At Hogwarts, the serpents and lions have always been bitter rivals.

Maybe it's because of their personalities, or maybe it's some historical legacy between the founders of Salazar Slytherin and Godric Gryffindor, but as long as the students of the two houses are on the same occasion, they either quarrel or simply turn around and leave.

It's very rare to sit at the same table and eat breakfast like this today.

However, judging by the performances of Slughorn and Draco, it seems that they have discussed something before the meal. At this time, when Slughorn took the initiative to give Draco the conversation, most of them looked over to the latter with puzzled expressions.

It was hard work to be watched by a group of people who weren't very friendly in the first place, and Draco visibly looked uncomfortable. But a bad experience will always make people change, this time he did not raise his chin as usual, showing his "noble temperament", but lowered his head slightly, and his eyes drooped on the table.

"I ......," he said, opening his mouth, but as soon as he spoke, he twisted his arm as if something was wrong, "No, Mr. Slughorn...... I guess I'm still ......."

"I don't think hesitation," Slughorn said in a rare gesture of insistence, considering that a sleek old man like him would not normally rush anyone, "think of your parents, child. ”

Draco muttered a few words softly, most of them didn't hear what he was saying, and it seemed as if he was trying to convince himself of something. After a moment's wait, he gritted his teeth and raised his head.

"McLean, I...... Please...... Yes, please save my father," Draco simply closed his eyes and squeezed a sentence out of his throat, "He was only forced, I can't just watch him get imprisoned in Azkaban." ”

Just one sentence seemed to exhaust the strength of his whole body. After he had said what he had to say, his shoulders, which were tense with exertion, slammed down, and he lowered his face again and fell silent.

Draco's words were like a silence spell that silenced the table. Everyone was thinking about this sentence, some were surprised, some were skeptical, and some were like Slughorn who watched everyone wait slowly.

The next moment, all eyes were on Maca except Draco. Everyone looked at his face, as if they wanted to find some clue from his expression.

It's a pity that when Maca thinks about things, she never shows it on her face. Especially after experiencing the absence of feelings, this habit of controlling expressions becomes more obvious.

Maca was of course a little surprised, but not as surprised as the others. Draco's request was unexpected, but it was reasonable.

Since Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy, had been on the front lines before Voldemort's death, the revelation of his Death Eater identity was a foregone conclusion. When Voldemort lost power for the first time, Lucius was able to rely on the power of his family to get rid of the accusations, just because he hadn't divulged his identity at that time, but this time it was obviously doomed.

Maca didn't know much about the Ministry of Magic's review process, but now that Draco had been forced to come over and ask for it, the new Minister of Magic, Rufus Scrimgeur, must be trying to cut through the mess quickly.

After all, the "former Auror Office" is a resolute figure after all, and he has never been soft on dark wizards, and even if Maca is willing to pull Talucius, he will definitely encounter a lot of resistance.

You know, for a Minister of Magic, every additional arrest of Voldemort's remnants is equivalent to an additional impressive political achievement! In public and private, this matter is not so easy to handle.

But for Maca, the first thing he has to consider is interests—is it to help Lucius once, and get a big favor for himself and the school from him, the Hogwarts trustee? Or just leave it alone, one less wall grass dangling, and he can't see it out of sight and don't bother?

"I know a little bit about your father, Lucius Malfoy," Maca looked at Draco calmly, no one knew what he was thinking about at this moment, "I can try......

"Really?" Draco looked up, his eyes glinting with excitement.

No matter how much you don't distinguish between good and evil, a child is a child after all. As far as a teenager who has not yet reached adulthood, the changes in his parents and family always affect his life and everything.

Maca's semi-affirmative answer was the only rope that could bear weight, and how could Draco, who was trapped in a deep well, not reach for it?

"It's not Fudge's time to run the Ministry of Magic these days, so you better not get your hopes up," Maka thought for a moment, "Even if I do my best to fight for your father, you'll have to be prepared to receive a wanted father." ”

"What...... What do you mean? Draco asked subconsciously.

Maca shook her head slightly.

"I think you understand what I'm talking about." He did not give a clear explanation for this sentence.

In fact, even if Maca didn't say it, Draco could understand what he meant. That said, it was time for Maca to steal his father out of Azkaban - if he had to go in for a few days, of course.

If Lucius did anything that angered him, Maca couldn't think of a few anyway. Or, in fact, that guy was caught in the middle from the beginning, and he didn't have that chance to do bad things at all.

It was only recently that he was forced by the situation to confront the Order of the Phoenix head-on and make a few small messes. The punishment of throwing Lucius into Azkaban may indeed be a bit unreasonable.

But with such a matter, apart from Lucius's relatives and family, who would think that this trial was unreasonable? If Draco hadn't brought it up here today, Maca wouldn't have even noticed.

"I see." Draco nodded grimly, then stopped talking.

"Can't even say 'thank you'?" Ron muttered something in a whisper, but there was silence at the table, and everyone heard his whining words clearly.

Draco's neck flushed, and he habitually wanted to say a few sarcastic words to Ron, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he held back. The request that was so difficult to open just now was said, and now if you tremble, you may wipe out all the effort you spent before.

I saw that after his mouth opened and closed a few times, he pursed his mouth again and gave up the advantage of his tongue.

But...... Is it time to say "thank you"? Draco glanced at Maca and mentally compared this word, which was extremely unfamiliar to him as Master Malfoy, but found that he couldn't put it into words.

"If you can't say it, don't say it," Maca said, waving her hand, "You just have to remember that I'll agree just because you're a Hogwarts." At school, Slytherin and Gryffindor could look at it however pleasing to the eye...... You can graduate and leave the school, and you should only remember 'Hogwarts', not in that house, you know? ”

Draco took a deep breath and nodded silently. Ron wanted to laugh when he saw his cowardice, but when Maca glared at him, he had to put away his schadenfreude expression.

"Maka, you're looking more and more like a real professor." Hermione said with a smile.

"Miss Granger is right," Slughorn nodded when he saw that it was done, "and McLean is right...... We're all Hogwarts students, and if we're not united, who else is going to be united? If I want to see it, there is actually no irreconcilable contradiction between Slytherin and Gryffindor......"

As he spoke, he paused for a moment, and suddenly there was a sparkle in his eyes.

“…… Speaking of which, I immediately remembered when I was Head of Slytherin," Slughorn said excitedly, "I think as you all know, there are many great wizards among the students I have taught...... Actually, most of them joined a small organization I founded, both Slytherin and Gryffindor! I think you can join in and take the lead in bringing Hogwarts together, how about that? ”

"Do you mean your 'slug club'?" Maca said casually, "Okay, I can put a name on it, but you don't bother Harry and them, what they need to do now is study hard, isn't it?" ”

"Oh, you're right......" Slughorn was pleased at first, but then reluctantly looked at Harry and Hermione, as if sorry for it, "Hmm...... It's not too late to graduate, yes yes...... It shouldn't be too late......"

This breakfast ended in the regretful eyes of the bald old man, and everyone left where they should go. Maca also returned to his office, intending to sort out the preparation materials she had gotten in St. Mungo's hospital room.

But before he could flip through a few documents, he heard a few knocks behind the curtains behind him, knocking on the window glass.

He knew that it was probably Marfa the owl who had come over, maybe he had sent him some kind of letter or parcel or something.

But he waved his hand casually, and the heavy curtains were pushed aside by him with a bang, and the windows creaked open, and the morning sun suddenly spilled obliquely into his messy and crowded office.

Immediately, an envelope slipped onto his desk.