At Hogwarts, little snakes and little lions have always been rivals.
Maybe it's because of personality reasons that they don't like each other, or maybe it's due to some historical issues between the two founders, Salazar Slytherin and Godric Gryffindor. In short, these two As long as the students in the college are on the same occasion, they will either quarrel or simply turn away.
It is very rare to sit at the same table and have breakfast like today.
However, judging from the performances of Slughorn and Draco, this time they seemed to have discussed something before the meal. At this time, everyone saw that Slughorn took the initiative to hand over the conversation to Draco, and most of them looked at the latter with doubts.
It was very difficult to be surrounded by a group of people who were not very friendly in the past, and Draco clearly showed a look of discomfort. But bad experiences always make people change. This time, he did not raise his chin like usual to show his "noble temperament", but lowered his head slightly and his eyes wandered on the table. indefinite.
"I..." He opened his mouth, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he twisted his arms as if something was wrong, "No, Mr. Slughorn... I think I'd better..."
"I don't think we can hesitate any longer," Slughorn rarely showed his determination. You know, a smooth old man like him usually doesn't urge others forcefully, "Think about your parents. ,child."
Draco muttered a few words softly, but most people didn't hear what he said clearly. It seemed that he was trying to convince himself with some reason. After waiting for a while, he gritted his teeth and raised his head.
"McLean, I... please... yes, please save my father," Draco simply closed his eyes and squeezed out a sentence from his throat, "He was just forced, I can't Just watch him being imprisoned in Azkaban."
Just such a sentence seemed to exhaust all his strength. After he said what he needed to say, his shoulders that were tense due to exertion suddenly collapsed, and he lowered his face again and became silent.
Draco's words were like a silencing spell, causing silence on the dining table. Everyone was thinking about this sentence, some were surprised, some were skeptical, and others like Slughorn looked at everyone and waited slowly.
The next moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Maka except Draco. Everyone looked at his face, as if trying to find some clues from his expression.
It's a pity that when Maka thinks about things, she never shows it on her face. Especially after experiencing a lack of emotion, this habit of controlling expressions becomes even more obvious.
Of course Maka was a little surprised, but not as surprised as others. Draco's request was unexpected, but it was also reasonable.
Since Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy, had been on the front line before Voldemort's death, the exposure of his Death Eater identity was a foregone conclusion. When Voldemort first lost power, Lucius was able to rely on the strength of his family to get rid of the accusations only because he had not revealed his identity at that time, but this time he was obviously doomed.
Maka didn't know much about the Ministry of Magic's current review process, but now that Draco had been forced to come and request her, Rufus Scrimgeour, the new Minister of Magic, must have wanted to cut the knot quickly.
After all, the "former Director of the Auror Office" was a resolute and resolute person, and he was never merciful towards dark wizards. Even if Maka was willing to give Lucius a hand, he would definitely encounter a lot of resistance.
You know, for a Minister of Magic, every additional remnant of Voldemort's party who is arrested is equivalent to a considerable political achievement! Publicly and privately, this matter is not so easy to handle.
But for Maka, the first thing he has to consider is profit-should he help Lucius and exchange a big favor for himself and the school from him, the Hogwarts school director? Or should we just let it go and let him have one less thing hanging around on the wall, out of sight and out of mind
"I probably know something about your father, Lucius Malfoy," Maka looked at Draco calmly. No one knew what he was thinking about during that moment of deliberation, "I can Try…”
"Really?" Draco suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashing with excitement.
No matter how hard we don't distinguish between good and evil, children are still children. For a teenager who has not yet reached adulthood, changes in his parents and family always affect his life and everything.
Maka's semi-affirmative answer was equivalent to the only rope that could bear the weight. How could Draco, who was trapped in the deep well, not reach for it
"The Ministry of Magic today is no longer the period when Fudge is in charge. You'd better not have too much hope," Maka thought for a moment and said, "Even if I fight for your father with all my strength, you have to be prepared to accept a man who has The psychological preparation of a wanted father."
