It was a room much larger than a normal classroom, enchanted, the roof was gone, and you could see the deep night sky, and the stars twinkled like the eyes of a beautiful woman.

Under the gaze of the stars, the ceiling and walls are hung with emerald green and dark black curtains, and the figures on the table behind the curtains are more than enough shadows, and in the center of the ceiling hangs a dark gold lamp, which illuminates the room red, and there are real elves flickering in the lamp, and each elf is a bright point of light.

"More chamomile, Draco."

Ning An knocked on the table, and the petals seemed to be pulled by silk threads, gently floating into the fragrant teacup in front of Draco Malfoy.

"Ah, thank you—" Malfoy took a sip from his teacup and hurriedly put it down.

"I don't understand...... Draco, why are you ...... After all this time...... It's still very restrained. Daphne took a piece of scone from the silver three-tiered shelf, dipped a little fork in the cream and applesauce from the plate, spread it on the scones, and ate it in large gulps, and began to speak in a way that became stumbling.

"No, it's not—"

Malfoy glanced nervously at Ning An, his gaze swept over Hermione beside him, and then quickly withdrew it, blinking twice, seeing that Daphne had already focused on the cream puffs at the top of the three-tier shelf, he just whispered in response:

"I don't have ......"

Hermione took a sip of tea, the scent of lavender drilled into her nose sensitively, and small pieces of calendula floated in the teacup, embellishing the tea delicately and cutely.

Sighing, this is the second time this week that he has had good night tea with Daphne and Malfoy, in recent days, Ning An has always called a few people to this vacated empty classroom at night, brewed black tea, put on snacks that came out of nowhere, and talked about what happened that day.

"Don't stress Draco, we're all aware of your changes."

Ning An shook the teacup in his hand, and the sirloin black tea with bergamot was added, the aroma was particularly fresh and charming, and the Hogwarts house-elves were more skilled in making snacks than the elves of German Pastry-Strong.

Whether it's a fresh sandwich, a scone, a mousse, or even a raspberry fruit tart, they all have an enticing aroma.

"Isn't it just for the purpose of exchanging ideas and increasing understanding that we have tea and talk here at night?" Ning An's gaze swept between Hermione and Malfoy twice, and said lightly.

The aroma of brewed black tea and the mist are intertwined and fused together, reflecting the shadows of the four people behind the curtains.

"What do you think of half-blood wizards and Muggle-born wizards now? Draco? Ning An took the initiative to ask.

Malfoy's thin shoulders trembled slightly, but then gradually relaxed under Ning An's calm gaze, and when he relaxed, the dazzling blonde hair made him look energetic, not the trembling feeling just now.

"My mother once taught me that it was humiliating to have an intersection with a non-pure-blood wizard."

"This couldn't be more normal," Ning An took a cookie and ignored Daphne on the side, "I must gain weight!" *****, continued:

"Ms. Narcissa is from the Black family, so it is not surprising that she has such an opinion."

Malfoy nodded lightly, Ning An took a bite of the cookie, the relaxed atmosphere made Malfoy more relaxed, this was only limited to small talk between a few people, Ning An's intentions He could naturally understand that the core members of the Serpent Letter at Hogwarts formed a tighter small group.

Such a tea party would help to clear up misunderstandings and estrangements, and the reason why Draco was nervous at the beginning was not because of Ning'an, or mainly because of Hermione from Ning'an's side.

He had played tricks on Hermione and them, and when Hermione acted with Harry and Ron, Malfoy didn't even want to make more memories, how many stupid things he had done in the first place, and now that he looked back, Malfoy always felt that it was not worth it, if he hadn't been arrogant and made enemies everywhere, how could he be in such an embarrassing situation today.

"A lot of my knowledge in the past is too shallow."

"Oh? Can a person's philosophy change so easily? Hermione asked sharply, and it was clear that she still had a bad opinion of Malfoy.

