Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

Chapter 194 Dumbledore's Revelation

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It was not until I returned to the dormitory and locked myself in the bathtub that I slowly figured out the possible outcomes.

Perhaps, it was Moody who transformed the stretcher and directed the two men to move.

A Silencing Charm was used to wake Mr. Crouch.

Perhaps, he also took the opportunity to intensify the effects and instructions of the Imperius Curse.

The question is, why did he say something irrelevant in front of me?

Or even change the tone of voice and speaking style?

Maybe, he just wanted to put on a show in front of himself.

He rubbed his brows, thinking about what Severus and Sirius had said at the same time.

Sink your head into the warm water filled with fresh fragrance.

Trust Professor Dumbledore, eh?

I surfaced, stepped out of the bathtub, took a towel and wiped myself gently.

I wrapped myself in a bathrobe and was about to go back to the dormitory when I heard light music and sparks behind me.

A feeling of déjà vu.

Turning around, I saw a beautiful phoenix spreading its wings over the water.

Draco smiled sweetly. It seemed that Professor Dumbledore also wanted to find him.

She turned around gracefully and tried to touch the phoenix's soft feathers.

"Goodnight, Fox-Ah!!!"

There was a wet plop and Fox's accusing cry.

Draco didn't notice his feet and fell back into the bathtub with his bathrobe.

-

He got up wet in embarrassment and anxiety, went back to the dormitory to change clothes, and followed Fenghuang to the principal's office.

A familiar sense of déjà vu comes over me.

I visited here last year, around the same time.

"Good night, Professor."

"Good night, Draco."

In the Oval Office, Professor Dumbledore looked at himself happily.

Looking at the reflection in his glasses, I reminded myself to maintain mental focus.

This seemed to make Professor Dumbledore even happier.

"Thank you for coming so late."

"I wanted to thank you for your kindness that night, and for your trust in me, Draco."

Dumbledore said softly after Draco sat down in front of him.

"Professor Snape must have told you that Occlumency is a profound science."

"Not all wizards can master it."

Draco smiled slightly.

Learn slowly, talk to Professor Dumbledore,

The most important thing is not how much you say.

It's about whether you really understand what you hear.

Therefore, we can only pay extra attention, for fear of missing any hidden meaning.

"Professor Moody does not know Occlumency."

Dumbledore blinked, amused.

"What do you mean—?"

"You are right to be suspicious."

“He’s acting.”

"professor?"

Although Professor Dumbledore is always full of surprises, this time it was truly unexpected.

I suspected that Moody was acting, a thought that came to me just now while I was taking a bath.

Even though Dumbledore is one of the best Legilimency masters in the world,

But after entering the office, I clearly kept my mind clear. How did he know?

What's even more incredible is that he seems to know what he is thinking now.

"There are many mysteries in Occlumency, and you've done a great job of that now."

"But to completely close your heart, it often takes some, how should I put it..."

“The stimulation of life experience.”

Dumbledore explained calmly, his tone clearly showing that he did not want to continue this topic.

Sure enough, after Draco's silence, he smiled and changed the subject.

"Our impersonators were very savvy that night."

"After he discovered that you knew Legilimency and could apply it to duels,"

"I know there's no way to knock you out in a short period of time."

The old headmaster seemed very pleased with Draco's performance that night, and his smile deepened the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

"You left him with little choice but to improvise and keep Moody's identity a secret."

"He did a good job. At least, I didn't have to expose him."

"You already knew this?"

"The real Moody wouldn't punish students like that."

"I knew it when I talked to him after he used Transfiguration on you."

"I'm sorry, Draco."

Professor Dumbledore lowered his head and sincerely apologized for being humiliated in public.

But Draco was only more puzzled and confused.

"Now that you know this, will you let him continue?"

"Remember our conversation last year?"

“Sometimes, being more roundabout can help you achieve your goals faster.”

"Are you making a detour, Professor?"

Dumbledore winked mischievously.

"Won't this put people in danger?"

Draco noticed that Dumbledore's eyes seemed to dim when he said this.

"Are you worried about Harry?"

"And...there's the real Professor Moody."

It was inevitable that I felt a little embarrassed to admit my feelings in front of the principal.

But Dumbledore seemed to have unusual emotional fluctuations because of his reply.

"Very touching. Draco. Very touching."

"Thank you."

He stood up, walked himself to the door, and suddenly spoke again.

"I've met up with Harry. Let's wish him success on his third mission together."

Draco was embarrassed and nodded submissively.

But he found that Dumbledore seemed a little heavy when he gave the blessing.

As always, Draco still had no idea what the specific implications of this meeting and conversation were.

-

After Draco stepped out the door, Dumbledore sat back in the chair on his desk and closed his eyes tiredly.

Sinking deep into my memory, I saw a well-dressed and rebellious young man.

The boy drew a black circle of fire around his equally younger self.

The tip of his magic wand unconsciously emitted a silver-white mist, which condensed into the shape of a phoenix.

The silver-white phoenix shuttled through the black fire.

As the phoenix gradually blended in, the fire circle slowly took on color.

Finally, it became a lavender ring of fire.

Dumbledore suddenly pulled himself out of his memories, opened a drawer, and took out a mini portrait frame.

There was no one in the frame, but Dumbledore still murmured to the portrait, his tone full of self-blame.

"That's why you don't want to come back, right?"

"I haven't changed at all."

Fox whined a few times, his half-moon spectacles were misted over, and his strong nose was covered with teardrops as big as beans.