"Get this thing out of the way, quick!" the figure inside the frame screamed, making it feel instinctive fear that the components of the portrait were flammable. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"You're feeding your broken bird here again, and one day I'm going to complain that your actions will cause damage to the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts! and be disrespectful to the portraits of past Headmasters!" Phineas was furious, but helpless, because he was just a portrait now, and he couldn't do anything more than send a message.

This is one of the costs of seemingly "eternal life".

Fawkes, who was curled up on the perch, saw this flame, and its originally lazy eyes immediately became energetic, and it immediately stretched out its wings and threw itself at its food, the flame was not too big, it swallowed the whole mass with a slight mouth, and then exhaled some smoke-like gray gas, and burped. He flew back to the shelf, squinted and began to sleep.

"I didn't have this kind of pet when I was in power. Phineas said with a sour face at this moment, and then his expression changed from his previous casualness, "Dumbledore, have you been in the past few days..."

"If you're asking about your offspring, he snuck into Hogwarts a while ago and made a mess of the school. Dumbledore seemed to know what he wanted to ask, and gave the answer in advance.

"I have said many times that there can be no mischief in the Black family, that there will be no traitors in my descendants, that his escape from prison means that he is innocent, and that the people of the Black family will never run away after making mistakes!"

Even though Blake announced that he had disowned his family, he was still a slightly rebellious descendant in the eyes of the old man.

"If, I mean, if he can be caught by me, or by some other teacher, then in the Wizengamot, I'll put him to a fair trial. Dumbledore didn't want to say anything about Sirius's innocence, although his instincts told him that he was a little tired, and he had some doubts about capturing Sirius and throwing him into Azkaban without trial, but if Sirius was really innocent, what about his maniacal laughter at the time of the explosion and twelve years of Azkaban life.

So far, at least, there has been no reason to convince him why an innocent man has never been wronged once.

"Dumbledore..."Phineas wanted to continue arguing about the issue, but immediately paused and showed a playful smile: "The junior I admire is here, how about it, do you want to let him in?"

There was a knock at the door.

"It's rare for an educator to refuse a student to ask for a meeting. Dumbledore looked at the portrait and said in a thick voice outside the door, "The password is milk gummies, please come in." ”

The door opened, and Malfoy quickly bypassed the fine, spitting silverware and made his way to Dumbledore's desk.

"Son, are you having any problems?" asked Dumbledore kindly, as with any normal student, but a dark current began to rise in his heart.

He now clearly knew that the student in front of him was full of wariness in his heart, and compared to most students, he showed extraordinary learning ability and mind.

He couldn't have imagined that a student would be able to learn Occlumency in the first grade.

This is also one of the main reasons why he miscalculated.

A misunderstanding may have caused a bad feeling that is difficult to eliminate.

Aside from last year's accident, Dumbledore did not take the initiative to probe any of his students' memories.

When I first met this little guy, I just wanted to know what this child was thinking at that time.

After all, Malfoy still took the Philosopher's Stone away, no matter what, he needed to know something deeper, he wouldn't go to the memories of an ordinary student at will, since the students respectfully called him the headmaster, he naturally had to be worthy of that trust.

He just wanted to get some representation that symbolized emotions. He still wonders if this would not have happened if he had paid more attention to Tom Riddle and noticed his hatred and greed.

But he didn't intend to probe deeper, but he was violently counterattacked, and without psychological preparation, he was actually affected by an illusion.

No one can remain calm after seeing their own death.

Even though he was Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard of today or history.

Of course, he trusted Snape as always, believing that it was just an illusion, even if it seemed irrefutablely real.

As for now, Dumbledore began to trust the boy in front of him more and more.

Not long ago, he was pleasantly surprised to see Pansy's Patronus on the pitch.

This is the best proof that the students who stayed by his side have gradually changed, and it is a good direction, otherwise with the influence of the schoolgirl's family background and parents, the Patronus Charm may not have anything to do with her for the rest of her life.

And as early as last year's secret room incident, Malfoy proved his position, and finally Malfoy's words before he fell into a coma also made him entangled for a long time, and finally he vaguely guessed the boy's intentions, so he decided to violate his principles.

Everyone hates lies, but sometimes it's an essential tool.

As for now, he can only try his best to make up for the relationship between the two, he can't be too enthusiastic, that will arouse the suspicion of the student in front of him, what he can do is to treat this student with a normal heart, so that the rift can be eliminated under the effect of time.

It's a pity that his normal heart didn't last long.

"I can solve the problem of those Dementors. Malfoy said slowly, but the words he said were earth-shattering.

"Huh?" Dumbledore's silver-white eyebrows were raised, as if he had heard something surprising, and of course the event itself was certainly something to be amazed.

The fingertips of his hands were pressed together, lost in thought.

After a while, he helped his half-moon lenses and said, "You always surprise me, Draco, so may I ask you, can you tell me how?" and what do I need to do?"

Malfoy was about to speak, but was inadvertently interrupted by Dumbledore's smiling remark: "By the way, don't tell me that I went to serve the Dementors' lair myself, so maybe tomorrow's headline in the Daily Prophet will not be that the Dementors have disappeared en masse, but that I, the old man, am unemployed." ”

"Besides, that's so tiring, there are a lot of Dementors in Azkaban, you can be considerate of the old man, right?" Dumbledore tried to make his expression as serious as he could.

