Chapter 507 Draco and the Funeral

For the entire Order of the Phoenix, the words leaked from Draco's mouth are naturally a clue worth paying attention to, but Draco himself doesn't have much to consider right now.

Although he not only cast spells outside the school, but also recited the Cruciatus Curse, one of the three unforgivable curses. But let's not mention whether he was released or not, even if he was released, it is not a top priority in this time period.

After that, Lupine and Tonks just mentioned Draco practicing the spell under that hillside in the mission log for future treatment. As for Draco, he continued on his journey to find a place to stay without knowing it at all.

In fact, as long as you don't have to find a place to stay near Hogwarts, you have plenty of options. Not to mention Diagon Alley, there are many other wizarding streets that have been opened up in a certain corner of the Muggle world. You can even find wizarding shops that open alone in the Muggle world if you spend more effort looking for them. .

In this modern wizarding world, apart from some pure-blood fanatics, there are actually quite a few ordinary wizards who no longer resist the existence of Muggles. Even some wizards are particularly interested in those Muggles. Regarding this point, it can be seen from the fact that Hogwarts has set up Muggle studies courses.

Like Ron's father Arthur, he was the kind of wizard who was particularly interested in Muggle things. And the reason why he is so eye-catching because of this is only because of his pure blood family background. If it weren't for the encumbrance of the title "pure-blooded traitor", I'm afraid not so many people would care whether he likes Muggles or hates Muggles.

Hufflepuff’s idea and action of treating students equally and recruiting students widely has gradually formed an unstoppable trend in the course of hundreds of years. Perhaps in the near future, the beautiful scene of harmonious coexistence between Muggles and wizards may not be a ridiculous nonsense.

Of course, Maca may sometimes think about these seemingly interesting futures, but it is more difficult for Draco to realize something.

This time, after he left the snowy slope, he randomly found a not-so-famous wizard's alley, and spent two days dealing with it in an inn.

During this period, he thought a lot about Voldemort and his family, but the more he thought about it, the more clueless he became.

Sometimes, strength may not be everything, but that is only limited to the premise that the difference in strength is not big; if the current Voldemort and Maca are compared together, it seems that they are indeed inferior, but if you really think about it, you will find that, In fact, Voldemort is more than a little bit stronger than before!

With a wizard as powerful as him, coupled with his consistent ruthlessness, if he wanted to wipe out the entire Malfoy family, it might be easier than he imagined.

Because of this, Draco was walking on the way to Hogwarts right now, he pursed his lips tightly, and his expression didn't even change along the way.

Now he understood the last resort in his father Lucius's heart - if it were him, if he was threatened and forced by a big devil who killed people like chickens, it might be even more unbearable.

In the past, he had never had direct contact with Voldemort, and even secretly worshiped the former Dark Lord for a while. But now, when he was really shrouded in Voldemort's shadow, he realized how ignorant and ridiculous his blind longing was when he was young.

Whether killing or being killed, I'm afraid it's not what Draco Malfoy wants.

He could be a little arrogant and domineering in school, and he didn't even really convince himself when facing that McClain. But now he finally understood that it was only because there was no threat of death in the school, and there was no cruelty of reality.

"Should I..." Draco paused, a trace of struggle appeared on his face, "Should I go to McLean for help?"

But at this moment, he suddenly felt an inexplicable chill rising up his spine,

It made him shiver violently.

"What's going on?" Draco turned his head quickly, and his hand had immediately reached for the wand on the inside of his robe, "Who? Who's there?"

It's a pity that there is only a small street with few people behind him. Although there are a few wizards walking on their own, there is nothing suspicious about it.

What happened just now? That feeling, as if someone was staring at him coldly, gave him the illusion that he would be eaten alive the next moment.

Although it's winter now, everyone walking on the road is chilly, but Draco has already broken out in a cold sweat unknowingly.

...

After about ten minutes, Draco finally arrived at Hogwarts Castle.

