What exactly did Remus meet?

When Remus Lupin left the owl shack and disappeared into the corner of the stairs at the other end of the narrow hallway, Blob still on Malfoy's shoulder, looking out the door, his little dark eyes deep in thought.

He knows his former friend, who is cautious when he says something good, and is very pedantic when he says something bad.

It's Christmas, it's a time for family reunions, and if it weren't for something very important, Remus wouldn't be in a hurry to write to Amosta Blaine on this important holiday!

Crabbe lifted the roast lamb chop in his hand to Malfoy's shoulder, and Blob flew down to Crabbe's swollen palm, munching on the lamb chops as he pondered the question.

According to his old habits, he didn't want to meddle in this dangerous moment when one wrong step would lead to falling into the abyss, but he couldn't pretend not to care about it, because what else could make Remus behave at Hogwarts right now?

Only maybe it has something to do with Sirius Black!

Could it be that Remus has already connected with Blake and has completed the 'intelligence reconciliation?' ’

Quack!

Spotted's heart suddenly accelerated, and in a loss of consciousness, he bit down on the hard sheep bone and almost knocked out his front teeth.

Inside the stinking owl hut, I remembered a series of painful 'chirp' cries...

But what's wrong?

After a while, Spotted, who had calmed down, fell into deep thought again, if Remus really knew that he had betrayed James and Lily's whereabouts, then the first person he would notify should be Dumbledore, there was no doubt that Spotted knew what Dumbledore meant to Remus.

But either way, something important must have happened at the school, and he didn't know anything about it.

That's not going to work!

The thought came to Madara's mind as he rubbed the red and swollen tooth plate with his paw that was missing a finger.

Now that he had left the Weasley boy, but was still crouching in the school, he could have erased the memories of the three hapless silly Slytherin boys, but he risked being discovered by Dumbledore and Bryan to enslave them.

Madara's purpose wasn't just to steal food, he had to make sure he had first-hand information, and Madara, who had gone through the brutal war years, knew the importance of intelligence.

Dumbledore still didn't seem to have returned, and Remus's letter-writing behavior showed that Amosta Bryne was also not at school, so it didn't seem so dangerous to come out in this case.

After swallowing the fragrant mutton in his mouth, staring at a peaceful white world through the window, he finally made up his mind...

In the large hall that was decorated with a festive atmosphere, all the long tables of the academy that used to be used for meals were moved to the wall, and a dining table that could make more than a dozen people was placed in the center of the hall.

By the time the three Harry had returned to the hall with the striking firebolt and re-entered the Great Hall, most of the seats were filled with the students who were stranded in the school, except for the four house heads and Filch, who was wearing a moldy tuxedo.

"Come on, Potter!"

Professor McGonagall stood up and beckoned to the three of them, her tone much softer than she usually did in class.

"Before Dumbledore left, he took care of me to give the children at school a little festive spirit!"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat side by side at the end of the table, but it was clear that the atmosphere between the three of them was not particularly harmonious, because they had just been in the common room when they had another quarrel, and the subject of the quarrel was undoubtedly the fire bolt that fell from the sky.

Hermione thought that since Professor Lupin had given instructions, Harry should follow his orders and give the broom to Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick to check before Professor Bryan returned to school.

And Ron, who was particularly clever at some times, immediately retorted,

"Suggestion, that's just advice, don't you understand, Hermione, Lupin didn't tell Harry to do that, we could have kept the firebolt in our hands and waited until Professor Bryan came back and sent it to him for examination, big deal, we won't need it until then!"

"You're playing a loophole, Ron!"

Hermione's cheeks flushed, and she huffed.

It is clear who has the advantages and disadvantages of the two choices.

Harry didn't think much of it, and made a more desirable choice - just kidding, it was a fire bolt, and ordinary wizards would never want to touch its perfectly streamlined broomstick handle for the rest of their lives, and even if it was really boring, Harry would be willing to keep it for a few more days.

"So--"

Professor McGonagall smiled as she watched the three Gryffindor wizards sit down, and after looking around, she saw that all the young wizards were waiting for her to speak.

"I don't have much to say, guys... Oh, there's only one thing, hurry up and eat it! ”

The ethereal sound of knives and forks clattering was immediately remembered in the auditorium, and Harry hunched over to grab a baked potato, when suddenly the sound of footsteps from the foyer drew everyone's attention.

It's Malfoy--

He seemed to have just run wildly for a while, his hair was wet and his pale cheeks were covered with sweat drops.

Harry and Ron looked at each other silently, both feeling a little strange, but the next second, Snape asked for the confusion in their hearts.

"How is it just you, Draco,"

Professor Snape stared at Malfoy suspiciously,

"What about Crabbe and Goyle?"

"They were full, so they didn't come, Professor--" Malfoy replied in a dry voice.

Poof!

Ron burst out laughing.

Crabbe and Goyle still have time to eat? This is a strange thing to hear at Hogwarts.

Harry immediately elbowed Ron as the old bat Snape was staring at Ron with a cold stare.

Even Ron could see that this was utter nonsense, and Snape couldn't see it, he squinted his chin and squinted his eyes, and there was subtle worry and hatred in his black eyes.

With few seats left at the table, Malfoy didn't have much choice, and after a few seconds of grinding, he reluctantly sat between Snape and Professor McGonagall.

"What about Professor Lupin, as far as I know, he should still be at school, why didn't he come?"

The ripples of the joke had just subsided, and Malfoy's brainless question had once again disrupted the rhythm of the eating rhythm of the group of people who were having Christmas dinner.

It's so weird!

Harry and Ron immediately looked at Malfoy, and even Hermione, who was hesitating to talk to Professor McGonagall in private, winked at Malfoy.

Malfoy would care if Professor Lupin came to dinner or not?!

"I'm surprised, Draco?" Snape looked at Malfoy suspiciously, "I always thought you didn't like him very much." ”

"Uh--"

Malfoy seemed to realize the abruptness of his question, and he pursed his lips and said quickly,

"I just sent a letter to my father from the owl shack, and Professor Lupin came to send a letter—"

Snape wanted to ask something, but Professor McGonagall interrupted him, unhappily

"This is the place for the Christmas dinner, Severus, not the Inquisition of the Ministry of Magic."

With that, Professor McGonagall looked at Malfoy again, her eyes reassured,

"I'm afraid it's because I'm sick again, Professor Lupin greeted me before, saying that he doesn't have much appetite, but if I want me to say that if he knew you cared about him, Mr. Malfoy, he wouldn't mind coming down and sitting down--"

Aside from the turmoil caused at the beginning, overall, Malfoy's two-hour Christmas dinner behaved fairly normal, which made Harry lose interest in him, and instead discussed the information Malfoy had just revealed with Ron and Hermione at the dinner table.

"What do you think--"

Harry munched on the juicy steak and asked quietly as he blocked the professors' view through the candlestick,

"Malfoy said that he had met Professor Lupin sending a letter, could he have asked about my firebolt?"

Hermione, who was taking a sip of pumpkin soup, rolled her eyes speechlessly,

"In my opinion, Professor Lupin cares more about the 'parchment' than the fire bolt of unknown origin!"

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