"Take this thing away, quick!" The portrait in the frame screamed, which made it feel instinctive fear, who made the components of the portrait all flammable. Tian Lai's Novel
"You are here to feed your broken bird again. One day I will complain, saying that your behavior will cause damage to the headmaster's office of Hogwarts! You are also disrespectful to the portraits of previous headmasters!" Phineas said angrily. Terrible, but helpless, because he is just a portrait now, and he can't do anything more than send a message.
This is one of the costs of seemingly "immortality".
Fox, who was curled up on the perch, saw the flame, and his lazy eyes immediately became energetic. It immediately spread its wings and rushed towards its food. The flame was not too big. It swallowed the whole ball with a single mouthful, then exhaled some smoke-like ashes, and belched a lot. Then he flew back to the shelf, squinted his eyes and fell asleep.
"I didn't have this kind of pet when I was in power." Phineas said with a sour face at this moment, and then his expression changed, and he changed his previous casualness, "Dumbledore, have you had any pets recently? .. ”
"If you are asking about your descendants, he secretly invaded Hogwarts not long ago and made the school go crazy." Dumbledore seemed to know the question he wanted to ask in his heart. gave the answer.
"I have said many times that there will be no cowards in the Black family, and there will be no traitors in my descendants. His escape from prison means that he is innocent. People in the Black family will never escape after making mistakes!" Phineas said loudly, It's hard to imagine how a painting can be so neutral.
Even though Black announced that he had broken away from his family, in the eyes of the old man, he was still a slightly rebellious offspring.
"If, I mean if, if he can be caught by me, or another teacher, and then in the Wizengamot, I will let him have a fair trial." Dumbledore did not say whether Sirius was innocent or not. I don't want to express my opinion, although his intuition told him that it was a bit tricky. He had some doubts in his heart when he arrested Sirius and threw him into Azkaban without trial, but if Sirius is really Innocence, how to explain his maniacal laugh and twelve years in Azkaban when the explosion happened.
At least so far, he has not been able to find a reason to convince him why an innocent person has never been wronged once
"Dumbledore..." Phineas wanted to continue arguing on this issue, but immediately paused, showing a playful smile: "The junior I admire is here, how about letting him in?" ?"
There was a knock on the door.
"An educator rarely refuses a meeting requested by a student." Dumbledore looked at the portrait and said in a generous voice, "The password is fudge, please come in."
The door was opened, and Malfoy quickly walked around the exquisite silverware that was puffing away, and came directly to Dumbledore's desk.
"Son, have you encountered any problems?" Dumbledore asked kindly, just like facing any ordinary student, but there was a dark tide gradually rising in his heart.
He now clearly knows that the student in front of him is full of guard against him in his heart. Compared with most students, he has shown ordinary learning ability and intelligence.
He had no idea that there was a student who could learn Occlumency in first grade.
This is also one of the main reasons for his miscalculation.
A misunderstanding may have caused a bad feeling that is difficult to eliminate.
Except for the accident last year, Dumbledore did not take the initiative to explore the memory of any student.
When I first met this little guy, I just wanted to get a rough idea of what this kid was thinking at that time.
After all, Malfoy still took the Sorcerer's Stone away. No matter what, he needs to know something deeper. He will not randomly probe the memory of an ordinary student. Since the students respectfully call him the principal, he naturally also Be worthy of that trust.
He just hopes to get some representations that symbolize emotions. Now he is still thinking, if he could have paid more attention to Tom Riddle and noticed his hatred and greed, whether all this would not have happened.
But he who didn't intend to probe deeper, was violently counterattacked, and without any mental preparation, he was actually affected by an illusion.
No one can keep calm after seeing their own death with their own eyes.
Even if he is Dumbledore, the greatest White Wizard today or in history.
Of course, he trusted Snape as always, and he believed that it was just an illusion, even though the scene seemed irrefutably real.
As for now, Dumbledore began to trust the boy in front of him more and more.
Because not long ago, he saw Pansy's patron saint on the court, which surprised him inexplicably.
This is the best proof that the students staying by his side have gradually changed, and it is in a good direction. Otherwise, given the female student's family background and the influence of her parents, the Patronus Charm might never be with her for the rest of her life.
And as early as last year's Chamber of Secrets incident, Malfoy proved his position even more. Malfoy's words before he passed out finally made him entangled for a long time. In the end, he vaguely guessed the boy's intentions, so he decided to go against his own. in principle.
Everyone hates lies, but sometimes, it's necessary.
As for now, he can only try his best to make up the relationship between the two. He can't be too enthusiastic, which will arouse the suspicion of the student in front of him. What he can do is to treat this student with a normal heart, and let the rift disappear under the influence of time. .
Unfortunately, his sense of normalcy didn't last long.
"I can solve the problem of the group of dementors." Malfoy said slowly, but what he said was earth-shattering.
"Huh?" Dumbledore's silvery eyebrows were raised high, as if he had heard something surprising, and of course the incident itself was indeed worthy of surprise.
The fingertips of his hands met, lost in thought.
After a while, he helped his pair of half-moon lenses and said, "You always surprise me, Draco, so please, can you tell me the method? And what I need to do?"
Malfoy was just about to speak, but was interrupted by Dumbledore's laughing words: "By the way, don't tell me that I went to take the dementor's lair myself, so that maybe tomorrow's Daily Prophet The headline wasn't that the dementors disappeared en masse, but that the old man lost his job."
