Clark didn't see Professor Dumbledore pacifying the students, and he finished the last bite of the omelette and hurried away while the young wizards were shouting in unison.

As the saying goes, the king doesn't see the king, and before the plan is achieved, it's better for the two not to meet.

"The people's hearts are available!"

Clark let out a sigh of emotion, and Malfoy, who was following him, was stunned for a moment, roughly guessing the meaning of the sentence, but before he could open his mouth, he heard Clarke say to him again: "The plan is going well, start the next step, inform your father, just say it here." ”

With that, Clark handed Malfoy a letter and left without waiting for him to speak.

Malfoy took the letter and opened it, the look on his face uncertain.

However, remembering the demeanor of the little fire dragon he saw yesterday, his heart was hot, he hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and turned around and walked towards the owl shed.

On the other side, when Clark returns to Gryffindor's common room, he finds Harry waiting for him.

"I'm writing to Professor Slughorn," Harry held a piece of paper in his hand, Hedwig combing his feathers impatiently, "Need to add to the Nobeta thing?" ”

Clark shook his head, "No need, the powerful spell needs to be used in the right place, you don't need to talk to him for the time being, you just write as I originally wrote." ”

Hermione, who was reviewing on the side, heard the movement, raised her head, and glanced at him, Clark nodded slightly, signaling that everything was going well, and she put her mind back on the book.

On campus, the news spread quickly, and not long after Clark returned to the dormitory, he learned about Headmaster Dumbledore's arrangements for the little fire dragon from the mouths of his returning classmates.

That is, to send the little fire dragon away.

In fact, there is no need to ask, Clark can guess this result just by looking at their frustrated expressions.

Unfortunately, compared to his composure, Harry and Ron were both shocked, and were even ready to go to Hagrid to ask how he explained to Professor Dumbledore.

Fortunately, Clark stopped them, "Don't worry, I guessed this a long time ago." With Hagrid's character, it was impossible to lie to Professor Dumbledore. ”

"But ......"

"It's nothing, but, this is just the beginning, maybe someone will come and ask the principal to change his attention in a moment?"

Harry and Ron were skeptical, but Clarke smiled and looked confident.

Sure enough, just as he thought, things turned around in the afternoon.

Malfoy was fast, receiving instructions from Clark in the morning, and in the afternoon, his father, Lucius Malfoy, arrived at the school.

Clark stood in front of the window and watched him walk into the castle, after all, both father and son had equally conspicuous hair color.

Of course, what Malfoy Sr. and Dumbledore were talking about in the Headmaster's office, Clark himself didn't know.

But soon, he happened to meet the father and son in a corridor where no one passed.

"A real Slytherin."

It was the first thought that popped into Clark's mind after he got up close and personal with Lucius Malfoy.

Tall, with long pale blonde hair in a shawl, and very smooth maintenance, it can be said that it is a unique symbol of the Malfoy family.

The pure black magic robe, the texture is extremely elegant, the ironing is proper and natural, the gold buckle, the silver cuff pattern, and the magic talisman on the chest do not look too fancy, but also reveal cold elegance.

Wearing black gloves, the snake-headed cane that exudes faint magic fluctuations is clubbed on the ground, and his wand should be hidden inside.

In this summer, only Slytherin would rather spend more money on magic robes with cooling functions, but also cover them tightly and make a high-class aristocratic demeanor, and only Slytherin would do such a face-saving thing.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Malfoy." Clark greeted him with a smile on his face.

But compared to the sunny Clarke, Mr. Malfoy was not so polite.

He lifted his pale, pointed his chin at Clark, and his cold gray-blue eyes looked down slightly, looking down with a look of arrogance.

"Good morning, little Puwit."

"A typical Slytherin, only superficially bright." Clark's impression of Lucius Malfoy has been downgraded.

However, he is naturally not angry at the other party's little provocation, he will only record it in his own small book.

So the smile on the corner of his mouth was still the same, "Is Aunt Narcissa okay?" ”

Yes, pure-blood wizard families in the wizarding world are like this, and they can always meet some relatives who can't be beaten.

Clark's mother's mother, who is also his grandmother, is a branch of the Black family, so his mother, and Lucius's wife, Narcissa Black, can be considered distant cousins.

Of course, his mother never mentioned this arrogant cousin to him, but this did not prevent him from checking the family tree and getting close to it, the human society, the wizarding world is not a fight and killing, this is not a shame.

And the effect of this was remarkable, at least Malfoy Sr. no longer aimed his pointed chin at Clark.

"Well, it's fine. Draco, you go first. ”

Old Malfoy didn't know either, and waved his hand back indifferently.

Behind him, little Malfoy, who was looking stunned, had a smile on his face and could only leave here unwillingly.

"Uncle Lucius cares a lot about Draco," Clark said as he looked at Malfoy's back in the distance, following the pole.

Lucius didn't correct him either, "My stupid son, that's still a little worse than your wrist." ”

The other party's voice was as smooth as a snake, with a pretentious attitude, but with a cold chill, Clark heard a trace of dissatisfaction from this, so he directly had a showdown.

"It's okay, at least he's obedient enough."

Combined with these words, Clarke's smile was clouded with a layer of provocation, but before Malfoy could attack, he asked again, "Professor Dumbledore agrees with you." ”

In a word, he did not use a question sentence, but an affirmative sentence, which made old Malfoy's eyes squint dangerously.

"I take back what I just said, boy, my stupid son, it's not enough to compare with you." Lucius clenched the snake-headed cane in his hand, as if he would pull out his wand at any moment and cast a spell on the dangerous boy in front of him.

Fortunately, he held back, weighing the pros and cons, it was a Slytherin's natural instinct.

"I said how could Draco make such a coherent suggestion, yes, Dumbledore agreed, and agreed quickly, without waiting for me to say it a second time, you two discussed it very well."

Lucius Malfoy's words were filled with resentment, and he almost wrote "Come to cheat, come to attack my 69-year-old comrade" on his face.