The banquet was over soon, the other students seemed to be unsatisfied, and Malfoy was going to go back to Slytherin's bedroom to take a good rest. The events that happened over the past few days made him very tired, especially to destroy a soul. The day of the device is really thrilling.
But as he lifted his feet to step out of the restaurant, a tall black shadow blocked him.
"Mr. Draco, in view of your behavior outside the school, Professor Dumbledore wants to talk to you alone." Looking up, it was Snape's sallow face, but it was different from the difficult tone of Gryffindor. Malfoy even felt a touch of sympathy.
"The principal's office is on the eighth floor, wait for yourself." Snape looked hurriedly, as if there was something waiting for him to do.
"Right." Snape had turned and left, as if he suddenly thought of something and turned his head and said, "The password is butter beer, don't forget it." Then he left the restaurant in a big step and didn't know which way to go.
"The one who should come will always come." Malfoy felt a little weak.
"Are you all right?" Pan Xi thumped his shoulder, and apparently she also heard the conversation just now.
"Silly girl, what can I do?" Malfoy rubbed Pansy's hair and comforted her. "It is estimated that he will just ask some questions, don't worry, the Ministry of Magic will be punished long ago."
"Okay." Pansy bulged her cheek, apparently dissatisfied with the answer, and intuitively told her that things were not that simple.
"Go to sleep, girls need sleep very much." Malfoy used a killer tool.
"Yes!" Pansy suddenly patted his cheek. "On Christmas Eve, I was so crazy that I slept late. I have to make up for it today." He hurried towards Slytherin's female dormitory. When he ran, he did not forget to turn back and say, "If I was criticized, I'll comfort you tomorrow, so don't worry."
"How do I feel she could not be criticized." Malfoy touched his chin and thought.
Then Malfoy stepped up the stairs and walked to the eighth floor. The empty space between the corridors, with only one stone monster standing beside it, was very striking.
Malfoy slowly came to the stone monster.
"Butter beer!" he said. The stone monster jumped aside, and the wall behind it split into two, revealing an active spiral staircase behind it. Malfoy stepped up, and as the staircase circled in circles, the higher and higher, finally came to the In front of Dumbledore's office door with brass door knocker.
"It's a weird taste." Malfoy murmured as he looked at the brass door knocker shaped like a sphinx and eagle head.
"Boom boom." Malfoy drew the door lightly three times.
"Please come in." is Dumbledore's voice.
"Good evening, Professor." Malfoy said as he approached Dumbledore's office.
He carefully looked at everything around him. This is a wonderful room, spacious and full of style. What is magic is whether the room is still round. The walls are covered with portraits of the old school boys and girls, all in their own frames Snoring gently. There is also a huge table in the room, the legs of which are claw-shaped, and there are many delicate silverware on the slender legs table, they are rotating, spraying a small stream of smoke, on the shelf behind the door Inhabited by his pet-Phoenix Fox.
"Children, sit down and relax." Dumbledore said kindly.
"Principal, I'm sorry for what happened." Malfoy did not sit down, but bowed to Dumbledore first.
"Oh, I believe this is just a misunderstanding." Dumbledore waved his hands, and the blue eyes behind his glasses kept flashing, not knowing what he was thinking about.
"I called you today and just wanted to talk to you. I seem to be paying too much attention to Harry. I almost forgot to care about the best students in our first grade." Dumbledore said while pointing his ten fingertips. Together, this is his habit.
"The professor has won the prize." Malfoy said modestly, but there was a chill in his heart: "Old glass, you still care less about me, OK, your Harry is preparing to steal the magic stone." Of course, he did not at all. Will show.
"Hmm..." Dumbledore fell into a deep groan, and seemed to be thinking about something.
Dumbledore suddenly got up and came to the corner. As Dumbledore moved, Malfoy's eyes also shifted.
"I think you will find it interesting." To the corner, Dumbledore whispered a mantra. The black cloth hanging on an object flew away suddenly, and the hidden things appeared.
This is a very magnificent mirror, high to the ceiling, gorgeous gold frame, underneath is supported by two claw-shaped feet. There is a line engraved on the top: Eris Stella Ehruait Ubikafrau Eit Envoges.
"Mirror of Eris." Soon Malfoy came to a conclusion.
"Come closer and tell me what you saw." Dumbledore's voice was still gentle.
"Okay, Professor." Malfoy could only answer.
This is a mirror that can make people see the most urgent and strongest desires in their hearts. Harry saw a family of them, Ron saw himself as the chairman of the student union, holding the college in his hand. Cup and Quidditch Cup. This short distance seemed to be very long. Malfoy was walking very slowly. He thought thoughtlessly: "Voldemort expects to see the omnipotent God in the mirror, what is my desire?"
The longest road will always be finished, not to mention that it is too close here.
Malfoy stood still in front of the mirror. He closed his eyes first, then slowly opened them.
"Hehe." Seeing the scene in the mirror, Malfoy couldn't help but smile awkwardly.