"I think you're right, Malfoy, weren't most of the Slytherin students like that in the first place?" Daphne turned to Malfoy as she ate the puffs and turned to Malfoy, ignoring Malfoy's growing paleness

"Our opinions are limited by the circumstances in which we live, and most pure-blood families only instill in us the idea of pure-blood superiority, and you are not to blame, I think the Slytherins are more or less prejudiced except for Ning'an."

Malfoy didn't answer, his face was almost the same as a blank sheet of paper, and it could be seen that he wanted to stop Daphne from continuing, but there was nothing he could do about it, so he was instantly haggard from the feeling of powerlessness and tiredness, but before Daphne could finish speaking, she took a sip of her teacup and looked at Hermione in surprise

"Ah, I forgot, there's another Gryffindor here."

"Daphne!" Ning An couldn't help but stop it, recently Daphne has become more and more laissez-faire, she doesn't speak rigorously, and she often becomes weird and difficult to get along with, after she finished speaking, Hermione's nails turned white because of her fists.

Malfoy leaned the back of his four-legged chair, feeling a heavy sense of oppression, feeling as if his shoulders were under heavy pressure, obviously hoping to relieve himself from the awkward conversation, but being drawn into the whirlpool of some kind of fighting, Malfoy felt extremely powerless.

Ning An also couldn't smile bitterly, he had planned to take this opportunity to ask Malfoy to apologize to Hermione, showing that he was no longer bound by the theory of descent to judge right and wrong.

"It's the most foolish thing to say and show off as something to be proud of holding on to a wrong view, or even to think that you can use it to help others," Hermione didn't look at Daphne, but lowered her head, forked a small piece of raspberry cake from the plate, ate it, and continued:

"On the contrary, Draco's attitude is even more rare, by the way, why don't you continue, what did you want to say just now?"

Malfoy was a little surprised, as if he didn't expect the topic to finally come back to him, but there was no chance to be lost, and he hurriedly said: "Actually, I want to apologize to you, really, maybe my ridicule in the past can be explained by naivety and ignorance, but now I really don't think so anymore, I am sorry for what I have done in the past!" ”

Daphne looked eager to say something more, but after being swept away by Ning An's stern eyes, she finally calmed down, she could see that Ning An was not joking just now, and she knew that she couldn't go too far.

After Malfoy said this, his heart that was hanging in the air seemed to suddenly let go, anyway, he said it, whether Hermione forgave him or not, at least the misunderstanding no longer existed, perhaps because of this, Malfoy found that every muscle in his face came to life, no longer as stiff as the last moment, almost unable to speak properly.

"Ah......h

"It's okay, it's the postman."

The postman Ning An said, walked into the room silently, no footsteps could be heard, but there was a light and crisp sound of "jingling", its shadow slid past the wall, it became distorted and weird for a while, and then it became normal again, and after a few seconds, there was a curly-eared cat with a wagging tail and a bell hanging on its chest.

It held an envelope in its mouth, its thick and big tail shook back and forth, Ning An took the envelope, and on the other side, Daphne successfully seduced the cat with the aroma of small shortbread, it may have come just in time, just in time for a sumptuous good night tea party.

Ning An naturally didn't have the time to tease the cat, he saw the mark of the wizard's hat style in the lower right corner of the envelope, and he knew that this was a secret letter from within the British Ministry of Magic, which would not surprise Ning An, during this time, he had read a lot of this kind of letter.

It can be said that for every letter from the Ministry of Magic that is sent to Umbridge, Ning An will inevitably receive the same one.

Unwrapping the envelope three times and two times, the soft letter paper slid into his hand, Ning An read silently along the frontispiece, the tea party continued, in fact, during the time that Umbridge was the special investigator, for Ning An and Hermione and others, the curfew had become a rule in name only.

Filch may be tempted to catch a few students who are sneaking out of the hallways or going back to their dorms in the middle of the night, but Umbridge will certainly not punish some of them, including "Hermione, Daphne, Malfoy......"

