[HP] A Brief History of Time

Alona knew the news the next morning. She was sitting at the dining table drinking coffee while flipping through the "Daily Prophet" delivered by the owl in the morning.

When the green, strangely shaped Dark Mark in the night sky came into view, Alona was really taken aback. She had to react for a few minutes before finding out the information about this mark from Lucy and George's memory. memory.She hastily scanned the headlines of the news, and now she was not surprised, she was in a state of uneasiness.

Fortunately, at this time, there was movement outside the building.They are all back.

What comforted Alona was that although they looked a little tired, they were neatly dressed and did not appear to be in any danger.

"We're all okay, they don't dare to make trouble in our camp, which is full of pure-blood families and high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic." Mrs. Zabini said, "Only a few Muggles were teased and frightened, but the Ministry of Magic People came in time and no one's life was in danger."

Alona put her arms around Virginia and frowned, "Is it driven by that person?"

Mrs. Zabini threw herself heavily on the sofa, and said weakly, "I've never been clear about this. I advise you that you don't need to figure it out. There is no man who can take care of us in our family. She will cast her eyes on us, just be ready to run at any time." She looked at the children, "School starts the day after tomorrow, as soon as I go to Hogwarts, there are Dumbledore and countless magical protections, yes The safest place."

Virginia and Draco looked at each other.

Mrs. Zabini had a severe headache, drank a little painkiller, handed over a bunch of things to Alona, ​​and went to bed by herself.

They didn't know another piece of news until they boarded the Hogwarts Express on the third day.On the night of the end of the World Cup, Sirius bravely caught a masked man making trouble, and it was Mr. Parkinson who said something was wrong.Although he yelled for injustice, he was firmly bitten by Sirius on his trousers, and even the terrifying mask on his face was firmly stepped on by him—he was captured in the form of Animagus. living.So while Parkinson was caught in Azkaban, Sirius himself was forced to spend a full day at the Ministry of Magic, required to register his Animagus.

With lingering fears, Blaise came in from outside the box holding a lot of snacks, and complained, "Pencey and Warrington can be heard scolding each other in the whole car," he shook his head, "The fiancée acted like them, it's a good start. Vision." He handed Virginia a piece of chocolate shortbread, and shrieked like Parkinson's voice now, Warrington's now.

"Kargo Warrington, don't forget that your family is rich because of my father! What did your father say when we got engaged? You will do everything our family needs your help!"

"Anyone can say this kind of thing, don't take yourself too seriously, Parkinson, your father really made our family look bad, you wait to be divorced!"

Virginia interrupted his eccentricity with an elbow.

"A pair of idiots!" Draco commented. He was turning over the newspaper and found in the cracks the unfinished continuation of the front page. Tarski literally ridiculed the Ministry of Magic from top to bottom, how many Oros were dispatched in the World Cup but only one Parkinson was caught, and the former Oromudi's house was attacked by unknown people... Wait, she hardly has any do not know things.

"Albania?" Virginia leaned forward and read out the name of the place that interested her.

"Almost most wizards think that the mysterious man is hiding in Albania." Draco's expression became serious, "I think it's too coincidental." He didn't pay attention to such small things in his previous life, unlike now, he tried his best to avoid it every day. Find clues in the matter.

Blaise took a bite of the sandwich and said vaguely, "It's just a rumor. I don't know how many wizard families go to Albania for vacation every year—it's cheap there, and no one says they will meet a mysterious person."

"I think it's quite possible," Virginia mused.

"Okay, let's hear it."

"The magic of the Krakenthorpe family originated in the mountains and forests of Albania. There are countless strange magic and witchcraft inside. The mysterious person is likely to seek life-saving black magic in it. What do you think, Draco ?” asked Virginia.

"Possibly, but I just thought, besides that, what else made Fudge forget about covering up and finding Bertha Jorkins?" Draco thought for a moment.

"Which thing was that?" Blaise interjected.

Draco and Virginia smiled at each other. Although they couldn't hide their worry, they still hid the news together, "Secret."

This secret was not concealed for a long time. At the dinner that night, Dumbledore announced the news of the Triwizard Tournament.

"That's great!" Blaise muttered under his breath, glaring at Draco.

***

Draco's year was even more low-key than last.Except for Blaise, he was almost alone, and he seemed to have confirmed the news that Patriarch Malfoy was dying, and he rarely saw a smile on his face.Fortunately, the scandal of Parkinson's family has diverted many people's attention.

