The banquet ended soon, and the other students seemed to be full of excitement, and Malfoy was going back to Slytherin's dormitory to catch up on a good night's sleep. Too many things happened these days made him very tired, especially the elimination of a soul. It was a thrilling day. Tian Lai's Novel
But just as he was about to step out of the restaurant, a tall black figure stood in front of him.
"Mr. Draco, in view of some of your behaviors outside the school, Professor Dumbledore would like to talk to you alone." Looking up, it was Snape's sallow face, but it was different from the tone that made things difficult for Gryffindor, Malfoy even felt a tinge of kindness.
"The principal's office is on the eighth floor, you can go there later." Snape looked hurried, as if there was something waiting for him to do.
"That's right." Snape had already turned to leave, as if he suddenly thought of something, he turned his head and said, "The password is butterbeer, don't forget." Then he strode out of the restaurant, not knowing which direction to go.
"What should come will always come." Malfoy felt a little powerless.
"Are you okay?" Pansy thumped his shoulder, obviously she also heard the conversation just now.
"Silly girl, what can I do?" Malfoy said, rubbing Pansy's head and comforting her. "It is estimated that he just asked some random questions. Don't worry, the Ministry of Magic has already ordered the punishment."
"Okay." Pansy puffed up her cheeks, obviously dissatisfied with the answer, and her intuition told her that things were not that simple.
"Go to sleep, girls really need sleep." Malfoy used his trump card.
"That's right!" Pansy patted himself on the cheek suddenly. "On Christmas Eve, I went crazy so late that I didn't go to sleep. I have to make up for it early today." He hurriedly ran towards Slytherin's dormitory, and in the process of running, he still didn't forget to turn his head and say, "If you are criticized I will comfort you tomorrow, so don't worry."
"Why do I feel like she wants me to be criticized." Malfoy rubbed his chin thinking.
Then Malfoy stepped up the stairs and walked to the eighth floor. The corridor was empty, only a stone monster stood beside it, which was very eye-catching.
Malfoy slowly came to the stone monster.
"Butterbeer!" he said. The stone monster jumped aside, and the wall behind it cracked in two, revealing a moving spiral staircase behind it. Malfoy stepped up, followed the staircase around and around, rising higher and higher, and finally came to the Dumbledore's office door with a brass knocker.
"Queer taste," Malfoy muttered, looking at the brass griffin-shaped knocker.
"Dong dong dong." Malfoy knocked on the door lightly three times.
"Come in." came Dumbledore's voice.
"Good evening, Professor," Malfoy said, approaching Dumbledore's office.
He carefully looked at everything around him. This is a wonderful room, spacious and full of style. What is amazing is that the room is still round. The walls are covered with portraits of old male and female headmasters. Li snored softly. There was also a huge table in the room, with claw-shaped legs, and on the slender-legged table were many fine silverware, which spun around and spewed little puffs of smoke, and on the shelf behind the door Inhabited by his pet—Phoenix Fox.
"Sit down, child, and relax." Dumbledore said kindly.
"Principal, I'm sorry this happened." Malfoy did not sit down, but bowed to Dumbledore first.
"Oh, I believe it's just a misunderstanding." Dumbledore waved his hand, the blue eyes behind the glasses kept flickering, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
"I called you here today, just to have a chat with you. I seem to be paying too much attention to Harry, and I almost forgot to care about the best student in our first year." Dumbledore said while putting his ten fingertips together. Together, this is his habit.
"Professor has won the award." Malfoy said modestly, but there was a chill in his heart: "Old Glass, you should care less about me, okay, your Harry is going to steal the Philosopher's Stone." will show.
"Hmm..." Dumbledore fell into deep thought, seeming to be thinking about something.
Dumbledore got up suddenly and came to the corner. As Dumbledore moved, Malfoy's eyes also shifted.
"I think you will find it interesting." Facing the corner, Dumbledore whispered a spell, and the black cloth hanging on an object suddenly flew away, and the concealed thing appeared.
It was a very imposing mirror, reaching as high as the ceiling, in an ornate gold frame, and supported by two claw-shaped feet. An inscription on the top reads: Erisstra ehruait ubikafruait on vorhes.
"Mirror of Erised." Malfoy quickly concluded.
"Come closer to it, and tell me what you saw." Dumbledore's voice was still gentle.
"Okay, professor." Malfoy could only agree.
It was a mirror that allowed one to see one's deepest, most intense desires. Harry saw his whole family in it, and Ron saw himself as the President of the Student Union, holding the house in his hand. Cup and Quidditch Cup. This short distance seems to be very long, Malfoy walked very slowly, he thought wildly: "Voldemort probably saw the omniscient and omnipotent god in the mirror, so what is my ****?"
No matter how long the road is, it will always end, not to mention that it is too close here.
Malfoy stood still in front of the mirror, he closed his eyes first, and then slowly opened them.
"Hehe." Seeing the scene in the mirror, Malfoy couldn't help laughing a few times in embarrassment.