"What...what do you mean?" Draco asked subconsciously.
Maka shook her head slightly.
"I think you know what I'm talking about." He didn't give a clear explanation for this sentence.
In fact, even if Maka didn't say anything, Draco could understand what he meant. In other words, maybe Maka will have to steal his father out of Azkaban - of course, the premise is that he has to hunker down for a few days first.
As for whether Lucius had done anything outrageous, Maka couldn't think of a few. Or, in other words, that guy was actually caught in the middle from the beginning, and even if he wanted to do bad things, he wouldn't have the chance.
It was not until recently that he was forced by the situation and had to confront the Order of the Phoenix head-on, causing a few minor disturbances. The punishment of throwing Lucius into Azkaban may indeed be a bit unreasonable.
But for such a stupid thing, who else besides Lucius's relatives and family would think that the trial was unreasonable? If Draco hadn't brought it up here today, Maka wouldn't even have noticed.
"I know." Draco nodded sadly, and then stopped talking.
"Can't you even say 'thank you'?" Ron muttered in a low voice, but the dinner table was silent, and everyone could hear his complaint clearly.
Draco's neck turned red, and out of habit he wanted to say something sarcastic to Ron, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he held it back with all his strength. I have already said the request that was so difficult to say just now. If my lips tremble now, all the effort I put in before may be wiped out.
After opening and closing his mouth a few times, he pursed his lips again and gave up trying to use his words.
But... should I say "thank you" at this time? Draco glanced at Maka and made several mental gestures about this word that was extremely unfamiliar to him, the eldest Malfoy, but found that he couldn't say it out loud.
"If you can't say it, don't say it," Maka waved her hand and said, "You just need to remember that I will agree to it just because you are also a Hogwarts. In school, Slytherin and Gryffindor It doesn’t matter how you dislike it... After you graduate and leave school, what you should remember is just 'Hogwarts', not the specific house you are in, do you understand?"
When Draco heard this, he took a deep breath and nodded silently. Ron wanted to laugh when he saw his cowardice, but when Maka glared at him, he had no choice but to put away his schadenfreude expression.
"Maka, you are looking more and more like a real professor." Hermione said with a smile.
"Miss Granger is right," Slughorn saw that the matter was settled. He couldn't help but nodded and said, "McLean is also right... We are all students of Hogwarts. If we don't unite, Get up, then who else should unite? I think there is no irreconcilable conflict between Slytherin and Gryffindor... "
He said, paused for a moment, and suddenly a bright light flashed in his eyes.
"...Speaking of this, I suddenly remembered what happened when I was the Dean of Slytherin," Slughorn said excitedly, "I think you all know that there are many outstanding students among the students I have taught. Wizards... In fact, most of them have joined a small organization I founded, including Slytherin and Gryffindor! I think you can also join together to create a unity for Hogwarts. How about the role of leader?"
"Are you talking about your 'Slug Club'?" Maka said casually, "Okay, I can put up a name, but don't pester Harry and the others. What they should do now is to be nice Learning, isn’t it?”
"Oh, you're right..." Slughorn was happy at first, but then looked at Harry and Hermione reluctantly, as if he felt sorry for this, "Well... it won't be too late after graduation." , yes yes... it should not be too late... "
The breakfast ended with the regretful look in the bald old man's eyes, and everyone left where they should go. Maka also returned to his office, planning to sort out the lesson preparation materials that he had made in St. Mungo's ward.
But before he could turn over a few pieces of information, he heard several knocks suddenly coming from behind the curtains behind him, making the window glass rattle.
He knew that this was probably the owl Mafa coming over, maybe bringing him some letters or packages.
But he waved his hand casually, and the heavy curtains were pushed aside with a swipe. The windows creaked open, and the morning sun suddenly poured into his messy and crowded office.
Immediately, an envelope suddenly slid onto his desk.