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"What the hell do you want to do, Miss Delacour?" Malfoy's footsteps moved slowly, as if he wanted to walk up the stairs to the stage, face to face with Dumbledore, and when he was closest to Fleur, he asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear, not far from the side of her face, but there was excitement in his tone that could not be concealed.

"Save you. Her lips twitched, her eyes flashed slightly, and then she fell silent again, as if she had been stupefied by the sudden turn of events.

An inexplicable sense of dismay welled up in Malfoy's heart, and then another emotion suddenly prevailed again.

"Draco, put down your wand, we can talk about it now. There seemed to be a magic in Dumbledore's voice, urging the boy to give up resistance, so much so that he still calls him by his first name instead of his last name.

"I beg your pardon for refusing. The boy replied faintly, and the wizard who did not shy away from it looked at each other, not afraid of the deception that he hid under his blue eyes.

"I can guarantee your safety, it's not clear now, is it? What Mr. Crouch said still needs to be verified, not that you will be imprisoned in Azkaban. Dumbledore frowned, but said patiently in a gentle tone.

The old man was also a little confused in his heart at this time, and he didn't know why the situation had developed like this.

"I can guarantee it myself. Malfoy said lightly, and the wand against Fleur's throat suddenly and quickly left, blocking in front of him, and a tricky white light seemed to hit an invisible mirror, and was bounced off the ceiling in an instant.

"Professor Moody, sneak attacks are not a good habit, it's disgraceful. Malfoy shook his head.

"Huh. Moody sneered and took his wand to his back.

"Professor Dumbledore, you're not going to make a move, are you, I know, you're going to take care of the students and the hostages in my hands. Malfoy raised an eyebrow.

The old man fell into deep thought, and the pair of blue eyes flashed with a light that symbolized thought,

"My daughter, what happened to her? Can anyone tell me?" In front of a long table, a woman scratched her blonde hair and screamed hysterically, as if she couldn't bear the impact, and suddenly fell headlong on the table, causing another commotion.

"Madam Pomfrey, someone here has fainted!" someone shouted.

"Mom!" Fleur whispered, taking a step forward, only to be held back by Malfoy's wand.

"You chose the path yourself, and it's not so easy to regret it now. He reminded the girl in an undetectable voice.

"Okay, I'll let you go. At the same time, Dumbledore, who was not far away, seemed to have made up his mind, and said slowly.

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The Triwizard Tournament has undergone an unexpected change for everyone, as one of the referees, Crouch actually bent the law more than ten years ago, allowing his son to escape the punishment of the law, and what is even more frightening and unacceptable is that Voldemort has been resurrected, and his assistants are even Hogwarts students.

Even Malfoy, who single-handedly planned all this, could not have imagined it.

Once again, the butterfly's wings seemed to grow stronger, and the storm became more and more difficult to resist.

As he originally conceived.

Voldemort's resurrection did not achieve the desired result, and the loss of contact between the two eyeliners at Hogwarts, coupled with Dumbledore's timely appearance at the point of his resurrection, gave him ample reason to believe that there was a traitor among his men.

And the scope is extremely small, either Malfoy or Crouch Jr., and the object of suspicion will only be limited to the two.

And if today's events had been widely circulated, Voldemort would have known that neither of them had betrayed him, but was only exposed due to the mistakes of Crouch Jr., after all, no one could withstand the effectiveness of the Truth Elixir.

But that wasn't enough to dispel the suspicious man's suspicions, so Malfoy needed to take in something like a petition.

Going to Azkaban for a "vacation" might be a good plan, and maybe some of Voldemort's "sympathy"?

He doesn't have this kind of emotion himself, but in order to win over his subordinates, sometimes he still needs to show some of these feelings called human.

In the near future, Voldemort will rob the prison and reorganize his power, and Malfoy, who was still in prison at that time, will also gain the Dark Lord's great trust after "regaining his freedom".

After all, being caught in Azkaban can completely declare the "severance" of Dumbledore's relationship with the Malfoy family.

If Voldemort had reason to doubt the family's loyalty, he might have wavered between black and white, but now there are no more such doubts.

Conversely, if Malfoy had remained at the school, he would not have been able to gather more meaningful information.

Therefore, not long ago, I only need to pretend to resist a little bit after Crouch's testimony, and then I can start my Azkaban vacation smoothly.

However, this fairly well-established idea has been shattered today.

He couldn't figure out what Fleur wanted to do.

This girl rushed towards him like crazy at the time, and he subconsciously restrained her, and the plot after that inevitably went to hostage-taking and negotiation.

He just glanced at Fleur's seductive eyes, and fell into another extreme emotion.

Not obsessed.

It was prudence, vigilance, and at that moment it was as if the whole world was deceiving him, he couldn't trust anyone, he lost the ability to think, and only by instinct hysterical confrontation with everyone.

"What do you want to do?" he asked coldly, the two of them had arrived in the Forbidden Forest by this time, surrounded by thorns and a clammy mist, and a griffon was pecking at something not far from them.

With the help of the moonlight, it was barely possible to distinguish the appearance of the griffin, its whole body was a brownish yellow, its chest was dazzling vermilion feathers, the muscles on its chest were extremely developed, its tall body showed its strength, its forelimbs were surrounded by a circle of silver feathers, its sharp claws stepped on the mud, the blade was temporarily hidden, and the most breathtaking thing was its eyes, like living flames, dazzling like ruby red against the background of the night.

The pair of powerful wings kept flapping, as if they were ready to fly at any moment.

It's just that all this is illusory, it is achieved by transfiguration, Malfoy lightly shook the wand in his hand, and the feathers on this magical creature that was at the top of the food chain just now immediately began to fade, slowly shrinking in size, and finally gradually reduced to a bench, staying quietly in place.

It seems that he should have found a random material in the auditorium just now as a means of leaving.

Griffons, who can fly, are a good choice for transportation, and Malfoy goes around the outside before finally returning to Hogwarts.

It makes sense that it's dark under the lights.

"Superb Transfiguration. Fleur's blue eyes glanced over and quickly muttered.

"As for my purpose, I'm just trying to help someone who might have had a bad brain sucked by the Dementors pick up a life. Fleur lifted her swan-like neck and said haughtily, answering Malfoy's question head-on.