Forget

The air seemed to freeze, and the gradually increasing wind did not cause the slightest disturbance.

Draco raised his eyes slightly, and he watched his arm adjust the direction of his wand, aiming at the last person standing, watching as if that arm didn't belong to him.He sighed low in his heart.

—Look, it's not very difficult, is it?

The felt hat's hand holding the wand trembled violently. He tried with all his strength, but it still had no effect. The wand didn't seem to belong to him.He didn't even dare to check on the fallen companions around him.He didn't even have time to think about how the situation turned around, but he looked at the seemingly thin figure in front of him with obvious deep fear.

"Who are you? Who are you?" The felt hat tried to pretend to be calm, but the trembling voice betrayed him. "Do you think this is the end? No, no! I still have backup...they'll be here soon, you can't..."

"I sincerely hope they arrive before you fall, as you wish." Draco coldly interrupted his unstoppable babble. "One last small question though. Which Ministry of Magic are you talking about?"

But the felt hat didn't answer.Or it didn't look like he heard what Draco was saying at all.He suddenly stopped talking to himself nervously just because he seemed to hear something.Then he suddenly became happy, and the hand holding the wand looked more confident: "Here they come! They are coming!"

Draco tilted his head slightly, listening to the subtle voices in the air, making quick estimates.He frowned slightly, holding a sneer: "It seems that your reinforcements are quite large."

But the felt hat didn't catch the sarcasm that was about to overflow from Draco's words.His elation lasted until behind him he heard the crunch of leather boots on the dry leaves on the ground.When the sound stopped, a taller figure appeared beside him.

The enthusiasm of the felt hat seemed to be poured over his head by a basin of cold water. He almost screamed at the visitor in a low voice in despair: "Why you? Where are the others? Why are you alone?"

"Perhaps you think that an academic like me might not be worthy of coming to save you, but in fact I didn't come here for this." The tone of the visitor was unexpectedly calm and sharp. "I'm not on duty today, I was just asked to see if you, who have never even stepped into the gate of Hogwarts and are proud of it, can you go back before the rainstorm comes." The visitor frowned and scanned the ground People lying in disorder. "Obviously, no."

"If you're just here for a joke, then you might as well go back!" The felt hat was clearly out of breath, and he tried his best to suppress his rough breathing.

"Then let's see how many enemies can trap the bloody and invincible uneducated elements—oh my god, I thought there would be a legion..." The visitor continued with a blank expression Said, deliberately used a few exaggerated interjections to show his meanness.His eyes glanced around from the ground, and finally fell on Draco who was standing quietly, and his originally intentionally exaggerated tone suddenly turned sharply. "Oh my God……"

The felt hat didn't quite understand what the man was saying: "Either help me now, or go back and ask someone to collect my body! - If you really do this, believe me you will not end well !"

But that person obviously didn't hear his threat, and without taking his eyes off Draco, he said almost perfunctorily: "Okay, I believe what you encountered is really a legion, you go back here and leave it to me..."

The felt hat finally noticed something strange.He calmed down and re-examined the situation: "Oh, you know this person, you know who he is?"

"The rainstorm is coming soon, you can hurry back." The man said impatiently, without answering the felt hat's question at all.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger, blowing the branches and making a whistling sound.The rainstorm is really coming.

"What's your purpose in pushing me away in such a hurry?" The felt hat seemed to be interested.It's just that the increasing wind forced him to raise his voice. "You're finally going to defect, aren't you? As expected?"

"I said, go back!" The man roared in a low voice, but his voice was completely drowned out by a gust of wind.The gust of wind whizzed from behind, swept past the place where the three of them were standing, and whizzed away again.

Draco tilted his head slightly, allowing the wind to brush against the side of his face.There was a sudden chill in the ears, the hood fell off along with the wind, and the tips of the light golden hair fluttered, like a ray of sunshine suddenly falling in the dark forest.

"Malfoy! He's Malfoy!" The felt hat screamed as if it had been given a shot in the arm. "Kill him! Kill him! Zabini! Did you hear that! Kill him! Oh Merlin, thank Merlin, I'm going to make a contribution..."

Sabini sighed slightly, slowly raised his arms, and suddenly turned his direction, and the felt hat fell straight backwards with an unbelievably surprised expression.Zabini stuffed his wand back into his pocket, "Long time no see, Draco."

"Bryce Zabini." Draco nodded slightly. "Neither did I expect to meet you here.—much less that you would now be working for the Ministry with such a man.—I thought the Ministry had burned down."

"Another Ministry of Magic, actually," said Bryce. "After the previous one was burned down, they organized another government-in-exile. It's just that they changed the soup but not the medicine, it's just those people."

"With the Savior?" Draco made it sound like disdain. "Perhaps thanks to him, the government-in-exile can be burned again."

"He's not with us, he's well protected by the Order of the Phoenix. The Order just removed Potter from his Muggle relative's house not too long ago—supposedly because the protection from that house was about to expire, but I'm not very clear about the specifics - it is said that the Dark Lord personally participated, but it obviously didn't work." Bryce looked at Draco. "I thought you knew about it."

"I...don't know." Draco replied softly.He was in a daze.At that time... he himself was still in doubt... Draco quickly covered up his emotions. "It seems that the Order of the Phoenix still has some effect."

"Even so." Bryce smiled and shook his head, his tone quite helpless. "The Ministry of Magic is afraid of the Order of the Phoenix, and the Order of the Phoenix looks down on the Ministry of Magic—but I think they have the capital to do so.—It is really unwise to fight among themselves in war, but there is no way to avoid it."

"I thought you were going to the Order of the Phoenix," Draco said.

"Me too. Except," Bryce sighed. "I'm a Slytherin, pure and simple. A Slytherin in the Order of the Phoenix was Professor Snape, but he lived up to expectations and killed Headmaster Dumbledore, and leaked the time of Potter's transfer to the Dark Lord. ——I Don't think they're going to take another Slytherin anytime soon. Those Gryffindors are always dead-headed, and I don't think they'll be able to outdo the Ministry of Magic after the war."

"So what are you going to do next?" Draco looked up at him.Out of the corner of my eye, I flicked across the felt hat. "You didn't kill him."

"I can't kill him, he's a 'relationship'," Bryce said. "It's a pity. But I have to take him back."

"He's alive, he knows who I am. Bryce, he's seen everything," Draco continued.

"Take one step at a time, and I will not be ruined in his hands. Compared with my relationship, what should I do, but you, Draco," Bryce said with a serious expression. "The Daily Prophet has a big circulation—did you really do that...that stuff?"

"Isn't it too late for you to think of questioning me now?" Draco's mouth twitched. "If it was that night at Hogwarts, the effect might be better..."

"I'm sure you know what you're doing. You were and you are." Bryce sighed deeply. "I just... I can't associate you with those words, cruel, violent... Those shouldn't be labels on you."

"There's nothing right or wrong. What has happened can't be changed. What hasn't happened..." Draco pursed his lips, but even he didn't have the confidence to continue. "...Those who will believe will naturally believe."

Bryce opened his mouth, as if determined: "Can you stop now?"

Draco stroked his left arm and smiled: "You know the answer, so why ask me again."

Bryce sighed heavily again: "You... you take care."

"Assaulted his own colleagues, and let go of dangerous Death Eaters. -Bryce," Draco continued to chuckle. "It's you who should take care."