Ning An woke up from his sleep and lay down in the bed/shang for a while, watching the dust whirl and dance in the rays of sunlight that peeked through the cracks in the four-poster bed tent, and comfortably thinking about what he was going to eat later in the morning.

It was his own room, Durmstrang students were placed in the same dormitory, and even had a dedicated common room, and as principal, he enjoyed a single dormitory.

There was silence all around, that ray of sunlight seemed to have just been created, it seemed that it was just dawn, since coming to Hogwarts, continuous rainy weather, Ning An had not seen the sun for a long time, he opened the curtains around the bed, began to get up and get dressed, the birds in the distance chirped, and the young headmaster also hummed along with the bird's song, as if he was rejected by Dumbledore yesterday, which did not affect his mood in the slightest.

Ning An put on his crimson hooded robe, tidied up his wand, inserted it into his pocket, patted the dust on his clothes, and pushed open the bedroom door, outside was a narrow path that led to the common room of Durmstrang students this semester.

He walked straight out of the narrow alley, towards his favorite fluffy old armchair by the extinguished fire, and sat down comfortably, the curtain pulled back a corner, the seventh floor of Hogwarts Castle, through which he could see the green grass outside.

It was still early, and there were no students on the pasture, except for the thin morning mist and the owls that occasionally blew low in the air.

Ning An enjoyed the comfortable atmosphere at this time, he could quietly think about what he was going to do, Dumbledore's refusal did not surprise him, in fact, he never put all his hopes of obtaining this magical power called love on Dumbledore, located in a certain room of the Department of Mystic Affairs of the Ministry of Magic, locked with the most mysterious and incredible power, and it is also the subject of the Ministry of Magic has been studying "Love", the existence of that room, of course Ning An knows.

He had made two preparations from the beginning, if Dumbledore's plan didn't work out, then the puppets controlled by the Ministry of Magic could come in handy, whether it was Julian? Paige or Torion? Birds, they can all be a springboard for Ning An to enter that mysterious room, of course, maybe not yet.

"Harry......" Ning An sighed, Helmo and Mojana disappeared without a trace since they broke through Azkaban with him, and there was no sound again, these two will definitely not be willing to lie dormant, Ning An guessed that they must be carrying out some conspiracy, and Harry's transformation made Ning An more and more determined, and there was some kind of force that was influencing the emotions of Harry and others.

"Good boy, you have to duel me to get in - don't be a coward, but a noble mind and a ****** physique!"

A loud shout came from the entrance, breaking the silence of the common room, and without looking up, Ning An knew who it was, the portrait of Sir Cadogan, who had been sent to guard the door of this new common room this time, Ning An had learned how crazy this portrait figure that had hung on the eighth floor platform was when he was at Hogwarts.

"Ahh Cowardly residues! You got the password right, but ...... But...... But next time you'll have to duel with me......"

Sir Cadogan's voice faded away, and the entrance door opened automatically, Draco? Malfoy's steps were hurried, his brows furrowed, and he seemed to be particularly irritated by being entangled by Sir Cadogan, and then he saw Ning An sitting in the soft chair, and his steps slowed down.

"Ah, Mr. Headmaster...... You're up. Malfoy's steps grew lighter and lighter, and he walked slowly, and Ning An looked up and saw the two envelopes and newspapers he was holding in his hands.

"It's the weekend, and Pani's letter should have arrived, so I'm going to deal with it sooner." Ning An yawned, and without stretching out his hand, Malfoy had already handed over the envelope in his hand, the black letter paper was covered with red fire paint, which was in the shape of Durmstrang's school crest.

"Thank you for your hard work." Ning An nodded, and lightly wiped it on the seal, a faint smoke as thin as a cicada's wings drifted away, and the envelope jumped open with a "snap", and Ning An slowly pulled out the pure white letter paper inside, unfolded it and read it carefully.