"Son, what did you see?" Dumbledore's voice came slowly, it seemed to be magical, making people unconsciously want to speak out, Malfoy couldn't help turning his head, his eyes were fixed on Malfoy Fu, the eyes are sharp and bright, very penetrating.
"I saw..." Malfoy seemed about to blurt out the answer, but his eyes suddenly began to struggle, and after a short moment, his eyes became clear.
"Legiliency?" Just as Malfoy was about to blurt out the answer, he regained his sanity and clenched his fists, a flame of anger burning in his chest.
"My thoughts are not to be probed by anyone," he thought. "If you want to see it, then watch it." Malfoy held his breath, resolutely closed his brain, and then visualized an image that seemed real and illusory.
"Cough cough." Dumbledore suddenly coughed violently, his silver-white beard trembled involuntarily, and the pupils under his blue eyes shrank sharply, obviously shocked by the image.
"Professor, I don't think it's a good habit to use Legilimency on students." Malfoy sneered.
"You actually learned Occlumency." Dumbledore was a little embarrassed, and adjusted his glasses.
"Otherwise my secret will be seen out today." Malfoy said angrily.
He can understand Dumbledore. The current magical world can never tolerate the rise of a new Voldemort. This will be a devastating blow to the entire wizarding society. It is understandable for Dumbledore to kill the signs in the cradle, but understanding is a It's one thing, tolerance is another thing, not to mention that it's related to his biggest secret, he can't open his memory to him, he can only choose to fight.
"You are very similar to a person." Dumbledore said quietly. "Even better than him." After speaking, Dumbledore seemed to be exhausted, and sat on the chair, as if he had aged a few years out of thin air.
"I'm different from him. I have love in my heart." Malfoy left these words lightly, and then turned around to leave. Today's exchange was not a good experience for both of them.
"What happened to that scene?" Dumbledore asked suddenly.
"You can understand it as a dream of mine."
"He won't do that."
"Who knows? Maybe it's not the Dark Lord that he hates the most, but you!" After leaving the last sentence, Malfoy slammed the door shut with a loud noise, as if the whole floor was shaking. Even Fox on the shelf seemed to sense the unusual vibe and began singing.
The song of the phoenix has magical powers: it strengthens the pure in heart and unleashes fear in the dirty.
After a while of singing, Dumbledore's mood calmed down, but his expression was still complicated. He quietly looked at the silverware in his collection, not knowing what he was thinking, but a faint wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth from time to time.
"I hope so," he murmured softly.
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There was still a din in the Gryffindor common room, and the students at school and returning home were all telling what they had seen and heard on Christmas.
"Hermione, you don't even know if you're not at school. Harry and I saw a magical mirror, and that mirror is amazing." Ron said a little excitedly at the table.
"Yes." Harry nodded. "I still saw my parents in that mirror."
"I saw that I became the president of the student union, and I also won the house cup and the Quidditch cup!" As if to show off, Ron said what he saw again.
"Ron, that was just an illusion," said Hermione.
"I know, but this still looks great, doesn't it?" Ron was still chattering.
"One can't live in a dream, don't rely on dreams and forget about life, can't you?" Hermione said.
"Dumbledore also said such a sentence, I think so, this is an illusion after all." Harry nodded again, and continued: "We should face the reality, but Ron, my dream may never come true, You may still have hope if you work hard in your dream." Then Harry encouraged Ron.
"Let him learn to finish his homework seriously first." Hermione seemed to be in a bad mood, she got up and left, it seemed that she was going back to the dormitory.
"Can't she say something nice?" Ron patted the table, obviously upset.
"Actually, I think she's right." Harry said softly.
"Harry, even you said that." Ron covered his forehead in pain. "Okay, I get it, I will try my best."
Hermione was about to step out of the Gryffindor lounge and return to the women's bedroom, but was stopped by a weak voice.
"Hermione!"
"Neville? What can you do?" Hermione turned her head and saw Neville calling her.
"I heard what you said just now, and I think you're right." Neville said slowly.
"What did I say?" Hermione asked strangely.
"It was about the restaurant just now. I know you mean Malfoy." Neville lowered his voice. "I also believe he wouldn't do that kind of thing."
"How did you know? Do you trust him so much?" Hermione asked after her expression changed.
"He helped me."
"You are pure blood."
"But I, a pureblood, might not be much stronger than an ordinary Muggle." Neville continued, "He helped me find the toad and get the crystal ball. I believe he is definitely not that kind of person." He paused. "Hermione, you think so too, right? Malfoy is a good man."
"I'll explain it to Harry and the others when I have a chance. I believe him." Neville said slowly and firmly, raised his fist, and walked out of the door.
"Nice guy?" Hermione murmured. "Am I worse than Neville?" Hermione had mixed feelings in her heart. She admired Neville's courage and regretted her cowardice.
Back in the dormitory, Hermione, who was sitting at the table, was fiddling with the piece of paper under the faint orange light, staring blankly at the few lines of writing on the piece of paper, wondering what she was thinking.
Looks like tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.