Lucius Malfoy

"Malfoy? He didn't come home for Christmas, of course, I saw him in the castle."

Sherlock folded his hands on his chest and stared straight at them.

"Why are you asking me about this?"

Under the interference of double guilty conscience, Hermione avoided his gaze subconsciously.

"I, we're just curious about the professor. You know, people like Malfoy are usually not very likable. Have you given him any greetings or blessings these days?"

When Hermione was questioning, although neither Harry nor Ron met Sherlock's eyes, they couldn't help but tense up their bodies.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows slightly. He didn't understand why Hermione asked him this question for a while.

"Greetings or blessings? Does punishing him for cleaning the toilet count?"

He suddenly seemed to want to understand something, and his eyes gradually narrowed.

"Do you suspect that I am the heir behind the scenes?"

Hermione, Harry and Ron blinked together, laughed twice, and looked at each other.

"How could you be Professor? We were just bored, and wanted to ask."

"Yes, we are just asking casually, there is no other meaning."

"Don't misunderstand the professor, we have absolute trust in you."

Sherlock glanced at them.

"Really? Then do you want to clean the toilet as well?"

The three of Harry waved their hands back and forth.

"No professor, we haven't done anything good for you, so forget it."

"I suddenly remembered that we haven't had dinner yet. Let's go to the Hall for dinner first. Bye Professor!"

Seeing their backs fleeing in a hurry, Sherlock pouted.

"They actually suspect me. What are those three actually thinking?"

Just after he experienced the episode when he was questioned by the three Harry, Snape also brought Draco Malfoy's father, Lucius Malfoy, to Hogwarts.

In Dumbledore's headmaster's office, Sherlock folded his arms across his chest, leaning against the wall covered with portraits of previous headmasters, silently watching the good show in front of him.

When Mr. Malfoy was brought to Hogwarts by Snape, his entire face was as black as if it had been covered with ashes from the fireplace.

After walking into the principal's room and seeing Dumbledore sitting on the seat quietly waiting for him, he finally couldn't bear it any longer, his two clenched fists were shaking uncontrollably, and Malfoy suppressed it. Anxiety in his heart, he asked in a cold voice.

"I handed over my child to Hogwarts, and you, Dumbledore, just reassure the parents of the students doing nothing!"

It can be seen that his emotions were not faked, but are really sincere and truthful, as if he is worried and fearful about something.

Dumbledore slowly crossed his hands and placed them on the desk. He stared blankly at Malfoy's face, unable to hear what kind of emotion he was in right now from his voice.

"Of course, Hogwarts will protect the safety of the children, but the professors in this castle, including me, are not omniscient gods. There are some things we really can't predict."

"You are telling me this now! My son's life and death are unknown now! Are you already thinking about shirking your responsibility?"

Malfoy's eyes seemed to pop out of their sockets, and he stared at Dumbledore.

"I'm going to expose this! Let the school board vote! Expel you from Hogwarts!"

As soon as he said his words, Sherlock could clearly feel the bodies of both Professor McGonagall and Snape tense up.

Obviously, they were a little nervous, thinking that Malfoy would really do what he said.

However, the person who was threatened, Dumbledore, remained calm. He leaned back, leaned back in the chair, and said relaxedly.

"This is your power Lucius, of course, you can do it if you want, but would you?"

Malfoy's eyes were full bloodshot. His gaze was still fixed on Dumbledore, but his clenched teeth slowly loosened, and his voice was no longer a questioning tone.

"You know I won't. If even you can't solve what's going on at Hogwarts, it's useless no matter who comes."

Dumbledore's eyes were solemn, and he looked at Malfoy with a solemn expression.

"Now is not the time for those disputes of Vanity Fair, Lucius, you should know what the most important thing is now, among those petrified students lying in the school infirmary, there is your son Draco Malfoy ."

Malfoy was silent.

He stood quietly in the same place as if hesitating and thinking.

This good show entered the intermission stage, and Sherlock also took time out to tease Phoenix Fox, who was standing on the golden branch.

However, Fawks obviously had no interest in him and was unmoved by Sherlock's touch. He raised his head and looked at him with cold eyes, like saying "Stupid human".

About five minutes passed, and Malfoy seemed to have finally made up his mind he was no longer strong, and when he spoke again, his tone suddenly softened, even pleading.

"I only have this son, Dumbledore, neither Narcissa nor I can lose him, please, really please..."

Snape and Professor McGonagall were all stunned by Malfoy's performance at this time. They had never seen this cunning guy showing such a weak side.

But Dumbledore seemed to have expected this, he stood up from his chair and stared at Malfoy with piercing eyes.

"He's a Hogwarts student, and I'll try to save him without you telling me. But what I want to know is, is there any way to end this? Or, is there anything you want to say to me, Lucius?"

"How could I know about things in Hogwarts?"

Malfoy's voice grew louder again, but this time he was more sullen.

"I mean maybe, maybe you can tell us something of value?" Dumbledore was unmoved, still staring at him

He was silent again.

However, the silence was not long this time, but Sherlock could clearly see that Malfoy had experienced a mental struggle that was even more difficult to decide than just now.

In the end, he seemed to force the words out of his mouth, speaking indistinctly.

"The youngest girl in the Weasley family, she has a problem..."

Dumbledore's frowning brows relaxed, and Professor McGonagall looked at Malfoy in disbelief. Although Snape didn't act as fiercely as she did, he had almost the same gaze.

"Can you please call Miss Ginny Weasley from Gryffindor? Phineas."

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