Malfoy cautiously sat down in another chair, and seeing that Ning An was concentrating on reading the letter, he slowly put down the Daily Prophet and opened another envelope in his hand, which was an ordinary white envelope, which was written to him by his mother, and Malfoy also opened his own letter and read it.

"Lady Narcissa is trying to persuade you to go back to Hogwarts again?" Ning An looked down at the letter in his hand and asked Malfoy, which seemed to startle Malfoy, his hand holding the letter shook, and then hurriedly raised his head and looked at Ning An hard

"Yes...... Yes...... Mother she kept saying that, but ......"

"It's okay," Ning An said lightly, "We all know the identity of Mr. Lucius, Draco, you don't have to hide your father's identity as a Death Eater from me, he works for Voldemort, and you do things for me, we all know this very well." ”

When Ning An said the words "Voldemort", Malfoy was obviously restraining himself from trembling, but he still couldn't hold back, and kept opening and closing his mouth, as if he wanted to quickly find a topic to change the past, but he couldn't speak.

"You're still one of Serpents, aren't you, Draco?" Ning An asked softly, these words seemed to make Malfoy shake all over, and his eyes brightened, looking at Ning An

"Yes, of course—I mean, of course I'm a member of the Serpent."

"We are family, Malfoy, everyone in the Serpent's Letter is family, and I think you can tell that your father is not pleasing to Voldemort, and he probably does not serve the Dark Lord wholeheartedly, who is not respectable or lovable."

Malfoy listened intently, and when Ning An called the mysterious name that couldn't be said, his reaction was no longer as violent as before.

"Yes, you know quite well that your dad is a swing man, and his position among the Death Eaters is not precarious, especially when the men in Azkaban get out, and in a few days things will get worse and worse."

"Lord...... Master...... Help me......" Malfoy suddenly spoke, his voice trembling and a little crying, "Mom said that in the letter...... She was scared...... Very scared ......."

"You don't have to call me master, Draco," Ning An shook his head, putting the letter in his hand back into the envelope, slowly resealing the seal.

"We are family, everyone in the snake letter is family, I said it, you can call me sir, even by my name, like Daphne...... Don't forget, we lived in a dormitory. ”

"Yes...... Yes, principal...... Mr. ......" Malfoy's shoulders shook twice, and his eyes sparkled as he looked at Ning An with a look of gratitude and dependence.

"Go find out what your dad has been doing for Voldemort lately, only by figuring that out can I help him be smarter Draco." Ning An stood up, and Malfoy hurriedly followed suit.

"Let's go eat, I'm a little hungry." Ning An said and walked towards the door of the common room, the door slid and moved away, Sir Cadogan was babbling something again, Ning An ignored him and walked out with Malfoy.

When the two of them came to the auditorium, there was no one here, Ning An casually took two slices of bread, an omelette, and baked potatoes, and sat down casually, except for a very few hard-working students, this place was really empty.

"By the way, show me your newspaper, what does it say?" Ning An stretched out his hand and asked Malfoy if he wanted to come, and the copy of the Daily Prophet seemed to have been ordered by Malfoy himself, and Malfoy immediately handed it to Ning An.

"Huh?" Ning An was puzzled and spread the newspaper on the table, and Malfoy also turned his head to look at the newspaper, he hadn't had time to read it carefully.

I saw the front page of the newspaper, a painting of Dolores? A large photograph of Umbridge is prominently printed on it, smiling and winking at the readers, with the caption on it:

The Ministry of Magic seeks educational reform Dolores? Umbridge was appointed as the first senior investigator

"Senior Investigator, interesting." Ning An sneered, and bit the slice of bread in his hand fiercely, Malfoy couldn't figure out what Ning An was thinking, and he didn't make a sound, he didn't have any special perception of this Umbridge, but Durmstrang's students didn't have a high opinion of her, they also took Defence Against the Dark Arts, and their evaluation of this course was surprisingly consistent

It was hard to believe that the little knowledge that the students of Hogwarts had to learn about combat magic under the conditions of Durmstrang was a purely theoretical course, and they didn't even use a wand.

