Malfoy opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the high ceiling, then he smelled a fresh fragrance, it should be the fragrance of flowers, he knew that he was completely safe now, he slowly got up from his bed Come and see that he was covered with a white linen quilt, and Pan Xi was resting his hands on his head at the end of the bed, as if he was asleep, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes, which warmed his heart.
He looked around and saw that the students who were still petrified were still lying in the hospital, just like himself, and there was one more person—Hermione, but she seemed to be still in a coma.
"Son, are you awake? Good morning." Dumbledore's smiling face suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
"How is it? Has the basilisk been resolved?" Malfoy asked directly, without showing due respect to the principal.
Dumbledore didn't care about this either. He shook his beard and looked at Malfoy in a low voice and said, "Of course, it was already dying when I arrived."
"How did you do it, kid?" he asked, his blue eyes fixed on Malfoy, but without Legilimency, like a generous elder asking a child sincerely.
"No comment," Malfoy said.
"Well, everyone should have their own secrets." Dumbledore nodded, as if he didn't care.
Dumbledore looked around, and then said with a smile: "In a few days, the Mandrake will be fully mature, and everyone will be able to return to their original state. This is really good news."
"Of course." Malfoy nodded.
"But our hero may not enjoy the treatment he deserves." Dumbledore looked at Malfoy again with his sharp blue eyes.
"Hero, who? Are you talking about me?" Malfoy pretended to be stupid. He vaguely remembered explaining to the headmaster before he passed out, and he didn't know what Dumbledore did.
"So? How did you explain it to the outside world?" Malfoy asked.
"Draco Malfoy in the second grade was controlled by the diary and created a series of basilisk attacks, but finally showed his feet at Christmas and was discovered by Lockhart, the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. The female student Hermione Granger was also involved in this accident by coincidence." Dumbledore looked at Malfoy's face and found that he didn't care, and continued to say in his low tone: "After a After a hard fight, Professor Lockhart used a perfect transfiguration spell to create a rooster and defeated the basilisk. However, in order to protect his students, he was unfortunately hit on the head by the basilisk, and he fainted after victory. I don’t know if there will be any sequelae, and after Hermione ran out to ask for help, she has been in a coma due to excessive shock.”
"Principal! How could you do this!" An angry female voice came from the sickroom not far away, and it was Hermione who woke up. It seemed that she had listened to what Dumbledore said just now, and she stood up Come on, her little face flushed red, and there was some disbelief in her eyes. "He saved me, and it was Lockhart who was controlled! This is a slander against Malfoy!" she said loudly, unable to accept the fact that someone was framed.
"Forget everything!"
"Okay, we can continue talking." Malfoy looked at Dumbledore calmly, and Hermione, who was sick not far away, was hit by the curse before she could react, and lay down straight again .
Dumbledore didn't expect the student in front of him to make a move as soon as he said it. Even if he wanted to stop him, his reaction was a bit too slow, which was useless.
"The reaction is getting slower and slower." Dumbledore's heart is awe-inspiring. As time goes by, he is getting older, but that person doesn't know when he will make a comeback. The old man can't help but worry about the future, so he needs to win over him even more. All the help he could get, and it seemed that although the child in front of him came from a so-called pure blood, he was not the Slytherin in the eyes of ordinary people. , worthy of his wooing.
"Attacking other students in front of the headmaster, Slytherin will deduct 100 points." Dumbledore crossed his hands, but there was no anger in his tone, it might as well be a joke, the old man can only accept this reality, but It is better to say that the truth is indeed that the fewer people know the better, although it is a bit helpless, but it may be a good thing.
"Is our house score negative now?" Malfoy joked.
"There should be two more digits." Dumbledore thought for a while before saying slowly.
"Even if it was an unintentional mistake, it is a fact that it caused harm to the students. If it was a student's subjective and intentional behavior, he must be expelled, considering that he was only controlled by witchcraft such as the Imperius Curse. , we will only give him a three hundred point deduction from his house." Dumbledore paused, watching his reaction.
"Didn't I get fired? That would be great." Malfoy clapped his hands indifferently, as if he was a little happy, excited that he wasn't being dealt with seriously.
"This is just a small way to solve your father's difficulties." Dumbledore adjusted his glasses and said, "How can I make it up to you? Son?"
"Finally getting to the point," Malfoy thought.
Malfoy readily accepted the bamboo sticks that came to his door, and he did need some props. He also realized the horror of the white wizard in front of him. During that time, they were all dead." Although this world does not correspond to that world, the truth is still the same. Dumbledore, who can become the most powerful white wizard in the world today, is not only about his strength.
Now Malfoy and Dumbledore can be said to be a little tacit, he has already expressed his position to Dumbledore, and Dumbledore also hopes to win him over.
"The body of the basilisk," he said.
"Of course, this should be your trophy." Dumbledore said with a smile.
"Phoenix tears." Malfoy continued.
"No problem, I think Fox will burst into tears for your bravery." Dumbledore made a rare joke.
"Sword of Gryffindor." Malfoy said the last thing he wanted.
"Hmm..." Dumbledore fell into deep thought, this request seemed to make him very embarrassed, his brows were furrowed, and there was a wordless silence for a while. "Your courage is on par with any Gryffindor."
"May you continue to persevere with such courage." Dumbledore pushed his half-moon-shaped lenses, and finally Dumbledore spit out such a sentence.
"Thank you." Malfoy thanked him sincerely. He knew that this was Dumbledore's acknowledgment of him, and perhaps this was the beginning of their cooperation.