"Boy, what did you see." Dumbledore's voice drifted slowly, seemingly magically, people unconsciously wanted to say something, Malfoy turned around and looked at him, his eyes fixed on Mal. Blessed, sharp and bright eyes, very penetrating.
"I saw..." Malfoy's answer seemed to be blurting out, but his eyes suddenly began to struggle. After a short while, his eyes became clear.
"Sensualism?" Just as Malfoy was about to blurt out the answer, he recovered his wits and clenched his fists, the flame of anger burning in his chest.
"My thoughts cannot be accessed by anyone." He thought. "You have to see it, then see it." Malfoy held his breath, decisively closed his brain, and then visualized a phantom image.
"Cough." Dumbledore suddenly coughed violently, the silver-white beard could not help shaking, and the pupil under the blue eyes contracted sharply, apparently shocked by the image.
"Professor, I don't think it's a good habit to use psychic attention to students." Malfoy sneered.
"You actually learned to occlude the brain." Dumbledore was a little embarrassed and helped his glasses.
"Otherwise my secret will be seen today." Malfoy said angrily.
He can understand Dumbledore, and the magic world can no longer tolerate the rise of a new Voldemort. This will be a devastating blow to the entire wizarding society. Dumbledore can understand to kill the cradle in the cradle, but the understanding is one The same thing, tolerance is another thing, not to mention that this is related to his greatest secret, he can not open his memory to him, he can only choose to confront.
"You are very much like a person." Dumbledore said faintly. "Even better than him." Dumbledore seemed to have been exhausted and finished sitting in a chair, as if he was a few years old out of thin air.
"I am different from him, and I have love in my heart." Malfoy left this sentence lightly, and then turned away. Today's exchange is not a good experience for the two.
"What happened to that scene?" Dumbledore asked suddenly.
"You can understand my dream."
"He wouldn't do it."
"Who knows? Perhaps he hates the Dark Lord in fact, it's you!" Leaving the last sentence, Malfoy slammed the door shut with a loud noise, and it seemed that the entire floor shook. Even Fox on the shelf seemed to feel the unusual atmosphere and began to sing.
Phoenix's singing has magic power: it can strengthen the courage for the pure heart and release the fear for the dirty heart.
After a burst of singing, Dumbledore's mood calmed down, but his look was still complicated. He looked quietly at the silverware he had collected. He didn't know what he was thinking, but there was a faint wry smile from time to time.
"I hope so." He murmured in a low voice.
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There was still a lot of noise in the Gryffindor's lounge. The students at school and the students who came home told their own stories about Christmas.
"Hermione, you don't know when you're away from school. Harry and I saw a magic mirror. That mirror is amazing." Ron said excitedly at the table.
"Yes." Harry nodded. "I still saw my parents in front of that mirror."
"I saw that I became the president of the student union, and took the College Cup and Quidditch Cup!" Seemingly wanting to show off, Ron said what he saw.
"Ron, that's just an illusion." Hermione said.
"I know, but it still looks great, doesn't it?" Ron continued chattering.
"People cannot live in dreams, don't rely on dreams and forget about life, don't you?" said Hermione.
"Dumbledore said the same thing, and I think so, after all, this is an illusion." Harry nodded again, and then said: "We should face the reality, but Ron, my dream may never be realized, There might be hope in your dreams." Then Harry encouraged Ron.
"Let him first learn to finish his homework seriously and then talk about it." Hermione seemed to be in a bad mood, got up and left, and she seemed to be returning to her bedroom.
"Can't she say something nice?" Ron patted the table, obviously uncomfortable.
"Actually I think she made sense." Harry whispered.
"Harry, even you say so." Ron covered his forehead in pain. "Okay, UU reading www.uukanshu.com. I know, I will work hard."
Hermione was about to step out of Gryffindor's lounge and return to the female dormitory, but was yelled by a weak voice.
"Hermione!"
"Navi? What are you doing?" Hermione turned her head to find out that Neville was calling her.
"I heard what I said just now, and I think you are right." Neville said slowly.
"What did I say?" Hermione was very strange.
"That's what was in the restaurant just now, I know you mean Malfoy." Neville lowered his voice. "I also believe he won't do that kind of thing."
"How did you know? Do you believe him so much?" Hermione's complexion changed, and then asked.
"He helped me."
"You are pure blood."
"But my pure blood is not much stronger than ordinary Muggles." Neville continued: "He helped me find a toad and a 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 have the opportunity to explain to Harry and I believe him." Neville said slowly and firmly, raised his fist, and then walked out the door.
"Are you nice?" Hermione murmured. "I'm not even as good as Neville?" Hermione's heart was mixed, she admired Neville's courage and regretted her cowardice.
Back to the bedroom, Hermione sitting at the table, fiddling with the piece of paper under the meagre orange light, staring at the few lines on the paper without knowing what she was thinking.
seems to be doomed tonight.