This made many Durmstrang students both angry and funny, and many of them would secretly complain that they must have been the worst fifth graders, missing a full year of dueling classes, and studying theory here, and when they returned to Durmstrang and were in sixth grade, they might not be as good as the younger students.

Perhaps he should tell Mr. Headmaster about this, Malfoy thought and spoke

"Mr. Chancellor, Professor Umbridge's teaching style is very frustrating for students...... I mean, the way she taught-"

"Ah, I understand, Draco." Ning An took another bite of the bread in her mouth, still reading the newspaper about Umbridge's appointment as a senior investigator, "Our classmates, she didn't learn anything useful in her class, right?" ”

Ning An asked thoughtfully.

"I think so, sir-" Malfoy affirmed "she wasn't even allowed to use a wand—"

I felt that I had a slight hint of Ning'an's intentions, and it seemed that my headmaster had no friendship with this Umbridge, so Malfoy didn't have to be careful when he spoke

"The classmates were complaining, and they all said that if they were in Durmstrang, whether it was a dueling class or a dark magic research experiment, they could help them improve, but here, it feels like a whole year has been wasted."

Ning An slowly put down the newspaper in his hand, the two slices of bread had been eaten, he was cutting the fried egg with the knife in his hand, and then took a fork and forked a small piece and put it in his mouth, chewed it twice and said easily:

"That's no problem—" he looked at Malfoy, a smile on his face, "if our students don't like Professor Umbridge's Defence Against the Dark Arts, I can ask Dumbledore to fail." ”

"Ahh......h This is ...... sir That's not what I meant...... If you think Professor Umbridge is up to the task......"

"No, no, Draco, you're right-" Ning An waved his hand to stop Malfoy's explanation, "I can imagine how boring that toad-like old woman's class was, and Daphne complained to me about that. ”

He snapped his fingers, and a glass of pumpkin juice on the edge of the table immediately slid over, Ning An grabbed the cup and took a big sip, then wiped his mouth with a napkin in satisfaction, and said to Malfoy with a sigh:

"I mean, you can not take Umbridge's Defence Against the Dark Arts, I think Durmstrand's students should have that kind of freedom at the moment, and I can negotiate with Dumbledore to have a separate Defence Against the Dark Arts course for our students."

"But who's going to teach it?" Malfoy asks the central question, if not Umbridge's class, then who should he take?

Ning An couldn't help but laugh, which made Malfoy even more confused.

"Who else will teach? Of course it's me, the headmaster is teaching a year of Defence Against the Dark Arts, doesn't that sound bad? Or maybe there are classmates who think I'm the same age as you, so I probably can't master the course well? ”

"Ahh Malfoy was startled at first, then a look of ecstasy appeared on his face, and when he heard Ning An's last words, he hurriedly shook his head desperately,

"No, of course not, if you're willing to do that, that's great—"

Malfoy said sincerely, if others don't know Ning An's strength, then that's fine, but as one of the earliest members of the snake letter, Malfoy knows the wizard in front of him better than anyone else, and age cannot be the standard for judging his strength.

"Then don't tell anyone else just yet."

Ning An patted Malfoy on the shoulder, there was no headmaster at all, and those who didn't know might think that the two of them were just classmates who came to the auditorium to eat together.

"When, of course, Mr. Headmaster—" Malfoy hurried.

"Ning'an."

At this moment, there was a girl's shout behind him, Ning An turned around and immediately laughed

"Good morning, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Hermione came running from a distance, her hair seemed to be well-groomed and supple behind her head, Hermione looked particularly beautiful today, and when she passed by the table, she attracted the sideways glances of several Hufflepuff boys.

"Come and sit here." Ning An called, and Hermione quickly trotted to his side.

"I have something for you." Hermione sat down next to Ning An, and she didn't even have time to look at Malfoy next to him, her expression was slightly serious.

"Umbridge locked up Harry's confinement."