At night, when the whole of Hogwarts fell into a sweet sleep, a loud sound suddenly sounded in the Hogwarts Headmaster's office, and the frightened Fawkes flew out of the nest, hovering on the ceiling.

"Ringing ringing to answer the phone!"

Then a hemispherical object, in a slow wriggling fashion, climbed onto the headmaster's desk, a golden telephone bug with large, bloodshot eyes, screaming as it crawled.

Apparently it doesn't like to be woken up in the middle of the night.

Fox looked very angry, glaring at the golden phone bug that was screaming incessantly, and it would have swallowed it in one bite if it were the other bugs, but the clever Fox knew that this phone bug was not its food.

Until Dumbledore took the earpiece off it.

Dumbledore was standing on the ledge not far away, he hadn't slept, he was looking at the sky and didn't know what he was thinking.

Sleepless nights.

"Hey, Albus, it's me."

Grindelwald's magnetic voice came from the phone bug, and if it was Dumbledore, he would have hung up the phone very decisively.

Only this time, this time he didn't choose to hang up.

Instead, he put the earpiece to his ear.

"I'm Albus."

Tonight, the two centenarians, who hadn't had a good chat for half a century, had no sleep all night and had been on the phone all night.

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"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Mr. Potter, we didn't mean to, really."

In the hallway of Hogwarts, two fat little men who were a head shorter than Harry were apologizing, both of them with panicked expressions on their faces, and one of them seemed to be about to cry.

These two little chubby duunds are Malfoy's usual henchmen, Crabbe and Goyle.

"It's okay, it's okay." Harry waved his hand, dusted his buttocks, and got up from the ground, seemingly uninjured, except for a broken piece of his forehead, and a little blood flowed from it.

"We'll wipe it for you." One of the little chubby dun hurriedly pulled out a handkerchief and hurriedly tried to wipe the wound on Harry's forehead, but was stopped by Harry after a few wipes.

This is rubbing his blood, it's like rubbing a handkerchief on his head, and using his head as a washboard.

It's rude enough.

It's also bloody to talk about, a few minutes ago Harry was thinking and walking at the same time, because it was in the castle of Hogwarts, so Harry's vigilance was at its lowest, and he didn't pay much attention to the surrounding environment, who knew that just after entering the blind spot of the corner, he suddenly killed such two rampage little fat piers, he didn't have time to avoid it for a while and collided directly with the two.

It's just someone else, with Harry's physical fitness, even if he deliberately bumps into him, he can only be bounced off, but it's these two heavyweight creatures.

Well, while Harry had more muscles than the two of them combined, and his body was very solid, he really couldn't match either of them in terms of weight.

Standing in front of him were simply two solid meat balls.

Solid bowling.

Dudley had mentioned to Draco more than once that the two of them would go to sumo wrestling tournaments and get a few champions back.

"Come on."

Harry waved his hand to indicate that he was okay, and at the same time rubbed the red skin that was rubbed next to the wound, the place that was fine was probably going to be scratched, could the handkerchiefs used by these two guys be made of gauze?

"Hey, Harry." Draco's voice rang out, and he walked down the stairs next to him, and as he greeted Harry, he saw his two henchmen, "Crabbe?" Gore? Why are you here? Well, I have something to say to you."

"Why are you two so strange during this time, you don't pay attention to me when you greet you, as if you are deliberately avoiding me, can you tell me what happened?"

"Draco"

Goyle seemed to want to say something to Draco, and Crabbe quickly tugged at his sleeve and winked at his companion with his big, fat face, preventing him from saying anything next.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Potter, I'm really sorry."

The two balls first bowed to Harry with difficulty, making Harry a little worried that the two of them would really turn into two bowling balls and roll, and then said to Draco with a very unnatural look: "Draco, I'm sorry, we really have something to do, talk next time, talk next time." ”

After saying that, he didn't give Draco a chance to speak, and left in a hurry, for fear that Draco would follow them.

Both of them kept their heads down during the whole process, and they didn't even look up at them.

Such an obvious attitude, even if it is a pig, knows that it is abnormal.

As the two disappeared around the corner, Harry and Draco looked at each other.

"Harry, they took your blood."

Draco said, the two of them acting so stupidly that they couldn't hide from Harry and Draco's eyes.

"I know."

Harry nodded.

Before school started, Dudley told him that someone would find a way to get a drop of his blood, so it wasn't surprising that this kind of thing happened, but what he didn't expect was that it would be these two people.

took out a tissue stained with alcohol from his pocket and wiped it on his forehead, not only the blood on the corner of his forehead was wiped off, but even the original wound was gone.

Except for the lightning-bolt scar on his entire forehead, there was no wound to be seen.

Fake?

No, it was Harry's who had been taken blood, but the drop of blood that had been taken from it contained not only Harry's blood, but also a few other things.

"It's Crabbe and Goyle's parents who have a problem, and Pansy told me that their parents went to Wales not long ago (the Parkinsons weren't Death Eaters, they were neutral) and that they had become eccentric when they returned."

Looking in the direction the two were leaving, Draco sighed and said, "It's clear that they're threatened. ”

"Although the Goyle and Crabbe families are not well-known, they also belong to the family of veteran pure-blood wizards, and although the two of them are my followers, it is also because Goyle, Crabbe and the Malfoy family have been friends for generations. Of course, there are also reasons why the two of them really need Malfoy's help."

"It can threaten them, and they don't even dare to call for help, and there can only be those people. Or he's gone. ”

"That's it. Person. would choose to go to these two fools to do something, I really don't know what to say. ”

Although the sentence is mocking, the tone is mixed with a strong worry, nominally a follower is right, but after all, he is a companion who grew up with him, how can he have no feelings at all.

It's double the time for the monthly pass, ask for a ticket

(End of chapter)