"Christophe, how did you get involved with someone like Potter?" Draco Malfoy asked as he walked over to Jon and questioned in a reproachful tone.

"Potter...... Isn't that Harry Potter?" Jon didn't seem to notice the strangeness on Malfoy's face, but put on an excited expression: "The legendary boy who defeated the mysterious man and the immortal ......"

“...... I'd heard his name in Durmstrang before, and he even ...... at last year's Triwizard Tournament" Jon suddenly blinked and looked at Malfoy in confusion, "What's wrong, Draco?"

Draco Malfoy glanced at Jon as if he were looking at a fool.

He waved his hand and motioned for Jon to follow, and led Jon all the way to a nook corner of the hallway on the sixth floor.

"That's all in the past!" Malfoy glanced around warily, lowered his voice, and said, "And now, times have changed!"

"That...... Draco...... I don't quite understand......" Jon faked a puzzled expression.

"Of course, you've only been in England for a few days. Malfoy asked rhetorically, "I don't think you're in the habit of reading the Daily Prophet, do you?"

"No, I do. Jon shook his head, "But I usually only glance at the headlines in the Daily Prophet. ”

"That's right!" a wicked smile appeared on Malfoy's face, "If you take a closer look at the daily Daily Prophet, especially some of the small pages in it, you will understand what is going on......"

"Can you explain......" Jon asked tentatively.

"All in all, Potter and Dumbledore have fallen from the altar...... This is the best news for us!" Malfoy said with a serious face.

"I still don't understand......" Jon shook his head, still confused.

"You just have to remember to stay away from Potter and his friends!" Malfoy reminded softly, "Sooner or later, they will be liquidated...... And we will become the rulers of this world!"

Malfoy's voice almost got lower and lower, and finally he almost reached Jon's ear: "There are some things that are inconvenient to say in Hogwarts, when I go to Hogsmeade for the first time in early October, we will have a meeting at the three brooms, and I invite you to come with you when the time comes......"

"Gathering?" Jon asked, continuing curiously.

"It's just our own party!" Malfoy patted Jon on the shoulder, "Avery they don't trust you yet...... But I think I'll convince them that foreign friends like you are obviously good candidates......"

With that, Malfoy nodded mysteriously to Jon and walked down the stairs alone.

Jon only thought he was stunned as he listened.

Still, he guessed what Draco Malfoy meant—

Yourself, are you really going to break into the enemy this time?

......

On the other side, dragging his decadent pace, Harry Potter made his way up to the eighth floor and back to the Gryffindor common room.

However, at the door of the common room, he saw Ron Weasley walking around the neighborhood with a broom.

"What are you doing?" asked Harry, curious.

Ron's face suddenly turned red: "I'm going to try...... Get ready to try out the goalkeeper selection for the Gryffindor Quidditch team!"

"That's a great idea! it would be great if you could get into the team!" Harry exclaimed with some excitement, "By the way, Ron, how are your goalkeeping skills?"

"Okay......" Ron subconsciously diverted the subject, "How about locking up at Umbridge?

Harry hesitated for a moment, then said, "Write sentences." ”

"That's not too bad, is it?" Ron said.

"yes. Harry said.

The two walked into the common room together.

Hermione Granger is also back in the Gryffindor common room, where she is waiting for them...... At the same time, she keenly noticed the strangeness of Harry's hand: "Harry, what's the matter with your hand?"

"It......'s just a scratch," Harry subconsciously hid his hand behind him.

But Hermione grabbed Harry's arm and pulled the back of Harry's hand in front of her, staring blankly at the blood-red line carved into her skin...... "I can't lie. ”

"That old dominatrix!" Hermione cursed as she shuddered, "She's not normal!Harry, go talk to McGonagall about this!"

"I don't know if Professor McGonagall will be able to restrain her......" Harry shook his head.

"Dumbledore, then tell Dumbledore!"

"Nope. Harry said lightly.

"Why not?" Hermione asked, puzzled.

"There's so much to think about. Harry casually made a point.

Honestly, I spent a few months at No. 4 Privet Road, unable to understand what was going on in the outside world...... This made Harry feel a little resentful of Dumbledore from the bottom of his heart.

So he was reluctant to tell Dumbledore about it.

"So......" Hermione hesitated for a moment, then suggested, "Write a letter to Siris, Harry!"

"Huh?"

"Siris has the right to know the truth...... And we'll have to ask him where Hagrid has gone, when he's going to be back, and we don't know if this Umbridge is a Death Eater, or if the mysterious man has used a Imperius Charm!" Hermione said quickly.

Harry thought about it for a moment, then nodded.

......

In more subtle terms, Harry wrote a letter to his godfather, Cialis Black.

After all, Moody had told them to be careful when writing letters, and that they couldn't guarantee that the owl would be intercepted halfway.

In the letter, he told Siris what had happened to him in Umbridge's office, and asked when he would see Hagrid again.

After writing the letter, he tied it to Hedwig's feet......

Looking at the owl's back as it flew away, Harry suddenly remembered a phrase he had heard a few hours ago—

"I see you're writing...... Write to one of your elders about your injury. ”

Elders...... It seems that Aunt Penny is not the only one who has his own elders. And also......

Own godfather, Cyris Black!

This also means...... Patrick's prophecy is actually correct.

Harry's hand suddenly trembled slightly.

"What's wrong, does it still hurt?" Hermione, who was on the side, took out a bottle of white fresh and carefully applied it to the wound on Harry's hand...... She thought it was her rough movement that hurt Harry, and she quickly stopped.

“...... No, nothing!" Harry smiled pretending to be calm.

His back was already soaked with sweat.