"What on earth do you want to do, Miss Delacour?" Malfoy moved slowly, as if he wanted to walk from the stairs to the stage, face to face with Dumbledore, and when he was closest to Fleur, he stood beside her. Not far away from the side of his face, he asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear, but there was an unconcealable excitement hidden in his tone.
"Help you." Her lips moved, her eyes flickered slightly, and then she fell into silence again, keeping her mouth shut, as if she was frightened stupid by this sudden change.
An inexplicable sense of astonishment surged in Malfoy's heart, and then another emotion suddenly took over again.
"Draco, put down the wand, we can have a good talk now." Dumbledore's voice seemed to have a kind of magic power, exhorting the boy to give up resistance, so that he still called him by his first name instead of his last name.
"Please forgive me for refusing." The young man rebuffed lightly, and the wizard looked at each other without any shyness, not afraid of his Legilimency hidden under his blue eyes.
"I can guarantee your personal safety. Everything is still unclear now, isn't it? What Mr. Crouch said still needs to be verified. It doesn't mean that you will definitely be locked up in Azkaban." Dumbledore Frowning, but still patiently speaking in a gentle tone.
The old man was also a little confused at this time, and he didn't know why the situation had developed like this.
"I can guarantee the same for myself." Malfoy said lightly, the wand that was pressed against Fleur's throat suddenly and quickly left, blocking it in front of him, a white light with a tricky angle seemed to hit an invisible mirror, and was bounced away in an instant Yes, hit the ceiling.
"Professor Moody, sneak attack is not a good habit, it's disgraceful." Malfoy shook his head.
"Oh." Moody sneered, and put the wand behind his back.
"Professor Dumbledore, you won't make a move, right? I know that you will take care of the students present and the hostages in my hands." Malfoy raised his eyebrows.
The old man fell into deep thought, his blue eyes flashed with a light symbolizing thinking,
"My daughter, what happened to her? Who can tell me?" At a long table, a woman scratched her blond hair and screamed hysterically. He fell on the table and caused another commotion.
"Madame Pomfrey, someone here has fainted!" someone shouted loudly.
"Mom!" Fleur whispered, she couldn't help but took a step forward, but was blocked by Malfoy's wand again.
"You chose the road yourself, and it's not so easy to regret it now." He reminded the girl in a faint voice.
"Okay, I'll let you go." At the same time, Dumbledore, who was not far away, seemed to have made up his mind, and said slowly.
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Unexpected changes happened to everyone in the Triwizard Tournament. As one of the referees, Crouch actually bent the law for personal gain more than ten years ago, allowing his son to escape legal sanctions. What is even more frightening and unacceptable Yes — Voldemort is back, assistants and even Hogwarts students.
Even Malfoy, who planned all of this, couldn't think of it.
The incident once again broke out of his control, the butterfly's wings seemed to be getting stronger, and the storm was becoming more and more difficult to resist.
According to his original idea.
Voldemort's resurrection did not achieve the result he wanted, and then the two eyeliners at Hogwarts lost contact. In addition, Dumbledore appeared at the node of his resurrection at just the right time, giving him sufficient reasons I believe that there are traitors under his command.
And the scope is extremely small, either Malfoy or little Crouch, the object of suspicion will only be limited to the two of them.
And if today's incident is widely circulated, Voldemort will know that neither of them betrayed him, but were exposed because of Crouch's mistake. After all, no one can withstand the effect of Veritaserum.
But this was not enough, unable to dispel the doubts of the suspicious man, so Malfoy needed to accept something similar to a vote.
A "second vacation" to Azkaban might be a good plan, and perhaps win some Voldemort's "sympathy"
He himself does not have this kind of emotion, but in order to win over his subordinates, sometimes he still needs to show some of this kind of human emotion.
In the near future, Voldemort will go to prison to re-establish his power, and Malfoy, who was still in prison at that time, will also gain great trust from the Dark Lord after "regaining freedom".
After all, being caught in Azkaban can completely declare the "separation" of the relationship between Dumbledore and the Malfoy family.
If Voldemort had reason to doubt the loyalty of this family before, perhaps vacillating between black and white, now he no longer has such doubts.
On the contrary, if Malfoy continued to be in the school, he would not be able to collect some more meaningful information.
Therefore, not long ago, after Crouch's testimonial, the self only had to put on a little bit of pretentious resistance, and then he could start his Azkaban vacation smoothly.
However, this fairly well-established concept has been shattered today.
He couldn't figure out what Fleur wanted to do.
At that time, the girl rushed towards him like crazy, and he subconsciously restrained her, and the subsequent plot inevitably turned towards hostage-taking and negotiation.
He just exchanged a glance with Fu Rong's soul-stirring eyes, and fell into another extreme emotion.
Not fascinated.
It was cautious, vigilant, at that moment it seemed that the whole world was deceiving him, he couldn't trust anyone, he lost the ability to think, and only relied on instinct to fight against everyone hysterically.
"What do you want to do?" He asked coldly, the two of them had arrived in the Forbidden Forest at this time, surrounded by thorns and wet mist, a griffin was not far from the two of them with its head bowed and pecking at something .
With the help of the moonlight, the appearance of that griffin can be barely distinguished. Its whole body is brownish yellow, with eye-catching vermilion feathers on its chest. The muscles on its chest are extremely developed. Its tall body shows its strength. It is surrounded by a circle of silver feathers, with sharp claws stepping on the mud, the blade is temporarily hidden, the most amazing thing is its eyes, like living flames, like gems against the backdrop of night Red as sharp and dazzling.
The pair of powerful wings kept flapping, as if ready to fly at any time.
It's just that all of this is illusory, achieved by Transfiguration. Malfoy lightly shook the wand in his hand. This magical creature, which was at the top of the food chain just now, immediately began to lose its feathers, and its body gradually shrank. Reverted to a bench, quietly staying in place.
From the looks of it, it should be a random material found in the auditorium just now, as a means of leaving.
Griffins can fly, so it is a good choice as a means of transportation, but Malfoy went around for a while outside, but finally chose to return to the range of Hogwarts.
It makes sense to be dark under the lights.
"Excellent transfiguration." Fu Rong's blue eyes glanced over there, and quickly muttered.
"As for my purpose, I just want to help a person who might be sucked out of his mind by a dementor recover his life." Fleur raised her swan-like neck and said proudly, which was a positive answer to Malfoy's question.
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