good and evil, children are children after all.As far as an underage teenager is concerned, changes in his parents and family always affect his life and everything.

Maca's semi-affirmative answer was equivalent to the only rope that could bear weight. How could Draco, who was stuck in the deep well, not reach for it?

"The Ministry of Magic today is not the time when Fudge was headed. You better not have too much hope," Maca thought for a while, "Even if I try my best to fight for your father, you have to do a good job to take over. The psychological preparation of the father who is under the arrest warrant."

"What...what do you mean?" Draco asked subconsciously.

Maca shook her head slightly.

"I think you understand what I'm talking about." He didn't give a clear explanation for this sentence.

In fact, even if Maca didn't say it, Draco could understand his meaning somewhat.In other words, maybe Maca will have to steal his father from Azkaban—of course, if he has to go in there for a few days.

To say that Lucius hadn't done anything maddening, Maca couldn't think of a few things anyway.Or, in fact, that guy was caught in the middle from the beginning, and he didn't have the chance to do bad things at all.

It wasn't until recently that he was forced by the situation and had to face the Order of the Phoenix head-on, causing a few chaos.The punishment for throwing Lucius into Azkaban might indeed be a bit unreasonable.

But for this kind of mess, apart from Lucius's relatives, who would think that the trial was unreasonable?If it hadn't been for Draco to mention it here today, Maca wouldn't even have noticed.

"I see." Draco nodded sadly, and then stopped talking.

"Don't you even say a'thank you'?" Ron muttered softly, but the table was quiet, and everyone heard his grumble.

Draco's neck flushed, and he habitually wanted to make a few sarcasm at Ron, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he managed to endure it.All the requests that were so difficult to speak just now have been said, and now if your mouth trembles, you may wipe out all the previous effort.

After opening and closing his mouth a few times, he pursed his mouth again and gave up the advantage of his tongue.

But... should I say "thank you" at this time?Draco glanced at Maca, gestured in his heart this vocabulary that was extremely unfamiliar to his young master Malfoy, but found that he couldn't say anything.

"If you can't say it, don't say it," Maca waved his hand. "You only have to remember, because you are also a Hogwarts, I will agree. In school, Slytherin and Gryffin It’s okay if you don’t look pleasing to the eye... you can graduate and leave school. All you should remember is Hogwarts, not the specific college, understand?"

When Draco heard it, he took a deep breath and nodded silently.Ron wanted to laugh as soon as he saw him, but when Maca glared at him, he had to put away his mischievous expression.

"Maca, you are more and more like a real professor." Hermione said with a smile.

"Miss Granger was right," Slughorn nodded his head when he saw that it was done. "McLean was also right...We are all Hogwarts students, if we don't Unite, then who else should unite? To me, Slytherin and Gryffindor actually have no irreconcilable contradictions..."

As he spoke, after a short pause, a gleam of light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

"...Speaking of this, I immediately remembered what happened when I was Dean of Slytherin," Slughorn said excitedly, "I think you all know that there are many outstanding students I have taught. The wizards...actually, most of them have joined a small organization I founded, both Slytherin and Gryffindor! I think you can join together to unite Hogwarts How about playing a leading role?"

"Are you talking about your'slug club'?" Maca casually said, "Okay, I can put a name on it, but you don't want to pester Harry and the others. What they should do now is to do well. Study, right?"

"Oh, you're right..." Slughorn was overjoyed at first, but then looked at Harry and Hermione reluctantly, seeming to feel sorry for it, "Well... after graduation No later, yes yes...it should be no later..."

This breakfast ended here in the regretful eyes of the bald old man, and everyone left to their respective places.Maca also returned to his office, planning to sort out the lesson preparation materials previously obtained in St Mungo's ward.

But before he turned over a few documents, he heard a few tapping sounds suddenly from behind the curtains behind him, making the window glass bang.

He knew that this was mostly the Owl Marfa who came over, maybe it was a letter package or something for him.

But seeing him wave his hand casually, the heavy curtains were pulled aside with a scream, the windows creaked open, and the sun suddenly spilled into his messy and crowded office diagonally.

Immediately, an envelope suddenly slid onto his desk.