But there was one person whose attention was always on him, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, the former Oromudi.He was vicious towards his father, always implying that he was a notorious Death Eater, seemed to disbelieve the rumors that he was seriously ill, and made vicious hints on several occasions that he wished him an early death.This made Harry almost unbearable as a student under his care.

"He's a paranoid, and even the Ministry of Magic doesn't like him." In the Potions Office, Virginia put a potion on his arm that was accidentally injured during the practical operation in the Magic Defense class, "Ron said Because of his temper, he was kicked out by the Ministry of Magic. He is old and a little delirious. If Dumbledore and him are not good friends, I am afraid he can't even maintain his own livelihood. go down."

Draco avoided her hand, put down his sleeves, but didn't pay attention to what she said, but asked, "When did you get so close to Ron?"

"This is what Hermione told me, you know, I often meet her in the library. As for Ron, I know he has a lot of insignificant problems," Virginia withdrew her hand, "you Don’t remember the incident in your previous life.”

"If he hadn't pushed you to Lestrange in the end, you might not have been locked in the Chamber of Secrets." Draco said angrily, "When I saw this scene from Rohr's memory, you didn't know me What a heartbreak you can totally get away with..."

"He didn't mean it." Virginia sat up straight, looked at him, and said softly, "I remember it very clearly. He accidentally tripped and touched me. Later they all thought I was dead I've been guilty of this for a long time—there were so many sacrifices at that time, and the Death Eaters had no one to threaten them with me, and they didn't have any hope."

"I wish your temper could be a little tougher on someone other than me." Draco immediately calmed down after seeing her gray eyes, but he was not angry either. He didn't want to hear her complaining about Ron Weasley. Justified, he hated the red hair for so many years, and there was no way to change it.

"Hide away from Professor Moody," Virginia packed up a stack of potions and put them back in Professor Snape's medicine cabinet—this has almost become Virginia's exclusive cabinet, "Professor McGonagall I have already taught him a lesson, as far as I know, he is a righteous person, although his temper is a bit bad, I think he will not be too ugly again."

Draco frowned.

At seven o'clock, Professor Snape finally entered the office with a pile of homework. He glanced at the two students who had become more and more casual in his office, and his face darkened.

He first threw a thick notebook to Virginia, "Understand these principles first, and then conduct experiments." He emphasized again, "It cannot be copied, it cannot be taken away, and it can only be read here."

Virginia stretched out her hand to flip it over, was startled, and immediately closed it.

Snape raised his eyebrows, "What?"

"It's all spells, Professor." Virginia added in her mind, and they were all black magic spells.

He snorted, "No one stipulates that potions cannot be made according to the principle of magic spells. If you don't know anything about it, then your achievements are limited to making antidotes for herbs and potions."

Virginia hesitated for a while, but reached out and took the notebook into her hand.

"Hand over the wand." Snape snorted again, but obviously seemed a little happier, "These principles of spells are just for you to understand, you are not yet old enough to practice them."

Virginia handed the wand into his hand, and sat down on the small round table beside her with the note.

Draco's homework was to study old Malfoy's illness with Snape.

After all, Snape was not a therapist, and he could not do anything about old Malfoy's symptoms all summer, so he had to put in great effort to study Malfoy's blood, but this did not prevent Snape from feeling that there was something hidden in it.

He dropped the quill in his hand and said sarcastically, "I think you might as well save your father's dying face with a babo tuber," he said. "Isn't this the acne caused by excessive energy?"

Draco smiled and turned the pen in his hand, "Professor, he is really difficult to treat, isn't he?"

His words were too obviously suggestive.Snape couldn't help looking up at him, the lines between his thick brows deepening.

"I do have something to hide, Professor," Draco said quite calmly, "On a certain matter, my father and I insist on the opposite attitude... He may be in a dilemma, of course, it is precisely because of his attitude and situation , forcing him to suffer from this disease."

Virginia pricked up her ears, not paying attention to her notebook at all.

Draco's voice still said slowly, "Although I know the choice I have to make, I still don't know how to do it. So I come to ask for your help, Professor. I know that even if you don't like my self-assertion , but you will also keep a secret for me." He paused, "On the night of the World Cup, I accidentally heard a secret..."

Professor Snape stood up abruptly from the table, and violently knocked over the pots and cauldrons on the table.But he didn't care about wasting all his hard work these days, and grabbed Draco's collar viciously across the table, "How dare you..."

"Professor," Virginia said, pretending to be at a loss.

"Miss Krakenthorpe, you go back to the dormitory first!" Snape almost roared, he lifted Draco's collar vigorously, regardless of his growing paleness, "As for you, follow me to the principal's office!"