"Besides, it's too tiring. There are quite a lot of dementors in Azkaban. You can be considerate of the old man, right?" Dumbledore now tried to make his expression serious, making his joke just now appear More comedic.
Sometimes childlike innocence is not lost, it is really not a commendatory term.
"I'm talking about solving the problem of the dementors, not the dementors themselves." Malfoy's eyes narrowed. He knew that the old man whose mental age had suddenly decreased was joking with him, but he still couldn't bear it Temperament to explain, to satisfy his bad taste.
Dumbledore was a necessary part of his solution to the Dementors, and yet another act of his own to make a point.
"If you are really willing to help me, then in the following time, your identity will temporarily become a bodyguard, a witness, and an Auror, by the way, and my supervisor, if you don't trust me. "
"That's a great honor!" Dumbledore said happily, blinking his eyelids, deliberately ignoring Malfoy's dissatisfied words.
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Degenerate streets, dirty streets. Bustling streets, noisy streets.
The night is like water, the orange lights are intertwined with the greasy powder, exuding an ambiguous atmosphere, and the neon lights of the hotels on both sides of the street are dazzling. This is a paradise for the rich, whether they are rich, powerful, decadent, or prodigal, they can choose this street to spend their boring time and comfort their emptiness.
Under the glamor, what concealed was crime and cruelty.
Gangsters, fire and. woman,**.
Deeper in a certain hotel, there may be even more unimaginable power-for-money transactions.
Compared with the feasting and feasting of these gold-selling caves, the dilapidation and decay of the other nearby neighborhoods are even more ironic.
More people who are struggling under the line of food and clothing can only do the most humble work or even illegal activities to maintain their lives, stealing, pimping or even more sinful ways to maintain their livelihoods.
Who can see the darkness under the prosperity
But today, this street that never sleeps seems to have ushered in a strange guest.
Because he is a little young.
"Little brother, this is not the place for you." A girl with heavy make-up greeted her, her clothes were extremely revealing, as long as she wanted to, you could see the whiteness on her chest anytime.
Malfoy didn't look sideways, just walked forward on his own.
"Ah, I can't tell he's quite handsome." The girl moved closer, and looked at her eyes carefully. The light gold, gray pupils, and slightly thin cheeks are all in line with the public's aesthetics, and I have to add The clothes that don't look cheap and the tall figure made her heart move.
It shouldn't be a problem to try the little fresh meat, right? Even if he didn't pay, he earned it by himself, and it seems that this boy has a lot of temperament, maybe he is still a fat sheep.
Thinking of this, she narrowed her eyes, showing a usual slutty smile, fiddled with her somewhat rustic gold earrings, and was about to use her soliciting methods on this underage boy.
"Oh ho ho ho, you can really talk, how about I call you sweetheart?"
"Big sister will take you to do many interesting things."
The passers-by looked blankly at this woman who was teasing a street lamp, but they were amazed and amused, so they couldn't help applauding.
"The competition among street girls is too fierce now, and they are actually forced to practice soliciting customers in front of street lights, but this spirit is still quite dedicated." This is the inner thinking of the masses.
After about a few more minutes, the woman woke up from the intoxicated look, looking at the crowd, her face turned blue and red.
Was she stunned just now? Facing the streetlights**
Only now can she clearly see an old street lamp above her head, which is emitting an orange-yellow halo, directly shining on her face, and the gentle tone is particularly dazzling to her now. .
In addition to being sad, the pungent side was revealed again.
"What are you looking at, aren't there many people in the street?" The woman said viciously, which shocked a group of people on the street to scatter.
Malfoy never expected that his random confusion spell would bring so many episodes, but even if he knew, he wouldn't care.
He has more important things to do now.
For example, keep an appointment.
Walking through the brightly lit streets, the bustling neighborhood is surrounded by patches of desolate areas, abandoned factories, and old buildings, all of which show the dilapidation and desolation of this place, especially compared with the dim lights not far away. Strong, giving people a sense of deformity.
Malfoy stood in front of a building seemingly casually, stopped his footsteps, and then walked slowly towards the stairs, stepping up the stairs step by step. His goal was the top floor.
"You're here." In the corridor, a tall and thin old man stood outside the iron gate. His silver hair and beard stood out in the dim environment. The old man was looking at him with a complicated expression.
"Nobody escaped?" Malfoy asked.
"Of course." Dumbledore replied with a slight nod, looking very calm.
However, this was only on the surface. It had been a long time since his heart had stirred up waves like today, causing huge waves. The last time his heart was so turbulent, it may be because Voldemort is not completely dead now.
Today, he and this student have done too many shocking things.
For example, he was a witness once.
As a highly respected senior in the wizarding world, he has witnessed many oaths. Wizards use various spells to restrain the behavior of both parties and reach agreements. He has served as both the oath maker and too many witnesses. The field testimony made him feel cold inside.
"I can promise to provide endless food and habitat for your clan. Can you promise to restrain your clan and never attack Muggles or wizards other than the food I provide?"
"I........will.....yes." In the dimly lit room, Malfoy stood in the empty center, while a dementor was floating opposite, The same hood, cloak, scabbed palms, and the cold breath that exudes anytime and anywhere, the difference is that his figure is larger than other dementors, after listening to the first sentence of the oath Finally, it responded with a slow uttered word, and it didn't know where his voice came from, because he didn't have five sense organs. The only thing he knew was that his voice was full of emptiness and nothingness, echoing throughout the room.
Dumbledore also stood beside the two and watched silently, saying nothing. (To be continued.)