Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 603 Malfoy Delivers Himself to Our Doorstep

Chapter 603 Malfoy Delivers Himself to Our Doorstep

Harry tried to escape his mistake by sleeping, but half an hour later, Dumbledore, who had returned to school, had the nearly headless Nick summon Harry to the headmaster's office.

No one knows what they said, but Harry returned late at night.

Normally at this time, people would either be back in their dorms sleeping or sitting in a corner working on their assignments, and the common room would be so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

But today was a different story. On a whim, Fred and George organized an all-night competition. Almost half of Gryffindor enthusiastically participated, and the common room was as lively as if it were still daytime.

Even so, Harry still couldn't muster any interest, or rather, he seemed even worse off, looking dazed and confused as if half his soul had been ripped out, and he almost tripped on the stairs.

"What's wrong with you?" Siron waved his wand, and the armchair behind Harry returned to its original position.

"Thank you," Harry said. "I—"

His expression became somewhat conflicted, as if he was thinking about something. After a few seconds, he shook his head and said, "No, it's nothing. I'm just too sad. You probably don't know, but back in the Ministry of Magic, Professor McGonagall deducted five hundred points from us."

"I already know," Celen said, pointing to Fred and George, who were tap dancing on the table. "They told me."

"That's it." Harry sighed. "I still can't imagine how angry everyone will be when they see the empty score hourglass tomorrow."

"Maybe things aren't as bad as you think," Celen said. "Don't forget that this time last year, we also got zero points, but that didn't stop us from winning the Academy Cup."

Siron's words seemed to have some effect, but Harry still didn't join them for the all-night match and returned to his dormitory exhausted.

The next day, as expected, everyone discovered that the Gryffindor scoring hourglass had been emptied.

"This can't be—" Dean Thomas muttered. "I checked yesterday, and we had the same score as Slytherin, 498 points. How come today, how come—"

"Of course they were all deducted." A gloating voice came from the side.

Malfoy walked over, followed by his two henchmen as always.

"I think you could ask Potter; he definitely knows what happened."

"It seems you know exactly what happened, Malfoy." Hermione, who had been sitting there with her head down eating breakfast, couldn't help but stand up when she heard this.

"Let me guess how you knew." Hermione strode over aggressively, only stopping when she had Malfoy cornered against the wall.

"Your father was there too, wasn't he?" She paused, a mocking smile playing on her lips. "Wearing that ridiculous mask?"

"Looks like he got lucky and escaped, and he even told you about it as a joke. So, did you praise his escape skills?"

The surroundings seemed to have been paused; no one spoke, and everyone stared at Hermione in disbelief, as if they were meeting her for the first time.

Malfoy was completely stunned by what he was said, and it took him a long time to react before his pale face quickly turned bright red.

He grabbed his wand and aimed it at Hermione.

"How dare you insult my father, you stinking bastard—"

"Mudblood, aren't you?" Hermione scoffed. "Do you think I'd cry my eyes out hearing you say that? Or do you think it would make you seem superior?"

Malfoy's face turned even redder, his knuckles turned white as he gripped his wand, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged out.

He seemed to really want to cast the most terrible curse on Hermione, but he didn't dare. It was unclear whether he was afraid of breaking school rules or afraid that Hermione would retaliate.

"My father—didn't go to the Ministry of Magic yesterday—" Malfoy said through gritted teeth a moment later, gripping his wand.

"You think I'd believe that?"

"No, it's true." Celen walked over and spoke up for Malfoy.

"Lucius Malfoy did not go to the Ministry of Magic yesterday, I can vouch for that."

Hermione paused, not understanding why Siren would stand up for Malfoy at this moment. After all, everyone knew that Lucius Malfoy was a Death Eater who had only avoided being imprisoned in Azkaban by donating money to the Ministry of Magic.

Malfoy himself shared her confusion—could it be that his relationship with Celeste had become that close?

When did this happen? How come he doesn't know?

However, before he could figure it out, what Xilun said next sent a chill down his spine.

"Because his father was with Bella at the time, attacking me in Diagon Alley."

"What?" Hermione turned around in surprise.

"Yes, Death Eaters are not only in the Ministry of Magic, but also in Diagon Alley. They knew I would go to check on my grandfather first, so they were lying in ambush waiting for me."

"By the way," Siren glanced at Malfoy's hair, "next time you want to hide your identities, you'd better cover up that conspicuous head of hair beforehand."

"I, we—we didn't—" Malfoy tried to argue, but Celen didn't bother to listen.

Lucius Malfoy was definitely one of the Death Eaters who attacked him in Diagon Alley, without a doubt, and it's impossible to just let it go like that.

Siren looked at Malfoy, sized him up for a moment, then sneered and said, "Oh, and also, fighting is forbidden in school, so I won't do anything to you in school, but you'd better not leave, or else—"

Malfoy was terrified and didn't even utter a harsh word to save face. He dragged Crabbe and Goyle and scrambled back to the Slytherin table. As if he had found some sense of security, he didn't leave the Great Hall.

"Sirlen, you just said Lucius is in Diagon Alley?" Hermione asked eagerly as soon as Malfoy left.

"And Bellatrix, and three other Death Eaters," Siron said. "They were hiding near the wand shop; I was attacked as soon as I got there."

"You—" Hermione opened her mouth, wanting to ask if Siren was alright, but then felt it was a pointless question.

Xilun is standing here perfectly fine, so he must be alright.

"No wonder you knew it was a trap," Hermione said. "You must have seen your grandfather and know that Voldemort didn't capture him, right?"

"That's about it," Siron said. "So I knew you'd be in danger at the Ministry of Magic, so I used the Portkey to go back to the school for backup."

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"Thank you," Hermione said, letting out a sigh of relief.

"You're welcome." Xilun shrugged. "You would have done the same if you were in my shoes."

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