Hogwarts Homecoming

An obvious change after entering the OWLS year is that professors are no longer lenient when assigning homework.

Herbal medicine class and magic class in the morning,

Harry and the others received two papers each from Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick, and the length was required to be no less than fourteen inches.

Coupled with the paper Professor Slughorn left for them the day before yesterday on the properties of moonstone, and Professor McGonagall this afternoon is unlikely to let them go.

Harry almost foresaw the scene of him lying on the coffee table in the lounge crazily doing homework during every leisure time after dinner this year.

Hermione also had to make use of her lunch time. She stuffed things into her mouth while flipping through the reference materials she borrowed from the library.

A burst of noise distracted Hermione. Her eyes were pulled out of the fine words and she glared angrily at the person who made the noise.

"I said it's impossible, Ron. It's impossible for Hagrid to keep a fire dragon in his house. He, have you forgotten that he learned this lesson?"

"Oh, tell me then, what is he keeping in the house?"

Ron asked unconvinced.

"--Maybe."

Hermione hesitated.

"The magical creatures Hagrid made himself, just like last year's Blast-Ended Skrewts!"

The corners of Harry's mouth twitched and he shivered unconsciously.

If this is the case, Professor Dumbledore and Professor Brain might as well show mercy and let Hagrid raise a fire dragon!

Ron seemed to want to argue with Hermione, but Harry gave him a look in time, with a warning in his eyes.

If they didn't want to be exhausted with homework all year, it would be best not to annoy Hermione in the first week of school.

Harry's eyes also reminded Ron. He looked around, lowered his voice and asked cautiously,

"Speaking of which, what happened this morning? I mean, Ginny and Malfoy-"

Hermione, who had lowered her head, also turned her gaze over.

"I'm just doubting--"

Harry said slowly, knowing that his views would be questioned.

"Maybe. Well, Malfoy has a scary pattern on his arm or something that he doesn't want people to know about."

A scary pattern?

Ron blinked in confusion, while Hermione looked at him with a 'you really think so' expression.

"What are you talking about, Harry?"

Ron, who didn't understand, continued to ask.

"The Dark Mark."

Harry finally expressed his suspicion.

hiss--

Ron's reaction was exactly as Harry expected. He took a breath, then stared at Harry with his mouth open, like a monster gargoyle!

"Isn't this a possibility?"

What really annoyed Harry was Hermione's expression. She didn't express approval or disapproval, she just looked at him worriedly.

"I"

Hermione closed her book and prepared to discuss this issue with Harry.

"You can't assume Malfoy has joined the Death Eaters just because he tensed his arms, Harry—"

"Before the Battle of Diagon Alley, when we met Malfoy at Gringotts, I felt something was wrong with him-"

Harry couldn't wait to express his opinion,

"He seemed to be scared when he saw Professor Brain. But what was he afraid of? Professor Brain has always been the most popular professor among Slytherin students, isn't he?"

"There are many possibilities, Harry—"

Ron hesitated and joined the topic,

"After all, the fact that his father is a Death Eater has not escaped him. Maybe he is just worried that Professor Brain will anger him."

Harry's breath caught, and he had to admit that what Ron said made sense.

"So, Malfoy sneaked away from his mother and sneaked into Borgin Bock's shop—"

Harry said quickly,

"He wanted to get a tool that could break through the powerful magic blockade, and that damn door and corridor happened to keep appearing in my dreams. According to me, Voldemort must have sent Malfoy a mission - Voldemort He wanted to get something from Hogwarts, but he couldn't get in by himself, so he hired an undercover agent!"

After a pause for breath, Harry added,

"Malfoy's roots are blooming."

Ron pursed his lips and frowned.

There is a lot of precedent for Voldemort sending spies to Hogwarts.

For example, when they were in first grade, he tried to use Quirrell to steal the Philosopher's Stone, and another example was Vitia Cliona last year.

Hermione wasn't so easily convinced, though, and she still looked at her with that irritating worry.

"Do you remember what Professor Blaine said to you during the summer vacation, Harry -"

Hermione said softly.

"Which sentence?"

Harry was a little annoyed.

"That time we met Malfoy at Gringotts—"

Hermione pursed her lips and said,

"He reminds you not to rely too much on obtaining information about Voldemort from your dreams."

Harry frowned and thought for a moment.

Yes, Professor Brain did remind him that he still doesn't quite understand.

"So what?"

"I think."

Instead, Hermione became hesitant and hesitant.

"In any case, Professor Brain's reminder must be reasonable, right?"

"You just don't want to believe it anyway!"

Harry was saying angrily when he suddenly realized that the person walking past the corner of his eye was the one they were discussing.

"Malfoy"

Harry immediately turned his head and squinted at Malfoy, who was leaving the Slytherin table and walking towards the hall.

I don't know if the meditation class in the morning gave Draco some enlightenment. He seemed to feel Harry's gaze and looked towards the Gryffindor table.

Their eyes crossed.

Draco could feel the vigilance and hostility in Harry's gaze, and Harry also felt that Draco's silent gaze seemed to be full of complicated emotions.

With the three men watching, Draco walked towards the foyer, and before that turned into the corridor on the first floor.

"What is he going to do?"

Harry threw away the chicken drumstick that he had been grabbing for a long time.

"Uh-"

This couldn't be considered a problem at all. Ron blinked in confusion.

"I guess he's full. Ready to go to class?"

"But he didn't take his school bag."

Harry withdrew his gaze and looked at Ron meaningfully.

"Maybe I just forgot?"

Ron glanced towards the Slytherin table.

"Malfoy never lacks followers, and Parkinson's ugly cow will help him."

"Then why didn't he wait for Parkinson and Nott to come together? Their courses should be the same."

Harry said.

Ron didn't speak, and he couldn't tell whether Harry was intuitive or too sensitive.

"What do you think?"

Hermione asked bluntly.

"I think it's like Diagon Alley--"

Harry wiped his hands on the napkin, picked up his schoolbag,

"Malfoy deliberately left them behind to do some despicable deeds."

With that said, Harry hugged his schoolbag tightly.

Although the last tracking was discovered by Malfoy, it was because the footprints revealed a flaw, not that his invisibility cloak was not reliable.

It seemed inappropriate to disappear so directly in the Great Hall, and it would be too obvious to follow Malfoy into the corridor on the first floor. Maybe someone from Slytherin was keeping an eye on Malfoy.

Under the worried gazes of Ron and Hermione, Harry rushed into the hall with his schoolbag and followed the stairs to the second floor.

After being invisible behind a tapestry, he ran back with rapid steps.

Professor Dumbledore and Professor Braine at the staff table were chatting with each other and did not even look at him, which made Harry relieved.

Having been delayed for two minutes, Harry hurriedly rushed into the corridor on the first floor.

However, after turning several turns and walking through the staff room, Harry found no one except Mrs. Norris taking a nap on the corridor in front of Filch's office.

Run outside the castle?

Harry thought for a while, then leaned through the corridor and looked at the ground, but couldn't find a single footprint.

unless

Under the invisibility cloak, Harry squinted and looked at the long corridor in full view. Although it was completely different from the corridor in his dream, it seemed that there was some secret passage hidden here. (End of Chapter)