So before Ning An said that it was over, no one would rush back to her dorm, not even Hermione was reluctant to go back to the Gryffindor common room, she seemed to be an outsider now.

After Harry and Ron were no longer so close, and they knew that they were on a fairly close relationship with Ning An and the others, the atmosphere changed.

Ginny, Ron's sister, first alienated Hermione, which cost her almost the only female classmate who could speak, and Fred and George had always felt that Hermione was a self-talking, commanding guy, and they weren't interested in it.

In this situation, Hermione could hardly find anyone to talk to, and she wasn't the kind of person who would put down her pride to curry favor with others just so that she wouldn't look so alone in the break room.

What's so bad about it now? Sitting in the spacious, enchanted classroom, sipping sweet tea and eating delicious pastries is hardly much to worry about other than the fear that it might make you fat, and it is better to have a small tea party than to stay in the common room.

Hermione thought she had found a new way to relax now, and of course, maybe there was a small downside, and that was that the members of the tea party - Daphne and Malfoy were not so ideal for Hermione.

"What does the letter say?"

Daphne looked up curiously and swallowed a small piece of fruit cake, the desserts, creams and scones on the three shelves were almost swept away by her alone, Ning An wondered why she could still maintain such a slender body while eating so much.

"Nothing."

He said lightly, "It was sent by Professor Umbridge." ”

Hermione's body shuddered slightly, and her wrist shook as she pinched the fork, gently placing it back on the plate.

"What did she say?" Hermione asked softly.

"It's not that Professor Umbridge said," Ning An had nothing to hide from these three people, at least in his judgment, all three of them could be counted as core members of the Snake Letter.

"It was sent to Umbridge by Mr. Connelly Fudge from the Ministry of Magic/Zhang."

"Fudge?" Malfoy frowned, "My dad had a lot of dealings with Mr. Fudge, and he always said he was going to see the ministry today...... Or maybe you're going to a banquet hosted by the ministry tonight...... I know Fudge got a big donation from my dad......"

"That's right, Mr. Lucius does have a good relationship with the Ministry/Zhang, you're right, but it's not about money, Draco."

Malfoy lowered his head silently, and after a moment he raised it again, looking at Ning An with a slightly cheap gaze, as if waiting for him to continue, Daphne and Hermione also put down the knives, forks and tea cups in their hands, and looked at Ning An one after another.

"This is a big deal," Ning An put the letter on the table, put it back in the envelope, let out a long breath, his eyes swept over everyone in front of the table, and after a while, he slowly spoke:

"Fudge is going to arrest Dumbledore."

"What!?" The three of them let out almost identical exclamations, which was incomprehensible to anyone, and no matter how much Fudge and Dumbledore had a falling out, the Ministry of Magic would not personally arrest the Headmaster of Hogwarts.

"It doesn't make sense." Daphne immediately said shrewdly; "Even if Fudge feels threatened and pressured by Dumbledore and wants to get rid of him, it shouldn't be at this time."

"Oh?" Ning An looked at Daphne with interest, "If it were you, what would you do?" ”

"Step by step, Dumbledore's title is removed, and the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is also one of them, at least until he has no title before arresting him."

Ning An nodded, what Daphne said made a lot of sense.

"I think that's exactly what Fudge did before, don't forget, he used a vacation time to force Dumbledore to lose his title as the British representative of the International Confederation of Wizards and the chief magician of the Wizengamot, and they even plotted to take back his first-class Merlin medal!"

Hermione reminded her not softly or hardly, but the two of them analyzed a rough idea of dividing five by two.

Ning An smiled and stopped selling Guanzi, he said to the three of them calmly:

"Fudge probably didn't want to pass up such a good opportunity, and Scottie Podmore tried to get into the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic, and after being captured, he confessed that he had done it at Dumbledore's behest."