He got up early today... No, if I have to say it, he hasn't slept well these days. When he went to Hogsmeade Village, he realized that because today was the public day of the funeral, there were a lot of people going to Hogwarts Castle.

He was indeed one of the early batch, but walking on the path leading to the school, he still seemed a bit crowded.

Hogwarts prepared a lot of breakfast today to entertain a large number of guests who came to watch the ceremony, so most of them went to the Great Hall one after another and sat down to eat.

If you ask why, it's certainly not as simple as having a breakfast. Large-scale collective activities like today are rare in the entire wizarding world. Even those wizards who have no relationship with Dumbledore at all will rush over eagerly, just to join in the fun.

For those around Dumbledore, today is a sad and sad day; but for some ordinary wizards, this is still a good time to make friends and expand their circle of friends.

Draco was still sitting at the long table in Slytherin, eating his breakfast in silence. In fact, he had eaten before he came, but once he returned to school, he suddenly felt relieved. This school called Hogwarts is a safe place for many people, even Draco.

Not long after, Maca also appeared in the auditorium. But I saw him come out from the side corridor calmly, passed the front end of the long table, and then sat down gently on the teaching staff seat with a calm face.

As soon as Maca appeared, Draco immediately noticed that many pairs of eyes were looking over there, and immediately afterwards, many of them glanced at him again.

Maybe someone was looking at him just now, but this time the line of sight is much more obvious. Bathed in these gazes, Draco suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and ate breakfast expressionlessly.

Of course he understood why those people wanted to look at him, and it was only because of his father, Lucius Malfoy. Recently, my father was forced to stand on the front line of the most intense struggle, and he showed up several times. Those well-informed wizards have already seen it clearly.

He, Draco, appeared here today, obviously Voldemort meant it. This is a fact, but it is also something that even he can figure out, so he is naturally distressed.

It was at this moment that another line of sight was cast in Draco's direction. At first, he still buried his head in his meal, but after a while, he spotted the owner of that line of sight from the corner of his eye.

He may not care about others looking at him, but when Maca looks at him, it makes him feel complicated for a while.

Subconsciously, Draco stopped the fork in his hand, looked up at the teacher's bench, and met Maca's eyes for a while.

The eyes of both of them were on the verge of closing, and then they bowed their heads again and continued to enjoy the breakfast in front of them.

At that time, Maca naturally didn't feel much, he just thought that this might be a signal thrown by Voldemort, or a provocation, or a hint; but Draco's heart began to waver again.

He still couldn't make up his mind to find Maca, not only because of the pure-blood pride hidden in his heart, but also because... Why did McClane help him Draco? What reason did he have to help the Malfoy family?

If the positions of the two parties were changed, he felt that he would not help a person who had a conflict. In this case, it is considered polite not to add insult to injury.

Draco still remembers that he used the word "mudblood" to express his contempt for Granger, and even almost scolded McLean together, but in the end, McLean gave him a whole body Binding spell.

"...Speaking of which, what is McLean's background?" Draco thought about it, then looked towards Maca, and fell into a moment of doubt.

But no matter what he thought, the breakfast came to an end before he knew it. After most of the guests put down the tableware in their hands one by one and wiped their mouths with napkins, Professor McGonagall suddenly stood up. come.

Soon, everyone stopped eating, and some whispered conversations quickly disappeared. Everyone knows that today's topic is finally coming.

"Everyone, it's almost time," Mag's voice resounded through the entire auditorium under the power of magic, "Please follow the professor of this school and move to the open space in the castle vestibule to wait for a moment—"

Upon hearing this, the guests got up and left their seats, and followed the professors who had already been waiting at the door to move out. Draco naturally followed them, pouring out of the auditorium while remaining silent.

There are still white snowflakes falling outside, and the wind is constantly getting stronger and denser. This is a ferocious snowstorm, which makes people breathless.

Feeling the sharp pain on his cheeks, Draco lowered his eyes and walked forward slowly without saying a word. Not long ago, he had thought about death repeatedly, and for the first time he felt the weight of the name "funeral".