The Son of Light of the Snake House

"That... Hermione—" Ron followed Hermione: "Which professor...?"

Hermione smiled: "Don't talk about us first, talk about you first."

"Me? I have nothing to say, I just took a step, and then suddenly appeared at the gate of that temple."

Hermione snorted, "Then you're pretty lucky."

"Of course!" Ron straightened his back, patted his chest, and let it make a hollow sound.

"What about the rest?"

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"I asked you about the others, you don't think it's just the two of us here?" Hermione seemed to be indifferent: "Let me tell you first, when I received the news, Harry also disappeared gone."

Ron listened, and slapped his thigh: "I just said how did I come to this unlucky place! It must be Harry's fault! That guy is always unlucky! It also made me clean up in the Temple of Light Half a day of hygiene—”

Hermione chuckled, and Ron automatically fell silent.

"...Oh, by the way, you haven't said which professor it is?" Ron asked cautiously. "It shouldn't be... I hope it's Professor Dumbledore, or Sirius is also very good, isn't he already re-employed at Hogwarts?"

"This is a professor you are very familiar with." Hermione turned her head to look at him, and smiled slowly: "You will be very happy to see him."

Ron stiffened.

Daniel eavesdropped, wondering what charade they were playing.

When he got to the front of the house, Ron was the first to stop: "Oh, it's really like my home, I miss it so much."

"I miss you, I don't usually see you coming home. Aunt Weasley talks about why you don't come back all day."

"I'm not like you Aurors, walking around every day—"

"So in your eyes, we Aurors have nothing to do every day?" Hermione sneered.

"No, no, isn't it because we have different divisions of labor and different responsibilities?"

Hermione ignored him and knocked on the door: "Professor, Ron is here."

The door opened.

………………

"Can you do it?"

Draco threw the paper on the table speechlessly: "What are you talking about?"

"No, didn't you say that you know where the Dark Mark points? You've been looking at it for a while." Harry looked back at him innocently: "I've been waiting for a long time, and then I have to discuss how to deal with the king. I want to sleep."

Draco glared at him: "Is this how you usually work in the Ministry of Magic? 'I want to sleep'? You don't think you are still a four or five-year-old baby, you have to go to bed when you are sleepy-do you want a brother? Bring you some milk? So you can sleep better?"

"That's not necessary, it's too much trouble for you." Harry said seriously, "So what can you see from the Dark Mark?"

"You do not understand."

"Tell me about it, and I'll understand it. Anyway, my OWLs exam is O (excellent). Besides, I haven't been a Death Eater before, so I have no experience."

Draco sighed, grabbed the paper on the table, held it down with his fingers, and told him bit by bit.

"First of all, the appearance of the Dark Mark. Generally speaking, only Voldemort would use the Dark Mark with a snake protruding from the skull's mouth. It belonged to him. The previous Quidditch match was for Little Crouch. Find Voldemort."

"Then there are the marks of ordinary Death Eaters, they all look the same, but we are not ordinary Death Eaters, our Dark Marks are all slightly different!" Draco raised his head proudly, as if waiting A joke, but Harry just watched him quietly.

Draco pulled over two more pieces of paper: "The Dark Mark of the godfather is a bit like that of my father, but there is a potion bottle in the mouth of the snake in the mouth of the godfather, and the family crest of Malfoy is on the head of my father's skull."

Harry observed carefully and suddenly realized: "So this Dark Mark was issued by your father?"

"To be precise, it's my father's Dark Mark, but it shouldn't have been issued by my father..." Draco pondered, pressing his finger on the snake's eyes and swiping to the right: "There is also a direction indicator here, if you look at it this way , should be on the right side of Motiphera..."

"Wait to ask Andre tomorrow where it is, and then we need to—" Harry also thought about it.

"Need an owl!"

"Need an owl!"

The two said at the same time.

"But this one has to be found by the king." Draco stood up, pacing back and forth: "And owls are not born to deliver letters... It's not easy to find either."

"Isn't it okay to be a non-owl? Pigeons can also be used to deliver letters."

"According to what you said, the messenger can be a human being."

"Yes, then leave it to Andre!"

Draco then used his wand to burn the pile of papers to ashes: "Then go to bed, baby Harry, children can't stay up late."

"Then tell the king how much we'll pay for it?" Harry asked him.

"Let's talk about it when the letter comes back." Draco pouted.

The author has something to say:

Harry: I knew you were a dad

Draco: Play one slowly?