Sometimes childlike innocence is really not a compliment.

"I'm talking about solving the problem of the Dementors, not the Dementors themselves. Malfoy's eyes narrowed, he knew that the old man, whose mental age had suddenly plummeted, was joking with him, but he still had the patience to explain, satisfying his bad taste.

Dumbledore was a necessary part of his efforts to deal with the Dementors, and it was another act of his own effort to take a stand.

"If you really want to help me, then for the rest of your time you will be a bodyguard, a witness, and an Auror, by the way, and my overseer, if you don't trust me. ”

"That's an honor!" Dumbledore said happily with a wink, deliberately ignoring Malfoy's somewhat disgruntled words.

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Corrupt streets, dirty streets. Bustling streets, bustling streets.

The night is like water, the orange lights are intertwined with the greasy powdery smell, exuding an ambiguous atmosphere, and the neon colors of the hotels on both sides of the street are dazzling. This is a paradise for the rich, whether they are rich and powerful, or decadent and prodigal, they can choose this street to spend their boring time and comfort their empty flesh.

Beneath the glamour, there is sin and cruelty.

Gangsters, fire and. Women, prostitutes.

Deeper down in a hotel, there may be more unimaginable power-for-money transactions.

Compared with the bright lights and drunken gold fans of these gold caves, the dilapidation and decay of several other nearby neighborhoods seem even more ironic.

Many more people who are struggling to make ends meet are living in the most menial jobs and even breaking the law, stealing, pimping and even more sinful ways to make ends meet.

Who can see the gloom under the prosperity?

And today, this street that never sleeps, seems to have welcomed a strange guest.

Because he's a little young.

"Little brother, this is not the place for you. A girl with heavy makeup greeted her, dressed in a very revealing manner, and could see a touch of whiteness on her chest at any time if she wanted to.

Malfoy didn't squint, just walked forward on his own.

"Ah, I can't see it's quite handsome. The girl came closer, her eyes looked carefully, the light blonde hair, gray pupils, and slightly thin cheeks were all in line with the public's aesthetics, and she had to add the clothes that did not look cheap and the long figure, which made her heart move.

It shouldn't be a problem to taste the little fresh meat, right? Even if you don't pay, you can earn it yourself, and it seems that this boy has a lot of temperament, maybe he is still a fat sheep.

Thinking of this, her eyes narrowed, revealing a usual prodigal smile, and she fiddled with her somewhat rustic gold earrings, ready to use her solicitation tactics against the underage boy.

"Oh ho, you're really good at talking, how about I call you a little sweetheart?"

"Big sister will take you to do a lot of interesting things. ”

Passers-by all looked at the woman with a blank look on her face and teased a street lamp, but they were surprised and felt a little funny, and couldn't help but applaud.

"Now the competition among women standing on the street is too fierce, and they are forced to practice soliciting customers in front of the street lights, but this spirit is still quite dedicated. "That's what the masses think.

After about a few minutes, the woman woke up from her intoxicated appearance, and looked at the crowd of onlookers, her face blue and red.

Was she just stunned? Flirting with the streetlights?

Now she clearly saw that above her head was an old street lamp, which was emitting an orange-yellow halo, shining straight on her face, and the gentle tone was now particularly dazzling to her.

In addition to being sad, the pungent side is revealed.

"What do you see, aren't there many people in heat on the street?" said the woman viciously, but she shocked the crowd on the street.

Malfoy never imagined that his random Confusion Charm would cause so many episodes, but even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

He now has more important things to do.

For example, going to an appointment.

Walking through the bright streets, the bustling neighborhoods are full of desolate areas, abandoned factories, and old buildings, all of which show the dilapidated and desolate place, and the contrast with the lights not far away is particularly strong, bringing people a sense of disobedience.

Malfoy stood in front of a building, seemingly casually, paused himself, and walked slowly to the top of the stairs, stepping up the stairs, aiming for the top floor.

"You're here. In the corridor, there was a tall and thin old man standing outside the iron door, his long silver hair and beard were particularly eye-catching in the dim environment, and the old man was looking at him with a complicated expression at this time.

"No one escaped, did they?" asked Malfoy.

"Of course. Dumbledore replied with a slight bow, looking calm.

But this is only the surface, his heart has not been as turbulent as it is today, and the last time his heart fluctuated so much, perhaps it was because he found that Voldemort was not completely dead.

Today, he and this student have done so many shocking things.

For example, he was a Witness.

As a respected senior in the wizarding world, he has witnessed many oaths, and wizards have bound the behavior of both parties through various spells, reaching agreements, he has been both an oath taker and too many witnesses, but the recent testimony made him feel a chill in his heart.

"I can promise to provide your people with endless food and habitat, and can you promise to restrain your people from never doing anything more against Muggles or wizards other than the food I provide?"

"I ........... Sincere........ Meaning. In the dimly lit room, Malfoy stood in the middle of the void, and across from him was a Dementor, the same hood, cloak, crusted palms, and the cold aura that emanated from all the places, except that he was larger than the other Dementors, and after listening to the first of the oaths, it slowly spat out words in response, and did not know where his voice came from, because he had no facial features, the only thing he knew was that his voice was full of emptiness and nothingness, echoing throughout the room.

Dumbledore also stood beside the two of them silently, not saying a word. (To be continued.) )