For the entire Order of the Phoenix, the words that leaked out of Draco's mouth were naturally a clue worth noting, but as far as Draco himself was concerned, there was not much to think about at the moment.

Although he not only cast a spell outside of school, but also recited one of the three unforgivable spells, the Drill Heart Mantra. But let's not mention whether he released it or not, even if he released it, it is not a matter of urgency in this time period.

After that, Lupin and Tonks only mentioned Draco practicing spells at the bottom of that hill in the mission log for later processing. Nadraco, on the other hand, continued his quest to find a place to stay, without knowing it.

In fact, as long as you don't have to find a place to stay near Hogwarts, there are plenty of options. Not to mention Diagon Alley, there are many other wizarding streets that have been carved out in a corner of the Muggle world, and even wizarding shops that are opened alone in the Muggle world can be found if you take a little extra pains to find them.

In this modern wizarding world, with the exception of some pure-blood fanatics, there are actually many ordinary wizards who no longer resist the existence of Muggles. Even some wizards were particularly interested in Muggles, as evidenced by Hogwarts' Muggle Studies course.

Like Ron's father, Arthur, he was the kind of wizard who was particularly interested in Muggle things. And the reason why he is so notable for this is only because of his pure-blood family background. If it weren't for the "pure-blooded traitor", I'm afraid not so many people would care whether he liked Muggles or hated Muggles.

Hufflepuff's philosophy and actions of recruiting students equally, have gradually formed an unstoppable trend over the centuries. Perhaps in the near future, the beautiful scene of Muggles and wizards living in harmony will not necessarily be a ridiculous nonsense.

Of course, Maca might sometimes ponder these seemingly interesting futures, but it would be more difficult to get Draco to understand something as well.

This time, after leaving the snowy slope, he went to find a random wizard's alley that was not very famous, and spent two days in a hostel.

During this time, he thought a lot about Voldemort and his family, but the more he thought about it, the more clueless he became.

Sometimes, strength may not be everything, but that is only limited to the premise that the difference in strength is not large; If today's Voldemort is compared with Maca, it seems that it is indeed a step worse, but if you really think about it, you can find that Voldemort is actually more than a star and a half stronger than in the past!

With a wizard as powerful as him, and his usual ruthlessness, it would be easier than he thought it would be easier than he thought if he wanted to wipe out the entire Malfoy family.

Because of this, Draco was now on his way to Hogwarts, his lips pursed tightly, and his expression didn't even change along the way.

He now understands what his father Lucius has in his heart - if he is threatened and persecuted by a murderous devil, he may be even more unbearable.

In the past, he had never had direct contact with Voldemort, and even secretly worshipped the former Dark Lord at one point. But now, when he is really shrouded in the shadow of Voldemort, he realizes how ignorant and ridiculous the blind longing he had when he was a child.

Whether it was to kill or to be killed, I am afraid it was not what he Draco Malfoy wanted.

He could be a little arrogant in school, and he wasn't even really convinced when he faced that McLean. But now he finally understands that it is only because there is no threat of death in the school, and there is no cruelty in reality.

"Should I ......" Draco paused, a hint of struggle on his face, "Should I go to McLean for help?" ”

But at this moment, he suddenly felt an inexplicable chill rise up his spine, making him shiver violently.

"What's going on?" Draco quickly turned his head, his hand immediately reaching for the wand on the inside of his robes, "Who?" Who is there? ”

It's a pity that behind him is only a small street with sparse traffic, and although there are a few wizards walking on their own, there is nothing suspicious.

So what the hell was going on? That feeling, as if someone was staring at him coldly, gave him the illusion that he would be eaten alive in the next moment.

Although it was winter now, and everyone was cold as they walked on the road, Draco had already broken out in a cold sweat before he knew it.

……

After about ten minutes, Draco finally arrived at Hogwarts Castle.

