Stopping at the entrance of the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor of the castle, Malfoy looked up and around with the help of the Disillusionment Charm. After making sure that there was no one around, he quickly opened the door of the Room of Requirement, dived in, and closed the door again, isolating himself from the illusion of being peeped at outside the door.
In recent days, Draco has been feeling inexplicably irritated and has always had the feeling that he is being spied on. However, no matter what he does, he cannot find out who is spying on him, and the feeling of being watched never goes away.
Even using the spyglass was useless, the damn thing kept buzzing.
Of course, this could also be a psychological effect. Ever since the fact that his father Lucius was a Death Eater was completely exposed, many Hogwarts students would look at him strangely, and even like to point fingers at him behind his back and say some unpleasant things. But Draco didn't really care about these people's looks or conversations, because he knew very well that only after the Dark Lord returned to power, these annoying guys would shut their annoying mouths like frightened rabbits.
As for arguing with the other party, he probably wouldn't be able to resist and beat the other person up.
Moreover, for Malfoy who is carrying out an important mission for the Dark Lord, it is really not appropriate to attract other people's attention. The most correct approach for him at the moment is to complete the Dark Lord's mission quietly like a nobody.
Malfoy deftly made his way through the mountain of discarded items and finally stood in front of a cabinet as tall as a man. He couldn't understand why Snape thought he could fix it.
Is there something wrong with his brain
He took out Borgin's maintenance notes from the pocket of his robe and read the contents word for word. Draco had read this notebook countless times and he could even recite all the contents by heart. However, this was still of no use in repairing the disappearing cabinet in front of him.
Draco could only try his best to repair the Vanishing Cabinet in front of him again and again, but the broken cabinet remained the same as before, with no sign of being repaired at all.
Each test was enough to kill any user instantly. The apple placed in the cabinet for testing always looked broken as if it had been gnawed by someone.
"Damn it, if he had a jinx, he might be able to use his luck to successfully fix this broken cabinet!"
Malfoy couldn't help but think of the reward Professor Slughorn had handed out in his first class.
It was actually taken away by Harry Potter.
What made him even more regretful was that the old man seemed to have no interest in Death Eaters and instinctively rejected him. Even though Malfoy tried to make friends with him many times, he was always treated perfunctorily by the other party.
Stealing the Felicis Potion from Professor Slughorn, as long as Malfoy was not crazy, he would not do such a stupid thing as asking his mother to get it from the black market.
Not only does he have no way to get it, but even if he really gets the Feling potion, he may not dare to use it.
If something like Felicis Felix is not brewed properly, it will turn into a complete poison, otherwise Malfoy would have tried to brew Felicis Felix himself.
As for asking Snape for help!
He had thought about it, but failed too!
Snape obviously did not have any stock of Felicis Felix, nor did he have the time to make it for him, nor did he have any way to buy it.
Thinking of these troubles, Malfoy couldn't help but sigh heavily, feeling that he might need to find another way. It was really unreliable to sneak into the college through the secret passage of Hogwarts.
He couldn't be sure whether this method would be detected, but it was at least easier to be discovered than using the Vanishing Cabinet to send people into Hogwarts quietly.
He dragged his tired body out of the Room of Requirement and on his way back to the Slytherin common room, he heard the whispers of students around him again. He thought those people were pointing fingers at him behind his back again, but when he slowed down, he understood what was going on.
Everyone is discussing Defense Against the Dark Arts, and this topic seems to be very popular recently.
I heard that many people want to join the Defense Society, the organization founded by the Mudblood.
Did they think that Mudblood was really capable of protecting them, or teaching them ridiculous Defence Against the Dark Arts
He always thought that Defense Against the Dark Arts was a joke. At least Malfoy never thought he needed to learn the so-called Defense Against the Dark Arts
"What the hell are you doing!"
As soon as he walked into the lounge, Malfoy saw a student hanging in the air and struggling hard. He couldn't help but frowned and looked at the culprit of all this.
"This guy is a traitor," Crabbe muttered.
"You shouldn't cause trouble, at least not recently, you know." Malfoy glared at Goyle and Crabbe irritably, and warned in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "I'm doing something very important recently, and it's not suitable for other people to pay attention to me, so don't cause trouble."
As he spoke, Malfoy used the Oblivion Charm to erase the man's memory and put him down.
After sending the unlucky guy away, he sat on the sofa, looked at the two of them and asked impatiently: "Tell me, what's going on."
"You're really... "
"Don't try to find out some things." Malfoy interrupted impatiently. "It's not appropriate for you to know now, otherwise you will get into trouble."
"Oh." Goyle seemed sorry.
"Have you ever heard of the Defense Society?" Crabbe asked.
"I know... many people have joined Scarhead's DA organization." Malfoy was silent for a moment, indicating that he knew about it.
"No, not Scarhead's DA, but Albert Anderson, the defense association founded by that damn Mudblood." Crabbe hated Albert with gnashing teeth.
"So, that guy wants to join too?" Malfoy's expression was extremely strange. "But I'm curious, is that guy willing to accept Slytherin students?"
"I don't know. I saw that Mudblood discussing this with people from other houses." Crabbe gritted his teeth and said, "He..."
"Oh, I guess what's going on." Malfoy raised his hand to interrupt, "I know you are angry, but there is no point in doing that. I have a lot of things to do now, and I must complete my plan before the end of the semester. I don't want you to cause me trouble."
He showed a strange expression and continued, "If the plan succeeds, believe me, the entire wizarding world, and even Hogwarts, will be changed. Before that, you need to wait patiently for the results. Don't tell me you don't have that much patience."
Goyle and Crabbe looked at each other and nodded to show that they understood.
"very good."
After tiredly sending the two away, Draco took out his homework from his backpack. He hated this thing, but he had to take the time to finish it, so as not to be put in detention by the professor for not doing his homework.
Draco stared at the parchment in front of him for a long time, but he didn't start writing. His thoughts had drifted far away.
Now Draco has completely lost the enthusiasm he had when he took on the task before. He just wants to complete the almost impossible task so that he and his family can continue to live.
He once had the mission of abandoning the Dark Lord and hiding with his family, but all traitors who betrayed the Dark Lord had a bad end, and he simply didn't have the courage to gamble with the lives of his entire family.
But he was also gambling now, just placing all his hopes on Snape.
If Snape failed, they would all die.
Both Snape and his family will die!
Why did things turn out like this
It's all because of Black... No, it's all because of that damned Mudblood.
Yes, it's all his fault.