Glancing at Draco, they ran out, almost in a pretentious manner, and at the same time feigned panic, until they descended the stairs and entered the middle platform, where they laughed and gasped, excited that they had inadvertently teased Professor Trelawney.

"Santriel, I guess you're going to fail your divination class this time. Draco feigned regret and said, the clear reflection in his smiling eyes, "It's sad. ”

"I don't care," he looked at him with a smile, raising his hand to help straighten a long white hair from Draco's shoulder, "Zero marks mean I should have given up on this stupid course a long time ago." ”

Draco watched her movements for a moment, then turned his head to look elsewhere, the corners of his mouth curled up as if he were careless.

The two of them descended a few stairs under the platform together, and happened to encounter a large group of people that Harry had brought behind him.

Looking over with Draco, he found that the school was very serious about Professor Trelawney's anomaly, not only Madam Pomfrey came, but Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and even Dumbledore appeared at the back a short time later.

"Why did you get out?" Harry asked first, he was a little anxious, and he couldn't help but reach out to grab his sleeve and ask very close to her.

Draco's eyebrows sank, and he pulled him straight behind him, not letting Harry have a chance to run into her jokes, if he still had to be wronged here, wouldn't everything he had done before be in vain?

Besides, how could they Slytherins tolerate graceful sweeping behavior?

"Potter, warn you, just say it, don't do anything to anyone!" Draco was harsh, but when he actually said it, he did it in an understated tone, and he was not angry.

Harry was a little stunned for a while, but by Draco's pouring cold water, he sobered up a little, and looked at Draco who was standing behind Draco obediently and did not come out, but looked at him with some doubt and timidity in his eyes, and Harry also felt that he was too anxious to do it.

He stepped back, and was about to ask about the classroom again when a loud creaking sound came from upstairs.

Everyone looked up.

On the railing of the upstairs hallway, Professor Trelawney leaned out and looked suspiciously at the group of people gathered under her classroom.

"Is there anything you can do?"

She changed into a completely different outfit from what she had seen in the classroom before, her hair was tied with colorful glass beads, the eyeshadow on her eyes changed from a bewitching purple to a heavy and scary earthy yellow, and her lips were still pale, but it didn't look like it was obvious that she was about to change her clothes and leave the classroom after leaving the classroom with Draco, but halfway through her makeup, she heard the noise downstairs, and couldn't help but come out to take a look.

But the way she looked, no matter how she looked, was not as scary as Harry had previously described.

The crowd, led by Madam Pomfrey and Professor McGonagall, turned their attention back to Harry, as if hoping that he would give an affirmative answer, such as that Professor Trelawney was now under control or something.

Harry looked up and took the lead in asking Professor Trelawney, "Professor, are you alright?"

Professor Trelawney looked shocked, and then said angrily, "Of course I'm fine, I don't understand, what the hell are you and Miss Santrill doing, halfway through the exam, you are gone, Mr. Malfoy is here, still chatting with Miss Santrell, I don't need you to bring so many people!

Draco laughed unabashedly. I couldn't help but secretly tug his hand and signal him to stop, but Draco's laughter seemed to be more cheerful and smoother.

She thought this person was inexplicable, but she couldn't tell Draco to restrain herself and not laugh at Harry, because she was also the one who scored zero in the divination class.

Professor McGonagall believed Harry, and she glanced suspiciously at an agitated Professor Trelawney, before finally announcing that everyone had dispersed.

Then Professor Dumbledore and the others had almost dispersed before they spun out from behind a gargoyle and walked near them.

He arrived later, yes.

But he just stood outside the crowd and listened to the inconsequential words for a while, and then relied on his own observations to come to a conclusion that was almost equal to the truth.

He was convinced of his conclusions, so he asked Professor McGonagall to take Harry and Draco to his office.

The round room.

In the peaceful surroundings of the Headmaster's Office, he told Harry the whole thing. Afterwards, Dumbledore looked carefully into Draco's eyes, as if trying to get some validation from them.

But she wasn't sure if he would get his wish, and she remembered hearing Rowling say that although Draco hadn't learned Occlumency from anyone, even a dementor like Voldemort couldn't read anything out of his mind because of his personality and his deliberate, subconscious way of hiding his psyche.

Voldemort was arguably the smartest student in the last hundred years, and his dementorship skills were comparable to Dumbledore's.

Sure enough, Dumbledore stared at Draco for a moment, and Draco stared at him without fear, and after only five or six seconds, Dumbledore gave up and began to use the interrogator to find out how Draco got the news, why he went in, and whether he heard or saw something.

As for the reason why Draco went in, although he felt that he could guess a little, he still looked forward to hearing Draco himself say it deep down.

"Professor Dumbledore, here's the thing, I was just downstairs waiting for Santrill to finish the exam and we'd make an appointment to give it," he paused, changing his usual wording: "Find some cases of animals hurting people for Professor Hagrid, and by the way, prepare a defense for Newbaren."

Not long after they entered, Potter sped down from inside and headed for the school hospital.

I figured something unusual in there, so"

Draco cleverly paused at this point, and Dumbledore knew or could imagine the rest of the story. But he himself already felt that his face was a little hot, and his gaze was like the sun, which made him both nostalgic and a little helpless. (To be continued.) )

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