He woke up early today...... No, if I have to say it, he hasn't slept well in the past few days. When he went to Hogsmeade Village, he realized that there were a lot of people going to Hogwarts Castle because it was the public day of the funeral.

He was indeed an early batch, but walking on the path leading to the school, he still seemed a little crowded.

Hogwarts prepared a lot of breakfast today to entertain a large number of guests who had come to watch the ceremony, and most of them went to the Great Hall to sit down and eat.

If you ask why, it's certainly not as simple as rubbing a breakfast. A large-scale group event like today's is rare in the entire wizarding world, and even wizards who have no relationship with Dumbledore at all will rush over to join in the fun.

Today was a sad and sad day for those around Dumbledore; But for some ordinary wizards, this is still a good time to make friends and expand their social circle.

Draco was still sitting at the long Slytherin table, eating his breakfast in silence. In fact, he had already eaten before he came, but once he returned to school, his heart was suddenly relieved. The school, called Hogwarts, was a place of security for many people, even Draco.

Not long after, Maca also appeared in the auditorium. But I saw him calmly come out of the side porch, pass the front end of the long table, and then sit down gently on the faculty chair with a calm face.

As soon as Maca appeared, Draco immediately noticed that many pairs of eyes were looking at him, and many of them followed suit.

Maybe someone was looking at him just now, but this time the sight was much more obvious. Bathing in these gazes, Draco swallowed the uneasiness in his heart and ate his breakfast with a blank face.

Of course, he understood why those people looked at him, and it was because of his father, Lucius Malfoy. Lately my father had been forced to be on the front lines of the most intense struggle, and had appeared several times, and the well-informed wizards had long since known about it.

He, Draco, was here today, and it was clear that Voldemort meant it. This is not only a fact, but it is also something that even he can figure out, and his heart is naturally sad.

It was at this moment that another gaze was cast in Draco's direction. At first, he was still eating by himself, but after a while, out of the corner of his eye, he found the owner of the sight.

He didn't care if others looked at him, but Maca looked at him, which made him feel complicated for a while.

Subconsciously, Draco stopped the fork in his hand and looked up at the faculty chair, meeting Maca's eyes for a moment.

Both of them looked at each other with a touch, and then they bowed their heads again and continued to enjoy the breakfast in front of them.

At that time, Maca naturally didn't feel much, he just thought that this might be a signal thrown by Voldemort, or a provocation, or a hint; But Draco, on his part, began to waver again.

He was never able to make up his mind to find Maca, not only because of the pride of his pure-blood, but also because of ...... What reason does McLean have to help him with Draco? And what reason is there to help him with the Malfoys?

If the positions of the two sides were to be reversed, he felt that he would not help someone who had a conflict. In this case, it is already polite not to fall into the well.

Draco remembered that he had used the word "Mudblood" to show his contempt for Granger, and even nearly scolded McLean in it, only to send him a full-body bondage charm.

“…… Speaking of, What exactly is McLean's origin? Draco thought for a moment and looked at Maca again, and was in a state of confusion.

But no matter what he thought, the breakfast came to an end before he knew it, and when most of the guests had put down their cutlery and wiped their mouths with napkins one by one, Professor McGonagall stood up.

Soon, everyone stopped eating, and some of the whispered conversations quickly disappeared. Everyone knows that today's topic is finally coming.

"Everyone, it's almost time," McGonagall's voice resounded through the auditorium with the power of magic, "please follow our professor and move to the open space in the castle vestibule and wait for a moment—"

When the guests heard this, they got up and left their seats, and moved out with a few professors who were already waiting at the door. Naturally, Draco followed them, pouring out of the Great Hall in silence.

White snowflakes were still falling outside, and the wind was getting stronger and denser, and it was a ferocious blizzard that made people a little breathless.

Feeling the slashing pain on his cheeks, Draco lowered his eyes and walked forward without saying a word. Not long ago, he had repeatedly thought about death, but for the first time he felt the weight of the "funeral".