The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Malfoy couldn't figure it out, why did George and Fred disappear in the blink of an eye?

Obviously they have other people outside to respond, but the question is, how do they contact the outside world under the rights protection rule of the Ministry of Magic represented by Umbridge?

And this question, even George and Fred didn't think about it...

Detective Jin who responded to them just took out the envelope mysteriously and shook it. Could it be that there are people from the Ministry of Magic?Impossible, the group of people who helped Dumbledore were captured or dispatched by Fudge long ago.

Malcolm stood at the window of the Black Snake Club, looking at the plants hanging from the steps.

The lily of the valley was in full bloom...lost in the wind, finally becoming a perpetual pale, scented shadow that came with happiness, his hand in his pocket, some snack in his mouth.

"I think we'd better throw this thing away" Malcolm Bardock removed the silver 'I' badge.

"No! We're going to rescue Umbridge and the Aurors locked in the basement..." Pansy grinned, still hoping for their own victory, "and Dean Snape...he must know about them Where are you locked up?"

Malfoy thought about it calmly, and finally threw the badge into the trash can.

"He's right, we don't have a chance now," he said with a black face, "It's better not to get involved with Umbridge, it was enough before... I don't want to open the door every day, and be flooded with garbage "

But the question is, how did the news of Hermione and Cyrus circulate and get to others under the surveillance of the Ministry of Magic?

In fact, it is dark under the lights!

Malcolm left their room, and the whole time he did just one thing... and that was, he sent a letter from Hogwarts with a time and place.

You know, Umbridge's investigation team is in charge of checking emails, so they can naturally use some tricks.

Who would have thought that before entering Hogwarts, the little tricks Malcolm learned in the orphanage would still come in handy?He shook his head, he could only blame the wizards for being too simple-minded...

"Either someone from the Ministry of Magic, or... one of us is helping Cyrus and them," Daphne told Malfoy coldly.

There are only two possibilities, otherwise, it would be impossible to circumvent the Ministry of Magic's regulatory envelope....

When Malcolm walked out along the Potions classroom, he was stopped by a cold voice.

"Stop~~"

"Professor, what's the matter?" He stopped, lowered his head, and said with a smile.

"Our honorable 'little' headmaster seems to be very close to you?" Snape's words were as irritating as ever, sounding full of sarcasm, and outsiders generally called this tone Slytherin characteristic.

"I've never had anything to do with them..." Malcolm's brow flashed a trace of disgust, "If you mean they beat me, it's indeed 'close'"

Snape pursed his lips tightly, and slid soundlessly close to the ground in front of him, bent down as if to check something, his eyes were as deep as the end of the basement passage.

However, Malcolm still clenched his fists, and his palms were sweating.

"Where did you... walk out?"

"No... That's right." The oppressive feeling of the old bat was further amplified in the deserted, damp basement. The torch dragged the professor's shadow high on the wall, covering him.

"Hmm... that's interesting..." the professor examined, "how do you know where the Ministry of Magic is kept? Don't say you're not... I don't mind showing your footprints with magic... .”

It seems that he is the warden, but the image is indeed quite suitable.

Malcolm's whole heart was suspended, his mind was turning rapidly, and finally he said: "You are the dean of Slytherin, how can you act against the Ministry of Magic? I have to tell Malfoy ..."

As if he was the decent one, he was trying to persuade Snape to change his ways and not to follow the law-breaking behavior, expressing his loyalty to the Ministry of Magic and his own position by the way.

He did find the dungeons where the Ministry of Magic was kept, so he was going to rescue them!

"Is it your own decision...or...Cyrus asked you to do this?" Snape's eyes narrowed, and he pressed his shoulder, forcing the other to avoid his eyes.

But he was still too young, and Snape could clearly feel his nervousness.

"Professor..." Malcolm had a painful sneer on his face, he twisted his shoulders and let out a gasp.

When Snape hesitated for a while, and finally let go of his iron grip, Malcolm ran around him and disappeared, leaving him standing there alone in thought.

Thrilling... He forgot that since Cyrus is now the acting principal, it must not be so simple to shut down. Malcolm pressed his beating heart and hurriedly returned to the Black Snake Club.

"Spotted by Snape..." He stood at the ornate doorway, thinking while holding the handle with snake patterns on it.

"Good news!" He touched the snake's head with his ring, pushed open the door, and shouted loudly towards Malfoy and the others, "I just met Dean Snape, and he said that Umbridge and the Ministry of Magic Locked up in the basement!"

Malfoy, who had been guessing with a cold face, showed a surprised smile on his face...

How could it be this little snake?You must know that his brain is better than Goyle and Crabbe. If it wasn't for the benefit of the family, Malfoy would have wanted to get rid of those two fat pigs a long time ago.

But if it wasn't Malcolm who helped him several times, then who?Daphne?She is clearing her suspicions?

Pansy's warning echoed in Draco Malfoy's ears: "Astoria is Daphne's sister, two sisters who depend on each other, how could they betray each other for nothing?"

"Great! We can rescue together with the dean..." He shook his head, trying to get rid of the doubts that had already taken root in his heart.

"No...Professor Snape said that there is a troll underneath as a security guard." Malcolm shook his head easily, without blinking his eyes when he panicked, "We have to think about it in the long run~"

"Very good... very good!" Malfoy patted him on the shoulder happily, and said encouragingly, "With you as a smart naan and an intelligence officer, you are indeed better than Crabbe and the others. You are worthy of the Bardock family. ..”

Malcolm was very happy, and seemed to be very happy with his praise and praise.

It's just that when I heard the Bardock family in my heart, I clenched my hands in my pockets...

There was no way he could quit, and he had been offered a chance to get out unscathed before, but Malcolm himself turned it down, not only for the sponsorship tuition, but also for his... hatred.

Sorry, Cyrus.